The Self Made Desire

The process of broification comes with many changes, many of which can and will surprise you once you go through the transformation yourself.

For me, all I had to do was join a gym. I had no intention of "becoming a bro" when I did. I just wanted to improve my mental health and wanted to look nice--and for the first several months that was my mindset--until something began to change in me.

The transformation can look different for everyone, but it can also have a lot of similarities. I can only speak for myself, but here are the changes I've noticed:

Feeling more confident: I noticed myself just not caring about negative opinions of me. While I try to always be nice to the people I interact with, I'm less willing to put up with bullshit and more willing to speak my mind. Boundaries will be set. Even the way I walk feels more naturally confident.

Feeling more masculine: That kinda goes with the previous item, but I also feel more confident as a man. I love my body, I love testosterone, I love having a penis, I love being a man.

Increased libido: I'm horny more often, especially with that pump of testosterone I get after a good gym session. I make a point of giving my cock the love it deserves.

Becoming more sexually dominant: While I've always felt like I had a dormant "dom side", I was always more of a vanilla kinda guy; but since I began going to the gym and embracing my masculinity, it's like that "dom side" finally woke up. And you can bet I'm going to have my fun ;)

New taste in clothes: I'm much more attracted to gym clothes, sports clothes, and clothes that show more skin, both in myself and in other people. I prefer short shorts and gym shorts, cut-off shirts, loose fit tank tops with drop armholes, basketball jerseys, sweatpants with no shirt on, among other things.

Sudden interest in sports: I was never a sports guy, but I grew a sudden interest and watching weightlifting and powerlifting competitions as an extension of my interest in fitness. That somehow led me to get curious about other sports too, like football (NFL). The funny thing is that this was a natural thing for me. At no point did I force myself to get into sports. It just happened.

Interest in meeting other bros: I began craving more brotherhood. I already had regular friends before, but I grew a sudden interest in befriending other bro types, both as people to get inspiration from as well as the fact that I now shared interests with them. I like to say that masculinity needs masculinity and that's what I felt. There's nothing like the bond between bros. You start craving people who are like you and match your bro vibes.

Changes in the way I talk: This one was more of a lowkey change, but I noticed myself become more slangy, saying things like "dude" and "bro" much more often, and even cussing a bit more (but like in a chill kind of way).

Change in personality: While I was always a chill and down to earth guy, I noticed the transformation put a layer of cockiness and upbeatness on top of my personality. There's a kind of "let's fucking go" energy about me.

Craving the gym: And of course, the gym. The more you go, the more you want it. Working out has become more than something I did just because I wanted to better my mental health or look nice. It's something I can't see myself without anymore. The gym has become my second home, because it's where I feel my best self.

I'm sure there are other changes too, but these were the ones that stood out to me the most. If you're on your journey of becoming a bro, keep at it. Keep showing up to the gym and let your mind be absorbed by it. Let it transform you. You got this, bro.

The Jock Pod

“Sweet, I’m in!” Mickey said quietly to himself as the doors to the lab whooshed open. Unlike most labs on campus, this one was locked and unavailable unless you were working with one of the tenured science professors or the school’s scientist-in-residence. Mickey was a naturally inquisitive young man, and the secret of the lab drove him to stay up late at night coding a program that would allow him to enter the lab undetected. He knew he couldn’t go down the easy route of asking the dean of the college, as she made no exceptions for who was allowed into the lab.

He confidently entered the lab, knowing the scientists and students would be sleeping in their beds right now, and the program made it so that no silent alarms were tripped and all “booby traps” were taken offline. As Mickey explored the lab, he was a bit disappointed. It certainly had a high-tech feel to it, but it was something that he might encounter in one of the college’s other labs. He was about to give up when he peeked around one corner of the lab, and what he saw shocked him.

It was a pod-like device, large enough to fit most humans. There were a number of sticky notes on the machine itself, and documents scattered on the floor in front of it. Mickey quickly read most of them over, and discovered that this machine would give him a jock bodysuit! It was something out of an erotica he loved to read, and the science behind it actually seemed pretty sound. This shit could very well be legit! Mickey walked a bit closer to the pod and even looked inside, trying to see if he could find the jock suit.

The notes were insanely detailed, except on where the suit was actually contained. As he looked around, he didn’t realize the sensors were going off, silently, and scanning him. By the time he saw a glimpse of the red light, it was too late. Metal bonds wrapped around his arms and ankles and locked him inside of the pod, which then closed before Mickey could let out a scream. Even if the pod hadn’t closed, the guards barely checked this lab area, so he was fucked either way. “Assimilation process starting. Subject to be turned into jock.”

“No, no, abort, stop, get me the fuck out of here!” Mickey whined.

“The assimilation process can only be controlled from the outside. Unwilling participants were screened out ahead of time. Suit creation process commencing.” Mickey didn’t know how to respond as some sticky substance was shot out at him, kind of like a second skin building up his muscles. The voice was happily narrating as all of this happened. “This suit is a proprietary blend of honeycomb and nanoparticles mixed in with proteins and anabolic steroids. The honeycomb and nanoparticles provide a comfy cushion to the jock bodysuit, while the proteins and anabolic steroids create the lifelike muscles you now see all over your body.”

As much as the process intrigued Mickey, he was more focused on getting out of the pod. “Help! HELP! Get me out of here! This shit is fuckin’ messed-up, man!” Unfortunately, no one was going to come, and Mickey was forced to watch as most of his body was covered in this jock bodysuit. Eventually, after putting the finishing touches on his left nipple, the voice came back. “Suit creation process complete. Phase one complete. Subject has optimal muscle mass now.” What was quite interesting was that the suit didn’t cover him completely. Mickey’s crotch, ass, and head were not affected by the process, at least not yet. Mickey dreaded to find out what would happen to them.

“To proceed in the process, control over your motor function is required to move onto phase two. We remind you that you have signed consent forms ahead of time. Phase two commencing.”

“Fuck! That’s-” Mickey was barely able to get a sentence out before he felt a dildo being shoved up his ass. There was no lube or any preparation involved at all. At least now he knew how his motor function was going to be controlled, at least in the broadest strokes. He went back to screaming, but was silenced by another dildo being shoved down his throat, although this one admittedly more like a tube.

