He took a quick swig of the bottle he swiped from the loud drunk obnoxious jocks down the hall. He c

He took a quick swig of the bottle he swiped from the loud drunk obnoxious jocks down the hall. He coughed violently the straight vodka stinging his throat and eyes. He never drank but he didn’t care. He was sick and tired of being the social library bound outcast, of being called the uptight skinny ass nerd of the hall. If he could do nothing else he could at least try to get drunk for once, even if it was alone.He took another swig, squinting his watering eyes half in pain half in tears. He could already feel his head getting fuzzy and foggy, God he was such a lightweight. How did those jocks do it? Sure they were dumb as bricks but at least they had fun, at least they were friends.He tried a longer swallow, forcing himself to take down several gulps of the burning alcohol. If he could only like loosen up a bit. Not care so much about all that dumb school stuff. There was all this better stuff then dumb boring books.He took another casual shot. It didn’t sting as much now, although he stumbled a little chuckling to himself. His head was getting all hard to think and it getting so fucking hot. He was always so body shy but screw it. He sloppy pulled off his shirt, pausing only for a second before wobbling a little to slide off his shorts, and even underwear in hand. God he was drunk.He took another drink. More easily now and he smiled goofily to himself, pleased. That felt better. But drunkingly patting at his torso- he was so fucking thin and pale. He should train… Was-wasn’t he already? He flexed a little admiring small but lean muscle that wasn’t there a moment ago. But like 3 days a week wasn’t cutting it. He needed some more bulk. He brought the bottle to his lips again eyeing the peak of his bicep tense in the process, not noticing how it swoll and grew even larger. The drink was easy now, sweet and tasty fire. He fucking loved this stuff. He took a long slow pass at the bottle and he could feel the familiar and pleasant burn down his throat and through his veins. Each gulp brought pound after pound of pure jock muscle to his slender frame, hardening his biceps, abs and chest, plumping his lats and thighs, filling in his non existent ass into two perfect round smooth cheeks. Letting out a soft deep moan into his drink, blond highlights spread through his hair, his jaw squared and reshaped itself as his eyes glistened from brown into blue giving him the perfect cocky jock appearance. Still hungrily pawing the bottle in lengthening fingers one hand drifted to his waist feeling his small dick twitch and throb to life, thickening and swelling into his hand to become the large thick cock he knew so well.He finally threw the bottle down satisfied, giving another slow dumb laugh, this time two octaves deeper then before. So stupid. His head felt so slow and foggy, but wasn’t it always. Why was he alone in this single ass room? He needed his bros. Giving his stiff cock a few slow strokes- he was always so fucking horny- he left the dorm room bottle in hand, naked- why cover his amazing ass- out to join his jock bros down the hall. -- source link

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