Only for Fans Part 05 'Clay and Justin'

“Out of the way faggot,” Justin pushed Drew’s chair away from his computer and he started typing away.

“Hey…” Drew felt his voice crack as he said the single syllable. The word drew out over a long breath as he tried to defend himself. “I was working on something.”

“You can work on it later,” Justin growled. He started muttering under his breath, ‘I knew he was a fucking faggot. Mr. Perfect, not so fucking perfect after all. Just thinking that just because he’s so good at wrestling and football he can act like a fucking coach…’ 

Drew felt himself just watch as Justin opened a browser and started to type in a website. The banner popped up. ‘Only For Fans. If you can’t find what you like, then make it,’ he looked at the screen seeing all the different men and women on the front page. Each one looked to fit a fetish if not to be incredibly sexy. But then he saw it. “Dean Michels?” 

“Yeah. I knew it!” Justin declared. “He’s doing porn!”

“I can see why…” Drew’s mouth dropped at the massive dick pointing straight out in front of Dean’s body. The rod was far thicker and longer than he expected. But it did explain why so many refs had to call matches short or other guys would say they were a bit uncomfortable wrestling with him. Not to mention his strong muscular build had to be nearly impossible to move.

Drew tried to look away but was captivated by his naked body. He’d just seen the jock yesterday buying groceries and couldn’t believe how he was able to find such tight clothes. But now it seemed like it would be harder to find anything that wouldn’t cling to every muscle on his body. Each one was cut and defined and bigger than he could have thought possible. Parts of Dean’s body bulged that he didn’t even know existed.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! Wait until the other guys hear about this,” he continued.

“But how’d you find it?”

Justin stumbled over his words. “You know…” That’s when the dreamstate popped open and they could see Dean’s muscular body don his football uniform and tackle someone else. With his powerful frame the other guy didn’t stand much of a chance. Down he went and Dean wouldn’t let him go anywhere, pulling down his pants and then shoving his cock deep into the gaping hole.

“NO!?” Drew shouted. “What are you going to gay websites for!?” 

“I… I… I…”

“Is this a joke?! All semester you make fun of me for being gay and checking you out and then you get on my computer and search for gay porn? Not only that but incredibly specific kind!”

“It’s not like that!” Justin shot back. But he couldn’t deny that was what he’d just done. “I got an anonymous tip. That’s why.” 

Drew was far from impressed. “Uh-huh,” he crossed his arms. 

“Dude! Look!” Justin pointed at the screen again. “Look at how much money he’s making!” The six figure number flashed on the screen and then disappeared again. “Fuck! I could do that!”

“Wait… What?” Drew tried to get closer to his computer but was blocked out by Justin’s strong arm. He tried to weave around it but couldn’t quite make it.

“Just sit down and shut up,” Justin growled. “How about I give you a bit of a cut when we’re done. K?”

Drew glared. He wanted to fight back but couldn’t. Justin’s much larger size made it impossible to do so. It’s why he went to talk to Dean the day before, just to see if the behemoth had some way of making him a bit stronger. Or at least more confident to tell his roommate to fuck off. 

“Fine…” he agreed.

“Good.” Justin went through the set up and finished creating his account. Before Drew knew it he could see the flashing words, ‘Live. In 3. 2. 1.’

“Hey now! I didn’t agree to this!” Drew tried to leave but the door to his room wouldn’t budge. Even though he normally left it open, it had somehow closed. “Justin! Is this a joke? What’s going on?”

“Dude, quit being such a pussy. If someone like Dean can make money off this, then I sure as hell can too,” Justin started stripping his shirt off. He lifted his lean toned arms up to show off. His tight muscles were perfect for wrestling as he could move quickly and then easily worm his way around his opponent.

“Justin!” Drew shouted. “What are you doing?!”

Justin paused for a second. “I… I don’t know…” he stuttered. “But it looks like we’ve already made some money.”

Drew’s head shook. “So?” he asked in frustration. His eyes looked over at the screen and saw a few bars on the screen. ‘Exobitionist’ and ‘Money Oriented’ had already been filled up as he stared. But they were specifically listed under Justin’s name. On the other half of the screen it was labeled, ‘Clay.’ “Who’s Clay?”

“You are man,” Justin went into another flex as a ding came out of the computer. 

“My names not Drew,” Drew stated. He felt the name change in his mouth as he said it. “What’s going--” The words stopped as Justin’s hands went down his shorts and started to push them down further. “What are you doing! You call me gay all fucking semester and now you’re going to strip in front of me!”

“I don’t know man… It just feels good. I’m trying to stop but I want to be naked so bad…” Justin whined. His cock was already hard as more of his skin was being revealed. It looked like it was trying to escape it’s confines and be free. He’d always bragged about how large it was but now that Drew had seen it, he was far from impressed. The four inches poked straight out in front of him but compared to what he’d always said, it didn’t look like all that much.

