As the sun slowly rises, it casts a warm and inviting glow over Griffin's dorm room. The twenty-year-old college junior and star of the football team lies asleep, his muscular body draped in a light white sheet.
Despite the disheveled state of his short, light brown hair, it frames his chiseled face to perfection. His straight and prominent nose accentuates his piercing blue eyes, which sparkle like precious gems even in the dimness of the morning. Thick and dark eyebrows add a touch of masculinity to his otherwise refined features. A strong and defined chin gives him an air of authority and self-assuredness, while his square jawline further accentuates his masculine appearance. As he sleeps soundly, his lips part ever so slightly, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth that seem to glow in the soft morning light.
The bedroom where Griffin lies asleep is a vivid reflection of his personality, every detail imbued with his persona. Posters of scantily-clad women adorn the walls, their sultry gazes locked onto anyone who enters. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and musk, his dirty football practice clothes haphazardly scattered around the room. A few socks, stiff from dried sweat, lay crumpled in a corner, while a couple of jockstraps, still damp from use, dangle from a doorknob. Empty beer cans lie scattered throughout the room, testament to the previous night's debauchery.
As the morning light creeps in, Griffin stirs from his slumber, feeling a familiar throbbing sensation between his legs. He opens his eyes to see his morning glory, turgid and eager outlined beneath the sheet. His arms stretch high above his head, exposing the tufts of thick, dark hair of his armpits, and he lets out a contented sigh as he feels the stiffness of sleep dissipating from his limbs.
As Griffin takes in the air around him, his nostrils are filled with the familiar scent of his own musky masculinity. It's an intoxicating aroma that he's become intimately familiar with. With each deep breath, the scent seems to ignite a fire within him, stoking the flames of his desire and making his erection grow harder. It's as if his body is responding instinctively to the scent, unable to resist the powerful pull of his own masculinity. The sensation is overwhelming, and he feels himself becoming lost in the heady mix of pleasure and desire.
Griffin's strong, calloused hands instinctively travel down to his crotch, where he lightly rubs the sheet over the frenulum of his penis, eliciting shivers of pleasure that course through his body. His balls tingle and draw tight, while his nipples harden, visible through the sheet that barely conceals his chiseled chest. "Fuck," he growls, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, as a bead of precum escapes the tip of his penis and is absorbed by the sheet. His skin tingles as he runs his fingers over his taut, muscled stomach.
With a confident grin, Griffin yanks the light white sheet off his body, revealing the impressive sight of his pulsating member and the rest of his muscular physique. His chiseled chest rises and falls with each breath as his thick forefinger lightly tickles the frenulum, causing his erection to gently throb. A jolt of pleasure courses through his body as he takes in the sight of his girthy, powerful cock.
Griffin's erection is a true wonder to behold, standing tall and proud with an undeniable air of dominance. As if imbued with a life force of its own, all 7.5 inches of his shaft pulse with energy and vitality. The veins bulge with intensity, throbbing in unison with the beat of his heart. His circumcision scar is prominent yet exquisitely even, leaving his skin taut and unblemished when fully erect. The mushroom head, plump and perfectly proportioned to the shaft, slopes beautifully to meet ridged edges and culminates in a puckered urethral opening at the tip.
Holding it at the base, he admires his perfect penis, smirking with satisfaction. "Destroyer," he thinks to himself, "So fuckin alpha." The pulsing of his shaft seems to echo his thoughts, further inflating his ego and pride.
Griffin's rugged hand envelops his throbbing member with a grip so firm and unyielding that it seems to pulse in response to his touch. He spreads his powerful and well-toned legs as far as they can go, his defined quadriceps bulging with each subtle shift of movement. He bends his knees and slides his massive jock feet together so their soft yet calloused soles touch.
His other hand grazes his furry pubes then traces upwards to his chiseled abs, the tips of his fingers running through the light brown hair with gentle caresses. It continues its journey to glide over his well-toned chest, coming to rest on his massive and solid pec. His manly thumb circles around the tip of his pinkish-brown nipple, eliciting warm and tingling sensations that travel around his whole body and end in his groin. Alternating between his nipples, his hand drags across his defined and lightly hairy chest to give each their desired attention.
All the while, Griffin never once breaks the rhythm of his masturbation. With the precision of a skilled craftsman, his firm yet gentle grip manipulates his member to his satisfaction. Despite the fact that he had released into the mouth of a slutty freshman sorority pledge the night before, his yearning this morning is completely renewed. The memory of her soft lips and warm tongue working his member, the feeling of control as he forced her head with the palm of his large hand, fuels his excitement further.
His erotic reminiscing causes a sudden and sharp spike in arousal. Quickly letting go, he watches in awe as his erection bounces in desperation for continued stimulation. "Not yet, not yet," he mutters, savoring the pleasure and delaying his gratification. As the intensity of the sensation fades, he resumes his stroking, each motion precise and measured, while his free hand moves to gently caress his balls.
