Brand New Campus Life 2
Here's part 2 of my first M/M series.
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"No, we can't! Not here!"
"Why not? It's your fault you made me like this, baby."
"Please, no. There are just too many people around here."
"Then let's show them our love. Let's show the world our forbidden love."
"Mmm... Hunter. Stop..."
"I need you, James. I can't live without you. And I won't let Dylan have you all to himself. "
"Hunter..."
_"James..._James...JAMES!!!!"
"Wah!" James woke up, startled.
"Get up you lazy bastard, you're coming with us to the gym today," Hunter glared down at him on the floor.
"Oh God...my head is pounding..." James groaned as he got up and put his paw on his forehead.
"Suck it up. It's your fucking fault you and Dylan have such a bad tolerance for alcohol!"
"Speaking of which...where is Dylan?"
"He's back at his dorm getting ready for the gym," Hunter told him as he put on a fresh clean wife beater. "Damn this one's tight."
James just watched on as the wife beater hugged Hunter's abnormally large pecs and hard abs.
"No shit," James mumbled under his breath.
Hunter looked down at James, "What the fuck are looking at? Get some clothes on and get ready to go!"
James didn't hesitate. He got up quickly and ran into their bedroom to grab some fresh clothes from his drawer. He put on some brown khaki shorts, threw on a plain white t-shirt and slipped on his sandals.
"Wait a sec, Hunter, I need to take a shower first," James called to him.
"Why bother!? You're gonna sweat anyways!" Hunter called back.
"Who ever said I was going to lift weights? I said I was only coming with you and Dylan!"
James heard loud footsteps approach as Hunter walked into the bedroom wearing tight black shorts and that same tight wife beater. He glared at James and leaned against the doorway with his huge tree trunk arms crossed and his cropped ears standing erect.
"Oh believe me, roomie. We're gonna make you do work; hard work. Whether you want to or not."
After that threat and look that Hunter gave him, for some reason, James felt his stomach churn whenever he got aroused or nervous. He didn't know which feeling it was at this moment.
"Now finish getting ready you dumb twat. Dylan should be here soon," Hunter reminded him as he stepped out of the room.
"I'm all set actually."
"Fine; now we wait."
James walked out the bedroom and walked into the bathroom to piss. He remembered that he wasn't ready after all; and there was no way he was going to a public gym with a full bladder. He pulled down his shorts and underwear and aimed for the toilet. He sighed deeply as he relieved himself and closed his eyes with relief. There were two things that always feel good in James' opinion: pissing and stretching. James never masturbated, so he never knew what it felt like.
As James gave his penis a few flicks and pulled up his underwear, he noticed something lying behind the toilet. He pulled up his shorts and got onto his knees to see what it was. Even now, at his new point-of-view, he still couldn't tell what it was so he decided to reach out and grab it. As he pulled it towards him he could tell it was rubber and very heavy also. Then when he finally pulled it out completely from behind the toilet, he looked down at it and his eyes almost popped out of his head and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. It was a condom. But it wasn't an ordinary condom...it was a huge, and I mean, HUUUGE condom.
The reason it was heavy: it was still full of semen.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" James shouted in his inner thoughts. "It looks so damn thick! This couldn't possibly be..."
"JAMES! COME ON! DYLAN'S HERE! GET YOUR SKINNY PUSSY-ASS IN HERE AND LET'S GO!" Hunter shouted from the living room.
Hesitating, James tossed the full condom back behind the toilet seat and ran out of the bathroom and into the living room to see Hunter standing at the doorway and Dylan standing out in the hallway smiling back at James. James waved and smiled back at Dylan and also noticed that Dylan was wearing the same clothes as he was. Hmm...small world.
"Come on, slow-poke," Hunter frowned at him. "Let's get a move on."
James approached the doorway and walked out into the hallway as Hunter shut their dorm room door behind them and locked it.
"Onwards," Hunter simply said.
"So James, we had a pretty crazy night last night, huh?" the large lion grinned, giving a light smack on James' back that nearly knocked the wind out of him.
"Yeah, it was," James smiled back.
"Yep. It sucks that I can't remember most of it, but it was still pretty crazy," Dylan laughed.
"So did he forget that we both thought each other was sexy?" James hoped in his thoughts. "Thank you, God. If there is a God..."
Dylan and James stepped into the elevator and pressed the lobby button. Hunter waited outside the elevator.
