Campus King

Hey guys - here's another one inspired by a message from y'all.  Hope you enjoy it!  That wraps up the two paid posts for the month – you'll see the next chapter of The Himbo Machine before New Years if you're on the Horny Himbo tier!

Happy holidays!

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My name’s Logan McKay, and you probably hate my guts.

I’m that cocky asshole you never liked. The hot jock who knows exactly how the ladies feel about him. In case you’re wondering, they feel wet.

I’m on the football team at my school, so I spend a lot of time lifting weights. I’m the biggest bull on the field, and all the boys worship the ground I walk on. That’s why it pissed me off so much when I saw that little fag in the weight room.

Weights are for men. This guy was a fuckin’ joke. He was maybe 5’8”, maybe 110 pounds. If I tackled him, he’d be dust before he hit the ground. And here he was, taking up space in my gym with his weak ass.

“Move it fag,” I said, shoving his bony shoulder.

“Hey,” he squeaked. “That’s not cool.”

“Relax bro,” I laughed. “I’m just joking. The cocksuckers don’t lift. Get lost, okay? I wanna bench.”

“There are like... six bench presses empty,” he whined. “I’m using this one.”

“Yeah? This one’s mine,” I said, getting right up in his face.

“Hey dude,” I heard. It was my bro Austin, laying a hand on my shoulder and pulling me back. “You need to chill, okay?”

“Fag’s on my bench,” I said, laying out the facts.

“I’m going, okay?” the little guy said, giving in to my power. I like when they give in.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” I shouted after him. “Wipe the bench next time!”

Austin chased after him. I got through my warmup set before he was back.

“Logan, you gotta not do that,” Austin complained, getting under the bar himself. “That guy is actually gay – you could have been in a lot of trouble if he reported you. The world’s changed man, okay? It’s not an eighties movie.”

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It was lunch the next day. I was stuffing my face, making sure I got in enough protein. You can’t lift for shit if you don’t fuel your body.

All of a sudden I was surrounded. Austin, Chuck and Devon took up places at my table. No problem there – these are my best buds.

“Hey man,” Chuck said, slamming down his tray. “Austin told us what happened. That’s not cool man.”

“What?” I asked, totally confused about what he was bitching about.

“Yesterday. In the gym,” Austin said, like I was supposed to care.

“Yeah? New PR on my bench, what’s the big deal.”

“You hassled a gay kid,” Devon said, looking at me with concern. “Like... Austin talked to him, but dude, you coulda gotten expelled over that shit.”

“Whatever,” I said, shrugging my big shoulders. “He was on my bench. That’s my bench bro. Little fag had to move, it didn’t hurt him.”

“You’ve got to apologize to him man,” Austin said nervously. He was afraid to speak up like that – and he should be.

“He should apologize to me,” I laughed. “Seriously guys, you’re makin’ a big deal outta nothing.”

“Listen to me man,” Austin insisted. “The school is on a big diversity kick, especially after that black kid got beat up last year. They have to take this stuff seriously now or else it’s gonna be on the news again. You hassled a gay dude, if he takes it to the school, you’re gonna lose your scholarship.”

“Back off man.”

“This is real,” Chuck said.

“No, it’s not,” I said angrily. “They just have to look like they care. Bro, I’m the MVP on our football team, not some wannabe like you guys. I’m the fuckin’ campus king, you understand? Do you know how much money the team brings in? They can’t touch me.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Devon moaned.

“So what?”

Let them be pissed. I know I’m right.

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A couple days went by. It was Wednesday night, and we’d just had one of those brutal practices coach likes to throw every couple weeks. I was gonna ache in the morning, but that’s how you make champions.

I took a long shower and a steam, so most of the guys were gone. By the time I popped my locker open, it was just Austin, Chuck, and Devon lingering. They were hanging out, talking about some chick that Austin’s banging. Dude’s a liar – no way he bags that many girls.

Austin’s phone buzzed just about the time I pulled on my boxers.

“Okay guys, now!” Austin said.

The fuckers rushed me, pinning me against the wall. I jerked against them, but three big dudes against one, you know? It was like being at the bottom of a dog pile.

“Lemme up,” I shouted. I could see red.

Austin eased up and walked away, but Devon and Chuck had me pinned down. I could take either of ‘em easy, but both of them is too much.

“Hey man, it’s okay,” Austin said, poking his head out the door. “You can come in now.”

