I had breakfast in the living room around 7:30. The coffee machine was still warm (probably Julien’s doing). He was almost always the first one awake before classes. Seriously, that guy never seemed to stop moving!
Adrien was still asleep. His bedroom door hadn’t opened since last night.
Honestly, the whole situation was starting to worry me more and more. The way he’d been acting these past few days really bothered me, especially since the other two didn’t seem all that concerned. Julien had already told me this happened sometimes: Adrien shutting himself away whenever things weren’t going well.
Fine. I could understand that. But not like this. It felt more like he was punishing himself. Or worse.
The one I’d actually hoped to see this morning was the third beast in the apartment: Greg, aka Big G. Luckily, I heard movement coming from his room while I was drinking my coffee. Judging by the noises, he was probably doing exercises in there.
That made me realize something: I’d never seen Greg’s room. Ever.
Unlike the other two bedrooms, which I was starting to know pretty well, the giant rugby player guarded his room like a fortress. Except when he brought girls home, apparently. Did he think of it as some sacred temple nobody else was allowed near?
Or worse… was it secretly some kind of BDSM dungeon?
Honestly, who knew? I wonder if the two others ever tried to open his door.
I’d just started on my first slice of toast with honey when I nearly jumped at the sound of his door swinging open. Greg seriously had no awareness of how much noise he made. He stepped out wearing his usual gym clothes, lightly sweaty already:
“Yo.”
“Hey,” I answered, my morning voice still rough. “Sleep okay?”
“Yep. You?”
“Mm. More or less.”
Our tiny morning conversation ended with Greg walking right past me, his massive hips swaying casually a few inches from my face.
Did he even realize how huge his ass and thighs were?
Honestly, his butt alone was probably bigger than some of the girls I’d dated. And to balance it all out, there was the very obvious bulge hanging heavily beneath his gym shorts, barely restrained by the fabric. Every step also made his pecs bounce slightly. With their size, they almost looked feminine from certain angles. It was weirdly mesmerizing.
I let him continue into the kitchen while I secretly watched from the couch. The giant grabbed a leaf of cabbage from the fridge, some kind of strange juice, and a bowl full of seeds (or maybe cereal?). Honestly, I still didn’t understand his diet. It was full of weird health-food stuff.
“Greg.”
“Yeah?”
“I wanted your opinion on something.”
When he didn’t answer right away, I thought he hadn’t heard me. Then he impatiently started opening and closing cabinets.
“I’m listening.”
“Uh… Adrien’s kind of worrying me lately. I feel like he’s wrecking his health. He barely goes out anymore, he’s drinking more, and… honestly he just seems miserable.”
Greg finally finished gathering ingredients and started throwing everything into a pan with two huge eggs.
Then he sighed:
“I know.”
There was something resigned about the way he said it.
“So what do you think?” I pushed gently, sensing he wasn’t exactly eager for this kind of conversation. “We can talk later if you want, but I’m scared he’s gonna do something stupid.”
“I already tried,” Greg said. “Tried shaking him out of it, I mean. Adrien’s emotional as hell. He’d just broken up with Célia, remember.”
Célia.
So that was her name.
Finally.
“Hm. Yeah I get that. But, he seems even worse than when I arrived?”
“Maybe. I dunno anymore. Thought he would enjoy you being around. Some new face in the flat.”
“Yeah… kind of like a… replacement.”
Sometimes it still felt like another person lingered inside Adrien’s room. Like she hadn’t fully left.
“So let him process it,” Greg continued. “I know you care about him. He really likes you. Told me."
Fuck...
Really?
"Adrien gets attached to girls really hard. His breakup before Célia was a whole damn tragedy too. And eventually he got over it.”
I stayed quiet.
Something inside me refused to believe the explanation was that simple… but then again, they knew him better than I did.
Greg turned off the stove and came over to sit beside me on the couch, making the cushions dip hard beneath his weight. He set down an absurdly huge bowl overflowing with colorful food.
“Enjoy,” I said, looking at the difference between his mountain of breakfast and my sad little toast slices. “Seriously, your breakfasts always look amazing.”
“Not my idea,” he replied. “Nutritionist’s plan. Probably helps.”
“Oh.”
The little bits I learned about Greg only made him more interesting. So he followed an actual program? Maybe that was some serious rugby-player thing. Honestly, I didn’t even really know what tomorrow’s match would look like. I’d never seen rugby live before. But I could feel tension in him already: Greg looked intensely focused.
“You feeling ready for tomorrow?” I asked, shifting the conversation toward him.
He sighed again:
“We’ll see. The guys are more confident than I am.”
Between sentences, he shoveled huge bites into his mouth like he was starving.
“Who are you playing against?”
“A club from Nantes. Gonna be brutal. They fight hard, and they’ve got some absolute monsters.”
The way he devoured his food was honestly impressive.
“I’m sure you’ll crush them.”
That made one of his eyebrows rise slightly.
“I can’t wait to see you on the field,” I added.
And this time both corners of his mouth lifted together.
A real smile.
