The Unexpected Craving
Steam hung thick in the air of the university gym’s locker room, carrying the sharp tang of sweat and cheap body spray. Alex wiped his brow with the hem of his towel, his chest heaving from the brutal circuit he’d just powered through. College had hit him like a freight train—late nights buried in code for his comp sci classes, endless rounds of online battles with his headset on, and yeah, a few too many energy drinks chased with pizza. His once-chiseled high school frame had softened around the edges, a stubborn paunch pushing against his waistband that no amount of crunches seemed to budge. But damn, it felt good to push himself here, in this concrete jungle of grunts and clanging weights.
He’d only been on campus a month, but word about the “Iron Bros” workout crew had spread like wildfire among the freshmen. It was basically a pack of guys—mostly gamers and introverts like him—who met up three times a week to lift, sweat, and bullshit. No frills, just raw effort. And at the helm was Ryan, the unofficial kingpin. Ryan was built like a goddamn statue, broad shoulders tapering to a V that screamed discipline, his dark hair cropped short and his jaw set like he owned the place. Alex had caught glimpses of him during orientation week, commanding attention without even trying. There was something magnetic about the guy, a quiet authority that made Alex’s stomach twist in ways he chalked up to envy.
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Chapter 1: Weights and Whispers
Alex slung his gym bag over his shoulder, the zipper rasping against the metal bench. The locker room echoed with the distant thud of lockers slamming shut, voices bouncing off the tiled walls like echoes in a cave. He peeled off his soaked shirt, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer of regret. In the mirror, he poked at his gut, frowning. Back in high school, he’d been the star quarterback, girls lining up after games with their glossy lips and eager hands. But here? Nothing. Zilch. Just him, his laptop, and a growing curiosity about what it might feel like to flip the script.
He’d always shoved those thoughts down deep—fleeting glances at a teammate’s bulge in the showers, wondering how it stacked up, how it’d feel to grab control and make someone beg. Straight as an arrow, sure, but the power trip? That shit haunted his dreams. Towering over a dude, forcing him to his knees, watching his eyes water as you claimed what was yours. Girls were too soft for that edge; they wanted romance, whispers. A real man could take the roughness, crave it even.
Ryan’s voice cut through the haze like a knife. “New blood? You held your own out there, man. Name’s Ryan.”
Alex turned, towel draped low on his hips, and met those piercing green eyes. Ryan stood there, shirtless, his skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, muscles flexing as he toweled off his neck. The scent of his sweat hit Alex—musky, primal, mixed with a hint of cedar from whatever soap he used. It stirred something low in Alex’s gut, unwelcome but insistent.
“Alex,” he replied, forcing a grin. “Yeah, needed to blow off some steam. Classes are kicking my ass.”
Ryan chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through the air. “Tell me about it. You play those shooter games? Saw you with the headset in the dorm lounge last week.”
Alex nodded, surprised. “Guilty. You?”
“Sometimes. Keeps the edge sharp.” Ryan stepped closer, rummaging in his locker. His arm brushed Alex’s, sending a jolt like static electricity. “Stick around after? We grab shakes at the juice bar. Talk strategy—gym or otherwise.”
Alex’s mind raced. Strategy. Yeah, he could spin tales from his glory days, make Ryan see him as the alpha. “Sounds good.”
They ended up at a rickety table by the window, protein shakes sweating condensation onto the wood. The gym’s hum faded into the background, replaced by the slurp of straws and Ryan’s easy questions. Alex bragged a bit—high school conquests, how he’d charm girls into spreading their legs without ever dropping to his knees himself. “It’s all about the buildup,” he said, leaning in. “Make ’em feel special, then flip it so they owe you the ride.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed, amused. “Never gone the other way? No sloppy toppers for you?”
Alex laughed it off, but his gaze dipped to Ryan’s mouth, full lips curving around the straw. What would those feel like wrapped around—? He shook it off. “Nah, fucking’s king. But yeah, curious. Just never had the right setup.”
Ryan sipped slowly, his throat working. “Curious is dangerous, Alex. Opens doors you can’t close.”
The words hung there, heavy as the humid air. Alex felt his cock twitch under the table, traitorous. He changed the subject, but the seed was planted.
Flashback to Freshman Fumble
Later that night, alone in his cramped dorm, Alex replayed the conversation. His room smelled of stale takeout and unwashed socks, the glow of his screen casting shadows on the walls. He scrolled through old photos—high school parties, cheerleaders draped over him— but his mind wandered to Ryan’s build, the way his shorts had hugged his thighs during squats. What if? Just once. To know. His hand slipped into his boxers, stroking lazily, imagining Ryan on his knees, not the other way around. But the fantasy blurred, and suddenly it was him down there, Ryan’s grip firm on his hair. He came hard, guilty and gasping, the taste of salt on his lips from biting them raw.
