Well-Rounded
FRIDAY
He felt vaguely guilty about waking up in someplace other than his parents’ house for the second morning in a row, but by now he figured they had to be used to it. Their meathead son was popular with the girls. He might not have been around a lot, but at least it was easy to guess what he got up to.
This time, he awoke because the sheets had been ripped off his tanned, glistening body. His cock stood up, proud as a flagpole, and Tanya Takeuchi’s lips were wrapped around it as she dribbled her head up and down the length of his shaft. When she saw he’d stirred at last, she grinned up at him. “Morning,” she said around a mouthful of him, then resumed the blowjob.
He grabbed his glasses off the bedside table, then lay back and let her go. Some of his fuckbuddies needed more visceral encouragement during oral, like Alison, but Tanya was self-sufficient. Saying something would just shift her focus, and right now he knew Tanya wanted to keep her attention on the task at hand.
“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered after a few minutes of her attention and care. Eagerly, she slipped his cock out of her mouth and took it in her hand, aiming it at her tight, buff body. Fuck, she’s hot, SeungJae thought as thick, ropey cum painted itself across her tits, abs, and face in splotches that Jackson Pollock could’ve learned from.
“Morning,” Tanya said again.
He grinned down his body at her. “Morning, yourself.” He nodded at her snatch. “You want me to—?”
“In a bit,” Tanya said. “But first, I want you to put on a show for me.”
Obediently, he pushed himself out of bed, the mattress unsagging with palpable relief as he unburdened it of his weight. At last weigh-in, he’d tipped the scales somewhere just north of three hundred pounds, nearly all of it muscle. He was an absolute monster who destroyed his wrestling opponents with contemptuous ease and blazed past his rivals in the swimming pool. But the only sport that really mattered to him was the one he had been working for with Tanya at his side: his bodybuilding debut.
As he ran through his array of poses, he didn’t bother looking at the mirror. The best mirror he could have asked for was Tanya’s beautiful, cum-spattered face, because it held no secrets. With each flex, he looked for the lust in her eyes or the desirous curve of her lips, and each time he saw what he was looking for. By the time she beckoned him back to the bed, one of her hands had begun to trace lazy circles around her clit, and he eagerly rejoined her and let her take hold of his hardening dick.
SeungJae had lost count of the number of girls he’d fucked. Everyone had their gifts, and his was that he knew how to get a girl in bed and keep her happy once he got her there. But of all his countless partners, he knew Tanya Takeuchi was by far his best. With everyone else, there was something they were after, something they were trying to work out with him. But Tanya seemed to revel in the fact that SeungJae was strong enough to stand up to anything, and so she allowed herself to completely lose control and go wild on him.
They fucked in perfect sync. Their rhythms matched, changing positions in time with each other as if by instinct. It was athletic and combative, each move a challenge for the other to step up their game. The more she lost herself in the moment, the more feral Tanya became, biting and scratching at his thick, hard muscles as he rammed himself through her. When he sensed her coming close, he picked up the pace, hammering away at the same spot over and over and watching twitches of pleasure ripple across her flawless physique. Her entire back arched off the mattress when she came, and he followed suit only a moment later. His vision practically blurred from the orgasmic force rocketing through him, and he lay back next to her completely spent. That was another reason fucking Tanya was special; she was the only one who could really take it out of him.
“Man, I feel sorry for my roommates,” Tanya said. She was stretched out luxuriously on the mattress, her whole body on display for him. “No one makes me scream like you do.”
He grinned as the fog dissipated from his glasses. “I had a good coach.”
She reached over and ran her fingers fondly through his swoopy, stylish hair. “I had such a crush on you when we were in school together,” she said.
He blinked. “Really?”
“Pfft. Duh,” Tanya said with a laugh. “Even when you were an underclassman, I remember seeing you in the halls and licking my lips. I remember this one day, you were wearing these shorts, and your quads were so tight in them that I could see your dick, and I distinctly remember thinking: I’m gonna take that dick someday if it kills me.” She reached down and gave it a stroke. “I’m glad it hasn’t.”
SeungJae was taken aback. He was used to attention from girls, but this felt different.
“Thanks,” he said, then cleared his throat. “I couldn’t believe it when you offered to train me. You were always super hot, but seeing how much you’d changed after your year away...man. I wanted to bend you over right there.”
She stroked his cock again. “Yeah?”
He grunted as his cock began to harden again. “And all the times we’ve been out together,” he said, “I just think of how hot we look.”
Her grip became firmer, and she began to stroke him harder. “Tell me more.”
SeungJae grinned; he liked this game. “When people stop and stare at us, I just get so fucking hot thinking that the moment they see us, all they can think about is what it must be like when we go home and fuck.”
She sighed softly as she ran her hands up and down his shaft. “It’s so hot,” she said encouragingly. “Show me how hot it is, SeungJae.” She was already full of his cum, but he saw her teasing her pussy again.