The skinny dude from the gym waltzed in. He should have looked nervous, but he covered it well. Alright, I guess I respect him a little.

“Fuckers!” I screamed. “What the fuck is that fag doing here?”

“Here’s the deal Logan,” Austin said, leaning his forearm against my windpipe. “You’re a huge asshole. You catcall women, you hassle gay dudes, you treat everyone like they’re your beta. You don’t have to apologize, but Hank’s going to teach you a lesson.”

“Who the fuck is Hank?” I asked, trying to breathe.

“I’m Hank,” the skinny dude whined. He pulled something from his pocket. A rock or whatever.

“What? You wanna suck my dick or whatever?” I laughed.

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m going to teach you what it feels like to be different. I got this amulet on a trip to South America, and I’m going to use it on you.”

“On me?”

“Yeah Logan,” he said, looking at the amulet sadly. “For the next three days, you’re going to be a gay man. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent. You won’t stay gay, not unless you say ‘I love you’ to another man. So don’t do that, okay?”

“What kind of fag bullshit is this?” I laughed. “You don’t believe this shit.”

“You’ll change back Friday at midnight,” Hank said, raising the amulet and pointing it at me with one hand. “Austin, could you please move out of the way? I don’t want to accidentally hit you guys. I only have one amulet.”

Austin let up on my throat and backed off, ready to jump in again if I struggled. Whatever. Let’s get this queer make-believe out of the way. I’ve got pussy to crush.

Hank pulled a paper from his pocket and started to sound out words. He didn’t sound confident, like it was a language he didn’t really know. It sounded like gibberish to me.

“This is America bro,” I smirked. “Talk English.”

Hank ignored me and finished his words. At the end of his last sentence, the amulet burst into pieces, dozens of little dots of colour, flying in a cloud toward me. They hit me in the chest, absorbed harmlessly by my thick muscle.

I used the distraction, breaking free from Chuck and Devon’s grip. Whatever those weird lights were, they vanished without a trace.

“What the fuck!” I laughed. “That shit didn’t make me gay. You’re all a buncha fags for trying!”

I glanced at Austin, giving him a wide smirk. He was gonna pay for this.

He was...

Holy shit... Austin was hot. He was dressed, but I could see his thick pecs through his t-shirt. Dude was so fuckin’ buff it was unreal.

My eyes swivelled to Devon – he’s got these wide shoulders. I always knew he was hot on the field but now... holy fuck, he looked good in that muscle tank. He’d look even better with it on the floor.

And Chuck? Hell, Chuck hadn’t put on his shirt yet. He just stuffed his body into a pair of track pants. I know it’s totally basic, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his brown nipples. My mouth watered. Fuck, I wanted to suck those.

My eyes landed on Hank last. Dude was a total twink, but no lie, this twink was hot as hell. He had defined muscles and a juicy ass. He wasn’t a beast like my bros, but I saw the appeal.

I could feel my dick getting hard, tenting out my boxers. Fuck no. I hadn’t gotten hard in a locker room once – fuck, I used to beat up guys in high school for that.

I grabbed my towel and tried to cover it.

“What the fuck!” I shouted, unable to stop staring at the four hotties in front of me.

“Looks like it changed something...” Hank said with a teasing grin.

“Fuck you!” I shouted. “What the fuck did you do!”

“I made you gay,” Hank said with a grin. “But don’t worry, like I said, it’s just until Friday at midnight. Then you’ll be back to your hetero self.”

“This is bullshit,” I said, the anger dropping from my voice. “This can’t be real!”

“You’re going to feel a little awkward,” Hank laughed. “Get a little embarrassed. Maybe learn how someone else feels for once.”

I felt like I’d been tackled hard. Nobody embarrasses me like this.

“Fuck you guys,” I said, trying to sound cocky. “It’s three days – whatever, I can get through three days. I’m only getting horny cause you’re all seriously distracting.”

“Do you wanna fuck me Logan?” Hank teased, turning to give me an even better view of his ass.

“Hell yeah,” I heard myself say. Holy fuck... did I actually say that. I had to back peddle. “But I’m not gonna. I’m not gonna. You can make me gay for a couple days, but you can’t make me do anything about it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m not gonna tell anyone, and if you fuckers tell anyone I’ll kick your ass,” I threatened. “I’ll just catch up on homework or watch movies or whatever.”

