Chapter 3: Back in the dorm
Brent and Shawn go back to their dorm and begin pumping together. Brent doubles his dosage of pills to speed up his growth with surprising results.
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Brent stared at his reflection in the mirror, his roommate’s words echoing in his mind like a dirty chant. The swollen dimensions of his cock seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of Shawn’s challenge. His hand trembled as he wrapped it around his shaft, feeling the girth that still shocked him every time.
That night, after a restless sleep filled with dreams of Shawn’s hands and mouth, Brent decided to double his dosage of the pills. His heart pounded as he swallowed them dry, the bitter taste coating his throat like a warning.
He lay back on his bed, waiting for the usual tingling sensation, but this time it was different. It started in his balls, a deep, heavy ache that spread up his cock, making him wince and clutch himself. Every nerve ended seemed to burn, his skin felt too tight, and his dick throbbed like it was about to burst.
Shawn’s laughter echoed through the apartment, the sound unnervingly close. Brent could hear him in the kitchen, clanging pots and pans like he was cooking up a storm. The smell of frying bacon reached him, making his stomach growl despite the anxiety knotting it.
He hesitated, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, deciding to brave the kitchen. Shawn was standing by the stove, a spatula in hand, shirtless and wearing only a jockstrap. His massive back muscles flexed as he flipped the bacon, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fuck, Brent," he said, "you look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?"
Brent felt his cheeks flush, both from the heat and embarrassment. "Yeah, just... just a weird feeling, that's all."
Shawn raised an eyebrow, turning off the stove and grabbing a plate of bacon.
"Weird feeling, huh? You want some breakfast? Might make you feel better."
Brent shook his head, his heart still pounding in his chest. "No, I... I can't. I need to lie down."
Shawn tossed the plate onto the counter, concern flashing in his eyes. "Okay, man. You sure you're alright?"
Brent nodded, retreating to his room, the throbbing in his cock growing more intense with each step. Once he was alone, he let the towel fall, revealing his straining erection.
He could feel it pulsing, the head a dark purple, leaking pre-cum like a tap. His balls felt heavy, aching with the need to release. He wrapped his hand around himself, gasping at the sensation. He was too sensitive; every touch sent electric shocks through his body.
He had never felt like this before. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a delicious burn that made his toes curl and his body shake. He could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his cock like it was on fire. He stroked himself slowly, his breath hitching as he watched his hand move up and down his thick shaft.
The pain was intense, but the pleasure was even greater, and he found himself moaning despite himself. He could feel the pillow beneath him growing damp, his pre-cum leaking out in heavy droplets.
A knock at the door startled him, and he quickly released himself, trying to catch his breath. "Brent?" Shawn's voice was muffled through the door. "You alright in there? You've been in there for hours."
Brent hesitated, then called out, "Yes, just... just sleeping."
"Sleeping, huh? You sure?
You don't sound like you're sleeping. I can hear you breathing like you just ran a mile."
Brent hesitated, his body still throbbing with need. "I'm... I'm good, Shawn. Just need some rest."
Silence on the other side. Then, "Alright, man. But if you change your mind, just say the word. I'm here to help."
Brent could almost see the smirk on Shawn's face as he said it. He lay back on his bed, his cock still pulsing with need. He knew he couldn't keep this up. He needed release, and soon.
Brent’s hand trembled as he wrapped it around his cock again, the sensation of his own touch almost too much to bear. He could feel every inch of himself, every nerve ending on fire, every ridge and vein standing out in stark relief. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stroked himself, the pre-cum leaking from his slit making his grip slick.
The door creaked open, and Shawn stepped into the room, his eyes scanning Brent's body. "Fuck, man," he muttered, his voice raw with desire.
"You need help, don't you?" His eyes flicked up to meet Brent's gaze, the lust in them undeniable. "Let me help you."
Brent hesitated, his hand still on his cock. He could feel the heat of Shawn's gaze like a physical touch, and he knew he wanted this, needed this. He nodded, his breath hitching as Shawn closed the door behind him and stepped closer.
Shawn's hands were rough, calloused from years of workouts and rough play. He gripped Brent's hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above his waistband.
His jockstrap was already tented obscenely, his cock straining against the thin fabric. Brent's breath hitched as Shawn's hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above his cock.
"Fuck, man," Shawn growled, his voice low and harsh. "You're so goddamn hard."
Brent could only whimper in response, his body trembling with need. Shawn chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down Brent's spine. He reached for the waistband of his jockstrap, hooking his thumbs into the elastic and yanking it down.
His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, already glistening with pre-cum. Brent's eyes widened as he took in the sight of it, his throat dry with anticipation.