“The dildo tube connected to your mouth is pumping up substances that will help your body assimilate to the new muscle mass and the jock mindset that must come along with it. The dildo inserted into your anal cavity is how we will control your motor functions for the time being.” Mickey’s eyes could only bug out after hearing what they said, and even that was soon covered up too, by the bodysuit material covering his face and his ass as well. “The face material undergoes a special process to make sure the new jock you looks like a unique human being. The ass material is put on at this point to make sure the dildo remains in your anal cavity.”

The voice was right, as even though Mickey’s new bubble butt did have an anal cavity, or a hole, like it was supposed to, he could still feel the dildo deep inside of him. “Phase two complete. Phase three commencing. To complete your physical transformation into a jock, a cock and balls befitting of a jock is required.” Mickey could only watch in horror as more of the jock bodysuit material shot out from the pod, creating a cock and a pair of balls in the middle of the pod. However, this type of material looked to be quite specific for his genitals, making sure his veins protruded down his shaft and that his cockhead was nice and sensitive, and it wasn’t being directly applied there, yet.

It almost looked as if it was a puzzle, and the last two pieces were his new shaft and new balls. They were lowered down or raised upwards to his body, respectively, and it felt like Mickey had been wired up and a bunch of electricity was coursing through his body as his cock and balls welded together with his muscled jock bodysuit. As the painful process continued, the voice came back, but this time, she wasn’t narrating what was happening. “Each time you ejaculate inside of another woman, your body will reward you with a special form of dopamine specifically created to continually boost your alpha jock prowess.”

“Fuck, I would never do that!” Mickey thought to himself, a weird mix of relieved and nervous. The machine had already done this much to him; rewiring his brain to make him straight could be a very real possibility.

“Phase three is now complete. Suit creation process complete. Further changes require external assistance. My sensors indicate that it is currently 2:53 A.M.. Subject will be put to sleep until external assistance is available.”

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna go to sleep!” Mickey complained, but it was no use. The dildo in his ass relaxed all of his muscles and made him almost paralyzed, while the dildo in his mouth spit out a nice substance that quickly made Mickey fall asleep, despite his best efforts to remain awake. The next morning, the scientist-in-residence, Dr. Emil Salvicchio, entered the lab bright and early before any of his peers. Immediately he could tell someone had been there. He had a keen eye for changes, and even though Mickey had only rustled a few papers, Emil knew someone had been in here. He rushed to the pod, hoping that the person didn’t steal that. The pod was still there, and it was now closed.

“Who activated the pod?” Emil thought to himself, as he pressed some buttons on the side of the pod. The process could have continued, but he wanted to see who was inside of it. Mickey and his new muscular jock body were revealed to Dr. Salvicchio. He still had the metal bonds keeping him inside, but the dildos were now removed from his orifices. “Dr. Sal! You need to help me out! It’s Mickey, Mickey Guyerton! I had SCI101 with you as the teacher!”

“I can’t believe it! We’ve never had a human subject in the pod before, and for its first runthrough, perfection! It’s a medical and scientific breakthrough! We can get people out of wheelchairs, provide muscles to those who want it with no ill effects, maybe even stop cancer!” Emil announced, spitballing at the possibilities. He had been talking over Mickey, still complaining and trying to get through to the scientist. Eventually, Emil listened to Mickey, but it was not what the newly-minted jock wanted to hear. “Oh, ah, yes, Mickey, I do remember you now. But I can’t help you. I need to see if the jock assimilation process completely works!”

“Dr. Sal, please, no! Stop this! It can’t just be for science! Think of the humanity behind the process!” However, Emil didn’t listen and pressed a few buttons on the side of the machine again. The pod closed back up again and the dildos were reinserted into Mickey’s holes. The voice also came back, but like before, it really wasn’t helpful.

“Assimilation process continuing. Mental override initiated. This process requires a dramatic change in the neurochemistry of your brain. We remind you that you have signed consent forms ahead of time.” Mickey wanted to scream out in horror as both of the dildos began pumping some substance inside of him. It wasn’t kind enough to tell him what it was, but he knew that it was going to affect his neurochemistry and make him think he was some dumb straight alpha jock.

The substance going down his throat felt and tasted especially weird, and the substance in his ass didn’t feel anything like cum or even piss. Mickey was forced to plead with Dr. Sal, if he could even see him, with just his eyes. He knew that he needed to resist the changes for as long as he could. However, quite a bit of the substance was being pumped inside of him, and he could already tell it had started to affect his brain. He didn’t know how long it was, but eventually he felt a “click” inside of him, like he was now complete.

Mick’s new thought process then took over. “Yeah, brah, you’re the fuckin’ alpha, man! Any fuckin’ babe will wanna have your sweet jock babies! I wonder how many chicks get turned on by seeing ya in your tight football pants! I fuckin’ love football, man! I get to be with my brahs and it’s like a great way to pick up babes!” Mick’s new straight alpha jock personality took over, and any second now, Dr. Sal would get an alert to open up the pod. But the process wasn’t 100% perfect, not yet. Mickey, the gay nerd, was trapped deep within the recesses of his own mind. He was forced to watch as this glorified bodysuit was going to take over his life and mess with it irrevocably, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

No Need to Pledge, Just Drink.

Thanks for the Warm Response! Here's a shorter piece - Occam

It’s definitely not normal that they invited me to this party. It was a direct invite too, obviously. I wouldn’t show up unless someone explicitly asked. From what I understand frat parties don’t usually have a guest list, but I am not one to just wander in. 

Judging by how unpleasant this is so far I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have accepted Derek’s invitation at all. I start to look around for the nearest exits which is when Derek finally shows his face, approaching me with two drinks in hand.

“Sup bruh! I’m so stoked you could make it! This party is gonna be absolutely killer soon so I hope you can stick around!”

“Ah, well I was-”

“I brought you a little drink broski! I know shit like this isn’t your cup of tea so I figured you’d take the assist, this stuff’ll loosen you right up.”

I take the cup from him and just avoid wretching from fumes of alcohol coming from the cup now in my hand. I assumed it was just a beer but it looks like some horrible mixed drink.

“It’s Everclear and Hawaiian Punch bro! As soon as you get past the first taste you barely notice the burn!”