He ached to, but the alarm bell in his head had started to go off. He had to get to the gym. “I can’t,” he said. “This body isn’t gonna build itself.” He tried to push away, but she put a hand on his muscular ass and pulled him closer.
“No,” she begged him. “Stay, please.”
For a second, he wanted nothing more than to listen to her. He wanted to roll over, slide his rod back into her, and fuck her until her bed frame shattered from the sheer power of his thrusts. He wanted to leave her collapsed in the ruins of her own bed, a human puddle who only had enough brainpower left to whimper his name.
But then the thought struck him like lightning. “No,” he said, his voice suddenly firm. “I have to go to the gym. I have to lift. I have to get bigger.”
Reluctantly, her hand withdrew from him. “God, your dedication is so hot,” she sighed as he got up from the bed and began fishing through their shared pile of clothes for last night’s underwear. They were a sharply cut pair of briefs he’d ordered specially from Korea, with a flashy hangul logo on the waistband. He’d actually taken a pic of himself wearing them for his Instagram, and it had gotten almost twenty thousand likes in the first twenty-four hours. “You know that, right? I see you working hard, and I just imagine you taking that dedication and using it on me, and I...oh, fuck…” she sighed, as two of her fingers sank back into her pussy.
He wished dearly that he could’ve followed them. And maybe he’d get a chance to see her again today. But he had one priority now, and that was getting into the gym and lifting until his arms turned to jelly.
When he swaggered in, everyone smiled at him. He’d been a fixture at the gym since it opened, one of its most notable regulars. It was a little difficult for him to place exactly when that had been, now that he thought of it; the summer break was only in its first week, but he felt as if he’d been lifting at this gym forever. Of course he had, right? Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither were three hundred-plus pounds of rippling sinew and steel.
Because he was so experienced, he didn’t need a trainer to run him through his workout. He kept an elaborate spreadsheet in his phone, and dutifully marked each column with his updated weight amounts as he went through the routine. He had just finished marking up a round of lat raises when a large shadow cast itself over him. “Looking good, SeungJae,” said Daniel.
SeungJae glanced up at him. “What up, dude?” he said. The two of them high-fived, and the power behind it made their hands resonate against each other like a clap of thunder.
“Just looking to get in one last pump before tomorrow,” said Daniel. “When I saw you, I figured I’d come over and say, ‘May the best man win.’”
“Oh hey, thanks,” said SeungJae. “I promise I will.”
The two of them laughed heartily at that, but when they shook hands and parted ways, SeungJae couldn’t mistake the challenging strength in Daniel’s grip.
He settled back in for another set, the fire in him redoubled. He had signed up for this weekend’s contest at the last second, and he was still nervous about the decision. He knew he had the kind of body that could do well, but there were so many other aspects to contests besides lifting big. He was practically gonna have to starve himself for the next twenty-four hours, and drink water only as necessary. If he retained even a little too much subcutaneous moisture, it would badly affect the visibility of his individual muscles. And he’d have to wake up early tomorrow morning so Tanya could apply a layer of stage tan to him.
He put it all out of his head. Those were all important, but what really mattered now was lifting big, dieting hard, and getting his dick wet.
He headed out with a promise to meet up with Alison in the early afternoon, once she was off her shift. As he made it to the front door, he saw Bhavna striding up. Her short-cropped black hair shone in the morning sun, and she wore a purple sports bra and leggings that popped against her rich brown skin. A shiny gold navel ring drew his eye right to her developing abs, and SeungJae had to admit: he liked what he saw.
“SeungJae!” she said pleasantly. “I didn’t mean to miss you! I guess I’ll just have to start coming here earlier.” She giggled, and despite her sports bra her tits jiggled. SeungJae couldn’t help but stare at them; they were big and round and obviously fake, but something about that obvious fake-ness made him stir.
“You’re looking good,” he said, giving her defined shoulder muscle a gentle squeeze. “Brett’s working you hard, then?”
“Ooh, yeah,” she said, though it sounded less like a sentence and more like a moan. “Julia’s really been enjoying the results, too.” She turned around to show him the pleasing roundness of her ass. “See?”
SeungJae could, very well.
“Come on,” he grunted. “We’re going to your car.”
“What?” Bhavna said as he started to lead her back towards the parking lot. “But I’ve got a session—”
“You can train in a little bit,” SeungJae said simply. “Right now, we’re gonna fuck.”
They ended up crammed together in the back of her car, the whole vehicle rocking wildly as SeungJae patiently guided her to climax. Halfway through, she pulled him out of her and instead offered up her ass. Anal had never really been his thing, but he knew it was exactly what she needed right now, and he was determined to give it to her. The whole time, he whispered to her about how hot she was, how hot she was becoming, how already it was her people were going to be looking at with envy, not Julia.
When he mentioned that, she moaned wildly and ground her ass down harder on his dick before stuffing three fingers into her own pussy. He quickened his pace, until her voice rose in one long moan that his thrusts broke into staccato pieces.
She gave in before he did, and even when he came he’d only worked up a faint glow of sweat. He grinned down at her, lying spent and sweating. Brett would have a hell of a time working her out today.
