One Hundred One
A chapter in a continuous story started by Josef Howard
by Corwin
"Chad?"
Chad turned, looking for the owner of the deep, masculine voice that called his name. It didn't surprise him someone noticed him. He was the QB that had seen Penn State in the Cotton Bowl only last month. He was the Big Man on Campus, and after his flu shot, he defined that term. The 225 pound star athlete had become the 275 lb All American powerhouse who had led the school to its first national title in 15 years.
The voice had a tinge of familiarity, but the face was unmistakable. "Pipsqueak?" Chad said, both to confirm that that was who it was and to reassert the relationship they had.
Brad's smile faded at the term, but he forced it back as he extended his hand. "Long time," Brad said.
Chad looked over his classmate. He wore a baggy sweatshirt that concealed his body, but even so, the onetime 175lber was obviously part of the experiment. His shoulders appeared broad, and his grip let Chad know that Pipsqueak was still not enamoured with the nickname Chad had given him. Chad looked down, trying to judge how effective the experiment had been on Brad. His sweat pants were baggy, but a pretty sizable bulge traveled along his right thigh.
"Ya, long time," replied Chad. "What's it been? Three and a half months since you moved out?"
"Ya," replied Brad. "You and Amy still together?"
"No," said Chad. "She left right after you. Something about me being too horny and too much for her."
Brad nodded.
Chad looked around. The other men in the room were pairing up. He looked toward Kamyar lustfully, but the super-stud was surrounded by would-be suitors.
"He is a lot to behold," Brad said.
"Trained with him a couple times in the gym," Chad said. "Never went beyond that, though."
Brad shrugged, momentarily displaying the huge hills that lay under his shirt. He tried to relax so not to display his intentions.
Chad continued to survey the room, and walked over to where the intern had placed the sheet with men's numbers on it. Brad followed.
"I was wondering," Brad said meekly, "if you might want to catch up on old times? "
Chad didn't answer, but saw a few guys checking him out. None were quite as good looking as Brad.
"You still doing that fitness modeling stuff?" Chad asked.
"Not in the last couple months. Since I got the flu shot, I progressed a bit beyond the fitness look."
"Really," said Chad, his voice piqued with curiosity. "Can't tell under the moo moo you're wearing." Chad looked him over again, trying to size up his friend. "You always did have a hot ass, but I thought after you left..."
"Thought maybe we could talk about that too," Brad said.
Chad nodded a non-committal nod. "Guess so," he agreed noting that most of his better prospects were leaving with someone else. At least he had their phone numbers. Finally, he turned to Brad, "Sure Pipsqueak. Let's go back to the old pad."
"Love to," smiled Brad.
Chad led the way, walking fast with anticipation at relieving his pent up sexual frustrations.
"So, what happened with Amy?"
"Like the guy said," replied Chad, "I'm always horned up and after the manhood popped 12 inches, she couldn't handle it."
"You always did like it rough," Brad said, a bit more of an accusation than a statement. "I remember the screams coming from your room as you did her, even before the shot."
Chad smiled. "Hey man, I've always been one hell of a lay. 'sides, she loved it. Kept coming back for more, didn't she. Ya, I'd fuck her raw. Her, and her roommate, and the cheer leading squad."
"So the cheating had nothing to do with her leaving?"
"No, she knew she could barely keep up with me. And after the shot. Shit, I shoot ten times a day now."
They turned into an apartment building. The door man nodded to them, recognizing both. They took the elevator to up.
"And after the championship?"
Chad smiled. "That didn't hurt the sex life." He laughed a bit. "Want a story?" He didn't wait for an answer. "After the win, the PSU quarterback came to our locker room to congratulate me. I met him in nothing but a towel, and watched as his jaw dropped. 'Shit man, knew you were strong, but you got some bod.' I flexed my arm, watching the envy in his face as my 22s ripped up." Chad smiled at this, watching Brad for a reaction. There was none. "I saw him checking me out more. 'Hope I didn't hurt you when you shouldered my abs,' then flexed my ten pack for him to see. The towel accidentally on-purpose dropped, exposing the rest of my bod for him to gawk out. Well," Chad said, opening the door to the apartment, "without going into too much detail, the guy walked funny for the next week."
