Muscle Magnetism: Attract


Written by Septia.


A bird's flight from city center — where the sun aligns with the horizons desolate mountains — a PLUG institution stands at the rim of the forest that had until that point consumed all in its path. A network of accommodations spread out from the campus. All modest accommodations for students, with at most two rooms and a co-shared space with kitchens. Housings deeper in the forest nets you a longer walk to campus, in return for cheap affordable rents, especially when split, and that crucial amenity for the mature adolescents: privacy. 


“That'll do me,” Fekito mused, just as he swirled his fingers over the orange-girthed butt-plug, meaning it was about a third the size of his briachioradials. The oily substance crinkled as solidifying meringue. And a daub of the onyx gunk laid smeared over his finger, a black butter that shimmered from the sparse lighting of the closed curtains. Fekito laid the finger against his tongue, saliva pooling around the grease, and dragged it down to scrape off the hydrophobic cream, gliding freely on the sheet of saliva building in his mouth, until it was tamed and smeared flat under his decisive lips. 
	“Mmmfs, aah yeah.” He mumbled as he splayed his thighs, quads squeaking, waist pronounced, chiseled abs in the slumped back pose to wedge the plug in between his steel-hams. -Squglsllssgh- The grease creaked as it eased the way through the buff bulk, towards Fekito's hungry hole. The plug was consumed by his ass; something of this size was hardly a challenge, instead, it had a particular function… 
	“Phoo fmsm, oh pack it up, won't wanna lose the shipment,” he huffed and whipped back his straight, sleek black hair, saturated in sweat. 
	Down his bowels laid the bulk of two days without bathroom access, a pillar of muck that curled back into his bowels and straightened out the path of slick meat around the ramming bar of filth. The plug was big enough to hold it back, though small enough that it would need help, least it shoots out as a bottlerocket. 
	“Mmfs, mmfs, ooh yeah, closing in…,” the boy said with a huff, leaning back on a tower of pillows to rest his sweaty, muscular form. And… as he began to feel the pressure force the plug outwards his cheeks reflexively clenched to haul it back, he flicked a switch on a remote. 
	-Bbrwwzt- A video picture frame by his nightstand flashed over to a close up of a wide smiling face. Light cyan eyes – a treasure of emerald – smoothed facial features with an accent of maturity, and long strands of wheat blonde hair framing their complexion. 
	“Mnhfhghg… Bysia, oh yeah, harder,” Fekito mumbled to himself, feeling the kinetic force of his plug construction forcing the length of manure back up his ass, matching the imaginary length he had assigned to his roommate's shaft. “Mfms, you hold back and I'll beat you up,” he huffed out, switching pictures, going through a series of intimately framed photos of his tall, muscular bust. His heart pumped and his pecks shook as a load of gelatin, the hardened sinew reduced to jelly at the thought of Bysia riding him with such vigor. It was great, and it was going to be even better. Fekito felt his member throb out of his shorts, smacking onto his abs. He guided the mast between the canyon of brawn, massaging the length of pounding pork. 
	"Immf I'm not some bitch, I can take all fmsm, your punishment, finish me off,” He wheezed out between clenched teeth, as the pumping reached its apex. 
	There was a knock at his door. 
	“Fakey? Tennis practice beat me sore from here to next week, are you ok with me swiping a few energy ice creams?” 
	Fekito's teeth clasped shut in despair, freezing in place on the bed, shaft leaking with tethers of jelly webbing onto the hills of abs and trickling down to mingle with puddles of sweat down his side. 
	“Are you doing ok? Did you break something?” Bysia opened the door. 
	In a fit of panic Fekito swung two pillows over his shaft, compressing them to shield his cock from view. 
	“J-jeeze, Bro I am fine, you know me, take as much as you want, k?” He attempted to avoid eye contact, though there was a magnetic force persuading him otherwise. Eye latched onto Bysia, having to bend down to fit his head through the door frame, and the bent angle… gave him a perfect view of Bysia's chest, pecs that were out of this world, padded beyond bursting and then injected with even more bulk, jutting out two head lengths from the rest of Bysia's solid physique, two square comically sized marshmallows grafted onto his frame… 
	“Easy, just wanted to make sure my roommate was alright, it was nothing.” He said, and smiled. 
	Fekito quivered, he had to hide his erection, though… in plain view, those pecs reminded him an awful lot of the pillows he used to quench his cock… despite the pillows unable to measure up to Bysia's sheer volume... Fekito's mind filled in the gap. His primal brain stimulated with the fantasy of cramming his cock in the plush embrace of Bysia’s chest… -Chhrrc- The pillows creaked and shook under the mounting pressure. 
	“Just giving my muscles a rest with some yoga, makes me feel every stretch of brawn and lets em relax.” Fekito was surprised at how convincing he sounded. 
	“Oh, that's sweet, could you show me?” 
	“…” 
	“You, look a bit inexperienced still.” 
	“Yeah, right, so once I get a hang of it,” he said quenching another rumble from his crotch, “I'll give you the full tour.” 
	“Looking forward to it,” Bysia ensured and slipped out, the door shutting behind him. 
	“Mffhh… phhaa…” Fekito sighed resigning himself to strangle his urges until they could deal with them at night. 