“Dude!” Drew shouted. He went to cover his eyes with his hands or at the very least turn around but a ding from the computer had ordered otherwise. “No,” he answered a question. “Huh?” looking around he realized he’d heard the question, ‘Are you gay?’ but it was inside of his mind instead of outside. Looking at the computer he saw that it had just been typed in chat.

‘Awww… Boo… Here I was hoping…’

‘Well, we can always change that.’

‘Or make him bi and let him fuck Justin’s girlfriend.’

‘You think he’s got one?’ 

‘Handsome face and a body like that? Doubt he wouldn’t have some girls at least checking him out.’

‘Stats?’

“6’0”, 169 pounds,” Justin answered. “Hey…” he was coming to. His hands went to cover his erect penis but when he got closer to the computer, he seemed to have forgotten what he was doing. “What is this..?”

“I don’t know… But I think they want me to fuck Jennifer…”

‘He’s got one!’

‘Knew it! Lol’

“You leave her out of this!” Justin shouted at the screen. “This was a terrible idea… How do I close this down?” His eyes looked around the screen but even the ‘X’ in the upper right corner wasn’t working. “The hell?” and then his body was forced into another flex as the computer set off another ding.

‘Heck no! You call your roommate gay all semester? I think it’s only fair to show you how not gay he is.’

‘But let’s also make him watch.’

‘And enjoy it too!’

‘OOOO Does she know he knows? Or does he hide and pretend not to know?’

‘A cheater but he loves it? Oh man love it! I can donate to that!’

A bar appeared under ‘Clay’s’ name labeled, ‘Bisexual.’

“Hey now, wait a second. You don’t have to do that!” Drew said.

‘What? Why?’

‘Is his girlfriend hot?’

“Ye-ye-yes,” Drew struggled not to answer the question but it still came out.

‘Hahahaha! You want to fuck her don’t you!’

“I do,” Drew answered again.

“You little bitch!” Justin grabbed his roommate by the collar and lifted him off the ground, shoving him against the wall. Several inches were between the floor and his feet as Justin held him there. “I fucking knew it!”

All Drew wanted to say was, ‘I’m sorry!’ and then beg for forgiveness. He squirmed and wiggled to get out of the other man’s grasp but couldn’t do anything about it. His body was pinned against the wall and he couldn’t move. He opened up his mouth, “At least a real man can please her.” 

The confidence in his voice shook Justin to the core. His grip loosened but Drew’s body didn’t go down. He took a step back, looking up at Drew’s body. Justin had always been about a half a head taller than Drew, but now he was about the same shorter. Drew’s body seemed to tower over him and keep growing. “What the--”

“Betchyer jealous, ain’tcha?” Drew asked. The new baritone and depth in his voice kept Justin captivated. The jock’s dick throbbed at the sounds reverberating off of him. But his eyes weren’t just locked onto his face. At the same time Drew was growing taller, all of his muscles were starting to bulk out. Thick strong sinewy muscles grew bigger, filling out his shirt shorts completely.

Every second another pound of muscle and quarter pound of fat seemed to add onto his sturdy frame. Drew took a step forward. His feet bursting out of his shoes. “Hehe,” Drew laughed. “Yea, yer jealous. I can see it on yer dumb face. Just look at this fuckin body. Bet you wish I’d wrestle ya don’t ya? But we ain’t the same weight class. Too much rugby.”

Justin felt the overwhelming pressure of the other man’s presence. Never in his life had he felt so small and weak compared to another man. He tried to push away but found his wrists grabbed. Then, with one fluid motion, his back was against the wall. Hands above his head. And Drew’s face was just mere inches away from his. Feeling so vulnerable he couldn’t help but groan. But the throb of his dick turned it more into a moan.

“It’s cause the way I fuck yer gurl. Ain’t it. You jus wish you could get her ta make half the sounds I can,” a wicked grin crossed Drew’s masculine face. The thick beard separated showing off his teeth. “Or is it ya want me ta make you make those sounds?”

“Oh God…” Justin moaned. His body thrust at the suggestion, but was still held against the wall by Drew’s strong hands.  

“Heh,” he laughed. “Figured.” Drew leaned his face against Justin’s, locking their lips. It only took a moment before the former bully was now trying his best to keep up. But the distraction between his throbbing cock and the itchy sensation in his anus was making it hard to do so. His hands only struggled against Drew's strong body because he wanted to feel more of it. To have that weight pushing down on his body. 

Justin’s eyes went wide as he felt himself release. It was all at once he could feel the pleasure fill his body as his dick fired. But what was weird was the bit of fear that followed closely behind. He felt Drew stop and loosen his grip.

“Hmph,” Drew grunted. “Guess yer gonna have ta clean that up…”