The door closed behind Brad. He looked around. "I bet he did," Brad said. "Just like me after you raped me. Didn't change the apartment much did you," he said, picking up one of the new trophies that adorned Chad's shelf.
"Oh, is that what you want to call it?" Chad said, moving over to him. "You know you wanted it."
"Ya," Brad said, turning to Chad and staring him in the eye. "That's always what no means."
"Amy always said no too. No! No! Oh No. Stop!" Chad said in a higher pitched voice, mocking the protests. "It hurt real good, didn't it, Pipsqueak."
Brad smiled at the name, then moved forward and brought his lips to Chad's. They pressed their mouths together, and Chad forced his tongue into Brad's mouth to start the wrestling match.
Brad wasn't passive. He brought his hands under the bottom of Chad's shirt, feeling the cinder blocks of defined flesh and the substantial shelf of the athlete's pecs. His torso was covered with a fine soft fur that made the hardness of his body that much more sexy.
"You always did like my abs, didn't you?" Chad whispered, flexing his abs. "Bet you can't wait til their flexing over you as I fuck the shit out of you, right boy?"
Brad took the opportunity to lift Chad's shirt up, revealing the Olympian body. "Still growin'?" Brad whispered back.
Chad smiled wryly. "Ya. About seven pounds a week. Not like Kamyar, but respectable. But, you always liked the fact that I was so huge" Chad took a step back, then unbuttoned his jeans. Brad knew the stud liked to go commando, so seeing the abundant bush didn't surprise him. Chad pulled his pants down, his cock springing to life at a good thirteen inches. His balls were the size of grapefruits and hung low, pushed forward by ripped quads that touched each other, even with his wider-than-normal stance. "287 last time I weighed myself." Chad saw the tingle in Brad's eye that he took for lust. "So, what do you think, Pipsqueak?" Chad flexed his pecs, and turned to the side, flexing his arm into an L that showed all 23 inches of his arms.
Brad stepped forward with a smile. He placed his hand on Chad's cannonball-hard bicep and squeezed. "I think you'd better stop calling me that," said Brad, applying such force to his grip that Chad flinched with surprise.
Brad didn't release his grip, but pulled in Chad's arm hard, making the stud step back and slam into the wall.
"My turn," he said with an authority that Chad was not use to hearing.
Brad removed moved his hand and placed them on his hips, flexing his chest and lats for the first time so that the baggy sweatshirt became tight over his massive torso. He then raised his arms into his own double bicep that stretched the sleeves of the shirt. The shirt now raised up enough that Chad could see Brad's thin waist and solid bricks that lay hidden below the fabric.
Brad nodded, releasing his flex and grabbing the top of his shirt. He pulled, ripping the fabric with ease and exposing a set of thick and defined slabs of muscle. He yanked the fabric off his shoulders, revealing rounded delts and ripped traps. Brad's arms were thick tubes of muscle that rippled with every movement. "You said you were 287? I was 315 the last time I weighed myself. Gained 65 pounds of muscle the first month, and another 50 the next. Still growing at a good 12 or 13 pounds per week. Oh," he added, pulling down his sweats showing a set of massive wheels that were so ripped and hard, Chad gulped at the sight. The cock that jutted out was so fat and long, it looked more like a squash than a penis. And Brad's balls were so large and full, Chad actually felt insecure in his own endowment. "and I knew you planned on getting that cock of yours in my hot ass, but I think that plan is about to change." Brad put both his hands on his large meat and started stroking it.
Chad stared, then shook off any insecurities he had. He started to take a step forward.
Brad smiled, then put both his hands on Chad's shoulders. Chad pressed into him, but Brad forced him back against the wall. Brad leaned into him, his massive cock trapped next to Chad's thinner and smaller organ against their tight abs. Brad thrust his hips, making sure his hard meet rubbed into Chad's. Chad felt his own furry pecs rubbing into Brad's meatier hairless shelves, and Chad wondered just how much bigger Brad's cleavage was than his own. Brad moved his mouth to Chad's and, asserting control, forced his tongue into Chad's mouth.
