A cocky frat boy picks up a twink at the gym

I had been at the gym for an hour, and I had worked my way up to 200 lbs on the bench. I was feeling pretty good today and I felt like I still had more in the tank to raise the weights even further. My muscles were starting to bulge, the way I like it when I work out, and I was looking at myself in the mirror while lifting. Good thing I was wearing a tank top today!

That’s when the guy showed up in the weight room. He was a little twink. He couldn’t have been more than 5’5” or 5’6” and 130 lbs soaking wet, which means I had 7 inches and 70 pounds on him. I think I had seen him before at the gym but it was hard to tell because so many people go to my gym. But he normally just ran on the treadmill. I had never seen him in the weight room. He was clearly an odd duck in the middle of all the big beefy guys like me.

I’m normally not into twinks. I prefer guys my size. And I have this thing for bearded guys with chest hair. But there was something about him that was really attractive, almost mesmerizing. He radiated a weird kind of energy. He had a constant smile on his face and looked all-around happy with life. He kind of looked like Justin Bieber. But not today’s Justin Bieber, with spiky hair, tatts everywhere, and that ridiculous mustache. I bet this guy couldn’t grow a mustache any more than Justin Bieber could, but at least, he knew better than trying to. No, he looked more like early Justin Bieber, his brown hair falling on his forehead, almost covering his green eyes. I found myself drawn to him.

He started by grabbing light free weights to warm up and eventually made his way to one of the empty benches, where he started bench pressing with two 30-lb weights. 60 lbs total wasn’t even a third of what I was benching. This gave me motivation to raise my weights further, and I added a 10-lb weight on each side of my bar.

When I use 30-lb free weights, it’s usually to work out specific muscle groups. I haven’t used those kinds of weights for my base workout since I was 14 or so. I was trying not to grunt too much while lifting my 220 lbs, but still made enough noise that he would notice me. I caught him smiling at me when I secured the bar to the hooks after one of my sets.

He eventually made his way to a weight machine and started to do triceps rope pulldowns. After watching him for a couple of reps, I walked to the machine to give him some advice.

‘Try to keep your upper arms still along your body and only move your forearms’ I told him. ‘Let me show you’ I added.

He moved to the side, and I took his position to show him how it’s done the right way. He had selected 50-lbs of weight, which was so much less than when I do it. I banged the weights on top of the machine on my first rep, as I was caught by surprise by how little resistance these light weights provided. But once I got the gist of it, I was able to do the pulldowns the right way and show him how it’s supposed to be done. He thanked me for the tip, and I went back to my bench. I gave him a thumbs up when he got back to his exercise the proper way. I hope I didn’t come across as a complete douche bag. I was genuinely trying to be of assistance.

I couldn’t help but watch him in-between my sets. He was a complete enigma. He was small and frail compared to me, but his skinny arms were still bulging while he was lifting. He was a 130-lb twink who walked into a room full of beefcakes, but he didn’t seem intimidated at all, quite the opposite. He displayed tons of confidence, like he owned the room. As a textbook twink, he seemed to be completely hairless, aside from a nascent 5-o’clock goatee on his chin. But it turns out he had that super deep baritone voice when he thanked me. Such a deep voice didn’t match his skinny body at all. It kind of reminded me of when you talk on the phone to someone you’ve never met in person, and you form a mental image of what they might look like, based on their voice. And when you meet them for the first time, they never look like the mental image you had. With this guy, there is no way I could have pictured that little body, given how deep his voice was.

I don’t have much of a gaydar, but I was clearly getting vibes from him, tons of vibes! There was no way he was straight, and he was visibly flirty with me. He must have sensed that I was into dudes too. I never realized I was sending vibes as well, but I guess I must have. Even though I’m not into twinks, the dick in my gym shorts was reacting to his flirting, and I was trying hard to fight a nascent hardon. The last thing I wanted was to tent my gym shorts in a weight room full of straight jocks.

After a few more minutes, he was done lifting and went down to the locker room. If it wasn’t for him, I probably would have stayed another 15 minutes, but I really wanted to follow him to the locker room. When I got there, the guy was already naked and, here again, he surprised me. The little guy was packing! And not just because his cock looked big in comparison to his skinny body. He was like a little horse. Or in his case, more like a little unicorn, haha! He had a big piece of meat hanging in-between his twinky legs. I had to admit his cock was thicker than mine. Fuck! And underneath his cock was a big pair of balls, probably the size of eggs at the farmers’ market. His balls were probably twice the size of mine. And even though they weren’t hanging too low, they were definitely hanging lower than mine, which is not saying much, since my balls have always been close to my body, unless I spend an hour at the steam room, and they eventually loosen up.