Hank looked disappointed. The bastard probably figured he’d get to ride my dick. I laughed out loud – fuck that shit.

“Besides,” I said, giving him a sick grin. “If I was gonna fuck anyone, it wouldn’t be you. Check out my bros here. Austin’s got glutes so tight I’d ride ‘em for hours.”

I laughed, hoping he felt like shit.

“Bro, do you mind?” Austin asked with a nervous laugh.

“What bro? You helped make me gay, now you’re gonna say your ass is off limits?”

“Whoa dude,” Austin said, gesturing for me to stop. “You’re gay, but we’re off the menu, okay?”

“You’re missin’ out,” I said, adjusting my cock in my boxers. I grabbed my jeans and tugged them on. “You shoulda hit all four of us with that thing,” I told Hank with a wry grin. “We coulda grabbed an AirBnB, had a hot jock orgy for a couple days.”

What the hell? I couldn’t believe I even thought that. Shit, that was embarrassing.

“Bro, stop it,” Chuck winced. “This isn’t you.”

“What, like you expected me to be some pussy little fag?” I laughed. I wanted them all so bad. Fuck, I wasn’t used to rejection.

“I think I’d better go,” Hank said, rolling his eyes. He turned and left, giving me one last look at that fine ass as he swished outta the locker room.

“Check out that ASS!” I shouted, loud enough for it to echo down the hallway.

Hank turned and rewarded me with a little grin and a shake of his cheeks. I gripped my dick through my jeans, enjoying the show.

I didn’t wanna enjoy the show. But I was.

“Shit brah,” I said to my bros. “Why don’t chicks ever do that shit?”

This couldn’t be right.

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I tried to avoid checking out every dude on campus. It wasn’t easy.

I’ve always been that guy – you know? The one who says anything he thinks. I see a girl with a fat ass, I tell her to shake that thing. I see a chick is a short skirt, I wolf whistle til she’s under me.

So when I saw my bro Jeremy, dressed in nothing but gym shorts and a backwards cap, headed off to play some pickup hoops, it was only natural.

“Shake that ass baby!” I yelled. My gut dropped. Holy shit bro, I was gonna get killed.

“Real funny dude,” Jeremy laughed, jogging past me. Damn his pecs were hot.

The less time I spent in public the better. I hurried to my dorm room and slammed the door. I collapsed down against it, sinking until I’d sat my ass down on the floor, shaking and scared.

“This isn’t happening,” I said, trying to convince myself. “It’s not real, okay?”

I scrambled for my laptop. Porn. I needed porn. I needed some bimbo blonde getting fucked. I needed to see her tits bounce. I needed pussy.

I looked through my bookmarks and picked an old favourite. She was a slut, he was a pizza boy, and she didn’t have any money. I fired up the video and whipped out my dick, ready to pump one out for the hetero race.

“Yeah,” I grunted, pumping my cock as she answered the door. I’ve seen this one so many times, I know exactly where it’s going.

“Hey,” said the guy. Man, his voice was unexpectedly deep. I didn’t notice how cute the actor was. He had this boyish thing going on, but he was jacked – not like me, but still...

“Pizza delivery,” the hottie said.

“Oh,” the girl pouted. “But I don’t have any money.”

Soon they were fucking. The pizza guy was on top, pushing his thick cock in and out of her. His arms were so shredded, the muscle really showing as he held himself above the woman. He’d ditched everything but his ‘pizza boy’ visor, so there was a great view of his ass too. A little too muscular for my taste, but...

Holy shit. I closed the tab, looking down at my dripping cock. Holy shit, I’d almost masturbated to a guy.

And so what if I did? It wasn’t my fault, that some fairy had used his magic on me. I was gay for a couple days. There was no harm in playing around... privately. Trying something new, even if I’d only get a couple days of fun...

I clicked open a new incognito window and went back to my porn site. Except this time I scrolled past all the genres until I reached one I’d never clicked before. “Gay”. I clicked the link.

I didn’t know there’d be this much variety.

I scrolled for a while, clicking when something caught my eye. Eventually I settled on one, a muscular jock just railing this bubble butt twink. It only took a minute for me to blow my load all over my hand.

Then the post-nut clarity hit. They made me gay.

Fuck. Nobody could know.

I jerked off three more times before bed.