Chad tried to move his arms, but Brad pressed them hard into the wall. He flexed, but felt Brad,s power consume his. He felt Brad shake his head 'no' as he force kissed Chad. When Brad finally pulled back, he raised an arm, his own 25 inch mountain flexed right in Chad's face. "Lick it, Runt!" With his free hand, Brad slammed Chad's face into his bicep.
Chad felt his mouth on the iron hard meat. He tried to mouth his protests, but couldn't form the words. His teeth bit into the flesh and his lips caressed it with his words, and he felt Brad laugh. He felt a warm ooze drip along his throbbing cock.
"Looks like the star athlete likes being dominated by a bigger man," Brad said. With some suddenness, he released Chad who slumped forward. Brad now stepped back and stood tall, allowing Chad to take in all his size. "Ya, it's only been a few months, but it seems that shot worked a bit better on me than it did on you!" Brad struck a most muscular pose, flaring his powerful lats, flexing his tree-like thighs and football-like calves.
Chad stared. "Look, Pip... I mean Brad. I know that maybe..."
"Maybe! Dude, you don't know how much I looked forward to this day. You belittled me. Called me names, and when you're whores couldn't service you, you forced me to. You said you were my friend, but when I escaped from you, you forgot I existed. Well, you're gonna remember this!" Brad grabbed Chad and pulled him to the couch.
Chad fought, trying to escape, but Brad was stronger. He felt himself forced on the couch. Brad stood over him, laughing. "I know you always liked my abs," he said, flexing his ten pack hard so the ab column thin and extended, his intercostals ripped and pulled taut on either side. Brad then vacuumed his stomach so thin it seemed to vanish. With perfect muscle control, he flexed each side of his abs independently, then thrust his abs forward and rolled them from top to bottom. "And if you think that's hot," he said, wait until that meat of yours is shooting your load on these bricks as I fuck that sweet ass of yours with my monster cock."
Before Chad could say anything, Brad grabbed his legs and bent him in half. He felt the man's huge head press into his tender ass, splitting him open. "No!" He cried meekly as he felt his virgin ass invaded by the thick steely rod.
"Hurts so good," Brad mocked as he drove inch after inch into Chad.
Chad struggled, squeezing his glutes hard but this just made Brad harder. He felt the huge stud slam into him, Chad's head smacking the back of the couch. Each thrust seemed harder than the first, and Chad felt his own cock oozing his own substantial juices over his own abs.
Brad's strong hands moved to Chad's pecs He grabbed Chad's nipples and squeezed hard, causing Chad to moan in a combination of pain and pleasure. Chad reached up, feeling the hardness of Brad's own pecs. Brad flexed hard, as Chad tweaked his nipples. Chad looked up, but the pleasure on his former roommate's face was hidden by his firm shelf. As Chad stared he saw that powerful ab column that Brad had so expertly controlled ripple and flex with each thrust of Brad's hips. Chad moved his own huge cock to rub against those hard bricks, using Brad's thrust to jerk his own wanton meat.
"Oh god..." Chad started to moan, feeling his huge nuts pulling into firing position. "God Brad. Yes... Please..."
Hearing the submission in Chad's voice pushed Brad to the edge. He started to thrust even harder, knowing the muscle man he was fucking could take it. Not holding back, he felt his first load move into position.
"I'm cumming," screamed Chad was the trigger Brad needed to shoot his own powerful load. The dual orgasms lasted almost fifteen seconds. Brad withdrew and collapsed on top of Chad, the man's substantial load acting as a lubricant between them.
Chad looked into Brad's eyes with sorrow, an unspoken apology for the past.
Brad nodded. "Ok, Runt," he said. "I'll move my stuff back in. Looks like you got yourself a roommate again."
Chad didn't say anything, knowing that his days dominating Brad were at an end and his life as a submissive slave were just beginning.
END