Description Meeting the freakishly huge roommate, Mark, is crazy enough—and that’s before finding out that Mark’s dad is even bigger.
|Updated||23 Nov 2019|
Whew, finally I am back, I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended ‘cause it got out he was taking ‘roids. As I unpacked my belongings before my first class that afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it had been to live with my old roommate.
He was 5’11” and already weighed 200 pounds at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning, he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide round shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge.
In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40 pounds of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 280 pounds and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, seeing his arms getting bigger and more defined, his chest getting puffier, I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay.
He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got to tuck away many mental images to help me jack off to. He was all pumped muscle with a huge ‘roid gut, and thankfully the ‘roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them—he was huge. He was at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed. I wish I had gotten the chance to feel up that large flaccid cock, make it inflate, and cup those big, heavy balls in my hand.
I guess the college found out about his steroid use, because it got to be too obvious. He got thrown off the football team and got suspended from college. As he left we promised each other that we would stay in contact. But life got in my way and I had to earn money during the summer, and he also seemed to be busy as I only got short messages that asked if I were doing all right. When I replied with the same question, he always told me that life had never been so good to him.
Now the new college year, and hopefully my last, had started, but I was sure I would find some time to meet up with him again soon. I wondered if he’d continued to grow in the meantime. Bigger than 280 pounds? Maybe his cock grew also bigger…
I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hoped that I would have enough time before my new roommate arrived to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Yes, I know. I shouldn’t be complaining about my cock size. But living with a monster for such a long time, you start to have a different standard for size. Maybe my new roommate would be a small dweeb—then my hard on would probably go down fast enough and he wouldn’t see it.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, which made me jump in surprise. I was even more shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I had ever seen in my life until now. Even bigger than my old roommate. How was this possible?
The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. He was wearing a dark muscle hoody with the sleeves pushed up, exposing forearms that bulged from the suitcases he was carrying in both hands. Each muscle in his thick lower arms was standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up upwards. Huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, straining his sleeves. The big hoody mostly hid the rest of the body, although I could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoody draping down from them and hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping his clothes off to find out.
After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you.” I reached out and we shook hands. Damn, he had such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, and his thick, muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure. I could feel the weight-lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hand and turned and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back was so wide and that ass looked so hard where could I start…
I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to wrench my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed and I noticed that my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders. I watched his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. He started putting things away and I went back to doing the same, feeling an odd warmth at the shared activity.
After we had both had finally unpacked, we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he was here because he got a football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, just like his dad did. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got his good genes from his dad, and expected to start growing bigger soon.
The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, and I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we had most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we both realized with a sudden shock that we had nearly missed our first class. While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old roommate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves, and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark was dressing in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smiled confidently at me, turning to give me a better view. “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though I still think he is bigger than me,” he said touching his bulge and giving it a nice pull, which made it grow a little. Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I had to use far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class.
During the year, we grew even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he also seemed to be very straight as he dated many girls, just like my old roommate. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he found out that I was gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to work out together after Mark mentioned to me that he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of that. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts, growing more athletic myself, and before long I began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition.
Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since, much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he strolled around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that, I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular, and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked out to the bathroom for a shower.
During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him, telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my words, though, the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god.
As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I wanted want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind caught up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God… did he know I was gay?
As I got there, Mark showed me around his house: his and his dad’s bedroom, bathrooms, a jacuzzi, an office room and a big living room. The kitchen was also very roomy and there was enough food in it to feed an army. After the first round through the house he opened a new door and told me to follow him downstairs to a private room. What hit me first was a very manly smell that caused me to get hard instantly. I was really surprised to not only find another bedroom but also a fully equipped gym with a huge mirror wall, a small juice booth with a lot of supplements and a big sofa in the corner of the room. Looking around I noticed that the bench and the squat rack were loaded and the bar were slightly bent from the heavy weights. I asked him if all the heavy weights and protein powder were his. He just smiled knowingly and said that he usually works out at the college or the nearby gym and not here. Everything I saw here was his dads’. I just looked at him in shock with my mouth open again.
Then he told me that one of his friends had an emergency and needed a lift somewhere and asked if I’d want to come, or try to get settled. I told him that I would stay here and get comfortable, and I went over to the other room in the basement, supposedly my room. As I set down my bags and make my bed I hear Mark head out the door. Now that I am alone at his place I walk around the gym, imagining how big his dad must be, using the ridiculously heavy weights I can see in the room. I start getting a boner as I see some used briefs and a torn tank top on the floor. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I see the shirt is an XXXL. It couldn’t be Mark’s, big as he was it would drape over him like a canopy. I step closer, picking it up and smelling the fabric. It has such a sweaty, manly smell and my penis gets hard at the combined scent and thought of what someone who wears that must look like, not to mention rip it. My cock keeps growing down my left leg, pinned inside my pants. I may not be big in the other areas, but having a large cock was definitely something I revelled in. Always makes me feel very proud of myself, especially recently in the gym locker room.