I also noticed his dick and balls were a darker shade than the rest of his body. They were a brownish purple color, while the rest of his body was so pale. He just had a small patch of pubic hair above the base of his dick. He obviously did some landscaping, but probably didn’t have much to landscape to begin with. Aside from his short pubes, the rest of his body was completely smooth, except for a little bit of hair in his armpits, but nowhere close to the guys I like to watch on pit perv hashtags on Instagram. He must have been less than 5% body fat. And even though he didn’t have a 6-pack like me, his stomach was still completely flat, and you could make out the outline of his abs underneath his white skin.

Throughout high school and now college, I always thought I had a big dick. Isn’t 8 inches way longer than average? And chicks always complimented me on my length. But when I started fooling around with dudes, I realized that I just had a long skinny dick. While I have not yet met a guy who could match my 8 inches, both guys I’ve been with so far have been thicker than me, including John, an Asian frat house bro. This has been quite humbling for me, obviously! But not to the point that I would feel self-conscious about my dick size and become shy walking around naked in the locker room.

I stripped down, and we were now both naked next to each other. My flaccid dick was nowhere close to being as thick as his flaccid dick, but it was a bit longer. He took a quick glance at my package and smiled a little, as if he liked what he saw. As he made his way to the showers, I noticed he had a nice V-shaped back, not so much because his shoulders were broad, but more because his waist was so slim, 28” at most, maybe even 26”. And he had a tight little ass I’d love to ride for a test drive. He picked the stall right in the middle and I picked the one right next to his on the left.

While showering, I couldn’t help but think about him, his little twinky body, his confidence, his smile, his unicorn cock. And I started to get hard. And I’m not talking a half-mast chub. I’m talking of full-on hardon. I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet it would be to have this little twink dangle at the end of my 8-incher. I was wondering if the tip of my dick would even poke out of his mouth on the other end, since he was so short. And I was also wondering how much I’d be able to make him whimper, and whether he’d be moaning with his deep baritone voice, or whether I’d be able to make him my bitch and raise his voice a few octaves. I bet he could take a dick, given how confident he was!

I heard him turn off the water, open the shower curtain, and walk back to the lockers. I was so hard that there was no way I’d be able to tame the beast anytime soon. So, I decided to wrap the towel around my waist and walked out of the shower like that. Since I have a nice dick, I normally walk around naked in the locker room. It felt weird to have a towel around my waist. And I didn’t want him to think I was intimidated by his big schlong.

‘Sorry dude, but I have a raging hardon’ I admitted to him. ‘It happens sometimes after I work out and my blood is pumping’ I added.

‘That’s OK’ he responded with a smile.

Thank God we were the only two guys in the locker room. I turned around before dropping my towel and showed him my ass instead of showing him my dick. And I quickly put my boxer briefs on, trying to conceal my boner the best I could. But because of my 8 inches, the tip of my dick was poking on the side of my hip, and my hardon was fully visible in my boxer briefs. Meanwhile he was taking his sweet time, with his big dick hanging in-between his twinky legs. He eventually put on a pair of briefs. They were Andrew Christian briefs, with the pouch in front that made his dick look even bigger than it already was. He then put on a pair of super skinny jeans and his bulge was poking out in front of his tight jeans.

‘Do you have time to grab a coffee?’ he asked me, once we were both dressed.

‘Sure’ I replied. ‘Do you even have a name?’ I joked.

‘I’m Drew’ he replied with a smile.

‘Zach’ I replied back.

We walked to the coffee shop just a couple of blocks from the gym. I ordered a small coffee, and he ordered a chai latte. We grabbed a table and started to chat. That’s how I found out that he was no longer a student. He was actually 23, meaning two years older than me. I would never have guessed in a million years since he had the babyface of a 12-year-old. He had just graduated from engineering school in the spring and was now working for one of the start-ups at the university incubator. Something to do with solar generation. And he had decided to stay on campus because he liked the campus atmosphere.

‘Do you want to go to my place?’ he asked once we were done with our coffee. ‘I only live a couple of blocks from here’.

‘Sure’ I responded.

Drew was living in one of the high-rises, right on the edge of campus. I always thought those buildings were for students only. But apparently not since he was still living there after graduation. His one-bedroom was on one of the higher floors, and he had a great view of campus from his living room window. But I didn’t get much time to admire the view, because as soon as he closed the door behind me, he pulled down my gym shorts and went right after my dick. I had remained hard the whole time and leaking precum all throughout coffee. My underwear was a mess. He smiled, while looking at the gooey stain on the side of my boxer briefs.