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I went to lunch with a bunch of guys on the team. They’re all such studs. But it’d be weird if I didn’t go. I managed to hold my tongue long enough to grab a seat.

“Hey Logan, how you doin’?” Austin said, grinning at me like an asshole.

“Fuck you bro,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, you’d like to,” Austin teased.

“Why’d you gotta dress like that?” I pouted. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“What?”

“Dude, look at that shirt,” I said, wondering why I didn’t just shut my trap. “It’s so tight I can see your pec shelf. And those sleeves fuckin’ hug your arms bro. You look so hot in that.”

“Uh, it’s just a regular shirt... bro,” Austin said. Beside me, Chuck and Devon were giving each side glances.

“Bro, I’m telling you, that shirt is fuckin’ hot on you,” I said, getting a little pissed.

“Hey, uh... Logan, did you just tell Austin he’s hot,” Warren said. He was a couple seats down and staring at me with a weird expression. The whole table stopped talking, looking to see what I’d say.

“Uh... I said the shirt looks hot on him,” I said, trying to shrug it off. “What? Like I can’t boost his ego? We oughta be lifting each other up brah, not tearing each other down.”

“Um... okay,” Warren said, turning back to his meal. “It’s just kinda gay.”

“What? Too good to lift up your bros?” I challenged him.

“No.”

“Then let’s hear it. I wanna hear you tell Kim something nice, I said pointing at the Korean jock across the table.

“Uh... okay.... um... Kim, you... uh... that’s a nice haircut bro,” Warren said, glancing at me for approval.

“Okay, good,” I laughed. “Now Kim, you do Warren.”

“Uh, okay, I like your t-shirt bro,” Kim said with a shrug.

Austin could barely hold his laughter. I was acting like a goddamn camp counsellor, trying to get the boys in touch with their feminine side. But it was either that, or admit how much I wanted to fuck Austin.

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That night I was tugging my dick to more gay porn. I didn’t even try to pretend like I was gonna search straight porn first, I just clicked right on “Gay”, and then “Twink”. My favourites were all big bottomed twinks getting fucked and loving every second.

My phone buzzed while a skinny blond twink was bouncing up and down on a cub’s thick dick.

> Warren @ 9:23 PM

> hey we’re grabbing drinks at the lion

That’s the campus bar. They’ve got cheap drinks and lots of frosh girls who are just so thrilled that the big sexy football players even glance at them. A night at the lion is guaranteed sex.

> Me @ 9:24 PM

> sorry bro i’m too tired after the gym

My bros would respect that. Everyone has those gym sessions where you leave it all on the road and can barely move after.

> Warren @ 9:24 PM

> pussy

Ten minutes later, there were a half-dozen drunk guys pounding on my door. I slammed my laptop shut and tucked my dick back into my sweats. Fuck... I’d been holding back too, I coulda cum like five minutes ago.

“C’mon bro,” Warren said, throwing an arm around me. “Grab your wallet, we’re goin’ out.”

“Yeah,” Austin smirked, hiding it poorly. “C’mon bro, we’re all gonna get laid tonight!”

We walked to the bar like herd animals, shoving each other and joking around. I hung back, trying to avoid getting too turned on. These guys could be in their own porn, easy. Hell, you film that shit, I bet you don’t even need a scholarship.

Thinking about it made me hard.

We ordered some pitchers and started pouring. I was maybe... three beers in when I realized I was zoned out, staring at Jeremy’s hand. Fuck... how could a hand be that sexy? It was so meaty and rough. So fuckin’ masculine.

And forearms. Fuck, don’t get me started on forearms. Either I was friends with the sexiest men alive, or men were just all sexy. Maybe both?

“I’m gonna...” I said, standing up with my beer and wandering off.

I’d been so quiet all night, I bet nobody even missed me.

I wandered around, trying to get some distance from gay thoughts, but the bar was literally packed with muscle and cock. God, I wanted some.

Fuck. No. I didn’t want that.

I didn’t want to suck on a thick cock. I didn’t want to feel cum sliding down my throat.

Fuck no.

I hated the guys around me. They shouldn’t make me think shit like that.

I rubbed my bulge anyway.

“Hey, Logan!” I heard from behind me. I turned and grinned. It was Hank, the cutie with the bubble butt.

“Hey hot stuff,” I said automatically. Shit, I hope nobody heard.