"It's just like training bro. You're the fucking man, and you're in control," he reminds himself. His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, and his muscles tremble with the effort of holding back the urge to cum. Panic sets in as he feels himself nearing the point of no return again, but with steely determination, he halts and takes deep breaths to calm himself. He continues the cycle of edging, each peak and decline sending waves of euphoria through his body and reducing him to a state of primal pleasure.
As the minutes tick by, his cock becomes more sensitive, every stroke causing it to throb and pulse in desperate need of release. His breaths come in short, ragged gasps as he fights to hold on to the pleasure for just a little bit longer. Almost an hour has passed but his dopamine soaked brain has no concept of time, completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. It isn't much longer before only a few light strokes nears him to the brink of orgasm.
A steady stream of precum flows from his tip, which he promptly swipes with his thumb and brings to his lips, savoring the taste of his own masculinity. He couldn't possibly be closer to the edge; a gentle breeze against his member could send him over. He brings his fingers down to massage the space between his balls and inner thigh and feels the slight dampness from overnight sweat. He raises his fingers back to his face and sniffs deeply, the intoxicating musky aroma so pungent and strong that it completely overwhelms him.
Griffin's body tightens as he realizes his scent has pushed him to the point of no return. His right hand stops stroking his pulsating member and he uses all his mental concentration to calm down, but his body continues to shudder with pleasure. Despite his best intentions it's too late to resist. His mind is a blur of erotic thoughts, and he can't hold back any longer.
The football captain's handsome face melts into an expression of complete surrender as his body is overtaken by all-encompassing desire. His thumb and forefinger cradle his throbbing member at the base, pointing it towards the ceiling with a reverence reserved for a divine object. His scrotum tightens and their glistening orbs shift to either side of his perineum preparing to release their contents. The first wave of orgasmic pleasure crashes over him with such force that his entire upper body arches, his muscular legs extending and his feet pointing ahead.
With a deep guttural shout, Griffin's body tenses as a massive jet of cum erupts from his cock with explosive force, splattering loudly against the headboard behind him. The second squirt follows immediately after, accompanied by a bellowing moan, its trajectory arcing to hit his cheek and spread across the side of his face. He basks in the sheer pleasure of the moment, his toes wiggle wildly in the throes of ecstasy, their movements as frenzied as the beating wings of a hummingbird. Every inch of his being is consumed by the pleasure, every nerve ending singing with delight, as his body surrenders to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
Each subsequent spurt, joined by a grunt, travels less distance than the last as the intensity of his pleasure slowly begins to fade, until finally, the last of it drips into his pubes. Griffin is left trembling and completely spent, his body covered in the evidence of his intense release.
Griffin's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, the aftermath of his intense orgasm leaving him in a state of pure bliss. He gazes around the room, his eyes taking in the evidence of his pleasure - the pools of cum on his chest and stomach, the sticky residue on his fingers, and the remains of the first spurt sliding down the headboard to join the dried streaks of the past. Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't hear the knock at the door at first. It's only when his roommate's voice comes through that he jumps, startled out of his reverie. "Dude, you ok?" Devin's concern is evident in his voice.
Griffin pauses for a moment, a sly grin spreading across his face as he envisions his roommate catching him in such a compromising state. "Bro, get the fuck in here! Can't you tell I need some help?" he barks irritably, beckoning Devin to his room.
Devin pushes open the door, his lean muscular frame clad only in tight boxer briefs that accentuate his plumped manhood. Griffin lies sprawled out on the bed, his body a picture of masculine perfection. At 6'2" and 210 pounds of solid muscle, he is a sight to behold. His hands are tucked behind his head, and his damp armpits are on full display, a testament to the effort of his session. Cum glistens along his chest and stomach, catching the rays of the morning sun and casting a seductive sheen on his chiseled physique.
The air in the room was thick with the heady scent of armpit and sweaty crotch musk, enveloping Devin's senses as he wrinkled his nose in disgust for a moment before turning to leave. "What the fuck dude?!? You're a psycho," he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Griffin, still basking in the afterglow of his release, bursts into hysterical laughter, the sound filling the room with a raw, unbridled energy. "It fucking stinks like ass in here too," Devin muttered under his breath as he headed to the kitchen, clearly not amused.
Through his laughter and tears, Griffin replied with a sly grin, "Come on bro, I know you love it. I saw you bricking up." The insinuation hung heavily in the air, and Devin rolled his eyes in response.
"Whatever dude, I'm always chubbed in the morning. You fuckin woke me up with your shouting. What are you even on that makes you shoot like that?" Devin's voice was laced with both a hint of annoyance and intrigue.
"All natural, bro. This is how an alpha male busts his nut. Observe and learn," Griffin quipped with a cocksure snort, taking one final long whiff of his armpit. He leaps off the bed and saunters towards the bathroom to rinse off, his toned buttocks jiggling with each step.
--------- I've been reading and jerking off to stories on Nifty for over 15 years. I finally decided to try to write one myself. Did you jerk to it? Did it make you cum? I'm fully open to any critical feedback. Please let me know at hairyedgerdude@gmail.com