Expanding the Circle
After their explosive first encounter, Jake and Tyler lay entwined on the bed, their massive, sweat-glistened bodies heaving with exhaustion. Tyler’s arm draped possessively over Jake’s chiseled chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the ridges of Jake’s abs. The room reeked of sex—musk, cum, and the raw scent of two alpha bodybuilders who had just claimed each other. Tyler felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing the study’s early results were already enhancing his output, though he hadn’t shared the secret yet.
“Fuck, that was intense,” Jake panted, his voice rough from the throat-fucking he’d taken. His face was still flushed, lips swollen, and the faint salty tang of Tyler’s load lingered on his breath.
Tyler grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re telling me. But I need to rinse off this sweat before round two.” He disentangled himself, standing up with a stretch that made his quads and glutes flex impressively. His cock, still semi-hard and slick, swung heavily between his thighs as he grabbed a towel. “Don’t go anywhere, bro. I’ll be quick.”
Jake watched him saunter to the bathroom, admiring the broad V of Tyler’s back and the way his ass cheeks dimpled with each step. The door clicked shut, and the sound of the shower hissed to life. Jake flopped back on the bed, a lazy smile on his face, his own dick twitching at the memory of Tyler’s musky flavor. He didn’t bother covering up, lying there naked, his body marked with red handprints and bite marks from their rough play.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door—sharp and insistent. Jake groaned, debating whether to ignore it, but curiosity won out. He wrapped a thin sheet around his waist and padded over, cracking the door open.
Standing there was Alex, their neighbor from down the hall—a fellow bodybuilder who’d joined them for lifts a few times. Alex was a beast: 6’4” of solid muscle, with a thick neck, tree-trunk arms, and a chest so pumped it strained his tank top. His skin was tanned from outdoor runs, and his short buzz cut accentuated his sharp jawline. He held a protein shaker in one hand, grinning widely. “Yo, Jake! You guys back from the gym? I was gonna ask if you wanted to spot me on bench tomorrow.”
Jake leaned against the doorframe, trying to play it cool, but the sheet did little to hide his post-sex glow—or the lingering scent. “Yeah, man, sure. Tyler’s in the shower. Come in if you want.”
Alex stepped inside, closing the door behind him. As he got closer, his nose twitched, picking up on something primal in the air. He paused, inhaling deeper, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on Jake’s face. The musk was unmistakable—thick, salty, the raw aroma of cock and cum clinging to Jake’s skin and breath like a badge of honor, amplified by Tyler’s experimental edge.
“Damn, dude,” Alex said, his voice dropping low as he stepped even closer, invading Jake’s space. Their massive chests nearly touched, the heat radiating off Alex’s body. “You smell like you’ve been face-deep in some serious dick. Who’ve you been eating out? That scent… it’s fresh, musky as fuck. Makes my cock twitch just smelling it on you.”
Jake’s cheeks flushed, but a thrill shot through him. He hadn’t wiped his face clean, and Tyler’s essence was still smeared across his lips and chin. “Uh, yeah… just, you know, messing around,” he stammered, but his eyes betrayed his arousal, flicking down to the growing bulge in Alex’s shorts.
Alex didn’t back off. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his nose right against Jake’s cheek, inhaling deeply like a predator scenting prey. “Fuck, that’s hot. Smells like a real man’s cock—sweaty, thick, the kind that leaves you marked.” He moved to Jake’s mouth, sniffing his breath, his own lips brushing Jake’s. “Yeah, you’ve been sucking someone good. Tell me it’s Tyler. That beast’s musk is all over you.”
Before Jake could respond, Alex captured his mouth in a deep, probing French kiss. His tongue plunged in aggressively, tasting the remnants of Tyler’s cum, swirling around Jake’s mouth as if claiming the flavor for himself. Jake moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Alex’s biceps, feeling the veins pop under his fingers. The sheet slipped away, exposing Jake’s hardening cock, which pressed against Alex’s thigh.