~ 1 ~


“I know you've heard this before, but… basketball, you'd be a home run, man,” Fekito announced as he sauntered up to the couch, cracking open a can of fizz and seating himself. -Chhrnnzza- The cushioning of the furniture displacing under the square bulk of his gluteus maximus, settling in the crater his ass had formed for months. 
	“I get enough of that in urndunk, and tennis, and running, just not into it,” Bysia said. He gestured to get a sip of the can after Fekito had his fill.
	 Enough time had passed so his erection wasn't a bother anymore, besides, both of them sitting down, breaking the couch into grooves around their bulk, felt homely. “There is softball, you'd be a dead ringer, your slams are out of this world, and.” He took a while to relax, eyes glazing past the series on the screen, to peek at the mountain besides him, tall enough to hit the middle of the poster behind the couch even whilst seated, bust buffed up, which made Fekito wonder if Bysia could even see his own feet propped up on the table behind those pecs. “Speaking of softballs, there must be some balloon bitches over there, huh, I've seen girls smack the ball with the downswing of their tits.” 
	This made Bysia chuckle and cough up some fizz through his nose, wiping it off and sighing. “Yeah, theres Idelle, she's got tits for days, I can't even see where they end and her torso begins, if her boob.” 
	“Unless her boobs devoured her torso,” Fekito piped in, to Bysia's amusement. His lip… trembled, then moved of their own accord. “She's got nothing on your tits though, bug bites in comparison.” 
	Bysia chuckled, and avoided looking over, only dragging his hand down this tank top covered chest, ”hahh, suppose so, yeah. I mean, if you are into that sort of thing.” 
	Silence, loomed above their heads, sinking down as an ocean of awkwardness. 
	“I know I do.” 
	This, on the other hand, made Fekito's head turn. The attempt to escape, only dragged them deeper down the depths. Fekito's vision bobbed between Bysia's face, and the pronounced muscle pillows resting right below. 
	“Idelle?” 
	“Big, chests, bigger the better, “ Fekito mumbled, turning back to the screen. 
	“Like Idelle's?” 
	“Yeah…” 
	“Or like mine?” 
	-GhmL- Fekito swallowed. 
	“Cause you said, mine are a lot bigger, and maybe a bit, but you are stacked as well in not just the chest area, you could fit at least, one and half Idelle to match your thighs. 
	“Ehea, yeah, probably,” Fekito said, smacking his lips., “if you, care about that sort of junk.” 
	He scooched, ever so little, closer to Bysia on the couch, the small movement enough to announce his shift by a choire of creaking springs. 
	“Y-yeah, maybe I- I do.” 
	“Been a, bit since I heard you stammer outside of class, bud,” Fekito said. 
	“Just, a lot to think ab-… a-about.” 
	“More than, your pecs?” 
	“More than your thighs?” the two's gazes locked in on each other. You are huffing,” Bysia pointed out, Fekito wiped hover his mouth, saliva leaving a puckered smear along his forearm. 
	“Get pretty excited thinking about, stuff.” 
	“Like Idelle?” 
	“Yeah, ever, thought about how I'd feel to, grope those? Would they be soft, or… unyielding.” 
	Bysia bit his lip, the two a thumb away from each other. “More solid than you'd think, I bet her legs are s-softer.” He leaned in. 
	“Those are the solid part, though if she relaxed, I bet they'd be soft enough to just, sink into.” 
	“Yeah, soft to grope, they tensed up like a fortress of pillows too, just a touch of resistance as you'd lay your head on them.” 
	“Or even nestled in between them, that chest could swallow my head anyday…” Fekito huffed, supporting himself against Bysia's arms. The distance between them diminishing by the second. 
	“All that plushness just there to reach and massage for days on end,” Bysia huffed, a droplet of snot generously mixed with fizz swelling and deflating under his nostril between breaths, bubbles on bubbles of steamy mucus, soon close enough Fekito could feel the warmth radiating from the fresh snot. 
	“And then her cock, gotta imagine how that feels, right? Ever think if is as big as you wanna imagine it to be?” 
	Mere noses away from each other, the two held still, showering one another in their sultry heaves of breath. The scale of embarrassment had gone far enough to be immeasurable, back to a stable state of mutual understanding. 
	“-You…,”
 Bysia huffed out, “aren't really talking about Idelle, are you?” 
	Fekito huffed, shaking his head. “Y-yeah…” 
	Bysia swallowed. “Same.”