He continues to stand there as I fail to brainstorm a way out of at least trying this. I see a potted plant across the room and know my next move. I’ll give the drink one chance to get Derek off my back and dump it as soon as he turns his.

It’s honestly not as bad as I thought it would be, it doesn’t even seem alcoholic actually? It’s just sweet? Almost to a sickly degree. I don’t really taste the punch either, it's just… 

I start to take another sip before noticing that impossibly, my cup is already empty. I only took a sip though? Something, something is not right. I start to freeze up before Derek starts shaking me, his hand holding a second cup of the punch high above his head shouting, “Brooo! You just demolished that! Fuck! I’ve gotta see that again!” He shoves the second cup into my hand and begins to push his way back towards the punch bowl “Everyone outta the way! This nerd has got to have more to drink!”

I watch him longer than I should have, dumbfounded holding this drink that I didn’t want. Don’t want? My vision gets blurry as I watch him maneuver his massive body through the crowd. Woah, I guess this is what alcohol does? I feel myself start to grin watching him struggle to fill a two-liter with whatever that punch is. Jungle juice? Oh Shit? Is he bringing that to me? 

The DJ switches playlists and I feel excitement quickly start to build in my chest. I fuckin’ love this song! I start to inch towards the crowd before I’m elbowed in the face and my glasses fall directly into my cup.

“Hey dude! I need those to fuc- I need those to see” I instinctively shout as I look to see my glasses just peeking out of my cup. Before picking them out though, I notice that my vision is actually better now? Which briefly starts to set my veins afire once more, why have I been going to a fucking optometrist for years I start to think, clenching my jaw before I look closer into my cup.

This alcohol must really be getting to me or Derek is pulling another prank on me or something. My hair looks so stupid up like that. I start to move my hand to fix it before seeing my arm reflected. 

Or is that even my arm? It shouldn’t be? It’s the size of my head. I shouldn't be able to life something that size if I wanted to. I need to get some fresh air, or just some quiet space. I need to get out. I need-

“Party king coming through! Sorry bro I couldn’t get the bottle to fuckin work so I hope two more cups will do” I see two cups clenched in massive hairy, may as well be, paws starting to pass back through the dance floor. My own hand flexes and I drop my drink, spilling it all over my shoes as I bolt to find a bathroom. Cheers of “Party Foul” ring out as I dash, completely ditching my glasses without a second thought.

I weasel my way through the crowd feeling less agile than usual. Finding it much easier to shove these pipsqueaks out of the way than to squeeze between them before I find peace in the second floor restroom, miraculously without a line outside. I don’t question why I suddenly know the layout of this house as I slam the door and take a deep breath. Music still comes through the door as I reach for the light and prepare to look in the mirror.

The haircut was the least of my concerns. I look like a beast as I start to hyperventilate. I feel the music outside the room quicken matching my heartbeat, my newly 20/20 eyes stare into themselves as they turn from blue to a deep brown and visibly lose acuity. I feel my biceps pressing against the sleeves of my t-shirt narrowly avoiding a deliberate flex to rip the shirt apart. 

I notice a stink other than jungle juice coming up from my feet as I feel them beginning to push against the tongue of my shoe. I collapse to the floor and quickly struggle to untie my laces before squeezing my feet out. Immediately apparent are drastically rattier socks than I remember putting on to get ready for this party. Full of holes and stains, I dread knowing whose socks these are and what is happening before recognizing them as my own. Or really they could be any of my bros socks but who cares.

As soon as this thought pushes its way into my head a pit drops into my stomach. I am an only child, I don’t have any bros, or well, I have a house full of bros now right? Getting up off the floor I again glance into the mirror. My jaw is wider, my stubble itches but just like it always does, right? I put my face in my hands creating enough strain in my small shirt to force a tear down the back. Why am I wearing such tiny tiny clothes anyway? Must be Derek hazing me again huh. I think holding in a guffaw, I wonder how he got me in these?

I tear the rest of my shirt away before doing the same to my pants which is when I learn that I have apparently been going commando this whole time. Now free of these nerdy-ass clothes I flex in the mirror. Pecs popping like always, my bros always say the hair hides my pump but who cares bro I want to look like a man. I briefly shake my cock at myself in the mirror smirking and see laid out behind me are a change of clothes that Derek must have laid out for me. 

There are a pair of slides, some athletic shorts and a massive stringer that says “Party Prince” Bro! He must have made us matching shirts! 

I quickly start to change to match with my Bro and see cologne on the counter. I’m sure bro won't mind if I use it. Each spritz I feel myself fill out my tank even more, veins beginning to peak out down my arms and my package becomes even harder to miss in my shorts. I do a few more poses in the mirror before hearing a knock at the bathroom door.

“Bro you in there? The party’s dying without you bro!”

Hearing my big bros’ cry for help I get my head in the game. I’ve got to bring it tonight. I kick the locked door open, completely shattering the door frame as I cry out- “Who’s ready to drink tonight,” tossing the awaiting cup of jungle juice into the air over the crowd.

Lucky

Back at it again with @mrrharper

Colt was the greatest roommate I could have ever asked for, and I am surprised that nobody had snatched him before I did. I was so lucky to have found him.

I had been searching for a dude pretty similar to myself to room with: sameish age, comparable activities, would not have a problem with me bringing home a girl from the club every once and a while. Colt was all that and more. He was responsible and took his share of chores, was active and cared about sports (although he cheered for the wrong teams), and he was great at giving me my space but was also always willing to hang. He even gifted me with a playlist for the gym! Colt was just so thoughtful.

Colt was very sympathetic about my current situation, understanding that it would take a little bit before I found a stable job. He did not mind however, reminding me that as long as I had the money to pay for rent, he did not care what I did. This meant my weeks were fairly open to begin with, mostly spent applying and interviewing for jobs with my history degree. I visited the gym twice or three times a week for some light cardio, using Colt’s playlist to keep me motivated. His choices in music were perfect; I would finish my workouts before I even realized it.

As time went on, Colt and I got to spend more time with each other, learning about our individual hobbies and interests. We shared one of these moments while watching a game together between my favorite team, the New England Patriots, and his, the Philadelphia Eagles. It was a brutal match, with both of us cheering rampantly for our different picks. Colt’s team had been having a rough season already, so it was not surprising when the Patriots pulled ahead in the end. I was cheering and hollering, engrossed in my team’s victory.

