Becoming Joshua Aaron

The gay athlete is lost in himself once again, huge cables of muscle throb inside the forearms as the jock whacks off in ecstasy. Vascular trails emerge while his hot body moves, as the water washes away the sweat of the game.

"Fuck this is good! Oh man... Fuck I'm strong." The football player roars in his deep baritone voice, as he punches the side of the shower with his free arm, cracking and almost breaking the wall.

"Oh, damn... Fuck Yeah!" The shower can hardly contain the power of a gay man 6'4 in height and of 260 pounds of raw muscle. His abdomen contracts close to a massive orgasm, as the huge bulging muscles move in command of the attractive stud.

"Yes! FUCK YEAH!"

With his dominant arm clutching his aching cock, Josh released a load of cum worthy of a musclebound manly stallion. While doing so, he stepped drenched off the shower and flexed several times his impressive muscles, while touching himself. Cumming all over his hand and the shower, the gay hunk moans a powerful roar of overbearing nature.

Joshua Aaron came for the first time as a gay man.

Dripping wet and satisfied with the intense shower, Josh steps off as he stops the shower, and curls a red towel over his waist. With his big had, he wipes the fog off the mirror.

He looks at his reflection. "Yeah... glad you liked it. Joshua Aaron, nice to meet you" The stud smiles at himself, arches his back while combing his hair back, and steps off the bathroom.

The dark dorm is cool, now getting warmer with the presence of a steamy massive quarterback. After a small time of worship and flexing, the big athlete feels dry enough and collapses on the bed. The bed cracks threatening to break apart. Towel still over his hips, he stares at the ceiling. He pats his stony belly with one hand, while he tucks his other under his head. Couldn't avoid flexing his big bicep, now bulging meat centimeters away from his ear. Running the hand up and down the great muscular torso, the bed crooked while supporting the amounts of heavy mass. Josh smiles and falls asleep, the end of his first day.

***

Warm sunlight from a gap in the window annoys my face. Completely still, I wake slowly without even opening my eyes. I'm lying face down on my bed, cuddling my pillow. Opening my eyes slightly; I observe the sunbathed cloth of the pillow, the yellow colored light flooding the otherwise dark dorm. Immobile, my body is slightly covered by a messy towel, I'm lying down naked. I open my eyes, blink some times, and move my head searching drowsily for comfort. The heavy scruff rakes like a smooth sandpaper the fabric of the pillow, a feeling I'm not used to. A sense of my newly huge body falls over me, my feet are now extremely far away and my massive weight stresses the mattress. Still moving my head searching for a neat comfy spot, I realize it cannot be done. My beefy arms are tucked under the pillow; rocky muscles felt hard as steel under the fabric. Now cuddling it better, I raise an arm from under it and place it over the pillow, towards the front of my gaze.

What a perfect arm, a wide girth of cabled muscle covers my huge forearm, securing the thickness of my wrist. Under the thin brown hairs run veiny trails into my hand and up my arm. Over my bulgy spherical bicep a single nice vein stretches the already tight skin, loosing itself into the muscle of my brawny shoulder. Moving it about, I see the amazing muscularity of my enormous arm. The most beautiful arm I have ever seen. Here, watching it from inches away, all mine.

On my nightstand there's a clock. It reads 10:42 AM of Saturday. Did I sleep a whole Friday? I stood amazingly quick with the power of my abdominal muscles, sitting on the bed after it crooked loudly under the gravity of my mass.

"A whole day" whispered to myself. Did I require that much time to adjust? I stood.

Now everything felt fine, I settled into the body during my sleep. Height, weight, proportions and control; as I woke into the day, I woke into this body with a solid claim of ownership. It is more mine now than ever, I could sense the permanence of it.

Adjusted to the dim warm light filtering from the curtains, I inspect my dorm. What a nerd Gregory Walker was. Books piled, papers scattered and pencil sawdust over the desk. Nothing on the walls, but some scribbled reminders and charts. Hardly any smell, some piled clothing on the floor, mostly everything tidy, for a college student. No signs of fun, no signs of life besides academics. I look at my old life from above, as if recalling a recent memory. The dorm of a nerdy gay guy.