"Hunter, aren't you coming in?" James asked him.
"No. Cause the elevator's maximum weight is 1200lbs," the Doberman told the skinny husky.
"But I'm only, like, 120lbs," James told him.
"Exactly."
With that, the elevator doors closed and James did nothing but look up at Dylan with his maw wide open. If he was only 120lbs. and the elevator's maximum weight is 1200lbs, how heavy was Dylan? Hell, how heavy was Dylan and Hunter; combined!?
"So Dylan...forgive me for asking, but, how long have you been going to the gym to get so massive?" James asked timidly.
"Ha, it's no big deal. I've probably been going to the gym for...about...6 years...maybe more than that."
"So why are you larger than Hunter?"
"Well he's been going to the gym for about 4 years I think, so that's why. But you know, Hunter's still pretty massive too. But he has a lot to catch up to if he wants guns like these," he smiled proudly as he flexed his large right bicep, making it 10x larger.
"Oh fuck," James squealed quietly as his little "mini me" began to grow quickly without warning.
"Impressive huh?" Dylan grinned down at James.
"Y-y-y-yeah," James quivered.
"And just think, I'll get even larger than I am now if I keep working at it," James smiled proudly.
James fell down on the elevator floor with a gushing nosebleed at the thought of Dylan's larger body.
"Uh dude? Are you okay?" Dylan asked him, looking down at him with a confused face.
James didn't respond and just twitched lightly in his small pool of blood.
"I'll take that twitching as a 'yes'."
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"Woah dude! What the hell did you do to that guy?" a passerby exclaimed as he watched Dylan drag James out of the elevator still passed out.
"Listen, I know this looks bad, but -"
"HE'S A MADMAN!" the passerby shouted as he ran away scared.
"Well damn..." Dylan sighed.
Just then the elevator next to the one James and Dylan were in opened up and out stepped Hunter who immediately began to stiff the air and showed a look of wonder and confusion.
"Is that...blood I smell?" he wondered.
He looked on over to see Dylan dragging James to the exit of the building, followed by a trail of blood.
"Damn! James must have said something to piss him off," Hunter smiled. "Dylan, I gotta love ya."
Just as Hunter began to run towards Dylan and the passed out James, Dylan turned around to see him coming.
"There you are!"
"Here I am!" Hunter responded back. "Uh, what did you do to James?"
"Hell if I know. At first all I was doing was showing him my biceps and then the next thing I know, he's on the floor twitching in his own blood from his own nose."
"Hmm, that's weird. Give me sec."
Hunter walked over to a nearby sitting area where an unsuspecting fox student was about to get his bottled water snatched off of the small table in the center. As Hunter took the bottled water off the table, the young fox looked up from his book to catch Hunter in the act.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing with my-ai-ai-ai-aiya!" The fox stammered as he saw Hunter's enormous figure and muscle mass.
"What were you saying - foxy?" Hunter sneered with a threatening look.
"No-no-no-nothing, s-s-sir," the fox trembled in his chair.
"That's what I thought."
Without another hitch, Hunter ran back over to Dylan and James and unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and aimed it above James seemingly lifeless body. With no hesitation, the Doberman dumped the water on James' face causing the blue and white husky to sputter and open his eyes.
"Wha-wha-ah!!! Cold! Cold! Cold!" he jumped up off the floor. "Why the hell did you do that and why is my white shirt covered with blood!?"
"Long story, no time. We need to get going!" Hunter growled as he walked out of the building with Dylan following behind.
James began to babble in protest, "But-I-did-who-why-for God's sake! I have blood all over me! Shouldn't I be worried!?"
Hunter turned his head around quickly to look back at James. His pupils were replaced with flames and his teeth were sharper. He snarled with a satanic voice, "THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT YOU LITTLE PRICK!"
James blew off his concern and instead continued following them, but now at a safe distance.
"You should take it easy on him, this is his first full day here after all," Dylan reminded him.
"Eh, that little pussy needs to get a taste of the real world. Not everyone's gonna warm up to him and listen to him. So I'm teaching him just that," Hunter explained.
"Whatever man, you like him."
"I do not! I didn't even ask for a fucking roommate!"
"Just watch Hunter, you'll warm up to him eventually. I just met him last night and I'm already warming up to him."
"You're just that kinda guy, I guess. You're not a hard ass like I am."
"Yeah, you're gonna need to stop that," the lion scolded him.