“Hey,” he said, pulling out a chair at his table. He was with a few f– gay guys, or at least that’s how they looked to me. At least three of them were wearing pink shirts, and two of them had picked tank tops. I was the only guy at my table wearing a tank, and even that’s just cause it makes my delts look hot.

I can’t believe I took the seat.

“How’s that tight ass?” I joked, taking a confident sip of beer and grinning. Oh fuck... the whole table giggled. Was I that obvious?

Luckily Hank smiled at the compliment. Fuck, I like the way he smiles.

“Aching for your cock,” Hank said, raising one eyebrow.

“Whoa boy,” I laughed nervously. “Sorry buddy, I’m not tryin’ to get laid or nothin’. You’ve just got a hot body is all.”

I was treating him like a piece of meat and he loved it.

“Yeah, well I love your swollen tits,” Hank said, giving my right pec a good squeeze. I felt a surge of pleasure straight to my cock. Fuck... I loved it too.

“Yeah?” I asked, leaning in closer.

“Yeah,” he said. “And your jawline is so rugged, you could cut glass with that thing.”

I grinned. Damn, no woman ever talked at me like this.

I felt a heavy pair of hands on my shoulders.

“C’mon Logan, let’s go,” I heard a deep voice say. I turned and found Kim’s tight body.

“Hey bro,” I slurred.

“Guys, whatever he said, we’re sorry, okay?” Kim offered. “He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah he is,” one of Hank’s friends said, sending the whole table into another fit of giggles.

“C’mon Logan,” he said, pulling me roughly by the bicep. “Let’s leave the fags alone. You got ladies waiting.”

But... and you can’t us that word... but...

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound real. “Yeah, okay.”

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I was at the gym Friday morning. I faked a headache and went home early, so I was the only jock here. Everyone else was still sleeping off the hangover.

But after my deadlifts I turned around and caught Hank taking a good look at my ass.

“You got a pretty great butt yourself,” he smirked. I felt my cock jump.

“Thanks,” I grinned. “But yours shakes like it craves the attention,” I growled. “I mean, you got other good stuff too bro. I’d kill for those calves... I mean, proportionally. And you’re cute as fuck.”

“That’s good to hear,” Hank said. “Especially from a beast like you. You’re an alpha fuck machine. It’s what you’re made for. So let’s do it, huh?”

“Aggressive little man,” I teased.

“Hey, I only got til midnight,” Hank said pointedly. “Look Logan, I gotta get to class, but... gimme your phone.”

I handed it over and he tapped in a number.

“Text me anytime,” he said. I looked down and almost laughed – he was in my phone as ‘Hot Ass Hank’. And he was right... I watched him swish away until he was around the corner. He was wearing this tiny red shorts that didn’t leave anything to my imagination.

I sleepwalked through a few more lifts, but I was thinking about that ass. Damn... two days ago I thought flamers didn’t hit the gym, but now... damn that ass.

I tried to remember that this was some weird curse.

Was it any less real?

I skipped showering at the gym because I figured I’d throw a boner if I took off my gym shorts. Instead I hurried for my dorm and showered there. I was right by the way – I did throw a bone the second my jock came down.

I glanced at the lotion and thought about rubbing out a quick one.

Instead I grabbed my phone. Two seconds later there was a dick pic in a new text thread. I blushed as I realized what I’d done – sent a dick pic to a gay dude. Fuck, that was gonna get leaked or whatever.

People were gonna think I was actually gay.

Three dots. He was texting back.

> Hot Ass Hank @ 8:50 AM

> Damn girl, put that somewhere safe... I’m in class til 1:30 but I want that cock

My heart beat a little bit faster.

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> Hot Ass Hank @ 1:29 PM

> Where u at?

I grinned at the text. I was at one of the study spots in the SUB, crashed in a chair with a cup of coffee and my phone. Jeremy and Austin were nearby actually doing homework.

> Me @ 1:29 PM

> i’m in the sub

> Hot Ass Hank @ 1:29 PM

> You still want to fuck me?

> Me @ 1:30 PM

> still got that hot ass??

“Who you texting?” Jeremy asked, watching me tap eagerly at my phone.

“Oh... uh, it’s just some chick,” I lied. “From my marketing class.”

“Yeah, like you go to class,” he laughed.

> Hot Ass Hank @ 1:31 PM

> I wanna worship your muscles

> Me @ 1:31 PM

> what?