Bysia's arms embraced him, the toned biceps bulking at his back to buffer him forwards. Lips, moistened by snot — rammed into his own, splatters of minuscule droplets staining their mouths, drooping down like dew as they locked lips. 
	Taken aback, Fekito's arms rattled, biceps quaking as he wrapped them around the handsome blonde, his biceps flexing, inflating into mountains of brawn dragging Bysia's form into his own, as the giant did the same. As they exchanged mouthfuls of saliva each felt their arm muscles dancing at their backs, massaging and grinding into them, the boys falling onto one another, their instinct wanting nothing more than to hug, the barrier that had built up from caution over the years, crumbling at the bulwark and freeing them. Actions spoke for them. 
	“Mmaa, amwmgf,” Fekito huffed as he ground his chest into Bysia's he felt the bust bend and moulding around his. 
	Bysia suckled down on his roommate's cheek, gnawing on the supple, pristine flesh and painting strokes of saliva onto him. 
	Fekito retaliated and lapped up greedily over Bysia's lips, his tongue rolling out layer of steamy slobber, till it reached up at the nose, -Sqhhesllsu- the snot bubble smothered under the weight of his tepid tongue, carpeted into a hurl of boogerslime he swiped and smeared with laps and slurps, tongue wining up to burrow into the nostril itself, cramming up the narrow gab and spreading wide in the chamber of snot, webs of phlegm netting his tongue as he swirled it to and fro, tasting the onslaught of salty sweetness and jamming it up again and again. His tongue withdrew with a lattice of phlegm around it, caged in yellowed strands he slurped in to stain his teeth in the crackling patten.
	“D-did you just?” 
	“Yeahdmm I did and it was delicious.” 
	“Ommg, tha is so hot,” Bysia admitted, his body practically colliding with Fekito's. 
	“Horny enough to take me for a wild ride right here?” he called out. 
	“Your ass is mine, I've wanted to get a good look of it for so long,” Bysia howled and flexed his thighs as he fiddled with the buttons on his shorts, grunting as he fell down in the couch together with Fekito who spread his legs so the table was knocked over and cans rolled out over the floor. 
	“Mgmhrhrgaa,” He gowled in primal ferocity, his triceps engorging and shredding through his shorts, -Shhtrlth- his shaft swelling forth to heave his underwear out of the way, a throbbing length as long as a fresh cucumber fidgeting into the hold of Fekito's cheeks, buns warping round against the pillar of meat burrowing inside. The two still embraced ttght as a pair of magnets, -Shwhtlsh- with thrusts and heaves Bysia's cock latched onto the greased up plug, -Ppthhwto- and shoved it aisde, heaving it out from Fekito's chambers; Bysia's manhood was making a statement, this is my ass. 
	-Crrsnnh- The wooden floor beneath the couch squealed in an accent of chalk following Bysia's thrusts, his. His mast delved into Fekito's depths, till his crotch matched up under his jostling sack. The music of meat slab grinding on a muddied chamber echoed along the creaks of agonized floorboards, Fekito's abs rising and deforming along the oval bulge prodding in and out underneath, engorging his rectum with the girth of Bysia's mast. 
	”Mmgms, pahaa, what was it you said, about my slam f… dunks?” Bysia called out as he retracted his shaft, to crash it back into the sandwiching hold of booty sealing in Fekito's pucker, -Shhrlsth- the smearing grind of dropping a bowling ball down a mud pit rumbling within them, as Bysia's shaft dunked into the couped up mass of chocolate gruel lodged down the musty colon. 
	“Of course you are a natural, feels limfms, like you are ripping me in half,” before Bysia could respond Fekito tugged him in tighter, feeling the bust mash into his chest, his jaw resting on the top of the firm cleavage, “and I'm gonna mmfs, lap up everything you can dish out.” 
	Bysia felt a surge of energy course through his frame, chest buffing outwards to smother Fekito's face, which he grabbed the back of and jammed in against his muscles, grooves forming around where Fekito's head wedged between the major pecs, moulding to his frame as plush clay whist his body rattled in Bysia's thrusts. 
	“Can't belfmsm, how little, struggle your as is putting up, fmsmf, feels like I am sticking my cock down a hot tub of icecream,” he mumbled out, knees digging deep into the couch so springs burst below, the thrusts coming quicker, ramping up in force as they stirred the slop of muddy mulch In the depts, dipping into the sultry mulch and cocooning his shaft, adding only to the girth that swelled Fekito's straightened bowels.
	Fekito felt a taste of oil on his lips, noticing specks of black grease on his roommate's lips shared, “Mmf, have you been kissing your ride fms, behind my back?” 
	“Shut your face, fmms, the only ride I need mgm is y-syy.” Fekito stammered, feeling the trusts grow harder, then Bysia planted his face onto him, lips glued in an intimate exchange of snot, grease and oodles of spittle. Their cheeks swelled as they muffled each others groans, Bysia's cock swelling to unleash a mighty howl. 
	“Mfm, s fmwmf mwm.” 
	“MFM, fmmwpffhf.” Their groans of pleasure peeked when Bysia's mast erupted in spunk, white custard thicker than pudding breaking through the cask of colon chocolate and dousing the bowels ahead of it in a shower of pearly glue. Fekito's lower abdomen warping as the cum inflated out his lower half in a dome of liquid lust, the two tongues swirling around one another in helixes of adoration as Fekito unloaded his storage of spunk; a union of meat, cream, and fudge… 