“Isn’t it difficult to always be supporting the best team, Mike?” Colt suddenly asked.

I frowned, “What do you mean?”

“It’s so much pressure to always be on top. There’s more fun in supporting an underdog like the Eagles.” 

I considered his point, having been a lifelong Patriots fan. It made sense–always winning took some of the adrenaline away while at the same time instituting stress. If the Patriots lost, it would have been devastating. But even though the Eagles lost, Colt pointed out he still had hope, and that either result would have still made him feel good. I nodded after Colt asked if I wanted to feel good like him. There was no harm in becoming an Eagles fan for a season, it would give me something different. Plus, it would be exciting for Colt and I to be on the same team

It was then I discovered another great part of living with Colt was being exposed to a unique perspective. At first, I was watching twice as many games, supporting both the Patriots and the Eagles. But I quickly found my interest leaning towards the latter, better understand Colt's theory about hope. Losing never felt so good! By the end of the season, I had not only attended an Eagle’s game with Colt, but had missed the Patriots winning the Super Bowl entirely!

Colt’s perspective influenced me in other routes as well. Still without a job, he suggested that I could have been taking advantage of my free time at the gym. I had not objected to this thought, considering it as a fair idea. Slowly, I found myself working out more often, eventually entering and leaving the gym every single day. Colt commented that I must have loved it; working out and flexing my muscles. It also meant I had more time to listen to his awesome playlist.

At some point, the effect of my frequent gym visits became recognizable. There were the obvious benefits–I had always been athletic but now my muscles were becoming conditioned, firm and supple and model-worthy. But a cloud of funk had begun to surround my everyday life, the reek of sweat and body odor hovering constantly. I had always been good about wearing deodorant, but at some point the habit had abruptly vanished. Colt did not seem bothered by my musk however, so neither was I. 

Laundry was another victim of my altering lifestyle. Clean clothes became a thing of the past as my forgetful mind struggled to organize. My room became covered in my discarded clothing, some of which I eventually threw out. Not because they smelled horrendous, but because they were simply too hot. Starchy and confining, I soon found myself buying shorter shorts, more revealing tees, things the typical jock would wear. Colt even commented on it.

“You’re becoming quite the bro, Mike,” he had joked.

“They’re just so much more comfortable.” I had been in a stringer with some running shorts. “And I’m always so flushed now too.”

“It’s a new stage of life, you’re probably just anxious,” Colt offered. "You should just walk around in your boxers, that would help cool you down.”

“You think so?”

The next day, I found myself grateful for Colt’s suggestion. Strutting around the apartment in just my boxers massively improved my temperature regulation. There were other benefits too, like being able to visualize my flexes after every insane pump. It also allowed me easier access to my package, which I had recently noted had begun to feel heavier. Colt had caught me standing in the hallway fondling my junk once, snapping me out of a haze. He did not mind my behavior however, and I did not worry about him perving on me. I was not homophobic or anything, but I would have never roomed with a gay guy. I knew dudes well enough to know that sort of thing.

This was evident by the new guys I was hanging out with at the gym. A few of the jockish types had approached me after a workout, and with Colt’s encouragement, I had begun to hang out with them more frequently. Big Dog, Chief, The Big Brobowski; if I was not spending time with Colt I was at the gym, at the bars, or at the clubs with them. When I told Colt about this, he stated it was about time I had a nickname to go along with.

“Maverick,” he nodded. “Yeah, it fits you perfectly.”

I smiled dumbly, struggling to remember what my former name had been.

“The bros have had quite the impact on you,” Colt said. “You’re bigger, smellier, hairier.”

I chuckled, scratching at the fuzz on my exposed chest.

“Dumber too,” Colt added. “All that knowledge has shifted to sports, fitness, and nutrition. I think it's about time you stopped looking for a job with that useless degree. Apply to be a trainer at your gym.”

I cocked my head, the wheels turning slowly in my head as I considered this idea.

“Yeah...sure bro,” I eventually replied. And I followed up with it. To my surprise, the owner of the gym offered me a position right on the spot, saying I could start immediately after the weekend. The first thing I did was rush home to Colt, excited to tell him the news. I did not expect to see him on the couch in one of my dirty workout tees and a pair of silk shorts, pawing himself cockily.

Colt must have seen the shocked look on my face. “What, Maverick? Have you not done this with your bros yet?”

“Uh…done what?” I asked slowly.

“Helped a bro out,” Colt scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing. “Come here, I’ll show you.”

I followed his command, approaching slowly. I was still a bit sweaty from my viscous victory workout after the interview, Colt’s playlist had been blasting my eardrums the entire time.

“Gym bros like you do this all the time, Maverick” Colt persuaded, ushering for me to get on top of him. I crawled forward, my eyes tracing each ab that he revealed from under his shirt. “They look tasty, don’t they?”

With Colt's guidance, I felt myself lower down to run my tongue along my roommate's smooth, tight chest.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

Our eyes met. I did not have to vocally confirm.

“Dumb jocks like you do this all the time,” Colt reaffirmed. “They love to do this all the time.”

I felt my cock gently inflate, throbbing inside my tight shorts. Colt reached his left hand to calmly, but assertively cup my balls, eliciting a small moan from me as he pushed back my shorts. He then began to remove his own, aligning my dick and rubbing it against his hole. My precum was soon slicking him up. 

“I am the greatest roommate you could have ever asked for, and you are surprised that nobody had snatched me before you did.” Colt instructed as I entered him. “You were so lucky to have found me.”

Todd opened his eyes, only to see a gym full of sweaty hunks, instead of the dorm room in which he felt asleep, planning for this to be just a quick nap. He underestimated the chances of waking up in a body of a 6'4 240 lbs brute, with biceps the size of footballs, tree trunks for legs and absolutely jacked upper body.

He didn't have time to panic though, because another sweaty jock came up to him. "'ey bro, am finished with my set for now. You too bro?" Todd would later learn that it was TJ, a tight end from his college's football team. But now he was scrambling to come up with a response.

"Uhm, yes... uhh, yeah, I'm finished, yeah." He half-murmured. TJ didin't wait for a response and sat down next to him on the bench, leaning back and spreading his legs wide apart.