> Hot Ass Hank @ 1:31 PM

> Get those biceps over to my place. Thompson 338. I’ll show you.

> Me @ 1:32 PM

> no way man... meet me at my place in 15. robson 221

> Me @ 1:32 PM

> if anyone sees you say you’re tutoring me or whatever

“Hey guys, I’m gonna take off,” I said, sliding my backpack over one shoulder. “I’ve gotta... um...”

“Go get ‘em,” Jeremy laughed. He gave me a fist bump.

“Yeah, go get him,” Austin laughed, giving me a knowing smirk.

> Hot Ass Hank @ 1:34 PM

> Coward. See u soon.

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I heard a quiet knock and opened the door. Hank was standing there, looking eager.

“Get inside,” I whispered. “Before somebody sees you!”

“Yeah, you know how to make a guy hot,” he joked, tossing his bag on my desk chair.

“Sorry,” I said. “Did anyone see you come in?”

“Relax Logan,” Hank said, putting a hand on my tricep. “Nobody saw me. It’s just you and me here, okay?”

“I’m just... I’m gonna be straight again soon, and I don’t need...”

“Yeah,” Hank said. “I get it. Now take off your clothes – I wanna admire your body for a while.”

I grinned and pulled off my tank. Then I dropped my sweats and stood there in just my jockstrap.

“Leave it on for now,” Hank said, running a finger along the white band. “Now lie down.”

I laid down on my bed – face up of course. I had a rough idea about gay sex from my porn sessions, and I didn’t wanna be the guy facing down.

That suited Hank just fine. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a pair of small pecs – really small. I bet this guys bench press sucked. Give me six months with him and... well, nobody looks like me, but that’s the thing about college guys, we still got the testosterone to get big.

Hank got on his knees, straddling either side of my feet. He rubbed his hands along my calves, feeling the muscle. Really appreciating it.

“I don’t know why you’re down on your calves,” he said, squeezing the muscle. “They’re great. They’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

“Yeah?” I asked, feeling a rush of satisfaction. Nobody ever said shit about my calves before.

“Mmm, and these quads,” he said, running his hand over the muscle and massaging it. “You must have worked so hard for these quads.”

“Yeah bro,” I laughed. I relaxed, folding my arms behind my head. “Lotta reps to get those.”

“And these,” Hank smirked, reaching under me and squeezing my glutes.

“With that ass... you’ve done a few squats yourself,” I moaned, loving the way he treated me.

“You’re such a stud,” he moaned, sliding his hands up to my lats, then around to grab my pecs. “Look at these muscle tits,” he laughed, squeezing big handfuls of them.

“Yeah, I got great pecs,” I smirked.

“You got great tits,” he insisted, running his thumb along a nipple.

“Yeah bro, I got great tits,” I agreed. They were kinda like tits... but hotter.

“How’d you get so big?” Hank asked, massaging my traps.

“Lifted a lotta weight bro,” I bragged.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I dunno dude,” I said uncomfortably. “My Dad always wanted me to be the strongest, y’know? The biggest, the fastest, the best at everything.”

“Sounds like a lot of pressure,” Hank said, rubbing out the tension in my neck.

“It was bro. He never lets up,” I confessed.

Hank just kept rubbing my muscles, making me feel so good.

“There’s so much pressure bro,” I said. “I gotta be the alpha in the team all the time. And all the ladies, they just want me cause I’m the top dog, I... you don’t wanna hear this bro...”

“It’s okay Logan,” he said, climbing off me. Hank laid down beside me on the bed. I turned on my side and took him in my arms. “Tell me anything.”

I liked the way he smelled.

“I dunno dude,” I said. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just putting on a big show for everyone, you know?”

“Yeah,” he said, snuggling in closer.

“Do you ever feel like that?” I asked.

“Sure,” Hank said. “I’m a skinny gay guy with a big ass – people expect me to be a walking pride parade. Girls treat me like I’m their automatic BFF, straight guys treat me like the enemy.”

“I guess I did that,” I said softly.

“Yeah, but it’s not all on you,” Hank said. “The world can be pretty limiting sometimes. You know, some nights I tell my friends I’ve got homework, but really I’m just watching basketball in my room.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. I like sports. Not like anyone would believe me.”

“I believe you,” I said.

We laid like that for a while, sharing secrets and hopes. And that was cool... really cool... but eventually...

“Bro...” I asked. “Can I fuck you?”