I eventually decided I wanted to tour the upstairs again, so I went up and found the main laundry. My mind was racing with thoughts about this legendary dad who must be a true beast, and now my eyes picked up on things I hadn’t before. One whole cupboard was filled with every supplement I had heard of, and some that I didn’t recognize. One even looked foreign. As I kept looking I went to the fridge. I had noted earlier that it was full, but looking closer I now saw that while there were some fresh produce, I saw a lot of meats of different varieties, cottage cheese, greek yogurt. The cupboards had tuna and flaked chicken, lentils, beans and rice. I was never a bodybuilder myself but I did know enough out of sheer lust for them to know exactly what most of this stuff was. This was all protein and high carb foods. Building blocks of muscle.
Next I moved on to the living room. One large couch sat across from a very large TV. The couch itself looked very well used. It was odd, since it didn’t look old per se, but the middle cushion sagged down and looked about as flat as a pancake. A couple of shaker cups littered the table, all empty, and some of the dumbbells from downstairs were also up here. The lowest weight I saw was 80 pounds and my dick did a twitch, trying to free itself from my pants. It took me both my hands and heaving back to lift the weight adequately, which sent my mind reeling. Okay, so his dad brings weights up here for while he’s watching TV. If this is the lowest weight then it must be for the smallest muscles. Does he bicep curl these monsters?! I took my dick out of my pants and began massaging it as I looked around at the den of someone who I figured must be straight out of my imagination. I closed my eyes a little as I slipped into my own thoughts, trying to visualize Mark’s dad—thinking of Mark and then morphing his muscles big enough to handle the weights around the house.
Boom! A loud noise came from the back door into the kitchen. I could hear heavy footsteps, and I wasn’t sure if it was my roommate or not, but I knew if anyone saw me like this I was going to be in trouble. I shoved my cock hastily into my pants and rushed down the stairs as quietly as I could, though it didn’t end up being that quiet. I made it downstairs, winded. Looking down I noticed my cock was still half way down my left leg. I tried to cover it up and make it disappear, but having a big cock also has some disadvantages.
I heard the footsteps thumping again and it was making my heart race. My heart beating so hard wasn’t exactly helping the boner go down. God damnit. I listened now and thought that the footsteps and creaking sounded louder than when Mark left, making me think this must be the dad. My penis twitches, as if trying to find a way out so it could see for itself.
I heard the footsteps approach the top of the stairs, and the stairs creaking heavily as he came down them slowly. I went to hide in my room, too shy to be seen alone here with a huge boner, but too interested not to peek.
One massive foot slammed down into view, extending over the edge of the stairs. I could hear the stair creak as I watched. Even the shoe seemed to cry out as weight was being transferred to that foot. The next foot came down, and this time I get to see the calf. The dad was clearly wearing shorts because his calf was exposed. Or he’s naked, I thought, but I shoved the thought away. He was wearing shoes after all. The man’s lower leg was thick and strong, and became so much bigger halfway up where his calf started, exploding out in all directions. I could see the muscles bunch and work as weight moved to that leg instead. Two more steps and the bottom of his quads came into view. Even his knees were thickly built, but it was still not enough to prepare me for how big his thighs would be. They came out hard at the knee, widening and thickening as my gaze travelled up his leg to what I was beginning to think of as the promised land. Unfortunately that’s where his shorts started and I couldn’t see the upper half of his thighs. I was so disappointed. I realized he was still coming down the stairs and turned away from the door.
I was breathing heavy even just from what I had seen. That was the biggest person I had ever seen in my life, bigger than any person I had seen in the gym. His size put him up there with the biggest guys I had masturbated to even online, and he was real, just on the other side of the door. My cock was twitching into overdrive and I became scared I might cum right there. I had to turn around and take a break from watching him. Then I could finally hear him stepping down onto the landing and walking around a little.
“Mark? Are you down here?” His voice was so deep, manly, almost like a growl. It had a little roughness to it, but otherwise it was a deep bass and strong. I almost moaned but I caught myself and covered my mouth. I prayed he wouldn’t come in here and see me like this.
After a minute of him walking around and moving some things around I could hear a grunt. I figured the dad must have started lifting some weights, and my curiosity got the better of my common sense. I slowly snuck over to the door and I turned around to get a better look at what is happening inside the weight room.
