Jake Landry
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The Wishing Stone Part 06
🕑 Added 2018-11-03 17:13:30 +0000 UTCAs I walked across campus to Chris’ dorm I couldn’t help but feel a bit of a pep in my step. I don’t know what it was about Chris that was getting me so excited. This morning when I’d felt so nervous talking to him felt so strange. It’s not like I had anything to be afraid of. If anything he should have been worried about talking to me. I know that Allen got me the job at Growth Network but I still felt like I earned a lot of it.
When he made the wish I could feel the new memories forming. I’d spent so much more time in the gym and my desire to grow had nearly tripled from even the time that I was in the gym. I wanted to be bigger. I wanted to be stronger. Even as I walked to Chris’ dorm I was fighting an urge to head back to the gym. It would have been a bad habit if I kept something like that up. But the sponsors seemed to love it. Just as long I was in their speedo and posted to social media a few times a day.
People loved seeing me. Even if I did the same poses everyday I’d get thousands of likes on my photos. A simple flex and I’d see thousands of little heart emojis fill the comment section. There were some haters but honestly it felt like it was more out of jealously than anything else. The amount of time they spent looking at pictures of me made it pretty clear what they were really after. They just wanted to see what was under that speedo. But I knew my boss’ was very particular about when I could show that off publicly.
I was still had too much of a career ahead of me to go giving everything away all at once. There was something about the mystic about it; even if the speedo didn’t really hide much anyway. Right now I wished that was all that he was wearing. But I’d already done my 20 hours for the week and didn’t feel like working right now. If someone had seen me I’d have to describe all the excellent products they serve. So I just went with something more formal.
My deep cut sleeveless shirt and some workout shorts. They were still comfortable and showed off just about everything anyway. The sleeveless holes were cut low enough so my lats were able to be completely seen while also showing off my thin cut waist. More importantly my body wouldn’t overheat from wearing too much clothes.
The Saint Marline's dorm was one of the oldest on campus. It seemed like it hadn’t been used for a pretty long time. It used to house the girls dorms when they were still on campus but now that it was a boy’s only college they didn’t need it. It wasn’t till the overflow that they brought it out of commission. It didn’t take long to find Chris’ dorm. I knocked on the door trying to avoid all the brightly colored decorations covering it. I could see some of the glitter drop to the floor as he looked over the decor. A yellow piece of construction paper was cut into the shape of a heart with the words, ‘Bitch 1: Chris Parker.’ For some reason I felt something hit me. Like I remembered something that I should have known. As I stood in front of that door I almost felt like I could tell what Allen had wished for. But it opened.
“Evening,” Chris purred at me. His lithe muscled body wrapped around my arm. He was easily half my size. When he worked out it was all for tone. I could tell just by looking at him he didn’t want to get bigger. He wanted his muscles to be seen but not be distracting. Chris pulled me into his dorm and was already rubbing up and down my thicker chest.
“Evening,” I laughed a little uncomfortably. He was so ready to get down that I didn’t know if there was much else to say. His hands traveled through my cutoff shirt around my thick pecs. Each muscle group he went over I made sure to flex. His eyes lit up. But more in a responsive kind of way. He’d obviously been with a lot of guys. He’d obviously seen a lot of guys like me. I almost felt a little jealous.
“You’re so hot,” his small body leaned into mine. Every chance he got, he gripped a muscle. He wanted to test the strength and see if I was as strong as I looked. I knew I was stronger. The longer he waited the antsier he got. He couldn’t wait to get in my pants. His smaller body pushed me down onto the bed.
If it were any other time I could have easily stayed upright. But I let him push me onto his bed. He was obviously very pent up. The amount of energy was far more than he could control. His small body got on top of mine. He massaged my chest. “You think?” I grinned at him.
“I know,” he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips locked and he was just about a master. He knew exactly where to move his tongue to keep me interested. Not to mention his hands. Their small controlled motions rounded around my body while his tongue dug deeper into my mouth. He knew the rhythm. He knew just how often he needed to grind against my hips to make dick rock hard.
It was getting harder to control than I thought. Chris was making me go wild with just a kiss. I’d been so good about holding out. But Chris seemed to have caught on. “Guess I’m going a bit too fast,” the Chesire grin on his face was enough for me to know he knew what he was doing. His lips kissed mine again but started to travel further down. Each kiss hit a different body part. He hit my chest, then focused on my nipple. A quick lick sent a shiver down my spine. It was sensitive enough to make me moan. “Gotcha,” I could see him hiding behind my thick pecs.
I didn’t say anything but felt him traveling further down my skin. He’d gotten down to my shorts. Pulling them off was such an easy feat for him. But he wanted to play with the jock. I could feel my dick pressing hard against the meshed fabric begging to be free. But Chris seemed to be a master. And he liked toying with me. I watched as he stuck his face into it, getting a big whiff of my musk. “Just so manly…” he moaned loudly. “That scent is ssooooo strong…” His face burrowed back into my crotch. My jock was barely holding my dick back. It was ready to come out.
Chris seemed to have gotten the hint. After a lick on the fabric, he pulled the small cloth down. I could feel my dick point to the sky. The thick eight inches always felt so average in my hands but in Chris’, it was a new world. His thinner more flexible frame made it feel almost twice as big. I could feel each finger wrap around my dick and tease me just a little bit more. He gave it a light tug feeling it’s hard nature.
“And big,” I could hear the grin on his face. His mouth opened and enveloped my dick. I could feel his tongue working just as well as it had in my mouth; joyfully playing around with the sensitive tip of my dick. My body contracted at the sudden feeling. It was tough getting to think and control his urge. But Chris was too good for that. He kept me right on the edge. Right on the edge of going over but not enough to make me do it.
When he felt me convulse again Chris paused and pulled himself back onto my abs. His light body climbed around mine like it was a jungle gym. He pulled himself back up on my abs and sat down. “Big guys get so weak around me,” Chris bragged.
Even if I could have thrown him off right then I didn’t want to. He was right. I did feel so weak in his hands. But he backed up. I could feel his ass press up against my dick. Even though it was so large, it just about slipped in. He put more weight on it digging me deeper inside of him. Somehow the guy managed to fit it all in. He slowly worked himself on it. Pushing and pulling against my dick. His smaller hands braced onto my chest massaging me. Chris’ loud moans and praises were too much. He was taunting and teasing too long. I couldn’t hold back any more. I’d been on the edge too long.
My hips bucked. He braced himself for the ride as cum shot up into his asshole. This wasn’t his first rodeo as he held onto me. Each buck seemed to just make him happier as he pressed even harder against my dick. I felt the warm cum drip down out of his asshole.
“That was fun,” he pulled himself off of me and got himself cleaned up. I realized there was at least a load on my abs. His smaller body was cleaning himself up and then getting dressed. “Thanks for the time but I’ve got a party to go to.”
“Wha..?” I questioned as he clearly wanted me to leave. “But…”
“But nothin. Thanks for getting me off or whatever. Now I’ve got to go. I’ve got other shit to do tonight. So, buh bye,” he waved at me condescendingly as I walked out of his room.
“Whatever…” I groaned. I looked down at my phone. It was barely even 8:00. “Maybe I can go help Corey after all…”