Hank turned in my arms, pressing his cute face into my chest and taking a deep breath.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he laughed, pushing me onto my back and standing up.

“So how do... uh...”

“I’ll show you.”

Hank had me lift my hips while he slipped my jock down my legs. Then we went to his backpack and grabbed out a bottle of something.

“Okay, I’m gonna lube up your cock,” he told me, squirting a little bit of something into his hand. “And then I’m gonna lube up my hole. I’m gonna make this real easy on you, okay? I’ll do all the work.”

“Okay,” I said, gasping as the cold gel touched my dick. It felt like lotion, but even more slippery. He gripped my cock lightly. I loved it.

“I’m gonna push your cock into my hole now, okay?” Hank said, lining it up.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. I gasped as he pushed his hole over my cock. It was so tight. Shit... Hank had a hole better than any pussy I’d ever fucked. It was so hot.

Was my hole this tight? Was I... would I be good to fuck?

I got lost in the pleasure as Hank rode me. Maybe we just had a heart-to-heart, but now he was back to treating me like a living dildo. He squeezed my tits and moaned with pleasure as my cock filled his ass.

“Uh.... uh...” I grunted, pushing my hips just a little. Trying to be more than just a sex doll.

“You’re so hot baby,” he moaned.

“I’m gonna...” I said, my heart racing.

And then I blew my load up his ass, and he blew his all over my muscle tits. A little bit landed on my face and I licked it away.

We were lying in bed, wrapped around each other. That’s when my phone buzzed.

“Bro, get ready,” Kim said all excited. “There’s a party at Kappa tonight and we’re all gonna score. The whole team’s going. Put your dick away, we’ll be there in twenty.”

“Uh...” I said, glancing down at Hank’s relaxed body. “I can’t. I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel them, you don’t miss a Kappa party,” Kim said. And then the bastard hung up.

Fuck.

“Bro... you gotta go,” I said, rolling away from Hank and looking around for my towel. I needed a shower and some fresh clothes and... better open the window. It was cool outside, but this whole place smelled like dude on dude action...

“What?” he said, sounding all tense.

“My friends are coming over. They wouldn’t take no,” I complained.

“And you’re worried they might see me?” Hank said pointedly.

“Bro... I’m gay for like... four more hours,” I said, glancing at the clock. “That was great. You’re great. It was like... the best. But they will mock me FOREVER,” I promised.

“This is really shitty,” he pouted.

“Yeah, I’m sorry but... I gotta.”

Hank pulled on his clothes without making eye contact. He slammed the door on his way out.

“Fuck,” I moaned to the empty room. “I’m sorry bro.”

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We were at the Kappa party, but it felt wrong.

Everyone was getting drunk and dancing and flirting and fucking. I felt lost, like I was trying to run a new play and we never practiced.

“Oh my god, you’re like... so funny,” she was saying, running her fingers across my chest. I was wearing a loose tank that really showed off my tits. She wasn’t who I wanted.

“Thanks,” I said. “Sometimes I feel like –“

“You were so hot in the game last Saturday,” she said, leaning in too close.

“Thanks,” I said, chugging my beer. “I’m uh... I’m dry. I’m gonna go.”

I wandered off. I bumped into Austin in the kitchen.

“Hey bro, beer me,” I said.

He popped open a couple more bottles and handed me one. After we tapped bottles, I gestured with my head, pointing at the back door.

“Bro, parties just getting started,” Austin burped.

“Just come outside for a sec,” I shouted over the music.

We stepped outside and I sank onto the steps.

“Bro, what’s wrong?” Austin laughed. “C’mon back in, enjoy the party. Is this about the curse thing? Dude, it’s almost done, don’t worry.”

“I think I fucked up,” I croaked.

“It’s okay,” Austin said. “Look, the guy isn’t gonna press charges. You’re right bro, you’re untouchable.”

“I let him fuck me man...” I admitted. “We spent all day in bed.”

“Relax bro, don’t have a meltdown,” Austin said. “Half an hour, you’ll be straight again. You can fuck any girl you want. Maybe take home two.”

“I made him feel... like, less than he is...” I said, taking a deep pull from my beer. “I wish I could... fuck man. What time is it?”

“Eleven thirty-eight.”

“Twenty two minutes, and then I’m back. The campus king,” I said bitterly. “Doing what’s expected of me.”

