Chapter 1: Dorm Room Desires Ignited
In the cramped dorm room of their college gym-rat haven, Jake and Tyler had been roommates for months, their shared space a testament to their obsession with building massive, sculpted bodies. Both were towering bodybuilders, Jake with his chiseled abs and boulder-like shoulders from endless deadlifts, and Tyler, broader and hairier, his pecs like slabs of marble under a dusting of dark fur. They hit the weights together every day, sweating through grueling sessions that left them pumped and reeking of manly musk. Unbeknownst to Jake, Tyler had quietly enrolled in a secretive university biotech study weeks earlier, experimenting with hormone boosters that promised enhanced virility—already, his loads felt heavier, his musk more potent, though he kept the details hidden for now.
One humid evening after a brutal leg day, Tyler stripped off his soaked gym shorts and collapsed onto his bed, his thick thighs spread wide as he scrolled through his phone. Jake, fresh from the shower but still in just a towel, caught a whiff of something intoxicating drifting from across the room—raw, pungent, the unmistakable scent of Tyler’s sweaty cock and balls, unwashed from the workout and marinating in his jockstrap all day. The aroma seemed stronger than usual, almost addictive, a subtle side effect of the study’s early phases that Tyler noted with a secret smirk.
Jake’s heart pounded as he inhaled deeper, his own dick twitching under the towel. He’d been stealing glances at Tyler’s bulge for weeks, fantasizing about that musky beast. Unable to resist, he dropped to his knees beside the bed, leaning in close to Tyler’s crotch. “Fuck, man,” Jake murmured, his voice husky with lust. “Your cock smells so damn good—musky and ripe. Can I… can I sniff it? Please, let me bury my face in there and then suck it down.”
Tyler looked down, a smirk spreading across his rugged face as he saw the hunger in Jake’s eyes. He tossed his phone aside and hooked a thumb into his briefs, pulling them down to let his heavy, semi-hard cock flop out—thick as a wrist, veined, and glistening with post-gym sweat, the foreskin pulled back just enough to reveal the flared head. The scent hit Jake like a wave, earthy and addictive, making his mouth water—perhaps amplified by the experimental tweaks Tyler had been undergoing.
“Go for it, bro,” Tyler growled, grabbing the back of Jake’s head and guiding him closer. “Sniff my musky dick like the slut you are.”
Jake pressed his nose right into the base of Tyler’s shaft, inhaling deeply, the warm, salty aroma filling his lungs as he nuzzled the coarse pubes and hefty balls. “God, it smells so fucking good,” he groaned, his tongue darting out to lap at the sweat-slick skin. Tyler’s cock hardened instantly, throbbing against Jake’s cheek as he sniffed and licked, working his way up the length until he was huffing the precum-leaking slit.
Not wasting another second, Jake opened wide and engulfed the head, sucking greedily as Tyler’s musk coated his tongue. He bobbed down, taking more of the girthy rod into his throat, gagging slightly but loving the stretch. Tyler thrust up, fucking Jake’s mouth with slow, dominant rolls of his hips, his hands tangled in Jake’s hair. “That’s it, suck my sweaty cock, roommate. Choke on it.”
Jake’s towel fell away, revealing his own rock-hard dick, but he ignored it, focused solely on worshipping Tyler. He slurped noisily, hollowing his cheeks as he deep-throated, the musky flavor exploding in his mouth. Tyler’s balls tightened, and with a guttural moan, he flooded Jake’s throat with hot cum, rope after rope that Jake swallowed eagerly, not spilling a drop. The volume seemed unusually abundant, another hint of the study’s effects, though Jake chalked it up to Tyler’s natural prowess.
But they weren’t done. Tyler pulled Jake up onto the bed, flipping him onto all fours. “My turn to claim that ass,” he said, spitting on his still-hard cock and lining it up with Jake’s tight hole. He pushed in raw, inch by inch, stretching him wide as Jake gasped and pushed back, craving the fullness. Tyler pounded hard, his massive body slamming against Jake’s, their sweat-slick muscles grinding together. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Tyler grunted, reaching around to stroke Jake’s leaking cock.
They rutted like animals, the bed creaking under their combined weight. Jake came first, shooting across the sheets as Tyler’s thrusts hit his prostate relentlessly. Tyler followed, burying deep and breeding Jake’s ass with another load, marking him inside and out— the cum feeling thicker, warmer, as if charged with something more.
Panting and spent, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the room thick with the scent of sex and musk. “Roommates with benefits?” Jake whispered, grinning.
Tyler chuckled, pulling him closer. “Hell yeah. Now get ready for round two.”