"Jesus, Shawn," Brent whispered, his voice hoarse. "You're... fuck."
Shawn chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Brent's cock twitch in response. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice laced with challenge. He gripped himself, giving his shaft a slow stroke, his eyes never leaving Brent's face.
Brent nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Yeah, I fucking like what I see,” he managed to choke out, his voice thick with desire.
Shawn smirked, his grip tightening on his cock. “Good. Because I’m going to fucking give it to you like you’ve never had it before.”
The words sent a jolt of electricity through Brent’s body, his cock throbbing even harder. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe he was about to have sex with his roommate—his fucking jock roommate, no less. But he couldn’t deny the heat building between them, the raw, primal need that hung heavy in the air. Shawn’s cock was a monster, thick and long, the head already glistening with precum. Brent’s mouth watered at the sight, his own cock pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Shawn took a step closer, his body towering over Brent. He could feel the heat radiating off Shawn’s skin, smell the musk of his sweat and the faint tang of the jockstrap he’d just discarded. Shawn’s grip tightened around his own cock, the veins in his forearm standing out with the effort.
“Fuck, Brent,” Shawn growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“You want this cock, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to take all of me?”
Brent could only nod, his mouth too dry to speak. The sight of Shawn standing over him, his massive cock in hand, was almost too much to bear. He could feel the slickness of his own pre-cum on his stomach, could smell the sharp, musky scent of his own arousal.
Shawn gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug that made Brent’s eyes widen. “Look at you,” Shawn murmured, his gaze raking over Brent’s body.
“So fucking needy. You want my cock, don’t you?”
Brent whimpered, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he braced himself on his elbows. Shawn’s words were filthy, obscene, and they sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat of Shawn’s gaze like a physical touch, could feel the weight of his cock, heavy and thick, just inches from his face.
“You want to suck it, don’t you?” Shawn’s voice was a low growl, and he took another step closer, his cock bobbing in front of Brent’s face.
“I fucking dare you to take it, Brent. Show me what that pretty little mouth is capable of.”
Brent licked his lips, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. He reached out tentatively, his hand shaking as he wrapped his fingers around Shawn’s thick shaft. It was hot and heavy in his hand, the skin smooth and taut over the hard muscles beneath. Shawn groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Brent’s hand tightened around him.
Brent looked up at Shawn, his eyes wide and eager. “I want to,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“I want to taste you, Shawn.”
Shawn’s eyes darkened, and he growled, “That’s a good boy. But first, I want to see that tight little ass of yours.”
Brent’s heart skipped a beat as Shawn spun him around and pushed him onto the bed so that he was on all fours. He could feel Shawn’s hot breath on his back as he leaned over him, his hands gripping Brent’s hips firmly.
“Fuck, Brent,” Shawn breathed, running his hands over Brent’s ass, tracing the crack with his fingers.
“You’re so fucking tight, I bet you’ve never had anything bigger than your own fingers in here, have you?”
Brent shook his head, his breath coming in short gasps. “No, never.”
Shawn chuckled, a low, dark sound that made Brent’s cock throb. “Well, we’re about to change that, aren’t we?”
Brent felt Shawn’s fingers sliding down his crack, spreading him open. He gasped as Shawn’s tongue replaced his fingers, licking him from his balls to his puckered hole.
“Fuck, Shawn!” Brent cried out, his fingers gripping the sheets as he tried to keep his balance. Shawn’s tongue was rough and wet, probing and teasing, making Brent’s body shake with desire.
“You taste fucking amazing,” Shawn growled, his voice muffled against Brent’s skin. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand, the cap popping open with a soft click. Brent could hear the wet, squelching sound as Shawn poured it onto his fingers.
He spread Brent’s cheeks wider, sliding a lube-slicked finger slowly into his tight hole.
Brent gasped, arching his back and pushing back against the intrusion. He felt the burn as Shawn’s finger pushed deeper, stretching him open.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Shawn groaned, working his finger in and out, twisting and turning to open Brent up wider. “Your little virgin hole is fucking gripping me like a vice.”
Brent could only moan in response, his body shaking with the intense sensations. It hurt, but the pain was mixed with pleasure, a dark, forbidden thrill that made his cock leak more pre-cum onto the sheets.
Shawn worked him open with slow, deliberate fingers, adding a second finger after some time, and Brent bit down on the pillow to stifle his cries.
“That’s it, take it like a good boy,” Shawn murmured, his voice a harsh growl. “You want my cock in here, don’t you? You want to feel me fucking you deep and hard?”
Brent nodded, his face flushed and sweaty, his body trembling with need. “Yes, yes, I want it,” he gasped out.