"Who are you? My drunken slut of a mother?"
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James was nervous. He was extremely nervous. What would the people be like in the gym? How would they treat him? What did it look like? Did it smell like sweat and musk? He was thankful that they still had a ways to go for him to gather his thoughts...
"Here we are!" Dylan proclaimed.
...or not.
"Dammit," James grumbled.
The trio walked in and approached the front the desk where a middle-aged human man looked up and glared at Dylan and Hunter.
"You two again!? Do you even remember what you did to those weight benches the last time you guys were here?" the man scowled.
"It's not our fault the weight benches couldn't support our weight. They were pieces of junk," Hunter scowled back.
"Well we figured that out, didn't we? We got some new ones that are stronger just yesterday, but I swear to God above, if these new ones break, you guys are gonna have to find another gym."
"Whatever Chuck," Dylan blew him off. "Is our partner allowed in too?"
Chuck looked back at James who was still standing behind the two huge masses of muscle.
"Of course he is! He looks like he couldn't even break a fly's back, let alone a weight bench!" Chuck teased the skinny husky.
"I think he just called me weak," James said to himself in his thoughts.
"Thanks Chuck," Hunter patted the desk and proceeded into the gym.
James began to get a good look around the gym and was suddenly not that terrified. All of the furs that were in the gym had muscle, but even close to as much as Hunter and Dylan. They all looked like they started coming to the gym just last week. That called for a sigh of relief. In a corner was a coonhound lifting 35 pound weights. What a weakling. Then in the middle of the gym was a wolf that seemed to be having trouble doing pushups; he was shaking each time he pushed himself up. James laughed to himself. The only people he needed to be afraid of were Dylan and Hunter themselves! Well, especially Hunter.
"Why didn't you guys have to pay to get in?" James decided to ask the two.
"We both have memberships," Dylan told him. "You got in free because your first 5 visits are free. After that, you either pay each time you come or you go get a membership."
"Ah...I see."
"Chuck said he got new ones? These look like the same pieces of crap from last time," James heard Hunter start to complain. "Let's see if these are pieces of shit too."
Hunter sat down on the edge of the weight bench and laid back down and positioned himself underneath the weights. A toothy grin spread across his face, "These aren't enough! Dylan, put on 200 more pounds. I wanna shoot for 500!"
"Are you sure man?" Dylan asked him.
"Fuck yeah! Put 'em on so I can show James here how a real man does work," he laughed deeply.
Dylan went over to the metal weights and picked up 200 pounds worth easily and slipped them onto the handlebar. Then to make sure none slipped off, he slipped on the protectors and fastened them in.
"All set man," Dylan gave him the thumbs-up.
Hunter put his large paws around the long handlebar of the weights and got into position. He dug his feet into the floor and began to push upwards causing his pecs, biceps and triceps to bulge to outrageous sizes. His large veins started to show underneath his short fur and skin. James figured if he tried any harder, his veins would surely rupture.
"Arrrgh...almost there..." Hunter grunted loudly as he pushed harder.
"Come on you damn fag! Is that all you got you pussy -ass bitch!? You're no better than your drunken slut of a mother!" Dylan yelled at him trying to get him more pumped up.
"Ahhhhh!" Hunter grunted loudly as he finally raised the weights above him. "Yeah! I got it!"
Now Hunter didn't hesitate lowering the weights down and back up until he finally stopped about 5 minutes later.
"Aww fuck yeah!" Hunter growled, flexing his biceps. "Mmm these babies are gonna go so fuckin big when I'm done."
"Good luck catching up with Dylan on that," James heard a voice from behind.
James turned around as the other two looked up and there stood a handsome German Sheppard giving a wide grin. He was also muscular but not nearly as muscular as Hunter, but muscular enough to make it in WWE. He was brown and white and wore tight shorts along with a black Under Armor.
"Well, well, well!" Dylan exclaimed. "Sevion! It's been forever!"
"Damn right it has!" Hunter exclaimed. "How've ya been?"
"I've been doing great you guys! I moved in with a friend of mine in his apartment at a nearby apartment complex," Sevion informed them. "So I guess I've been doing pretty well lately."
"Awesome! Is your friend anyone we know of?" Hunter asked.
"Nah. He's a 16-year old kid who was kicked out of his parent's house so now he's staying in his own apartment. He has a job at the movie theater so that's how he's able to afford it; well, and I've been pitching in."