‘Natural lube’ I joked. ‘It makes my entry easier’.

He smiled back, grabbed the base of my cock with his left hand and brought his lips to the tip of my dick. And he started going to town on my pole. Fuck! This guy wasted no time!

‘Oh yeah! Suck my dick!’ I ordered, looking down at him while he looked up at me, my dick in his mouth.

I pulled up my tank top, exposing my muscular pecs, and I put my hands on the back of my head, exposing my hairy armpits and flexing my biceps for him. The guy knew what he was doing. He was sucking the top half of my dick, while jerking the base with his left hand and playing with my balls with his right hand. It felt amazing! No girl was ever able to figure out how to service my cock the way Drew was.

I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up, while he raised his arms, letting go of my cock for just a couple of seconds, before going right back at it. Once his T-shirt was off, I was on top of the world, puffing my big chest, while this little twink was on his knees, sucking my 8-inch cock. I lowered my gym shorts with my feet and kicked them to the side, while he was still sucking my dick. He then started to unbuckle his belt with his left hand, while he still had his right hand on the base of my dick and was still blowing me at the same time. He then lowered his pants and briefs, exposing his hard dick.

‘Wow! You’re pretty hung for such a small guy’ I said.

‘Yeah, I get that a lot’ he replied. ‘Let’s go to bed’ he added.

I laid on his bed, on my side, and he started sucking my dick again, putting himself in a 69 position. And I grabbed his dick and started sucking him as well. I had done loads of 69’s with girls before. But it was actually my first time with another dude. And it felt great! The stimulation of his lips on my dick and his fingers on my balls while I was sucking his big fat schlong felt amazing! His cock felt so warm in my mouth. It felt strong! It felt manly! It felt dominant! I had to stretch my jaw to take him all. Although he was busy pleasuring my cock, Drew was still able to multitask and swing his hip ever so slightly, kind of fucking my mouth. A subtle move I was unable to match as expertly.

It sucked feeling like a newbie. I have boned dozens of chicks in my life. Usually, I was the one teaching them new tricks, turning them into begging whores, forcing them to do for me things they never thought they would ever do. But Drew was only the third guy I had been with. I didn’t know what I was doing, and he was the one teaching me new tricks.

I was enjoying myself when I felt his finger on my back door. I almost jumped when I felt it, because it took me by surprise more than anything else. But the tip of his finger at my ring was yet another stimulation that just felt great. And very quickly he started pushing in, while still sucking my dick, and me sucking his. I started moaning a little, overwhelmed by all these amazing sensations all at once. I had been repressing my feelings for dudes for all these years. And I was now on some kind of a crash course to catch up on all the lost time. While we were still going at each other’s dick, his middle fingers started to go deeper and deeper inside my hole, and eventually found my G-spot. I let out a big moan when he found it.

‘Dude, you’re gonna make me blow!’ I said, letting go of his dick for a second.

‘Not yet!’ he responded.

He then switched position and came on top of me. And we started making out. It kind of caught me by surprise. But the guy knew how to kiss. And very quickly, my tongue movement started matching his. I actually realized it was my first time properly kissing a dude. With Brandon, the Italian stud who popped my cherry, it was rough sex from the get-go: me face down ass up, him pressing on my shoulder blades to keep my face buried in the pillows. There was no time for any romantic move. And with John in the frat house, he basically raped me when he blackmailed me into getting pounded by him. And then, I raped him back after I came out, to teach him a lesson. No intimacy there either. But with Drew here, it was my first time having a romantic kiss with a guy. It felt so different from kissing a girl. It was a lot rougher: tongue against tongue, almost like a wrestling match. No girl would ever kiss roughly like that. It was mind-blowing!

But it felt weird having this little twink on top of me, his body lodged in-between my spread-eagle legs, his cock pressing on top of mine. I’m just used to the top being… on top and the bottom being… on the bottom. Duh! But I’ve had chicks ride my cock before, cowgirl style, so it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary to be laying on my back with him on top of me.

While we were still making out, our two cocks rubbing against each other, Drew grabbed them both and started jerking them together. His little hand could barely hold them both and he couldn’t fully wrap his fingers around them, not even close. My dickhead was sticking out a little bit passed his. But his cock felt so much meatier than mine. Then, Drew extended his left hand to his bedstand while still holding our two cocks together, and he opened the drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. His twinky hole was getting hungry and craving for my cock.