I crouch near the drawer, looking for the only clean clothing that might fit me now. I bought some football gear and compression clothing in my past life... wore it in private for a hope of feeling or looking like the jocks that fuel my dreams. How it clings to those powerful bodies, I felt too as the spandex fabric of them held kind of loosely to my small old frame. A tiny fantasy that kept me entertained and certainly helped while watching porn. Most where either medium or large in size, big for my former self but far too small for me now. I slipped with effort the biggest shorts I found, still hugging my legs tight, but worked fine. Had to wear my smelly football shoes without socks, none fitted anymore... certainly there was no other footwear choice.

Digging into the drawer, knew exactly what I was looking for. "Ah, yeah... let's see how you look on me now." The size L sleeveless white UnderArmour shirt that was too big for me. Not anymore. Almost dressed, shirt on hand, I walked into the bathroom to enjoy the sight. Standing there admiring my shirtless shape, I slid the silky shirt over my muscular torso, stretching it to the limit as it overcame my arms. Once set on my shoulders, watched as I lowered the rest of it down my pectorals and abs. Sizes too small, made to stretch, it looked amazing. Hugged my bulgy torso like a second skin, hid the mild hairs of my chest and enhanced every stony muscle it covered. Sleeveless, left my beefed up shoulders and arms free, further enhancing a sexy quarterback look. It looked like a tank top, an effect of its smaller size overextended by my huge frame. I just stood there in awe.

Watching my scruffy face, with its angular goodlooks, resolved I needed a haircut. Not just that, a hairstyle; it had been hot and short for a while, now I could render his dreamy handsomeness towards something breathtaking. Still watching as my muscles bent and rippled under my skin and shirt, I took my clipper from the bathroom cabinet. I enjoyed the brown hair with mild highlights, but this demanded a neater look. Without second thoughts, I trimmed down the sides of my head towards a crew cut shape. Not too short, just enough to look neat and military.

"Aw... Nice. Hey Lieutenant." I saluted my reflection, which unexpectedly made my shoulder and bicep into an enormous strong flex. It made my cock throb. After it was done, I made the top part a bit spiky with water. With my face wet, I trimmed my wild scruff into a nice tamed design, further augmenting my anvil jawline and somewhat revealing a slight dimpled chin. Smiling and blinking my blue eyes several times in astonishment after the quick retouch, stepped back to contemplate my brief work. My cock was already getting hard but now it was rocky. There he was, not just the handsomest guy I've ever laid eyes on, but the tallest and beefiest one. A walking specimen with perfect genes.

"Daaamn." I moaned, just made a quick sailor flex to seal the deal.

Had to leave the dorm soon, this time forever. I'm not Gregory anymore, had to take some of my stuff and look for a way to settle at Josh's place. Peeked through the curtain's side into the campus buildings. The fraternity district is a couple blocks away and had houses and apartments that held most of the jocks and players of college. My best bet was to head there. Picking up my laundry bag, I smuggled most of the clothing that seemed useful, bathroom stuff and money. Found a lot of things that had but never wore, like some nice shades and a jockstrap. Inspecting the desk, I found a cool leather cuff watch that I consider very manly and sexy. Wore it once after buying it, to my utter disappointment it was too big for my puny wrist. I was considering trying it on, and watched my left hand while thinking and noticed it was already clenched as a fist, ready for it. I placed the wide leather cuff on my muscular wrist, and had a hard time closing the buckle. Once on, it looked as hot as I dreamed. Big muscular fibers under the wide brown leather, gave the cuff watch an extremely rugged masculine look. Flexing powerfully, I enjoyed every bit of its hot looks, complimenting all of myself. Ran my hand up and down my compression clothed chest, while shifting the bag over my shoulder, giving a last look at my dorm.

Walked into the hall and didn't even bother locking the door, felt nice to finally be such a hot masculine stud. Strolled with confidence towards the exit, about to start my new life.

***

It was cool outside, but the sun felt nice over my big exposed arms. I had the shades handy, so tried them on, not knowing how exactly I looked. Was a good sight, evidence of lasting looks from the few pedestrians and drivers... or was it my shirt? My walk, my confidence? Never thought in my life I would develop such a way of behaving, nothing like my former self. Perhaps it was something I dreamed of since so long, it just came natural now, effing through my now imposing muscular self? You can't just avoid walking like a stud with a body like Joshua's.