"Bruh, I'm so fuckin' pumped bro, it's unreal dude. That new routine Coach gave us is fuckin' rad bro." TJ then proceeded to flex both his arms, hplding them in a double bicep pose for a moment. Todd just nodded and grunted a quick "Yeah, bro." After a few seconds Tj lowered his arms, but not before sniffing one of his armpits.

"Huhuhuh shit bro, i fuckin' reek dude." He then let out a low laugh, so common in dumb football bros. Todd turned to the jock sitting next to him and the smell of musk and sweat hit him like a train, invading his nostrils. The words "Dude, you need a shower" instintively left his mouth. A moment later he realized what he had just said, and hoped the other jock wouldn't react badly.

"Huhuhuh" TJ just chuckled like an idiot "That's the smell of a real man, Strand."

Strand just... no, Todd just sat there, almost paralyzed by the odor that enveloped him. TJ meanwhile stretched his arms, his armpits exposed, and his muscle tee damp. As waves of musk and sweat reached Todd, his head began to hurt. The feelings of repulsion and disgust suddenly started changing into normalcy and relaxation. StrandTodd's posture changed, he leaned back on the bench, with his legs now slightly away form each other.

"Bruh, that's life, am I right dawg?" TJ drawled and a grin appeared on StrandTodd's face. He chuckled and responded "Yeah, bro, that's life bro." When Todd realized that he had just said that, and worse, that he felt comfortable, here with TJ, both of their bodies reeking of sweat, dread... was the opposite of what Strand felt as he relaxed with his bro after a killer session in the gym. His arms were pumped, his pecs burned with pain that was a testament to his dedication to working out.

TJ looked at his bro and grinned. "Ey, Strand bro, you goin' to that beer fest at Alpha Phi?" His bro slapped TJ in the back and said "Huhuhuh bruh, the fuck you're asking me bro. Duh, I'm going. And am taking ya with me dude." The both laughed like the two dumb jocks they were, then took their duffels and left the gym.

Stranger Danger

Part 1

Luke had always been a keen cyclist, and today only underlined that enjoyment. The weather was perfect for a 30 mile ride, it was warm, sunny and dry. Infact the first dry day for about a week so he had been keen to change into his cycle gear and hit the road early. He was 22 years old and had been cycling for about 7 years, he was tall, about 6ft 2" with dark hair which was short at the sides and kept longer and floppy on top and he had a lean, fat free physique with legs that were tanned and slightly muscular as a result of his years cycling. Years of cycling and being on his school swim team had paid off for Luke and he had now a physique which was perfect for cycling. Truth be told, it was also perfect for looking good in his cycle kit, lycra isn't the most forgiving material he often thought but if you have the right figure there's something very sexy about the way the material clings to every curve. Luke definitely had the right figure. Although the keeping fit element to cycling had always been the main motivator, he had to admit to himself that the way the lycra felt and looked had always been a bonus reason for him to ride. He had a fairly large collection of cycling kits to wear, maybe a little too large and sometimes he thought maybe he enjoyed buying them and trying them on as much as the actual riding. Luke considered himself straight, in fact he had even dated, for a short while, one of the girls on his school swim team. The thing is, he had also liked two of the guys on the swim team as well, though had never done anything about these feelings other than let his mind, and his hands wander, when he laid in bed under the covers wearing just his dark blue Speedos . I guess if you held a gun to his head and made him choose he would admit to being bisexual.

Today he had slipped on his favourite kit. It was a black, long armed skinsuit made by Castelli, an all in one suit that had a tiny zip in the front that was pretty much invisible once done up. The effect was a suit that looked pretty much sprayed on and covered his body from his neck down to his thighs. The material had a wide black elasticated seam where it ended so that it clung to his legs and wrists. He finished it off with white cycling socks and shoes that clipped into his pedals. Safety being crucial, he also wore a red and white helmet with cycling sunglasses. He had, on a couple of thankfully rare occasions got a bit 'excited' on his rides, esp if he let his mind wander, and had allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the lycra clinging to his body a little too much and was glad on those rides that he hadn't had to get off his bike. The suit was called a skinsuit for a good reason, and he wouldn't have been able to hide the impressive bulge straining the material to anyone that he might have met. Luke was blessed with being not only good looking but well endowed as well.

Today, he was pleased was not one of those distracted days. Today was all about the ride. He was about 20 miles in and was pleased with his pace so far. He was concentrating on the hill that was about a mile up the road and was taking in some fluids from his drinking bottle. Dehydration was easy to achieve but also easy to avoid. He was aware of a vehicle that was closing in from behind but he was moving at a decent speed so wasn't too bothered about slowing the traffic. The road wasnt quite two lanes wide and had a number of bends but was about to straighten up just before the hill so Luke figured the car could pass him then. He raised out of his saddle and sped up, powering down on his pedals to build up speed. The vehicle behind was now just behind him and could overtake him before the hill. Luke always felt a little vulnerable when a vehicle was just behind, esp when he was out of the saddle as he was aware he must be giving the driver a great view of his butt. His Castelli skinsuit had small padding to stop him getting saddle sore but didn't leave much to the imagination. If he was truthful he would also admit to quite liking giving whoever was behind him a view of his bum in the lycra, and hoped that they might appreciate the view. For some reason the car didn't overtake him, and instead stayed just behind. Not too close to be threatening, but close enough to be stuck behind him now the hill had started. Not particularly concerned Luke powered on and really pressed down into his pedals.

Suddenly the crank arm on the left pedal snapped with a loud crack and Luke was very nearly thrown from his bike. Through more luck than skill he managed to control the bike and click his shoes out of the pedals and bring the bike to a somewhat unelegant stop. His heart was racing as he had just about saved himself from a potentially nasty accident.

"Are you ok mate?" said a voice from behind.

It was the driver of what Luke now saw to be the van that was driving behind him. The van had stopped and had it's hazard lights on.

" Yeah I'm fine thanks, just a bit shaken up" said Luke. The van driver had got out and was walking to Luke.

"You did really well not to come off your bike, you were moving at a good speed"

"More luck than skill but yeah, that was close.." replied Luke, .."I'm glad you weren't trying to overtake me when my bike broke, I could have been hit by you!"

" me too, luckily I was happy enjoying the view" the van driver answered.