"Well that's nice of you," Dylan smiled. "What does he look like?"
"He's a skater looking kid. He wears those skinny jeans and tight t-shirts with the graffiti designs on them and he has that long silky black hair that almost covers his eyes. Poor kid looks like he's starving half the time too; he's so damn skinny. But he is actually pretty quiet."
"Hmm, interesting," Hunter said.
"Yep! Oh, and speaking of roommates!"
Sevion leaned forward and threw his arm over James' shoulders and pulled him in, "Who does this cute little husky belong to?"
Hunter sighed, "Ugh...he's mine."
"Yeah. Hunter doesn't like him so much, but I like him," Dylan smiled widely at James.
"So what's your name?" Sevion asked, looking at James.
"I'm James," James simply responded.
"You're adorable," Sevion replied back out of the clear blue.
"Uh...thank...you?" James thanked him questioningly.
"No problem, handsome."
"Sevion, leave the poor kid alone," Dylan laughed.
"Yeah, only I'm allowed to torture him," Hunter scolded him.
Sevion sighed deeply and let go of James.
"Well I guess I should get back to my workout...and I should let you guys too. It was nice seeing you guys again!"
"You too, Sevion!" Hunter and Dylan replied cheerfully.
"And it was nice meeting you, James," Sevion smiled at James seductively.
"Ye-yeah, you too," James gulped nervously.
Sevion didn't say another word and turned around to head back toward another part of the gym. James watched Sevion's hips sway almost seductively as he walked away.
"What a sexy bubble butt!" James thought. "Wait a second-no! Wait - ! What am I thinking!?"
"James!" Hunter yelled at him. "Lay down on the weight bench. We're gonna make you work like real men are supposed to work."
James gulped hard once again, "Somehow...I don't like the sound of that..."
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"Oh those fucking bastards!" James grunted as he pounded against a locker of the locker room.
He let out a deep sigh as he leaned back against the same locker and looked up at the ceiling.
"I could understand Hunter putting me through that, but Dylan!? Isn't he supposed to be watching out for me or something!?"
"That's because he doesn't want to be seen as too gentle in front of Hunter," a familiar voice spoke from behind.
Just as James began to turn around to see who it was, two muscular arms were placed on each side of James, preventing him from escape. James finished turning around to see to naked pecs in front of his face. The smell of musk was powerful as it radiated off of this...German Sheppard. It was Sevion.
"Sevion! Wha-what do you want?" James blushed.
"Mmm...I want you..." the German Sheppard murred.
"N-N-N-NO! We can't! I don't even know you that well!" James protested, turning his head away and pushing away Sevion's advancement.
"Mmmm...does it really matter?" Sevion groaned in James' ears. "You look sooo cute and sexy. How could I let someone like you go so easily?"
James kept his head turned away but felt Sevion grab his wrists and place his paws on his ass. James blushed madly and turned his head back towards Sevion and looked down to see he was wearing no underwear.
"Sevion! Why-why are you just -"
"Mmm, just shut up and grope my ass, sexy," Sevion interrupted.
James decided he didn't seem to have another choice and began to knead the Sheppard's ass. It felt so firm and squishy to James. He-he-he liked it! So without thinking another thought, James started to knead the German Sheppard's ass harder.
"Mmm yeah baby, get rough with it. Get rough with my sexy bubble butt," Sevion groaned as he rubbed his bare crotch against James' covered one.
"Ahh!" the husky gasped at the sudden friction and pressure.
"Ohh? Does the little husky like that?" he grinned. "Spank my hot ass, baby."
James did so, making a loud slapping sound and causing the sound to bounce off the walls of the locker room.
"Oh fuck yeah! Harder! Make me cry out your name!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ohhh Jaaames!" Sevion moaned loudly as he continued to rub his crotch against James. "I saw you looking at my ass. You like my fuckin' ass don't ya? I bet you wish you could just pound the shit out of it huh? You'd love to make me your bitch wouldn't ya, James?"
"I do!" James cried out, caught up in the moment.
"Heh. Well to bad cause I'm gonna -"
Sevion stopped and stepped back away from James. James, whose face was stilled flustered, looked at Sevion whose gaze was locked on something above where James was pressed against the lockers; was he looking at something outside the window? Without a word or explanation, Sevion ran out of the locker room putting on his clothes as he proceeded out of the room in a hurry. James stepped away from the lockers and looked up at the window just in time to see a black blur disappear from the window.