Shawn chuckled, a filthy sound that made Brent’s insides clench. Because you’re going to get it, Brent. All of it.”
Shawn slipped his fingers out of Brent’s ass, leaving him feeling empty and aching. Brent looked over his shoulder, watching as Shawn slicked up his massive cock with more lube. It glistened in the dim light, the head already leaking precum.
“Fuck,” Brent whispered, his ass clenching in anticipation. “You’re so big.”
“I know,” Shawn said, his voice thick with lust.
Shawn eased forward, his thick cock spreading Brent’s ass wide open. Brent gritted his teeth, the pain overwhelming but mixed with a dark, carnal pleasure that made him moan.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Shawn groaned, his hands gripping Brent’s hips harder. “You feel so fucking good.”
Brent could only whimper in response, the sensation of being filled so completely stealing his breath. Shawn’s cock was relentless, pushing deeper until Brent felt like he was going to split in two.
Shawn paused, bracing himself, and then with a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in Brent's ass. Brent screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow, his body arching off the bed as he tried to accommodate Shawn's massive cock. The stretch was unbearable, a searing fire that rippled through his core, but beneath it was a raw, primal pleasure that made his toes curl. Shawn’s hands gripped his hips like a vice, holding him in place as he bottomed out, his breath hot and ragged against Brent’s back. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Shawn growled, his voice trembling with restraint.
Shawn held still for a moment, letting Brent adjust to the fullness, his breath hot against Brent's neck. "You alright?" he murmured, his voice rough with concern. Brent could feel the throb of Shawn’s cock inside him, the way it pulsed with every beat of his heart, and it made his own body tremble. He nodded, tears streaming down his face, his body still trembling from the force of Shawn's penetration. “Yeah, just… just a lot,” he managed to choke out, his voice raw and shaky. The ache was still there, but it was mingling with something deeper, something that made his stomach clench and his cock throb.
Shawn chuckled, a low, possessive sound that sent shivers down Brent's spine. "You have no idea," he muttered, and then he began to move, slowly at first, testing the waters. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through Brent's body, stretching him open wider and wider until he thought he would tear. But he couldn't deny the pleasure, the dark, forbidden thrill of being filled so completely by Shawn's cock. The wet, slick sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, mingling with Brent’s ragged gasps and Shawn’s low groans.
Shawn’s pace quickened, his hips grinding against Brent’s ass, his hands gripping Brent’s hips tighter. Brent could feel every inch of Shawn’s cock inside him, every ridge and vein, every pulse of his arousal. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of Shawn’s thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving Brent’s face into the pillow. “Fuck, Brent,” Shawn panted, his voice rough with exertion. “You’re taking it so fucking good.”
Brent moaned, his voice raw with need, his body shaking with each thrust. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel the intense, overwhelming pleasure of being fucked by Shawn. His cock was leaking, pre-cum pooling on the sheets beneath him, and he reached down to stroke himself, desperate for release. Shawn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles straining with the effort. He was close, Brent could feel it, the tension building in his body like a coiled spring.
"Fuck, Brent," Shawn groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so fucking good. So tight." His thrusts became erratic, slamming into Brent with a force that made him cry out. Brent could feel the heat building in his own body, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his groin. And then, just as Brent thought he couldn't take anymore, Shawn exploded inside him, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Brent cried out, his own body convulsing as he came along with Shawn, his cum shooting onto the sheets.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Shawn remained inside Brent, his cock throbbing and pulsing, filling him with warmth. Brent’s legs were trembling, his ass still clenching around Shawn’s softening length, and he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Shawn chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, and pulled out slowly, making Brent wince at the sudden emptiness.
The door creaked open, and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. Brent’s dad. He froze, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the scene before him. The air in the room thickened, the smell of sweat and sex suddenly suffocating. Brent’s dad’s face was a mask of shock and disbelief, his mouth hanging open, his eyes darting between Brent and Shawn, their naked bodies intertwined on the bed. A small bottle lay on the bedside table, the label glinting in the dim light. His dad’s eyes narrowed as he recognized it, his expression shifting from shock to anger.
"Brent... what the FUCK is going on here?!" he roared, his voice shaking with rage, the locker room suddenly silent except for their ragged breathing. Brent’s heart plummeted, his stomach twisting into knots as he scrambled to cover himself. “Dad, I—it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered, his voice trembling. But his dad’s eyes were fixed on the bottle, his jaw clenched tight. “Those are my pills,” he said, his voice deadly calm. “What the hell are you doing with them?” Brent’s throat went dry, his mind racing for an explanation, but there was none. The weight of his dad’s gaze bore down on him, and he knew there was no way out of this.