Luke nodded as he was looking at his broken pedal and assumed the guy meant the rolling countryside . What Luke didn't notice was the van driver was staring at his lycra clad bodysuit as he had said that.

Luke then realised that in his haste to leave his apartment and enjoy the sun he had forgotten to put his mobile phone in the small pocket on the back of his suit. He was now stuck, with a broken bike and about 10 miles from home.

"Shit, I forgot my phone" Luke said "could I borrow yours to see if I can get a lift home from someone please?"

" Unfortunately the battery is flat on mine so it's just turned itself off" said the van driver

.." where are you heading, I can give you a lift if that's any use? My names Jack by the way, and I use to ride myself, so I know how frustrating it is to be stuck on the roadside"

"Erm ok, thanks. I'm Luke and I'm heading into the next town, I live near the bus station. Is that where your driving to?"

" It is yeah, looks like you've had a lucky escape and now a free ride home" said Jack smiling.

Luke did a quick assessment of the situation. He was indeed stuck here, with no phone and no way home. This Jack guy seemed ok. He was about his own Dad's age, about 50 or so and seemed to appreciate Luke's dilemma, apparently being an ex cyclist. He looked like he use to cycle too, he was tall like Luke and was trim. He obviously kept himself in good shape. Luke knew it wasn't ideal to get a lift from a stranger but this situation wasnt exactly ideal either. Take a lift or have a very very long walk home, and anyway this guy Jack seemed nice enough, not the usual pot bellied van driver that shouts abuse at Luke for being too slow and holding up the traffic.

"Well if it's no hassle, I'd really appreciate the lift" Luke said hopefully.

Jack walked to the side door of the van, slid it open and said

" There's room for your bike back here, but I'll let you put it in as I know how expensive those machines are!" Jack smiled a warm and sympathetic smile.

"Great!" Luke wheeled his broken bike to the side door and looked inside the van. It had a lots of boxes and very large padded envelopes inside stacked up. There was plenty of room for his bike and he lifted it up and into the van, the roof was not tall enough to stand up in so he stooped over as he manouvered his bike and lent it against the boxes. Jack stood at the doorway and watched Luke as he did so, Luke was again a little conscious that he was giving Jack a great view of his butt as he secured the bike in place, as he was having to bend over right in front of him to move some boxes.

.."are you a delivery guy Jack?" asked Luke as he looked at the boxes , one of which was torn and the contents were about to spill out.

" I am today, my usual driver is on holiday, and I've had to collect some new things I'm selling and have a few specialist deliveries for a clothing company to make" answered Jack.

Luke commented that one box was split and he lifted it to show Jack. As he did so he noticed that the contents seemed to be an arm of clothing made from Latex, a material that Luke had often daydreamed of wearing, being like the Lycra he was wearing right now but a little more...full on. Like so many guys his age, he had spent his fair time on the web looking at porn sites, and recently he seemed to be steering towards sites with guys and woman in exactly this material. He accidentally on purpose let more of the material fall out of the damaged box, in order to get a better view.

Jack noticed and seemed a little embarrassed. " Oh shit, sorry about that, yeah I'm delivering for a clothing company that specialises in Latex clothing. I've got a few boxes to deliver and then I'm done for the day. Sorry if that seems a little weird but I guess I cater in clothing for people into a certain look!" Jack laughed trying to move the conversation on.

" Fair enough" said Luke intrigued but noticing Jacks embarrassment. " Each to their own I guess!" With that Jack stacked the box onto the others, and sneaked a little touch of the material without Jack noticing and jumped out of the van " thanks so much for the lift" he repeated " it would have been a very long walk home" he was glad to shift the conversation away from the Latex as he feared getting distracted and letting his thoughts become obvious in his crotch area....

The next few miles of driving flew by for Luke. Jack turned out to be a really nice guy, quite funny in fact and the conversation really flowed. It turned out Jack was 52 years old and had lived near by for about 5 years, apparently he drives these roads quite a lot and said that he actually thinks he's seen Luke riding his bike before. Luke thought it must have looked quite odd really, Jack was a middle aged guy in jeans and a t shirt driving along chatting and laughing with a 22 year old lad dressed in a skintight lycra cycling suit. But the conversation was easy and he relaxed into the journey, grateful that the miles were speeding past and he was heading home.

" Listen, I hope you don't mind but I need to quickly swing by my home to get a couple of extra boxes I need to deliver " Jack said . "I will only need 10 minutes to load up and you can wait in the van while I do so if you want? "

"Erm, sure " said Luke. He probably should have been a little concerned by the sudden change of plans but Jack seemed like a really decent guy, and anyway he was more than twice Lukes age so he wasn't worried at all, Luke may not be overly muscular but he was fit and could look after himself.

" I could do with a grabbing a drink at yours if that's ok" said Luke wiping his forehead, the days getting warmer..

.." no problem mate. You do look really hot in your Lycra.." Jack replied, looking at Luke. It was weird but Luke was sure that as Jack said this he ever so briefly glanced down at his lycra clad crotch but he dismissed this as Jack just looking around as they chatted.

A few miles later and they turned off the road and drove down a very narrow single track road. It was a road that didn't look well used at all and went on for quite a while, eventually turning right and opening out onto a gravel driveway in front of what Luke assumed was Jack's house.

..."wow, nice house and quiet too" Luke commented.

"Thanks mate, yeah I love the fact that its in the middle of nowhere. Nobody ever bothers me here and that's fine with me"

The van came to a stop in front of the house and Jack jumped out, leaning through his open window saying " you can wait here if you like mate, I've gotta grab some things out the van and get some bits from the house, I'll get you that drink"

Luke really liked Jack's chilled attitude to life, having chatted non stop for the last 20 minutes or so and to be honest he had ever so slightly bonded with him in this unexpected meeting and felt very at ease in his company, feeling like they had known eachother for years rather than minutes and so said.." I'll give you a hand if you like?, I could do with getting out the hot van to be honest"

"Great! If you could grab that broken box from the back I'll open the garage door"

Luke jumped out of the van and realised how hot the day had become. He pulled the top of the skinsuit away from his chest as the sweat was making it stick to him a little and he stretched as he got out. He then went to the vans side door, grabbing the box with the Latex outfit inside and, glancing over his shoulder to check he was out of sight, did find himself touching the material whilst gently adjusting his cock through the lycra. He quickly realised that he'd better stop, otherwise his cock would start to grow inside his skinsuit and Jack would wonder what the hell was happening.