Everyone who happened to stumble a look kept it locked in me. The fraternity district was significantly silent, nothing like other residences on a Saturday morning. Vague smell of alcohol and weed near the party houses, I knew this was somewhere guys like Josh felt at home. Somehow, I had a hunch that he had an apartment, a lone dorm kind of guy who didn't fuse party and privacy. Not that you could, the apartment complex was as hangovered as everything else. The five floor building was wide along the street side, with balconies for each of the dorm units. Slid my wide body by its side while going in, the entrance door was a bit too narrow for a guy like me.

The student mailboxes where fixed to the wall. Not an official part of residence, they all had a more permanent housing feel. Each had a name, but most where scribbled over or missing. Luckily, his was not. On the fourth row, near the middle of the grid, a faint sticker read 'Josh Aaron' written with typewriter. It looked fairly intact compared to the others, as if he didn't want to be contacted unless it was an important matter. Apartment 426, I was glad everything was working smoothly. Settled my bag over my other shoulder and headed to the dorm through the stairs.

I'm a virgin. It was a thought triggered by the atmosphere of the place. The residences in this district screamed sex, and the stairs and halls of this building where drenched with history of lovers, affairs and fucking. The irony was that my dick was obviously not a virgin, but the person inhabiting it is. Joshua Aaron got laid like a champion, but now he is a virgin. It made me horny, merely breathing with his lungs did. I walked down the long fourth floor hallway to settle in my new place.

How many girls had walked through door 426? I grabbed the door handle and almost broke it, for I assumed it would be unlocked. Took my shades off, left my bag on the floor, and crouched to inspect the lock. Just needed a replacement key, sure there was one inside. I sighed, jerking the handle in hopes it would lose open. Although I could, I didn't want to break the door. Would be a scandal and didn't want to call much attention and question-

"Hi" A handsome guy stood by the door beside me. "H-Hey Josh"

He was certainly my type, and never saw him before on campus. Tall, but not nearly as me, he stood there holding his schoolbag with one arm. With a lean athletic build, he could clearly defend himself, but I got on him easily over a hundred pounds of muscle. He seemed artistic, probably a theater major or writer, concerned about his looks. Long blond hair combed back at shoulder length, tucked behind ears, masculine, nicely kept short beard, very goodlooking. I would have mumbled and be ridiculously nervous with this kind of guy in front of me before, but now he was the one who seemed to be trembling. While very attractive, I felt fine with him there. Didn't see him appear, he probably came from the other staircase, which I missed as I took the long route.

"Hey man" I said, as he stood back and stared up, for I recovered to my full posture and towered over him. "I... eh, I forgot my keys" - Fuck, this guy was shaking... aren't we neighbours? I figured he'd be used to seeing me around - "Think I could climb into my dorm through your balcony?" - Don't know why I said that, I enjoyed him right there. He stared, somehow spellbinded.

Awkward silence, had to break it. "I like your hair man, looks like Thor." Honestly complimented his looks, both broke the brief silence and gave him some confidence.

He swallowed heavily and smiled at me.

"Thanks... Thanks Josh... I eh, sure I can help" He motioned to the side and grabbed his keys. "Matt by the way... case you forgot... and eh... sorry just, I mean you..."

Damn this guy was nervous as fuck. Did we have an awkward moment days before? He had a hard time opening the 427 door.

He looked at me quickly. "Nice haircut too... marine look, nice." He was flirting back.

This hot guy actually wanted me. He unlocked the door, but just paused there.

He turned at stared up at me. "Look mate, I'm sorry if was awkward around you before, let's just start over and" I interrupted him by stepping closer, hand on his shoulder.

"Man, it is all fine, no worries" I noticed his watch, similar to mine. "Ha, look at that" I said smiling "stylish watch Matt, I like it".

He looked down and moved his long sleeve up, it looked nice on him. "Yeah but yours is bigger, plus you can rock it better... I mean... check those arms." Yeah, he was all excited with me there.

"My arms, huh?" I like him a lot, love the flatter.

"Well you're fucking huge man, look at you... muscles everywhere... and that shirt, well just... Uff man." He said nervously. I just stood there, with my imposing presence.

"Ha yeah?" I said.

"Wanna touch?"

He looked at me with bewilderment.

With a quick motion I took my hand off from my waist and bulged a solid flex, a great meaty peak rose around my quarterback arm, to his amazement.

"I... eh, Josh..." Rose his hand slowly. Trying to silence his moaning. "It's... mmm... wooow..." Touched me slightly at first, but continued surely. He breathed rapidly, while his hands worshiped my rock compact muscular arm and forearm. He squeezed but my arm didn't react, even unflexed it was a brawny solid mass.