Austin and I sat in long silence, the seconds ticking too quickly.

He laid a hand on my shoulder and took my beer.

“There’s still time.”

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Sweat poured off of me. I raced across the campus.

I tugged at the locked door of Thompson, glancing nervously at my watch. It was 11:51.

“Hello?” I called loudly. “Anyone?”

Someone finally opened the door, just to shut me up.

11:53, I was pounding on Hank’s door. Thompson 338 – I rechecked my texts. This was the right door. But he wasn’t home.

I called, bouncing as it rang. After three rings it went to his voicemail.

“Hey girl,” he said in a cheery voice. “I’m probably in class or getting super fucked up so if you leave your name an–“

I hung up. Fuck, where could he be?

> Me @ 11:54 PM

> where are you bro???

> Me @ 11:54 PM

> i need to talk to you

> Me @ 11:54 PM

> before midnight!!!

Three dots. My stomach clenched.

> Hot Ass Hank @ 11:55 PM

> I’m at a party at my friends room. Paulson 208.

I raced. Lucky for me there was a guy smoking a joint outside Paulson and he’d propped the door open.

My thick legs pounded up the stairs. I used every shred of muscle to make it there on time.

I pounded at the door.

“That’ll be for me,” I heard Hank say from inside.

11:57.

“Can you uh... come outside for a sec?” I asked, feeling the half-dozen people staring from behind Hank.

“No,” Hank said firmly. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of MY friends.”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I said. “I was an asshole.”

“Yeah, you were,” Hank said, his lip stuck out. Fuck, he was so cute.

“Look, I’m sorry bro. I gotta say this now... I think I like you. I think I... I think I love you brah,” I confessed.

“You think?” Hank said, raising an eyebrow.

“I know it,” I said, tilting my head. “I love you.”

I kissed Hank, hard on the lips. The coloured lights flew out of me, surrounding us and dancing between me and Hank. He tasted sweet. Like a candy cane. Eventually the lights faded, even as Hank and I kept making out.

I could hear giggles in the background. They brought me back down to earth.

“Uh, aren’t you that guy from the football team?” one of Hank’s friends asked. He looked familiar. Maybe at the bar?

“Yeah,” I said with a wide grin. “I’m Hank’s new boyfriend… Logan.”

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Hank and I were in the gym, spotting each other on the bench press. He’ll probably never be as big as me, but with my help at the gym and with his nutrition, Hank had added a nice layer of muscle.

Hank grunted under me, pushing the bar to his limit. I kept my hands in position, ready to assist, but he left it all on the road. I’m so proud of him.

“Your chest is lookin’ hot as hell,” I said, adding weight for my set.

“Thanks,” Hank grinned. “One day we’ll both have tits,” he laughed.

I squeezed my left tit and stuck out my tongue at him.

“Hey you two, keep it in the bedroom,” Austin said, taking the bench beside us. He was with Chuck.

“Hey,” Chuck said, giving me the bro nod.

“Hey man,” I said. “New shorts? They look great on you.”

“Uh yeah,” Chuck blushed.

“So we’re having another party,” Austin said. In the six months since Hank and I got together, Austin had pledged Kappa. He was a good little frat boy, promoting their parties to everyone.

“What do you think?” I asked, making eye contact with Hank. Some nights we’re just in the mood to watch old movies and spoon.

“Hell yeah,” Hank said, giving me a cocky look. He’s such a bro sometimes – he was wearing my favourite cap backwards, and we’d gotten him some real gym clothes. “Maybe it’s a good time to wear that new shirt?”

“What new shirt?” Austin asked, rolling his eyes.

“I got it on Etsy dude,” I said excitedly. “It’s so cute on me. It says “CAMPUS QUEEN” in this handwritten font, and the way it hugs my delts...”

“He looks amazing in it,” Hank laughed.

“Okay, whatever.”

“You know what bro, you put in a little effort, you’d be such a hot piece of ass,” I smirked at Austin. “Gotta get over that toxic masculinity shit tho.”

“So Hank,” Austin laughed, trying to ignore me. “Own anything that’ll match with that?”

“Well... my boyfriend’s wearing it,” he said happily.

“I don’t care what Hank wears,” I said pointedly. “So long as there’s a jockstrap underneath.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Austin said, rolling his eyes at me.

I got down under the bar and adjusted my hands.

“Show some respect bro,” I grinned. “We’re in love.”