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Teaser post (Mark in Meat Hall Chapter 1)
🕑 Added 2020-09-19 17:32:08 +0000 UTCHi folks. First of all, I want to thank you all again for your patience. Progress has been really slow, and my writer's block has been bad. But, I've made some progress on a new story that I hope you will like. I won't be charging for this post because the story is incomplete. Once it's completed I'll post it in its entirety and charge for that. After this, I'd like some feedback on what you guys want to read from me, so I'll be posting a poll as well. Thank you again!
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Mark in Meat Hall Chapter 1
“What do you mean I can’t change dorms!?”
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any other availability. You were assigned to Meade Hall early, as a member of the Honors College.” The woman at the housing front desk didn’t even bother to look up.
NO NO NO NO.
There was no way in HELL that Mark Matthews was going to survive living in Meade Hall.
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Mark thought that college was supposed to be simple. Go to Ashburn University, get your engineering degree, become wealthy and successful. Prove all the douchebags and bullies who tormented him in high school wrong. All he had to do was hunker down, work hard, and graduate at the top of his class. He didn’t have time for distractions. He was used to not getting invited to parties anyways.
All of that changed as soon as he moved in.
He was supposed to move into Rose Hall, the dormitory for Honors STEM students. Nerd paradise, where all the serious freshman got plenty of peace and quiet to work hard so they could ace their incredibly difficult classes. Of course, he didn’t realize this until he had actually arrived, and was assigned a room in Meade Hall instead.
Mark didn’t know at the time that all of the students called it “Meat Hall” instead, because it was the dormitory for the athletic students. He soon found out.
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“So what do you play, ping pong?” The tall chiseled jaw of the man standing before him clenched as the model-like handsome face sneered. He had wavy dark hair and olive skin, perfect latin features with just the right amount of stubble.
“N-no, I’m, I’m not supposed to be here.” Mark was used to bullies. The best thing to do was cower and let them get what they wanted.
The statuesque jock snatched the paper right out of Mark’s hands.
“Unbelievable! Room 3A? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Mark stood up taller. This was going to be different. He wasn’t going to be pushed around anymore. This was college. The rules were supposed to be different.
“No, that’s what it says. Now, excuse me, I need to find my room.”
“I can tell you where your room is, because it’s right across from mine.” The guy’s tone softened a bit. Mark may have not been an athlete, but at least he wasn’t some kind of intruder trying to sneak in and get peeks at the hot jocks… at least, if Mark could control his wandering eye.
“I’m Raf. Come on, I’ll show you.” Mark detected a slight accent in Raf’s voice, and as the jock turned, Mark took advantage to get a good look at his body. Tall, muscular, wearing the tightest polo shirt and pants imaginable to show off every bulge and ridge of his toned body. Especially in the rear. Holy shit, he had an enormous ass. It looked like two melons being smuggled in his pants, with just the right amount of bounce as he walked. Mark wondered if it was because the guy was latino. His high school was as white as Wonder Bread.
The dorm was arranged in smaller clusters of rooms. Three rooms shared their own kitchenette, bathroom, and common area. Luckily, Raf’s room was not directly next to Mark’s, so at least there was some distance from the rude jock. Once they had arrived, Raf nodded his head goodbye and wordlessly closed the door in Mark’s face.
Okay, time to face the music. Mark thought that he was going to get a fellow nerd, someone he could discuss physics and math with, somebody who shared his love of Star Wars, somebody he could become friends with. Now that he knew this dorm was full of nothing but jocks, he was bracing himself for the worst. He gulped and opened the door.
“ROOMIE!!!”
Before Mark could react, a yellow blur pounced on him and squeezed him into a tight hug.
“OH EM JEE! I am SO excited to meet you! I told them I wanted to know my roomie beforehand, but they wouldn’t give me your e-mail or anything! What’s your name? Where are you from? What are you into??”
Mark tried to reply, but the crushing embrace was making it hard to breathe. His roommate loosened his grip and stepped back. Mark caught his breath while taking in the sight of the person he was supposed to share his room with for a full year.
A little shorter than Mark, maybe 5’8”, slightly tan pale skin, a cute face with a button nose and dotted by many freckles, blonde hair done up in a tall quiff, with pink highlights at the top. His cute appearance was strongly contrasted with his tight yet muscular frame. He was wearing a short t-shirt that showed off the bottom of his cut six-pack, and tiny shorts that barely covered his enormous, round bubble butt. Goddam.