Drew went back to kissing me while I heard him pop the lid of the bottle and he started pouring some lube on his fingers and then started lubing his pole up.

‘Wait! What?!?!?’ I thought to myself.

And before I even had time to realize what was going on, I felt the tip of his lubed-up dick knocking on my (back)door. He must have seen the look of shock in my eyes.

‘Stop the bullshit’ he said. ‘You know that’s what you want!’

And he was right. Two times in my life had I experienced the amazing feeling of another guy’s dick forcing its way down my passage, filling me up, and hammering that magic spot inside me. And I wanted to experience that feeling again. I wanted to feel his big schlong inside my hole. But it felt so wrong at the same time. I’m a 200-lb muscle jock. He’s 130-lb little twink. How could he think he was the one who was going to fuck me?

But I was just paralyzed by how brazen he was. Never in a million years did I expect that he would even try to pull something like this. I thought it was understood by the both of us that I would be the one splitting him in half. Wasn’t it the obvious combo? But I didn’t have time to procrastinate for very long. He grabbed my ankles and raised my feet up in the air, and the head of his dick started pressing on my exposed rosebud.

‘Come on! Spread those jock legs for me’ he ordered.

He let go of my legs, which were now floating in the air on their own, and he brought his fingers to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to expose my pucker even further. He let a big glob of his spit fall on my hole, scattering it around with his fingers, and he started pressing again, more forcefully, until the tip of his dick popped in.

‘Fuck, it hurts’ I pleaded. ‘Slow down!’

‘Come on, big guy! he responded. ‘Don’t be a pussy about it! Take it like a man!’

And he pushed further, forcing another couple of inches in. Drew’s dick was not as thick as Brandon’s. Brandon’s schlong was as thick as a Red Bull can. Drew’s was a bit smaller. But it was still pretty thick, nonetheless. And it still hurt like hell when he forced his way past my tight entrance. But he kept pushing through. It felt so weird to have my ring being stretched by his massive cock. And little by little, he started filling me up, until all his inches were inside me, my inner walls now enveloping his girth, and his short pubes tickling my taint.

I probably looked like a deer in the headlight, not fully realizing what was going on and how we got to that point so quickly. Drew was looking at my confused face with a devious stare in his eyes. And he was biting his lower lip, while watching me struggle. It now dawned on me that this was probably not his first time luring a big jock in. Letting the other guy believe Drew was gonna bottom for him, but then turning the table on him. I was being used! By a little twink! Fuck!

Drew smiled at me for a few moments, giving my ring time to adjust to his massive girth. And he started fucking me. It hurt like hell at the beginning. No amount of lube could have eased the entry of his big fat schlong inside my inexperienced hole. His was only the third dick to ever penetrate me. I was still a bottom-in-training after all. The feeling of his monster, forcing my tunnel to expand to his dimensions, was still new to me. But the feeling of his cock filling me in, punishing my G-spot with every stroke, the feeling of my whole 200 lbs shaking under the assault of his little body felt incredible. It must have been a power trip for him, pounding a big muscle jock twice his size. And it turned me on too, just thinking I was probably rocking his world just as much as he was rocking mine.

How could such a little twink have such a big dick, exude so much confidence, take charge like he did, fold me in half, fill me to the hilt, and bring so much joy to my boycunt? He had the build of the cheerleaders I used to fuck, back in high school, but he still displayed the big dick energy of a dominant top. On the one hand, I was ashamed that I had a little twink like him, fucking me up the ass. But strangely enough, it was also a huge turn on, submitting to a guy half my size.

Until recently, my 8-incher had always been what defined me as a guy. My dick was the tool that allowed me to bring my partners to the brink of ecstasy, the extension of my dominant persona. But here, my dick was just flapping around, under his assault, like a roadside inflatable tube man waving in the wind at a car dealership: Three grand off MSRP! Come on in! My dick was now a completely useless piece of meat, serving no other purpose than making noise when banging against my 6-pack, under the attacks of his bigger cock.

Feeling Drew’s horse cock widening my hole and hammering my magic button provided an incredible sensation that I was only experiencing for the third time in my life. But it wasn’t just that, not just the physical stimulation. It was way more than that. Knowing that another guy was inside me, his crowbar breaking into my most intimate vault, our two bodies merged together. Him being in charge, and me forced to incur his pounding.

At one point, he grabbed my phone out of the pocket of my gym shorts, waved it in front of my face to unlock it, and started filming. He zoomed in on my hole being enlarged by his big fat schlong sliding in and out. It would give me something to beat off to for months to come.