What I could see, I could barely believe. Right in the middle of the weight room stood the most massively muscled beast I have ever seen. My eyes didn’t know where to look at first, because all I saw were bulky muscles on top of more muscles. All of this was made even more clear because he was not wearing a shirt. The only clothing was the shorts that half-covered his massive thighs. His back was so thick and wide, lats coming from so far out and curving down and in to a narrow waist. I was wondering why he didn’t fall over. My gaze fell lower, back to his quads. Holy shit. Those are fucking tree trunks. His thighs each were almost bigger than his waist. You could clearly see the outline of some really heavy Hamstrings, striations leading into his shorts. At the other end of where I knew those lines would lead were two globes that formed a large, hard as steel ass big enough the shorts looked like they were straining to hide it from my view. I followed the spine up his back, muscles exploding out to either side as they grabbed hold of the bones for support, but came out after for space to hold their mass. Huge traps popped out at the top of his back, and converged on the back of his head. If he had a neck, I couldn’t see it. To either side were two massive shoulders formed on that were almost the size of watermelons and anchored two of the biggest, most ripped and vascular arms I have ever seen. He was doing curls, and swear I could see his arms swell up bigger with every rep. His triceps were so visible and thick, they threatened blocked my view of his biceps. Each moan was accompanied by soft moans and grunts that made my cock throb and twitch hard. Looking at that muscle beast was like seeing a living and breathing three-D anatomy chart, and I was studying it like I was about to take a final exam.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mark’s Dad put the weights down with a loud boom and went straight into a double biceps pose. Fuuuuuck.
Those bicep peaks are almost higher than his head. He turned around slightly to find the best lighting to show off his huge guns, making the shadows between his biceps and triceps even darker and more pronounced. From where he was now I could see his face. He had a military cut head, cleanly buzzed that lead into a trimmed and well-kept beard, thick but shorter. The square jawline was still visible and made his face look so much harder. Altogether, he was the picture of masculinity and handsomeness. He turned towards the mirror again and began shaking his quads. I could hear the muscles move on his leg left and right until he flexed them, at which point the thigh became a solid mass of crevices and peaks of strength. Fuck, he’s so fucking massive, I thought. Is he even human? Big, thick muscular legs were always a huge turn on for me, and his were like something beyond what even I had dreamed were possible. He straightened up and stretched a little and my heart skipped a beat. He might be leaving the room, and there I was in the doorway, staring at him as he posed without making a sound or introducing myself. My heart almost stopped as I thought he caught me. Then I was shocked to see what happened next.
Before my eyes I saw the dad lower his shorts and pull out a semi-hard cock. It flopped big and heavy into his hand, almost as big as the silicone dick-men online, but I’ve heard that doing that takes away the sensitivity of the dick, and judging by his face at his own touch that was not the case. He swirled it around once or twice with one hand, the other posing and cupping his own muscle until finally he was at full mast, magnificent and huge jutting from his body. Veins twisted around it more so than on his arms, which I hadn’t thought possible, leading to a mushroom head that looked so swollen at the tip of it all, adding an extra two inches to the length. His hands were clearly big but even still his dick was large in them. He brought down both hands on his dick and even then couldn’t cover the whole shaft. He began jerking it off, and before I even realized it mine was out of my pants and I was doing the same.
Eventually the dad returned to posing and jacking off, making the whole display hotter as I stroked my member, trying to savour what I saw without making noise. Eventually the beast reached down and his hand went to his asshole, putting one large finger in. I moaned and my body buckled, ready for the next act, although everything shut down when both our eyes opened at the noise.
Dad looked at me, dick in his hand, and stepped back, falling over and hitting his head on a bench. OMG, I didn’t know which was worse, the first time he saw me I was jacking to him, or that now I hurt him.
I tucked my dick away as best I could in a flash and rushed over, nervous but also needing to check if he was okay. “Man, I am so sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have been doing that, you were just working out and—” I decided it might be better to stop talking about it and I help him up, biting my lip at the feel of his back muscles hard and flexed in my hand and the heaviness of his weight as I tried to help him.
“Fuck man where did you even come from?” He shook his head. “You can’t just jack off to the sight of people, man. Who are you, even?”
As I tried to say something we both heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “You down there, Dad? Tommy?” We both looked at each other and then at our hard dicks. I panicked and grabbed a heavy dumbbell nearby, just lifting it enough to clear the Dad’s body and get it to the other side of him, taking my body with it. I landed over his crotch with my own, both our dicks rubbing together as the weight thuds on the other side.