When he arrived home, he took a shower, then put on a fresh pair of briefs and nothing else. Since he’d made serious gains, he’d found that he really liked lounging around in next to nothing. He enjoyed the freedom of movement, and he was more than a little excited by the idea of someone admiring what he had on display.
So he went straight to the kitchen and started his meal prep for the next few days. He was doing a contest and everything, but he didn’t intend to splurge on a big cheat meal the day after, the way most guys did. He was gonna keep going straight on with his routine, and nothing was going to stand between him and getting bigger. So with mechanical precision he grilled up chicken breasts, steamed up individually weighed portions of brown rice, and stacked them up in neat, matching tupperwares before sliding them into the corner of the fridge that had been designated his meal prep area.
He glanced at the leftover Korean home cooking that occupied the rest of it. Sometimes, his stomach twisted itself in knots as he remembered the taste of galbi, and bulgogi, and honey butter fried chicken. His parents were both gifted cooks, and he’d been lucky to grow up with good meals available to him three times a day.
He glanced down at the perfectly defined eight-pack that rested beneath the shadow of his bulging pecs. He eyed the arm with which he propped open the fridge door, which looked thick and strong enough to rip it straight off its hinges. He’d purchased this body with hard work and sacrifice, he reminded himself, and he’d never once felt the sting of buyer’s remorse.
To kill the time before Alison came over, he went to go lay out in the backyard again. He decided to change into his posing trunks first; he might as well get used to the feel of them before tomorrow’s show. They were barely there and bright red, a tribute to the gym where he’d built his body. When he stepped out onto the back lawn with a towel, he enjoyed the warm glow of the midday sun on all of his exposed skin. There was no mirror nearby, but he didn’t need one to know that he looked fucking incredible.
He set down his towel, then lay back on top of it. From the yard next door, he heard stifled nervous giggles, and he couldn’t help but smile. That would be the neighbor girl and her friends again. He knew it was probably unfair of him to tease them like this, but he couldn’t help being a showboat. After all, his chosen sport was about showing off, wasn’t it?
He lay out there for the better part of an hour, getting up only to take his carefully timed nutritional supplements. He knew other competitors would spend the day taking dehydrators to achieve that extra leanness, but he wasn’t worried about them. He’d made it this far all-natural, and he could make it the rest of the way just fine. Only for a brief moment did he consider that two hundred pounds of muscle gained in four days might be difficult to manage, before he dismissed the notion entirely. He’d been lifting as long as it had been medically safe for him to. It had taken years to get here, but he’d built himself into a young god. What more was there to wonder about?
Right when he got inside, there was a knock on the door. Without bothering to change into normal clothes, he lumbered over to answer it. It opened to reveal Alison, as he’d expected. The short sleeves of her brief black sundress strained against her muscular shoulders, while its thin fabric made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
But standing next to the tattooed amazon was Tanya. She wore a shiny metallic bodysuit, whose back narrowed into an obvious thong that lurked just beneath the low-rise hem of her tiny denim cutoffs. She nudged a pair of oversized sunglasses down her small, sexy nose and winked at him.
“What’re you both doing here?” SeungJae asked.
“I was thinking about you, so I decided to drop by and pay you a visit,” said Tanya. “I know how much you like this outfit. And look who I ran into!”
Alison rolled her eyes, but it was good-natured. “I didn’t realize you had such a full dance card, boy.”
SeungJae managed a sheepish grin. “I like making people happy, I guess.”
“Well, we were talking as we walked up,” Tanya said. “We figured we’d offer you the choice. Either one of us could come back a little bit later—before your afternoon workout,” she added hastily. “We both know you need that before tomorrow.”
“Or,” Alison said, leaning luridly in his doorway, “we could double up. Choice is yours, big guy.” She reached forward with a tattooed finger and caressed his cock through the thin fabric of his trunks.
For one brief moment, his head filled with a vision: himself and Tanya vying for dominance as they shared Alison between them like a communal whore. She would be running her barbelled tongue up and down Tanya’s clit while SeungJae took her from behind like the bitch she was.
Abruptly, he looped a huge arm around each woman’s waist and easily hoisted one of them over each of his broad, muscled shoulders. Both of them yelped in surprise as SeungJae carried them effortlessly back through the house and into his room. The walls there were adorned with posters of bodybuilders and hot girls in bikinis, plus a chart to help him track his growth. The bookshelf groaned under the weight of all his wrestling and swimming trophies, just as his bed would soon groan under the weight of the three of them.
He set Tanya down first, and was pleased to see she was already flushed with lust. She looked up wonderingly at his strength as he hurled Alison roughly onto the bed.
The inked-up amazon writhed back around to face them. “SeungJae,” she said. “What are you—?”
“Shut up,” he said, “and strip for us, slut.”
Alison’s eyes widened with excitement and anticipation, before lidding over with lust. Obediently, she began to pull up the hem of her flared black dress.
“Right away, master,” she sighed.