He shook his head to clear away any unwanted thoughts and took the box into the house through the opened from door. The house was really cool, nicely decorated but very male oriented. It appeared that Jack didn't have a women to help him decorate, or at least not one that won the arguments! The colours and finishes were very male biased but looked good. Luke liked the place a lot and wandered through to the kitchen and found Jack there. Jack appeared a little startled as Luke walked in and placed the broken box on the counter top. He had his back to Luke and was finishing making his drink, stirring it's contents as Jack walked in.

.." perfect timing mate" said Jack. " Here's your drink, I put ice in it as it's so hot today, hope that's ok?"

" That's great thank you" replied Luke, as he took a long swig on the ice cold drink. It was extremely refreshing and he was grateful for it. He was more dehydrated than he thought and pretty much necked the whole thing in one go.

Watching him with interest was Jack who was just sipping his drink. .."blimey, at this rate I'll be preparing you another one sooner than I expected" he said smiling.

Luke wiped his lips with his suit sleeve and placed the glass down next to the box, looking at the Latex sleeve sticking out.

.." I've noticed you looking at that a few times mate" said Jack.."you're very welcome to take it out and have a proper look. I need to repackage it now anyway"

.." I have to admit I am a little intrigued, would that be ok?" asked Luke

.." of course" Jack said "I didnt quite give the whole picture earlier, I actually own the company that sells these clothes and this is a new line I've just designed and collected from the warehouse. I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts on how it looks to be honest" admitted Jack.

.." oh ok, you never know" said Luke..." If I like it I may order something from the range " Luke was a little surprised he had said that. His Latex kink had been kept a firm secret up until now, but he realised that his heart was racing at the thought of checking it out. He opened the box and pulled out a long garment that turned out to be a full body suit! Very similar in fact to the racing suit he was wearing but a thicker material with a much larger zip going all the way from the neck down to the lower back. The arms were full length and so we're the legs. Luke was immediately drawn to what he was seeing and feeling. The material being shiny and flexible must be super tight on whoever wore it he thought. What was most striking was the smell coming from the clothing. Latex has a very defined smell and I guess it's either love it or hate it. Luke clearly loved it as he unconsciously raised the suit up to his face and took a deep sniff.

..."the smell right?" Said Jack. .." I have to admit I love the smell of Latex too. Always have"

.." it's fantastic! " replied Luke

" I'd be happy to sell you that if you like it that much Luke" said Jack.. "there's actually more things from that new range in another box. That particular outfit is a two box set. The other box is in my storeroom if you want I can get it and you can take a look?"

.."yes please! " blurted Luke, almost shouting with excitement.

As Jack left the room to fetch box No 2 Luke was amazed with himself for sounding so keen. He was very surprised he was making his feelings so obvious but his head was giddy with excitement. By the time Jack had returned with an even larger box Luke was aware, though seemingly unconcerned about the growing bulge in his skinsuit. He was so keen to see what was in the new box he didn't seem to mind the fact that he was now standing in a strangers kitchen, wearing nothing but a lycra skinsuit and sporting what, obvious to anyone looking, was a large boner.

.."there you go mate. Box two. Its much heavier than box one as it's full of accessories." said Jack winking at Luke as he placed the box down in the counter top. " Latex is a great material, if you have the right physique I've always thought" pondered Jack out loud..." much like the lycra you're wearing now Luke, if you have the right look then it's very flattering." Noticing Luke's not unsubstantial bulge in his suit Jack delivered the killer question...." I tell you what mate, this is actually such a new line for my clothing range I don't have any pictures to post to potential customers of how the clothes look being worn by someone.This might be a little cheeky but if you're interested in getting that whole set for free would you mind trying a few things on and letting me take a few simple pictures for my website? Most of my clients, but not all, are middle age guys and seeing these clothes being worn by a young guy with a physique like yours would definitely help my sales.Don't worry about showing your face as that range happens to include a mask that covers your whole head so no one would know who's wearing it"?

" Oh I don't think so" answered Luke .." that is a little weird., I'm flattered you think I could model for you though.." but something in his head was making him feel very uninhibited and he really did like the idea of trying these on. "maybe another time, how about I just buy this range ?"

.."of course mate, I totally get it. We've only just met and here I am asking you to squeeze into a full latex catsuit and pose for some photos " laughed Jack. " I guess it is a little weird. That set sells for £1000.00. I'm happy to accept credit cards."

.."fuck" replied Luke.." I had no idea it was that expensive. I cant afford anything like that.." he looked at the outfit in front of him and realised that he wasn't going to be buying it any time soon. Not for that sort of money. His was really feeling a little light headed now and was still sporting what seemed like an increasingly harder cock that was definitely throbbing harder than it ever had before.

.." I do like the idea of trying them on but it all feels a bit weird, I mean we only met by chance a couple of hours ago. What sort of photos do you need for your website...?" inquired Luke

.."oh only a few of you in the suit" replied Jack "then a few with the accessories on as well I suppose. I've got a small studio here that I've used in the past. All very straightforward, just showing potential customers how the clothes look from in front and behind...but I get it Luke, it's just a shame cos your a good looking lad and would model the range well I'm sure..." Jack said reflectively.

Luke had slightly fazed out of concentration for just a moment, and found himself coming back into focus mentally..." How many photos would you need? If it's just a couple and you can't see my face, then I guess being paid in a Latex suit is interesting....ok, let's do it but can I look at the photos before you post them, just to make sute I'm happy with them..?"

.."sure thing! That's great" exclaimed Jack. " I'll show you all the photos before I post them!."

End of Part 1

Waiting For The Roommate

Max sat in the passenger seat of his roommate's truck, waiting for Buck, who needed to quickly come back to their dorm room. As he waited he took off his tank top, it was fuckin' hot inside. He rolled down the window to get some fresh inside the car.

As he stuck his head out the window to breathe in some fresh air he saw some nerd approach him. He was wearing a dark brown button-down shirt and had a stack of papers in his hand.

"Max, is that you?" The nerd asked, looking at him. A smile appeared on his face.