Sevion saw someone. But how? He was right against the locker with James. Perhaps it was a sixth-sense; James didn't have a clue. All he knew was that someone was trying to watch Sevion and James' "moment" to the best of their ability. The husky finally decided to walk out of the empty locker room, beginning to feel uncomfortable himself. When he walked out of the room, he found Dylan and Hunter flexing to see who grew the most out of their gym trip.
Obviously Dylan was bigger. He probably always would be. But Hunter's body was still one that heavyweight champs wouldn't even want to go against.
"Hey James!" Dylan smiled. "Uh do you know what was up with Sevion? He walked out of here with a frightened look on his face."
"Did you do something that scared him?" Hunter crinkled his nose and lowered his eyes.
"No, no, no. Actually, I have no idea why he was like that," James answered, almost truthfully.
"Hmm...that's weird...well then, shall we head on back?" Dylan asked.
"Yep! My muscles are killing me!" Hunter stretched.
"Mine too," James rubbed his sore arm.
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"Well I had fun you guys," Dylan looked at the two roommates as they all stood in front of James and Hunter's dorm room. "We should do this again next Sunday!"
"We always do," Hunter scoffed.
"Well I meant we should do it again with James."
"Yeah right! He couldn't even lift 25 pounds!" Hunter laughed.
"Hey! You're wrong!" James shouted at him. "It was 15 pounds, thank you very much!"
Hunter made a face that told James and Dylan he was trying to hold back a laugh.
"Well I guess I should head back to my dorm, see you guys later," Dylan smiled cheerfully.
"See ya!" James and Hunter said in unison.
Dylan turned around and began to walk back down the hall as Hunter unlocked the door and opened it up. He flipped on the light and threw the towel around his neck on the couch and kept walking towards the bathroom.
"I gotta piss," Hunter announced.
"Thanks for the unneeded info," James groaned as he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
Hunter closed the bathroom door behind him and locked it. He then took out an XL condom packet and placed in on the sink next to the toilet. He pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat down on the toilet seat and grabbed his condom packet and tore it open.
"Oh God, I need this," Hunter mumbled quietly as he began to fondle his balls trying to get his cock to pop out of his sheath.
"Mmm...yess..." the large Doberman moaned.
He closed his eyes and began to picture his new girlfriend's ass sticking up in the air. He tugged on his large, oversized balls harder as he pinched one of his large nipples. Back to the image in his head, his girlfriend's ass began to wiggle back and forth trying to tease him and just begging for his dick. Hunter suddenly began to feel his cock poke out of his sheath but not as quickly as it usually did when he thought of his new girlfriend. As he pinched his nipple harder and started to stoke his growing sheath, he realized that his girlfriend's ass didn't even look like her ass.
He brushed it off, put on his condom and started to picture himself pounding her tight asshole.
"Mmm yeah, baby. Take my huge fucking dick..."
He stroked his fully hard, foot-long cock faster and harder as he kept picturing himself violating her ass anyway possible. He kept this up for a few more minutes and started to wonder why he hadn't cum yet. He felt like he was on the verge of cumming, but he just couldn't! His pecs kept twitching and expanding with his deep and heavy breaths. This was starting to piss him off.
"Why am I not cumming!?" he yelled in his head.
Then, back in his fantasy, his girlfriend turned her head around and looked up at Hunter with beautiful eyes and an innocent face. But - this wasn't his girlfriend's face. It was... JAMES!?
"Please, Hunter," James looked at him with those beautiful, innocent eyes. "Be more gentle with me..."
"Ack!" Hunter grunted as he came heavily inside his condom, filling it up to a breaking point.
He slumped back against the toilet seat panting heavily and sweating madly as well. He took off his condom, tied it up, and tossed it behind the toilet to be flushed away later with the other one that James discovered earlier.
"What the hell is wrong with me? I can't even remember the last time I came that hard!" Hunter's head started to swarm with his uncertain thoughts.
"James is making me question everything about me."
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"That must be one hell of piss," James sighed as he watched "Jersey Shore." "Oh! Snooky! You fucking slut! Why him!? He's a fuckin asshole! Even you know that!"
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Haha! I love putting comedy in my stories. Part 3 will be up soon. Oh and about Sevion freaking out? I will write a completely seperate story about what he saw in the window and the aftermath after this series is over. If you want it before the series is over, I can do that. It's up to all of you :) Thanks for reading!