~ 2 ~


Afterglow loomed, thick as syrup. -Chhrlslgsths- the crinkling of bowel goo rippled through the silent heaves and huffs, as Bysia slumped back in the displaced couch. His shaft excavated from the brown depths, smeared in a crackled coating of terracotta. -Shthtspo- The tip dislodged and a puddle of alabaster paste drooled out of both the pucker and his mast, the area around his tip burst apart from the ejaculation, freeing the throbbing meat from its stinky sarcophagus. 
	“Phhaaa.” he huffed, slumped back in the couch, the cushions groaning in despair as his body bounced on the pillows, breath raspy and tattered as he stared up into the ceiling. 
	“Is this reality?” he asked above, the ceiling did not feel like answering. It was as plain as it always was, but what happened underneath it, was far from the ordinary. 
	-Shhrrlslpt- -shhrllth- Slurps and suckles of fresh saliva peeked his attention. He glanced to and fro, then felt a rush of pleasure shaking his frame. Fekito hunched, perched over his crotch, biceps undulating from tension, grinding up against Fekito's head as his arms groped around to sink their digits into Bysia's ass, whilst his tongue wrapped around the monolith of muck, sweeping up droves of butt fudge and melding the crevices from crumpled concrete to smoothed asphalt. 
	A few grunts of pleasure passed his lips, all he could muster whilst the warmth of Fekito's tongue serviced his mast, that pristine face grinding to leave long streaks of gruel all across, painting scribbles in brown crayon lubricated by fresh saliva, when globules of the muck grew sloppy he puckered his lips around them, suckled the chunk of manure free and limped around the crater of stained flesh underneath, gnawing up his own fudge to paste and guzzling every mouthfull like savoring succulent nectars. ”MFms, you are so, much dirtier than I coul've imagined,” Bysia huffed out, his shaft slowly starting to grow limp, diminishing so the cocoon of crud around it sunk together above like a sock, though as Fekito kept licking it bolstered the girth of the mast again, shaking off droves of the manure as pieces of a puzzle, each crackled, creased shape drooping down around his crotch, nesting in between taut abs of clogging folds of muscles tainted brown. 
	“Can't have thifs, mmfss gunk, mm my gunk, dirty up your shaft,” Fekito said as he clamped his lips over the shaft, gobbling down till his cheek swelled around the girth. Bysia shaking as the suckles brought veins of hot drool down his shaft, puddling at the muddied base and arching over his thighs to sully the couch in gelatinous trash juice. 
	“Do you. D-do you wanna…” He started, though lost the overwhelming confidence that brought on by the overwhelming lust. 
	“Mmgthr?” Fekito mumbled, cock muffling him as he peered up. 
	“Do you wanna eat my ass just, eat my ass out, I really have to take, take a dump.” Bysia admitted, his cheeks blemished in peach. 
	Fekito's took on the same fluster. 