"uhhhhhhhh... dude, do i know ya?" He asked, convincing himself not to call the guy a loser or a nerd. Coach said he had to get better at dealing with strangers.

"Max, it's me - Michael. We went to high school together!" The other guy replied, clearly convinced that they knew each other. High school? Max's head was covered with a fog, he couldn't conjure up any specific memories from high school.

"you sure bro?"

"Damn, Max, we had like half our classes together!" The nerd was getting a bit frustrated for some reason. "We talked about going to the same uni, and so much more! And now you say you don't know me?"

Max tried to focus. High school, friends, classes, college. It felt like his brain was fighting against him, a thick fog covering everything. His thoughts began turning towards his next workout. Damn, he'll be doing arms and chest. Yea-- Holy shit, he knew that guy!

"oh fuck, mike, yeah, of course, how are you brah?" Max extended his hand for Mike to bump, but he just awkwardly looked at it. Max ignored it.

"Oh my god, for a moment I thought you weren't joking" A half-hearted laugh escaped Mike's mouth. Max just grinned. "I'm fine, settled into college life. Found a study group--" Mike continued talking but Max didn't register another word. He was this guy's good bro - apparently - but that didn't mean he would be able to tolerate that nerd bullshit. He was made for different things than studying - like workin' out with his best bro Buck.

"Anyway" Mike looked straight at Max, whose attention came back. "How was your first year. You look... like a different person!"

"what you mean bruh?" Max asked. What did that ner-- what did Mike mean? Different? He was always a badass jock.

"I mean, you're jacked! In high school you hated gym class, and here you are, buff and all."

"dude, am like, ya know, a real bro, dude. gotta be jacked as hell" He responded and flexed his right arm, his biceps moving and bulging under his skin.

"I mean, that's quite the change. Like, we kinda lost contact after the summer, and you didn't give any sign of life, and I thought... but you're here!" Mike was clearly excited and Max smiled. Wait, what was this dude's deal? He was textin' and talkin' with a nerd like that? Nah, this didn't make sense... where the fuck was Buck where he needed him!

"huhuhuhuhuhuh, yeah bruh" Max just chuckled like the dumb jock he was, he didn't know what to say. He shifted in his seat and scratched his armpit.

"Anyway" Mike went on "how was your first year in college? Were you able to get into that engineering program you've talked about?"

Engineeri-- what? "huhuhuh bro, are you high dude, i ain't here for some weird soundin' shit like that bro. am here to get drunk, work out and crush State, fuck yeah duhuhuhuh." Oh yeah, Max remembered the last game they played, State's lame ass defence couldn't stop the brute force of their offensive line. And the look on their faces when their WR1 tore a muscle in his leg... fuckin' priceless dude!

Mike was clearly not prepared for that answer, which Max found weird, cause he thought his jacked bod was proof enough that he wasn't a stupid nerd.

"Wait, so..." He was clearly confused "if you're not doing engineering then what is your major?"

"major?" Max had no idea what that guy meant... Major... what was a major... Coach talked to him about something like that... It was something along the lines of... "uhhhhh, general ed? dunno bro, never really been a guy to focus on shit."

"What, general education?" Mike seemed shocked. "But, like... I don't understand, Max, you... You said you wanted that, so that you could do a PhD... Why did you change your mind... Like, really, why did you change so much?!"

All that talk 'bout changes made Max's head spin a little bit. Like, what changes? He's been a fuckin' bro since he came here, got a room with Buck, cause before that-- his brain again began filling with fog, his thoughts slowing down to a halt, but not before he blurted out a response.

"duuuuude, like, bro, ive been a real bruh, like, forever dude, duuuuuuuh, like i got my bro Buck, and he got me to Coach, and uhhhhhhhhh, ya know, he worked on me and huhuhuh--" and his mind went blank, a dumb grin stuck on his face.

"What do you mean? A coach 'worked on' you? That sounds... concerning, you know that, right?" Mike adjusted his glasses and looked at Max, clearly concerned.

But Max... Max's brain had shut off. He was sitting in the passenger seat of his best bro Buck's truck, chuckling like a dumb idiot and drooling slightly.

"duhuhuhuhuhuh, duuuude... fuckin' hot today brah, gotta get that pump huhuhuhuh" He flexed his arm and touched his bulging biceps.

"Jesus, did they do something to you? Did you have some traumatic head injury?" Mike leaned on the car, looking inside the vehicle to see what was happening with Max. "God, did they brainwash you? You're a completely different person... and a dumb jock!"

It took a while for Max's fog-covered brain to register what the nerd said. And before he even began formulating a response Buck approached the car.

Buck was wearing a loose tank top that revealed his broad shoulders and giant guns, while also showing off his chest. His shorts, like second skin on his thick thighs, left nothing to imagination with his bulge clearly visible. He was a jock. An alpha. Max's best bro.

"duuude, ya won't believe the chick i saw while gettin' out of the dorm--" He started speaking as he opened the door on the driver's side, but then he noticed Mike standing by Max's window. "ey bruh, who's that loser?"

"huh?" Max turned to Buck, his grin disappearing and his his brow now furrowed. "i... dunno, bro..."

Buck and Mike looked at each other for a moment, the first one annoyed, the second slightly terrified.

"get away from the car" Buck barked as he sad down in front of the steering wheel.

"Wait, please, just a moment, you know what happened to Max? Pleas i just want to--"

"Go away, you fuckin' nerd" was the response Mike got. He took a step away from the car but didn't go away. Meanwhile Max realized what was happening. Some nerd was disturbing them and not listening to Buck's commands. And that wasn't the right thing to do. He turned his head to face the nerd.

"why you starin' at me, nerd" Max growled. His mind, completely covered by the fog, was now following Buck's lead. And Buck didn't like the nerd. So Max didn't like the nerd.

"Max, what... what happened?" Terror shifted into confusion as Mike tried to comprehend Max's sudden change in mood.

"oh, just fuck off, loser" Max responded and Buck took that as a sign. He turned the engine on and drove away, leaving Michael alone in the parking lot.

"uhhhhhh, do we know this guy?" Max asked a few minutes later. "that nerd form before?"

"nah, bro, of course not. we're real jocks, we're not gonna fraternize with fuckin' losers." Buck let our a low and dumb laugh. "by the way, tomorrow we're gonna get ya to Coach for a check up, just in case"