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Chapter 2: Late-Night Lifts
The next session was brutal. Ryan had rallied the crew—five guys total, all soft around the middle like Alex, laughing off their lack of game as they spotted each other on benches. The gym reeked of rubber mats and iron, the clang of plates like thunder. Alex pushed heavier than last time, veins bulging in his arms, sweat dripping into his eyes and stinging like fire.
“Spot me, Alex,” Ryan called from the bench, loaded with enough weight to make the bar groan. Alex hovered, hands ready, watching Ryan’s chest rise and fall, nipples hard peaks against the chill. As Ryan powered through reps, his shorts rode up, revealing a thick outline that made Alex’s mouth go dry. He imagined peeling those off, comparing, dominating.
After, in the empty weight room—crew had bailed early—Ryan wiped down the bench, his back to Alex. “You got form down, but tension’s off. Here, lemme show you.”
He guided Alex onto the bench, hands on his hips, adjusting stance. Ryan’s touch burned through the fabric, firm thumbs pressing into muscle. “Breathe into it. Feel the burn.”
Alex’s breath hitched. Ryan’s face was inches away, breath hot on his neck, smelling faintly of mint gum over the sweat. “Like that?”
“Perfect,” Ryan murmured, lingering. Then, casual as hell, “Ever wonder what it’s like on the receiving end? All that power, reversed.”
Alex’s heart hammered. “Maybe. Why?”
Ryan smirked, stepping back. “Just thinking. Locker room’s clear. Quick rinse?”
The showers were a maze of white tile, water hissing from open heads. Alex soaped up under the spray, the steam wrapping around him like a lover’s arms, suds sliding down his belly. Ryan joined two stalls over, the splash of water rhythmic. Alex peeked—couldn’t help it—Ryan’s body a sculpted masterpiece, water tracing rivulets over abs, down to a heavy cock swinging free, uncut and thick even soft.
“Eyes up here,” Ryan teased, voice echoing off the walls. But there was no anger, just a challenge.
Alex flushed hotter than the water. “Just… sizing up the competition.”
Ryan soaped his chest, lather bubbling. “It’s nine inches hard. Yours?”
The directness hit like a punch. Alex’s dick stirred, half-hard already. “Eight. Solid.”
“Show me.” Ryan’s tone was command wrapped in velvet.
Alex hesitated, then turned, letting the towel drop. His cock bobbed, thickening under the gaze. Ryan stepped closer, water pounding their shoulders. “Not bad. Let’s see it grow.”
Hands brushed—accidental? No. Ryan’s fingers grazed Alex’s shaft, light as a feather, but electric. Alex groaned, the sound swallowed by the roar of water. “What the fuck, man?”
“Experiment,” Ryan whispered, stroking once, slow and deliberate. The touch was velvet over steel, sending sparks up Alex’s spine. Taste of soap in the air, slick skin sliding. “You said you were curious.”
Alex’s mind screamed straight, but his body arched into it. Ryan’s cock pressed against his thigh, hardening, hot and insistent. They frotted under the spray, grunts mixing with the patter, until Ryan pulled back. “Not here. Dorm later?”
Alex nodded, dazed, cum denied but craving building like a storm.
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Chapter 3: Dorm Room Confessions
The dorm hallway smelled of ramen and weed, doors thumping with bass from hidden speakers. Alex’s room was a disaster—clothes piled on the floor, gaming posters peeling at the edges, the faint must of unvented air. Ryan followed him in, locking the door with a click that echoed like a gunshot.
“Sit,” Ryan said, dropping onto the bed, legs spread wide. Alex perched on the desk chair, pulse racing. The room felt smaller, air thick with anticipation.
“Tell me about those high school lays,” Ryan prodded, eyes locked. “How’d you play it?”
Alex spilled, voice rough. “Good dates first. Build the debt. Then, when things heat up, I’d worry about my scent—post-game funk—but flip it. Tell ’em their pussy’s aroma drives me wild. Natural, perfect. Makes ’em squirm, opens ’em up.”
Ryan leaned forward, elbows on knees. “And head? You give, never get?”
“Yeah. Trading blowjobs for the real deal. Pussy’s fine, but I always wondered…” His voice trailed, eyes on Ryan’s crotch, the bulge straining.
Ryan stood, unzipping slow. “Wonder no more.” His cock sprang free, thick-veined, foreskin hooding a fat head. The scent hit—clean musk, earthy, making Alex’s mouth water unexpectedly.
“Touch it,” Ryan ordered, voice gravel.
Alex’s hand trembled as he wrapped around it, skin silky, heat pulsing. Ryan groaned, hips bucking slight. “Like what you feel?”
“Fuck, yeah. Bigger than I thought.” Alex stroked, thumb circling the slit, pre-cum beading salty on his tongue when he leaned in to taste—wait, taste? He did, tentative lick, flavor blooming: salty-sweet, better than expected.
Ryan’s hand tangled in Alex’s hair. “Good boy. Now, what else you tell those girls?”