~ 3 ~


 “Mmf, can you reach it?” Bysia asked, peering down, having trouble spotting Fekito under his trapezius.
	“You are not, that, tall, fmmfs, gosh your ass is fire, I am burning up,” Fekito mumbled and ground up against the taut cheeks, prying them apart to slurp at the winking clutch betwixt, spreading spunk, mud and spots of black motor grease into the folds of rugose flesh. 
	“Mfms, aam heck that tongue is ma professional, have you been this good at licking but all these years?” 
	“Yea should have found out sooner, huh?” 
	“Sooo much sooner, mfms, get your face in there, mfms, prepare yourkfsmm.” he huffed out, groaning as his spit quivered open, clenching and gaping over a framed hunk of bowel fudge peeking its way through the brik of meat, raw umber waste as fat as a wrist squeaking like sheets of oiled wax rubbed together. 
	Fekito waited, seeing the chunk emerge, cracking with fractures, parting open and expunging mists of steam, all drained in to his eager, slobbered nostrils.
	“Mfms, paha, this smells
so rank, man you have been at that curry place again, we should go there together and pig out.” Fekito's hands shook, massaging Bysia's front as he leaned in, letting his nose run along the arch of the dung sausage, vacuuming in the stench till it came to the burly tip. 
	“Hfnngmmmrs,” -Pphhrrrlrbth- A release of gaseous pressure thrust the mound forwards -pslths- smashing into his nose, his open nostril quivering and stretching as the bile sloughed ahead. 
	"Fms fmwha, ahhm.” He huffed out, the drooping length of manure polluting his nasal chamber with the oozing, gummy steam, its presense radiating with raw sewage heat, and Fekito couldn't help but take it all in. -Shhrlrlpwth- The sound of a muddy jerky being pressed through a straw, he began to snort in the length of fresh filth, cramming his face deep up agains the groove of Bysia's ass as more and more of the fat loaf mangled up his nostrils, clogging up his nasal bride and funneled to the back of his throat. Fekito's eyes glazed over. The raw pungent rectum pepper stench infusing into his mind, imprinting a memory of this moment. Just this morning, he had been savoring to just feel Bysia's touch against him, and now he was breathing his roommate's unfiltered ass fudge. 
	“Mmfaawwhg…” He huffed out, -Shhrllrpsths- snorting down the length that compressed down his nostril, grinding in to feel sweat and butt tar mush into his face, feeling the stinking of the spicy ait down his eyes and over his lips, overtaking all of his senses. 
	“Mmmfs, mfaa, mfms, oooh I'm really clogged up, mfmsm, use some tongue work, could youffmsmhfhso heha,” He huffed out, wrapping his arms around himself as he felt a squishing -Shhrlrlspsu- slurp, and a stretch of his waist vacuumed right of his bowels, the pressure of the congested rectum mimicking a fat dick rolling and thrusting through his depths. “How are you tgmmgs this good?” He cried out, huffing and grinding his cheeks back into Fekito's face. Feeling his manure length dislodge. 
	-Shrllrpsth- Fekito inhaled the manure, swallowing so his gullet swelled with the outline of a crumbled dome of muck, and dove right in between the cheeks to press his snot smeared teeth against he oncoming droves of sludge. He suckled, smooched and lapped up at the grime, huffing his breath over the log and feeling saliva condense in drooping vines he dutifully suckled up along with the obease hunk of fatty filth. Molars clamping and chomping through the gruel as he burrowed his face in deeper to gnaw it all out, feeling the shakes and quivers form Bysia's throbbing hamstrings pinning his head in place. His maw filled with sludge, curls of the dung roping to clog his cheeks, which the rump clamped and pressed down his gullet, helping him keep up the pace with the storm of umber percolating form the deep crack. 