He took another bite before casually placing a hand against my back.
“You really mean that?”
“Yeah.”
Something lit up in his eyes. Something genuinely warm, like he was sincerely grateful.
His hand scratched lightly between my shoulders, sending little tingles through me.
Then he stood back up, now carrying the empty bowl.
“Can’t waste time.”
“Leave the dishes. I’ll do them,” I called from the couch.
“Thanks.”
Greg stepped closer to me again until the heavy outline beneath his shorts hovered just inches from my mouth. I could clearly make out the shape of his thick balls through the fabric too.
“You got time tonight?”
He grabbed himself through his shorts.
“I’m tense with the match coming up.”
Oh fuck.
“I can see that,” I said with a grin, watching him visibly harden.
Curious, I reached a hand toward his crotch and grabbed him through the fabric.
Jesus, he was hot.
Already damp too.
“Pretty tense, huh?” I murmured, slowly rubbing him.
“Yep.”
“Tonight then?”
My hand slid lower.
“Yep.”
“Here?”
I started gently kneading his heavy balls through the shorts.
“In your room.”
“Okay.”
He sighed, his grin widening.
“Seven?”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
The strangely mechanical conversation ended there. Greg reluctantly pulled himself away from my hand and stepped back. He slipped one hand under his black tank top, scratching lightly at his hairy chest before turning away.
“I’m out,” he called while heading back toward his room.
“See ya.”
“The transition between late Republican institutions and early Imperial administration will be central to the November test. So don’t sleep on that part of the program, it’s crucial.”
I tried to focus. Really, I did.
Our professor was pacing slowly in front of the amphitheater screen, one hand behind his back while the other pointed at a map of the Mediterranean world. Something about taxation systems. Or military reforms. Or both. My notes had become a bit better with time, but it was so hard to catch everything, most professors where very hard to follow.
“Local elites progressively integrated themselves into Roman structures of power…”
My phone buzzed against my thigh.
I ignored it.
Then it buzzed again.
And again.
For fuck’s sake. Leave me alone.
Trying not to attract attention, I slid the phone out beneath the table to look at some of the new posts on our group chat. Could be important.
BigG: Claiming Steph tonight.
Need stretching session before the match.
A few people in the lecture hall chuckled nearby at something the professor had said, but I was too busy staring at my screen in disbelief.
I knew this was the standard procedure now, but he could’ve told Julien privately. Adrien didn’t need to know.
Julien immediately replied:
Jus2lien: Damn. Fast boy.
Jus2lien: I want Sunday personally. That ok Steph?
BigG: You already had him twice this week. Wait until next week.
Jus2lien: Shit. I thought we started the schedule later.
BigG: Nope. Started yesterday.
Jus2lien: Laaame. I’ll have blue balls from the concert.
Despite myself, I smiled faintly.
Then my eyes drifted lower.
Adrien had seen the messages.
No reply.
My stomach tightened a bit.
BigG: Gonna buy some stuff. Tell me if u guys want anything.
I stared at the messages for half a second too long before lifting my eyes toward the professor again.
A few hours passed, until I received a private message from my Rugby-man roommate:
Greg: Yo, can you do something for me?
Shit… he’s got a plan.
The sound of keys in the door.
I sat up fast, abandoning my book on the nightstand, straightening my T-shirt before quickly starting to pull off my jeans. I’d prepared myself, just like Julien had suggested yesterday at the spa: I’d taken a shower, spent some time fingering myself, trying to loosen up and get ready in case I actually tried taking Greg inside me.
Considering how thick he was, there was no guarantee it would even work. I already struggled enough with Julien, and Adrien was another story entirely…
BAM BAM BAM
Still, I wanted to try. I’d used a generous amount of lube. At the very least, maybe I could do what I’d done with the swimmer: just take the head of his cock inside me. Practice a little.
I tossed my jeans into a corner, balled up my shirt and threw it after them, then stripped off my socks and boxer briefs like he’d asked, lying flat on my stomach to finish getting ready.
BAM BAM BAM
It felt incredibly weird waiting like that, stomach pressed against the bed, cool air brushing against my skin, especially my legs and smooth ass. Like I was waiting for some kind of medical exam.
BAM BAM
He’s coming.
His footsteps are getting closer.
BAM
Then my bedroom door opened.
Part of me wanted to imagine it was Adrien walking in. I let the illusion linger for a second, even though the heavy footsteps made it obvious it was Greg.
Then I shivered when his voice filled the room:
“Fuck… I’m wiped.”
I heard him peel off one layer of clothing, then another.
“Good day?” I asked, pretending this was somehow a normal conversation.
“On all fours.”
Well. That was clear enough.
Greg hadn’t come here to chat tonight. He had a goal.
I obeyed, propping myself up on my elbows and raising my shaved ass toward my roommate, who I still hadn’t actually looked at directly.
“Tch… better ass than Jade.”
I legit didn’t know if I should be happy or scared by this statement. But I didn’t dare answer. You could feel how focused he was.