Alex murmured against the shaft, “That their folds are gorgeous. Wet, inviting. Yours… your cock’s a beast. Veins like ropes.”
Ryan chuckled dark. “Suck it. Earn that curiosity.”
Alex’s lips parted, taking the head, tongue swirling. The stretch burned sweet, Ryan’s moan vibrating through him. But as he bobbed, Ryan’s grip tightened, pushing deeper. Gagging, eyes watering, Alex fought— this wasn’t the plan. He was the dom, not—
But the fight melted into thrill. Ryan’s cock filled him, owning his throat, the power shift igniting fire in his veins. “That’s it, take my meat, you hungry slut.”
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The Power Flip
Flashback hit mid-thrust: High school shower, peeking at a rival player’s dick, jealousy twisting into want. Now, it was real. Ryan face-fucked him relentless, balls slapping chin, the wet slurp obscene in the quiet room. Alex’s own cock leaked, untouched, as Ryan growled, “Jerk it, bitch. Show me how my pole wrecks you.”
Alex obeyed, hand flying, the dual sensations building to frenzy.
Chapter 4: Midnight Mayhem
Hours blurred. Ryan had pulled out, denying release, teasing. “Not yet. Bathroom. Now.”
The shared dorm bath was dim, fluorescent buzz harsh, tiles cold underfoot. Smell of bleach and piss lingered, but Ryan shoved Alex against the sink, pants down. “Kneel.”
Alex dropped, knees bruising on linoleum. Ryan’s cock loomed, dripping. “Open wide.”
He did, and Ryan plunged in, no mercy. Gags echoed, tears streaming, but pleasure coiled tight. Ryan’s hands vise on his head, hips snapping. “Swallow every inch, you cock-whore. Taste how a real man breeds a mouth.”
Alex’s world narrowed to the pistoning shaft, salty pre flooding his tongue, the ache in his jaw exquisite. Ryan varied—slow grinds, then brutal rams—whispering filth. “Gonna flood your gut with my load. Or paint your face? Beg.”
“Mouth,” Alex gasped on a pull-back, voice wrecked. “Please, feed me.”
Ryan laughed, slamming home. “Greedy fuck.” He held deep, pulsing, then erupted—hot jets coating throat, bitter-asparagus tang making Alex choke and swallow greedily. The humiliation burned sweet, his own orgasm ripping free, splattering the floor untouched.
Ryan pulled out, smearing remnants on Alex’s lips. “Clean up. We’re not done.”
New scene: Back in the room, Ryan bent Alex over the desk, lubing fingers with spit. “Time to claim that virgin hole.”
Alex whimpered as a digit breached, stretching, burning. “Easy—fuck!”
“Take it like a man.” Ryan added another, scissoring, prostate hit sending stars. Then his cock nudged, thick head popping in. Pain bloomed, then pleasure as Ryan sank deep, filling utterly.
“So tight. Mine now.” Ryan rutted, desk creaking, skin slapping loud. Alex clawed the wood, moans raw, the fullness addictive. Sweat-slick bodies slid, Ryan’s breath hot on his neck. “Cum on my dick, slut.”
Alex did, shattering, as Ryan followed, seeding deep with a roar.
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Unexpected Ally
Next morning, another crew member—Jake, lanky and shy—knocked. “Heard noises. You two…?”
Ryan grinned, pulling Alex close. “Join next time?” Jake flushed, nodding. New dynamic brewing.
Chapter 5: Cravings Unleashed
Weeks passed in a haze of sweat and secrecy. The Iron Bros evolved—workouts bleeding into hookups, Alex at Ryan’s feet more often than not. The dorm became their den, smells of cum and lube permeating the sheets.
One night, post-game binge, the crew crashed Alex’s room. Beers flowed, talk turned raunchy. Ryan’s hand on Alex’s thigh under the table, squeezing. “Show ’em what you learned.”
Alex crawled under the desk, hidden, unzipping Ryan. The suck was frantic, muffled by laughter above. Ryan’s cock throbbed, feeding him quick, swallowing around the crew oblivious.
Later, alone, Ryan pinned him to the bed. “You’re addicted. Say it.”
“Fuck yes. Your cock owns me.” Alex spread wide, begging for the pound.
Ryan obliged, railing hard, bites on neck, nails raking back. “Gonna breed you daily. My personal cum-dump.”
Climax crashed, bodies entangled, the shift complete. No more straight curiosities— just raw, endless hunger for Ryan’s dominance.
But jealousy stirred. Jake watched too closely. One evening, Ryan invited him over. “Watch first.”
Alex knelt, sucking Ryan while Jake stroked. Then Ryan guided Jake’s cock to Alex’s mouth. “Share.”
Two shafts, alternating, throats raw. Cum mixed, swallowed, the circle closing. Alex’s world remade in submission’s fire.
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In the quiet after, Ryan held him. “This is us now.”
Alex nodded, sated, the craving eternal.
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