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Otto's Workout
🕑 Added 2021-06-22 09:00:22 +0000 UTCSchool was a real bitch this term. Otto had managed to scraped C’s and D’s for the most part, but today, he’d gotten a 33% on a chemistry test – when the class average was a 94%. Afterward, he’d carelessly stuffed the failing exam into his backpack and gone to the gym to work off his frustrations.
It worked like a charm, too. Everyone at Senyoko High knew he was a showoff and a horndog, and he only had to strip down in the locker-room before guys started giving him ‘the grin.’ The one that said his body was turning him on almost as much as he turned himself on. And lucky for Otto, today was chest day – his favorite day of the week.
After working up a sweat on the treadmill, he stuffed his bag under one of the benches, then took off his gym shirt and lay down to start doing bench presses. He smirked, closing his eyes contently while he benched. It was only a matter of time before his glorious pecs scored him some ass. He just had to keep pumping, savor the burn, and eventually-
“Hey, hey, it’s dangerous to bench without a spotter! Don’t you even know that, you stupid beefcake?”
The degrading, nasally voice made his eyes fly open in shock. Looming over his face was fat, veiny monster of a dick that made even his own ten-incher look pathetic. “What the f-!... How…” His arms wobbled for an instant, just shy of full extension.
Thankfully the owner of the cock took a step forward to help steady the bar – and in doing so, gave Otto an eyeful of the fat, sperm-filled balls that went with his dick. “See?” chimed the dweebish voice. “You would’ve dropped it on yourself if I hadn’t been here to catch it.”
Of course, Otto had only faltered because he was distracted. The powerful odor of cheap body spray (which anyone who walks through the locker-room can’t help but acquiring) had mingled with the nerd’s natural, hormone-rich musk. The alchemical vapor that resulted was neither pleasant, nor sickening. It was… befuddling.
“I would… what?” Otto said, suddenly feeling very stupid and lightheaded. He gasped for more air, and in doing so he made his pecs swell against his accoster’s humid cock. His own dick, meanwhile, was only semi-chubbed and already drooling pre as it snuck down his thigh and peeked out the leg of his gym shorts.
The stranger started to laugh in his grating voice. Around them, Otto heard a chorus of other giggles and whispers. “Man, you are stupid! No wonder your geography teacher asked me to tutor you!"
All of a sudden, Otto realized that he knew that voice. His eyes went wide, and he hastily set the bar back in its rack. “E-Evan?! What-”
“Wrong!” The cock prodding his pecs lifted, then smacked back down hard enough to make Otto gasp. “My name is Nevil! God, you’re hopeless! The professor told me you were struggling, but you’re worse than I thought! I’m not sure I can help you.” Nevil had been enjoying the sight of the jock’s body during this little speech of his. Everyone knew Otto was fuccboi, but he’d never seen the guy without his shirt before. His pecs were bigger than some girl’s tits!
All around, Otto heard gasps as his dick reached full mast, nearly touching his knee and gushing pre all over the bench. Then the geek’s gigantic cock came down so hard and heavy on his chest that it hurt! In surprise, he opened his mouth wide, arched his back, and wound up with Nevil’s sack in his mouth. His lips and tongue started working over the churning balls without a second thought.
Nevil, started to howl with laughter. “Oh my god, that was so easy! I didn’t even have to tell you to start sucking my balls! My manly nutsack just too good to resist? Alright, let’s see if you’re even worth tutoring.” A trail of spit connected Otto’s lips to Nevil’s dick for a second as the nerd leaned back. Then Otto came around the bench to straddle his new ‘pupil’s’ abs and slap his dick down between those meaty pillows. “I’ve just got a reeeeal simple multiple choice for you. Answer this one right, and I’ll tutor you. ‘Men have: A) Pecs, or B) Tits.’”
Unfortunately, Otto’s eyes were still swiveling about, and he had only caught the very last part of the question. “Wha-… B-boobies?”
Nevil wasn’t the only one in the gym who laughed at the answer. “Woooooow! I can’t tell if that was wishful thinking, or if you’re really that stupid.” He licked his lips. “But if that’s what you want…”
While the stupefied jock blinked and gulped, Nevil filled his hands with Otto’s pecs and started to squeeze them around his shaft. They weren't quite as soft as Dakota’s melons, perhaps, but there was something sensual about those density of those rippling mounds. “Flex for me, slut!”
Thick drops of pre were rolling down Otto’s throat, and he had to keep gulping to stop his mouth from overflowing. Dizzy and obedient, he started to bounce his pecs alternately, massaging Nevil’s dick back and forth, and milking the nerd's addictive pre even faster.
Nevil groaned and rolled his hips faster, fucking Otto’s throat and his chest at the same time. "Hahaha! You brainless, muscle-bound freak! You’re even easier than they say you are! Why do you even bother with school? A dumbass himbo like you is never gonna make anything of himself!" Why the other Senyoko students watched, Nevil started smacking Otto’s tits this way and that, tweaking his sensitive nipples. From the way the beefy stud's dick was twitching, nobody could doubt that he was loving it. “Yeeeeeeah, you like that. Drinking sperm is way better than studying, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you rather drink my protein than worry about tests?”
“Mhmmmm,” Otto moaned. A moment later, Nevil’s cock started to bulge, throb, and fire a hearty load down his throat. The muscle-stud groaned with pleasure, gulping worshipfully and bucking his hips as his own dick fired a comparatively-puny cum-shot (only 4 pints’ worth) across the floor, soaking his school bag and his only change of clothes.
“That’s right! I knew it! You’re just a beefed up fuccboi!” Nevil crowed, now standing up so he could grope Otto’s pecs more roughly. “Lucky for you, I'm an 'equal opportunities' tutor, and these bloated things are just as good as a girl's. Stop by the ONAHOLE club tomorrow, and you can start putting that body to use pleasing real men!"
While he spoke, Nevil removed a tag from his pocket and clipped it to Otto’s ear. The jock just smiled happily around his mouthful of dick and gulped, and gulped, and gulped. As much as he swallowed, though, more still leaked out the sides of his lips and left his face plastered to the bench. He was almost sad to see the nerd go and take that enormous, tasty dick with him.
Lucky for Otto, there was still a whole gym full of horny Senyoko boys who’d gotten all hot and bothered from watching Nevil’s latest conquest. By morning, everyone would know that the Senyoko ONAHOLE club had just inducted its very first "Himbo-model" ONAHOLE.