Alex broke the kiss with a growl, his hands roaming down Jake’s body, squeezing his pecs and pinching his nipples hard enough to make Jake hiss. “You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you? That taste on your tongue… I want more.” He shoved Jake back toward the bed, stripping off his own tank top to reveal his hairy, sculpted torso—abs like cobblestones, obliques carved deep. His shorts came next, unleashing his own monster cock: uncut, veiny, and already leaking precum, the foreskin peeling back as it throbbed.
Jake fell back onto the mattress, spreading his legs instinctively. “Fuck me, Alex. I’ve been thinking about your dick during lifts—how it’d feel stretching me.”
Alex didn’t need more invitation. He dove between Jake’s thighs, but instead of going straight for the ass, he buried his face in Jake’s crotch first, sniffing and licking the dried cum from earlier. “Still smells like Tyler down here too. You let him breed you?” His tongue lapped at Jake’s balls, then up his shaft, before he flipped Jake over onto his stomach.
Positioning himself, Alex spat on his cock and rubbed the head against Jake’s hole, which was still slick and loose from Tyler’s pounding. “Gonna fuck you long and hard, bro. Make you scream my name.” He thrust in slowly at first, savoring the tight heat, inch by girthy inch until his balls slapped against Jake’s ass. Jake arched, pushing back, his muscles flexing as he took it all.
Alex started with deep, grinding strokes, rolling his hips to hit every angle, his hands gripping Jake’s waist like vices. “Feel that? My cock owning your hole.” He picked up speed, slamming in with the force of a piston, the bed frame groaning under the assault. Sweat poured down Alex’s back, dripping onto Jake as he pounded relentlessly, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in balls-deep.
Jake clawed at the sheets, his moans turning to guttural cries. “Harder, fuck! Destroy me!” Alex obliged, flipping him onto his back to watch Jake’s face contort in pleasure. He hooked Jake’s legs over his shoulders, folding him in half, and drilled down, the angle hitting Jake’s prostate with every thrust. Jake’s cock bounced against his abs, leaking profusely, untouched but edging closer to release.
They switched positions again—Jake riding Alex reverse cowboy, his ass cheeks spreading wide as he bounced, grinding down to feel the full length. Alex’s hands roamed, slapping Jake’s ass, twisting his nipples, choking him lightly to heighten the intensity. “You’re so fucking tight, even after Tyler. Milk my dick, you whore.”
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, their bodies a blur of muscle and motion. Alex edged himself, slowing when close, then ramping up to brutal speeds, making Jake beg for mercy that never came. Jake came first, untouched, his load shooting across his chest in thick ropes, but Alex didn’t stop, fucking him through the aftershocks, overstimulating him until Jake was a trembling mess.
Finally, as Alex neared his peak, the bathroom door creaked open. Tyler emerged, towel around his waist, steam billowing behind him. His eyes widened at the sight—Jake sprawled out, ass up, getting railed by Alex—but a wicked grin spread across his face. His cock hardened instantly under the towel, tenting it obscenely, the study’s effects ensuring he was ready again in moments.
“Room for one more?” Tyler rumbled, dropping the towel to reveal his freshly washed but already throbbing dick.
Alex paused mid-thrust, smirking over his shoulder. “Hell yeah. Your boy’s been taking it like a champ. Come feed us that load.”
Tyler strode over, climbing onto the bed. He knelt by Jake’s head, fisting his cock as Alex resumed pounding, the rhythm syncing with Tyler’s strokes. “Open up, both of you,” Tyler commanded.
Jake and Alex leaned in, mouths agape, tongues out. Tyler jerked faster, his balls drawing up, and with a roar, he erupted—hot, thick cum spraying across their faces, into their mouths. Rope after rope coated Jake’s lips and Alex’s tongue, some landing on Jake’s chest where Alex leaned down to lick it off mid-fuck. The volume was impressive, a quiet testament to the experiment Tyler had begun.
Alex thrust a few more times, driven wild by the taste, then pulled out and added his own load, shooting over Jake’s hole and abs, mixing with Tyler’s. The three collapsed in a heap, panting, covered in sweat and seed.
“Best fucking dorm ever,” Jake gasped, licking cum from his lips.
Tyler chuckled, pulling them both close. “And we’re just getting started.”