“Shit man, I’m so sorry,” I said loudly. I looked over at the dad from where I was as Mark entered the gym room. “I thought I could handle the weight, I guess I was just cocky, and maybe wanted to try to show off. You were throwing these weights around like it was nothing! I should just go probably.”
The dad looked down at me, confused, but when his son entered the room and doesn’t notice our boners he clued into what I did. “Buddy, listen, it’s fine. I guess I can see where you are coming from. Can’t say I might not have done the same in your position, but man, you gotta do things the right way. Talk to me and tell me where you are at, and we might be able to work something out, but promise me you will never try something like that again.”
“I promise, sir.” My god did he imply he might be gay? He may have been keeping up the act, but what if he meant it!
Mark coughed a little form where he stands. “Were you going to get off him, Tommy?”
I look down at our crotches, neither of our dicks having gone down at all, especially with the added pressure of the other dick against it. I reached the hand further away from Mark down on the dad’s abs, as if for support, then I faked a slip. My hand shot down the dad’s shorts and I grabbed his dick. It was so veiny and huge, and pulsed at the new contact, but I tried to keep my head. I quickly shoved it around and behind one of his thighs. It offered some resistance but it was long enough that I managed it quickly and recovered my hand. I got up, facing away from Mark, and tucked my dick into my waistband and then hid it with a thankfully loose shirt. I turned to Mark, seeing if my trick had worked. “Mark, your dad hit his back pretty hard off the bench just now. Do you have, like, some muscle relaxing gel or something?”
Mark tought deeply for a minute. He didsn’t seem to notice we are rock hard—that was a good sign at least. After a moment the dad piped up, “In the upstairs medicine cabinet. The boy’s right, could you go grab it for me please, Mark?”
Mark nodded and headed off up the stairs. “That was some quick thinking there, Tommy. I’m Rent, by the way.” He held out his large hand and I shook it, enjoying how hard and calloused it was and how big it felt against mine. “You’re the new roommate I hear so much about, I guess. Not much for first impressions are you?”
I looked at him, terrified now that Mark was gone. I had returned back to this giant of a man, the man of my dreams and fantasies, berating me because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. That is… until he reached down and grabbed my dick with one hand, his own with the other, and began jacking us both off.
“What are you doing!? I’m so sorry but I’m really confused now!” My mind was racing, the big man’s actions not matching his words.
“Mark is going to be back down here any second, and these beasts aren’t going to go soft in that time unless we cum. We were both at the edge anyways.” He picked up the speed he was going, ripped bulbous biceps lengthening and tightening with each motion. He played with his chest a little and smiled as he looks over at me and showed off. That proved too much for me and I came on the floor in front of me.
Now Rent began to focus more on himself. He spread his legs and began using his other hand on his dick as well. I could hear Mark upstairs and knew we didn’t have too much longer. I went over to Rent and put my fragile thin arm next to his. Mine looked like the bone that might be strong enough to support the sheer muscle Rent had. I put my leg against his for good measure and show him how big he was. “You’re so big, I can’t believe it. I can’t even compare, your arm could hold five of mine, your legs too.”
Rent grunted as his eyes rolled back. Thick white goop shot from the end of his cock against the wall and floor. I so wanted to enjoy the sight but I already messed up once today because of my lust and I was not about to do it again. I grab some nearby towels and make quick work wiping up our mess. As I passed I nudged Rent who is coming back to his senses. “Hunch over,” I said. “You’re hurt, remember?” Rent nodded his head, his traps stretching and then bunching at the movement and he bent over as if his back was weak. Seemed more just like a realistic representation of how that big upper part would weigh down over that thin waist. Those abs were big, but it looeds ridiculous to think they could hold up all that giant perfection.
Mark came back just as I dropped the towels into the hamper—the hamper itself had a scent I recognize as a cum smell. Clearly this was a common scenario, except for the interruptions. The idea of him coming down regularly to work out and then worship his own muscles was so hot I felt my dick ask if it was time for round two. I pushed the idea from my head and started to think of gross things that would keep me soft.
Mark handed over the gel stuff to his dad and got a thank you. Rent excused himself to go apply it, saying he should cut his workout short due to his back. “Thanks for this Mark, and it was… interesting meeting you Tommy. Welcome to my home.” He smiled a little and leaves.
“Do you want to work out then?” Mark asked.
“Man, I think after how badly I botched that, I’d better call it too. I don’t feel hurt, but I don’t want to risk it.”
Mark wished me well and I went over to my room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and my mind was exhausted. I crawled into my bed for a nap. I fell asleep with a boner at the thought of living with Rent, and also at the sounds of Mark working out in the other room.