He was ecstatic. I was pleased that he loved the worship, because I was all over him too.

I wanted to fuck Matt, fuck for the first time. With this body I can get anything, do anything. Turned my arm from his shoulder to his lower back, while the arm he was worshiping is tucked behind him now. So close, he was engulfed in my muscular torso. I felt his hard on with my bulgy thigh. He felt mine with his abs. He tried to hug me back; my rearside was too massive and wide for him. Effortlessly, I lifted him to be closer to me, our hearts racing.

"Josh... are you gay?" He said without trusting his own words.

"Yeah"

Without even thinking, I kissed him.

Sunk deep into his lips. He moaned. My big hand was around hot messy golden hair, Matt now lifted by me and held in place by my muscular body. He kissed me back, our beards met and softly scratched, while my imposing neck further kissed and claimed Matt for myself, and he wanted that. He stood tall; I bent over slightly, both of us embracing each other with lust. Opened the door hurriedly, boomed it behind me and collapsed Matt into his bed.

He saw me tower over him, a walking muscular athlete lusting every inch of him, getting closer. I was over him, tucked my arms under him, and the bed screamed with our weights.

"Fuck man, you look hot in that shirt" He tried to push his arms under the sleeveless shirt though my shoulders, and be trapped between my big self and the layer of spandex. I took his pants off with so much strength they ripped a bit. He liked that, and tried the same with mine, but needed my help due to my massive legs.

After playing with my muscles and my shirt, he resolved to take it off and his, awkwardly breaking our kissing. Naked with me all around him, surrounded by big powerful muscle he lusted, he signaled me to switch over and be below him.

Both naked, the cocks met the other's hard-ons while embracing each other. After a while of kissing, Josh began to handjob Matt with his mighty grip, standing from the bed towards the wall. While wanting to be fucked, Joshua could control everything now. The guy who decides, the guy in control. Held Matt strongly and stood him against the wall, facing it, the muscular man behind him.

"You're the hottest man... fuck you're hot"

Matt felt the gay quarterback on his back, while his massive arms held him strong against. Without seeing him because he stared at the wall, he could draw the big pectorals and abs as they touched his back, and the pronounced cock pulsing below them. Josh began to jerk Matt's cock with his strong hand, while Matt worshiped the rippling solid forearm and bicep over his chest as he did so. The angular anvil jaw scratched his neck, as Josh raised his arm to the wall for support; he was going in. Matt saw the massive fibers of metallic strength, bulgy biceps and triceps, and a glistening watch that gave the athlete an incredible hot ruggedness. Holding to this mast of strength, while still feeling Joshua's grip on his cock while jerking him, he felt his spine adjust towards penetration.

Josh went in with the aid of his strong back and ass, so decisive and solid it held Matt off the ground. The gay quarterback moaned a roar of baritone pleasure, as he completely held his handsome lover.

Matt was immobile with muscles all around him, a wide 9 inch cock embedded deep within him. He felt that nothing could move under that much pressure, but Joshua's strength was immense, he could handle himself and everything with ease, no matter what.

Locked together under lust and strength, the dominant athlete stepped back and into the bed again, Josh jerked Matt's cock as if it was his own, while arching his back to fuck him powerfully. Matt was euphoric in erotic pleasure, lying over a huge quarterback that had his powerful limbs snaking all over him, rocky hard muscles with warm sweaty skin. Josh was dominating with his prime alpha male body, closing towards an orgasm that tortured the loud bed and cracked the walls.

Another stallion roar from the gay musclebound athlete, and Matt released a silvery puddle of cum over his slim abs. At the same time, Josh throbbed his massive cock inside Matt and released a tenfold amount of manly ooze, which Matt felt from his core to his teeth.

Trembling over, the quarterback felt how his lover faded into a deep orgasm as he did so too, releasing him with a slight moan and cuddling him on his chest.

"Fuck man." said Josh breathing powerfully. "That was the best shit I've ever felt."

Matt turned over, feeling the raging heart of Josh as he used his massive pectoral as a pillow. "Josh... fuck man, was that real... never thought... you're the hottest man in existence" He felt a great muscly arm warp around him, as he saw the gorgeous athlete's eyes and smile. The best fuck he ever had, by far, and he had a lot.

"Get used to me" said Josh with a handsome smirk. I'm here to stay.