	“Mmf, ammpaar, mmaworh,” Fekito huffed out, and reeled back, an arc of mud connecting him to the sprawled wide rim, then he pried the stretched pit open, and jammed his hand straight up Bysia's ass, the pucker having to snap and warp around his forearm and blocked up at the engorged, toned bicep. 
	“Mmghhraa, wanghw, ghhah ahha…,” Bysia huffed and squealed, his bowels contorting, squelching and squeaking as a choire of smothered snails, his brim already congested with filth, but now pried to its limits hogging up Fekitos arm. “Mgmms, FMSH.” 
	He reached deeper, scooping up the manure from the colon, and with his maw wide agape at the exit, hauled out a whole sire of congealed butt fudge from Bysia's ass in one go, piling up in his mouth as sticky sludge and -Sppshgtgst- jamming up his face slathered in dung in one massive cowpat, a pancake of curled up dung he smeared in against Bysia's crack and ravenously tore though the mud cake, chomping and chewing through stacks of bile and continuously filling his throat with the rancid guttural produce. 
	“Mfm, s amwpthaa. Hahf…” Bysia's voice squealed in exhaustion, throes of pleasure rippling through him, as a lot of his frame went limp form the exhaustion, slumped back on Fekito like a nothing more than a toilet seat, though a toilet which he felt so much passion for, whom's every lap and slurp send tendrils of pleasure rippling through his veins. Even as he sat there, and he heard ths squelch and compressing of manure at his roommates face, his cock sprung to life. It rippled and shook with lustful energy, shaking off cocktails of Fekito's saliva, filth, and spunk gumming it all other. A few droplets of the discharge landing on the ruffled carpet below, flicked off like a booger on the table's overturned legs. 
	“MGF, mamwhg, mammoth,” Fekito gorged himself on the bales off filth pasted up in a rorchaque pattern over his face and Bysia's ass, slurping to mingle the mud stains with saliva, washing it out from a deep umber to a softer auburn shade against Bysia's pale skin. Each mouthful tasting of alcohol distilled from mud soaked pepper and fermented in gymsocks, and it all bore the damp, berry rich musk of Bysia he had known to adore over these past years together with him. Even as Bysia's supply ran dry, he kept this face lodged in, suckling, kissing, lapping up every last speck of it, sharing in the chorus of moans with his paralyzed roommate. Only trace amounts of fifth ever made it so far as to soil the carpet or couch, as the boys share the filth between themselves, every speck of heated sweat, saliva and fetid manure a precious nectar the two shared, in a union they had only dreamed of. 


~ 4 ~


Bysia had felt trapped in a dream. Standing in the shower, head reaching above the shower head as it poured water down his chest, washing away filth in streams of brown that trickle down his chest. It collected in a muddy river at his cleavage. A triangular riverbed between the firm, taught pectorals. He swayed his upper body, letting it splashes free, cheek clapping together rand meeting splashes of water drain through the resulting gap.
	It felt… wrong. It felt. Unreal. Even standing in the shower, he didn't, want this. He wanted to go back to Fekito. Though, once the rush of lust wore off they had both been, so quiet. He scratched his rear. After he had given his roommate everything he had. After that, hour of afterglow, they had separated. Perhaps, he needed time to process things too. They had gone from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. Bysia clenched his fist. The one thing he knew, was that t, the one thing he wished for, was that this, was just a pit stop.