“Well then, pretty thing…”
And he smacked my right ass cheek so hard I let out a high-pitched moan I couldn’t hold back.
“So you already got fucked, little bitch?” There was accusation in his voice.
Shit… he knew?
The others told him?
How? When?
“You benched me?”
Oh no. Sports metaphors.
“Bad decision, bitch.”
He moved toward my head, recreating the same position as this morning: his swollen bulge right in front of my mouth. He was still wearing nothing but sweat-soaked black boxer briefs and his black tank top. He was drenched. His cock visibly twitched beneath the fabric when he looked at me.
“Open.”
The second I obeyed, he shoved the damp bulge against my mouth, the tip of his dick pressing through the fabric against my palate, flooding my senses with the thick smell of sweat and musk.
And after that, he stopped talking. He was somewhere else entirely now, forcing me to taste the heavy weight of his cock through the cloth, making my head spin with the scent of an athlete fresh out of training. I didn’t mind the taste or the bad smell anymore, it was part of the deal with Greg now. It even began to feel erotic to me. How he made me sniff, bite and chew on his package.
I was slowly becoming some sort of worshiper.
Another smack landed on my other ass cheek, pulling another helpless sound out of me. Then, Greg started thrusting his hips slowly, almost fucking my mouth with his cock still trapped in the fabric, grinding harder each time while pushing my head against his pelvis for leverage.
“You like that cock?” he finally growled. “You like it?”
I nodded, mouth full of his heat.
“Yeah, you fucking love it.”
He kept grinding against my mouth like that for a long while, his hands planted harder and harder against my head until I finally needed air and pushed his legs apart.
Fuck…
Dude really needed to blow off steam.
As I caught my breath, his bulge disappeared from view. Greg was moving behind me now, climbing onto the bed.
GULP.
Was he actually going to fuck me now?
I felt the mattress creak under his weight.
Jesus, the rugby player was heavy.
Then his huge hands landed on both my ass cheeks. He seemed to admire them for a second without speaking. His breathing had quickened; I could hear him panting above me.
“So you want this cock, sweetie?”
He sounded completely absorbed in whatever fantasy he had going on in his head, like he was imagining I was one of the girls he brought home at night.
That sounds bad for my ass integrity!
He rested his huge bulge against my asshole while leaning on his elbows on either side of my torso. The bed groaned again as his knees sank into the mattress near mine and his breathing moved closer to my head.
I was trapped under his athlete’s body now — completely naked beneath him while he still seemed half dressed in workout clothes. His thick cockhead settled right against my hole, hot and damp, and he started pushing.
There was no way it was fitting like that, so for a second I wondered what he was doing. Then his hips started moving more deliberately, and the sounds of the bed gave him away.
He was dry-humping my ass.
Like I was a fucking pillow!
His breathing grew rougher, his voice cracking slightly with every thrust until it turned into low grunts, almost like he was doing push-ups on top of me. His cock kept swelling thicker beneath the fabric. Every time he thrust, his heavy balls slapped between my cheeks (sometimes even against my own) and it was almost humiliating feeling the difference in size and weight between us.
Plop.
A bead of sweat landed directly on the back of my neck.
I wiped it away instinctively, but immediately his hand grabbed my wrist and shoved it firmly back down onto the mattress beside my head.
“Don’t move, bitch.”
Then his thrusts got harder.
The bed was creaking now like he was genuinely fucking me, and honestly that scared me a little. If anyone else was in the apartment, there was no way they wouldn’t know what was happening
Every now and then another drop of sweat hit my skin. Both my hands were pinned now, so I couldn’t wipe them away anymore. I just endured the pounding silently, focusing instead on the sensation of his huge balls smacking against me.
That was the hottest part at the moment.
But after five minutes of that treatment, I started wanting more. I wanted to know what his cock would actually feel like inside me. Compared to Adrien. Compared to Julien. It was ridiculous, but I really wanted to compare them, like some kind of scientific experiment: their weight, their texture, their thickness, what each one did to my body.
How far they could reach inside me.
So finally, shy but fully aware of what I was asking for, I admitted quietly:
“Greg… I want it. Inside me. Can you fuck me?”
He froze instantly.
Another trail of sweat rolled onto me.
I was definitely going to need a shower after this.
I could feel his hot breath just above my head.
“You sure?”
“Yeah… I want it.”
He hesitated.
“Never fucked an ass before.” Pause. Suddenly he almost sounded shy. “Definitely not a guy’s.”
“I don’t know if I can take all of it. But we can at least try. Just the tip.”
“If I start,” he warned, “I finish.”
GULP.
So that was Greg.
I couldn’t even imagine what his usual hookups must be like.
“Uh… okay. Just be gentle.”
“You sure? I don’t stop once I’m going. I don’t play around.”
His tone had become almost threatening, like I was stepping into dangerous territory.
“You offer me your pussy, I’m gonna fuck it until I cum. Got it?”
Fuck…
I nodded, swallowing hard through the anxiety.
This guy was about to wreck my ass... and honestly, I’d basically asked for it.
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