“Um… hi. Wow. I’m Mark.” Mark stuck out his hand out of automatic politeness.
“I’m Charlie! And I do NOT shake, I hug!” Charlie dove in for another bear hug, finally relenting when Mark patted him hard on the shoulder a couple times.
“Okay, okay. Uh, I gotta unpack my stuff and get settled, is that ok?” Charlie must have gotten there earlier, since his room was already put together. Mark noticed the posters of muscular, shirtless men on his walls, the polaroids of Charlie, shirtless surrounded by gaggles of gorgeous girls. Could it be…?
“Alright! Well, I’m gonna head out and scope out the prospects, if you know what I mean.” Charlie grinned and wiggled his eyebrows a bit, flashing his phone screen to Mark, showing off what Mark knew to be Grindr, despite the fact that he had never used it.
What are the chances?? I get a roommate, and he’s also gay. AND REALLY FUCKING HOT. And very touchy. This is not good. REALLY not good.
As Charlie walked out, Mark looked down to confirm his suspicions. Yup, his cock was already starting to chub up, just from Charlie’s hugs. Goddamn it you, why are you doing this to me? How was Mark ever supposed to focus and study with a roommate who looked like THAT and a dick that got hard at even the slightest presence of a hot guy.
Mark tried to adjust himself to hide his semi, but that was pretty difficult. Mark was cursed with an overactive imagination, and a cock that was very, very conspicuous. Okay, to be blunt, he was hung. And Mark knew that most guys fantasize about having a huge dick, but it never did him any favors. He was the only out kid in his school, and he always had to make sure he never accidentally got hard in the locker room. When he popped a woody in class, it took more than a textbook or a backpack to cover it up. Once, when he was younger, he tried to measure it when hard and was shocked to see it neck and neck with a ruler. Since then, Mark had been too afraid to check again.
“Hey, anybody here?” Mark turned when he heard another unfamiliar voice from the common area. He stepped out to see another muscular jock type, this time with shaggy brown hair in a backwards baseball cap, thick black rimmed glasses, and a sheepish, boyish look to him. He had an easy going and unassuming look, despite his bulging biceps revealed by his tank top. There was something familiar about him…
“ANOTHER ROOMIE! Or dorm-mate, whatever. I’m Charlie!” Charlie went in for another one of his signature bone-crushing hugs.
“OOF! Easy there, don’t break my pitching arm!” The brown-haired jock teased. Mark walked towards them to greet him.
“Oh hey man, I’m Lukas.”
“Hi, I’m Mark.” The boys exchanged pleasantries while Charlie tapped his foot impatiently.
“Well, boys, I would love to stay and chat, but I have a dick appointment to get to.”
“Dick appointment?” Lukas was a bit taken aback.
“Ugh. Heteros, right?” Charlie rolled his eyes in mock disgust and met Mark’s eyes. How much did he know? Was gaydar even really a thing? “Yes, I’m gay and a cheerleader, OOOOH so shocking. Don’t give me shit about it, straight boy.”
“Hey, man, that’s not cool.” Lukas tensed up a bit. “Who said I was straight?” Lukas flashed a grin.
Both Charlie and Mark were stunned. Neither of them expected Lukas to be gay, let alone come out so casually. Well, nevermind about gaydar then.
“Yay, another one! Just my luck then. Or I should say your luck. Can’t wait to have a little fun with you.” Charlie winked then turned to show off his bouncy bubble, but Lukas deftly dodged his come-on.
“Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna happen.”
Charlie raised his eyebrows, while Mark was still too stunned from Lukas’s earlier words to pick up on the subtext. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises! We should exchange tips later. Anyways, I got a date, so I’ll see you boys later. Byeeee.”
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What do you guys think? I tried to switch it up by writing a top as the main character. It's going to be a parody of harem anime, similar to how Demon Fucker Idol Boys is a parody of magical girl anime. I really like the dynamic of an unwanted harem, especially with this kind of situation. I also want to draw in some more romance/character interaction than before. Please send me feedback, it really motivates me to keep writing, especially in these stressful times.
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-SC
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Charlie Walker
This story is coming after I finish the JPS Reboot! Though, I’ve already made a bunch of changes to it so this is very much a first draft.
Any plans on updating this? Would be super hot to see a reverse gangbang situation, a bunch of hot jocks like Lukas, Charlie and Raf tie-ing up "poor" Mark, maybe the night before his first big midterm, keeping him "up" all night despite begging to get some studying in, but he can't resist three horned up jocks with JPS if you know what I mean ;)