Drew’s pounding became more intense. The guy knew how to use his fat cock. He was sending shockwaves throughout my body, fucking with my brain, and bringing my precum pump into overdrive. I wasn’t gonna last much longer at this rate. Drew must have noticed. Once he got me to where he wanted me, he grabbed my cock and started jerking me. And within ten strokes, I felt my juice churn inside my balls.

‘Dude, I’m gonna shoot!’ I yelled.

‘Yeah! Shoot for me! Drew bragged. ‘Big muscle jock getting off on my cock!’

And as soon as he was done pronouncing these words, all I could say was: ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my Ggaaauuugghhrrrr!!!’

And a bullet shot out of my long rifle, crashing into my chin puff. I had been leaking so much precum in the last hour and my manjuice was so diluted that my jizz started dripping down my stubble and onto my neck, like chocolate sauce on an ice cream sundae in a Dairy Queen commercial.

And quickly, a second rope shot out of my cock, and landed on my neck, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth one, all landing on my chest and my stomach. And I was moaning from all this pleasuring, unable to control myself, overwhelmed by all the simultaneous sensations, and knowing it was a little twink who had taken full control of my senses. And Drew was moaning as well, biting his lower lip, clearly enjoying the power he had over me right now.

‘Now, get ready for MY spunk!’ Drew declared, once I was done shooting.

And I felt his cock swell inside my hole, and he started blasting his seeds inside my ass, letting out his own spunk. I felt his monster cock throb inside my ass, probably a dozen times, as he emptied his egg-sized balls in my bowels. And now, cum was dripping out of my ass and onto my upper thighs. As it turns out, he did not whimper like a little bitch. Instead, he let out a deep, masculine moan as he was creaming my pie with his semen.

After he was done seeding me, Drew pulled out. And my hole went from completely full to completely empty. It was such a strange feeling! I felt like something was missing, like I was no longer whole. And as he pulled out, more of his twinky juice dripped out of my hole and onto my upper thighs and his bed cover.

‘Man, I love fucking big muscle boys!’ he raved. ‘They sure know how to take a pounding!’ he continued, adding insult to injury.

It took me five years to come to terms with the fact I liked dudes. And now I had to come to terms with the fact I liked being dominated by dudes, big or small. I don’t think I was ready for that yet. A 200-lb muscle jock being split in half by a 130-lb twink, and liking it too! It was a lot to process. Having his big schlong up my ass felt so amazing but it felt so wrong at the same time. I could have flipped this guy around anytime I wanted, overpowering him, and making him submit to me. But I never wanted to. Fuck! It’s like I was under his spell, craving for his cock inside me, craving for submission.

I bet Drew did that on a regular basis, taking advantage of jocks like me. I was probably just one more of his trophies, like a hunter mounting buck heads on the walls of his wood cabin. I bet he had his whole routine worked out, preying on unsuspecting jocks like me. And I fell for it. I felt so stupid right now, that I had been so naïve, that I had been taken advantage of, and that I never saw it coming.

Drew handed me a towel, to wipe the spunk off my chin puff and my chest. His fat cock still at half mast, proud of the mission accomplished.

‘Do you do this often?’ I asked, after he was done unmounting me.

‘Let’s say: occasionally’ he said, with a grin on his face.

‘And do you ever bottom?’ I asked.

‘Nah!’ he said, ‘I’m always the dominant one’.

‘I’m normally the dominant one too’ I tried to object.

‘Maybe on the surface’ he rebutted. ‘But deep down, you’re craving for cock. I knew you’d be easy to flip the minute I saw you’.

Ouch! I didn’t have a comeback for that.

The expression ‘walk of shame’ never felt so appropriate, as I made my way back to the frat house. I’d have to come up with some kind of excuse if one of my bros ever asked me what I had been up to. What was I gonna tell them? ‘Oh yeah, I just got fucked up the ass by a little twink!?!?!’

I normally can eat an elephant when I come back from the gym. But today I had zero appetite. I just fixed myself a bowl of Ramen noodles, just so that I wouldn’t go to bed on an empty stomach. And I went straight to my room. Luckily, my roommate was not here when I got home. I just threw my gym bag on the floor, and lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

What was happening to me? Jesus fucking Christ!

And I just fell asleep on my bed, in my gym shorts and my tank top, with twinky juice deep inside my bowels, a sore ass, and dry cum on my thighs.

(Although this is a new story, the cocky frat boy character is not new. If you want to learn more about Zach and his background, Chapter 2 of 'A cocky frat boy is hiding a secret... no more' will give you the best description of who he is and where he's coming from).