Maybe You Need A Helping Hand?

- Hey, cutie, I see you're happy about winning the match, and rightfully so, you were definitely the best player on the team. But where's the rest of your team? And your shorts?

- Who are you and what are you doing here?

- Easy, big guy. Don't you remember me? I played on the opposing team...

- So what? What are you doing here, this is our locker room! And what are you staring at anyway?

- Come on man, I come here to congratulate you on winning, and you come at me with such a tone...

- Oops, sorry, I'm really being a total jerk, but I'm a little annoyed by the behavior of the guys on my team.

- What happened, maybe I could help you with something?

- You know, don't take offense, but you're kind of short, so...

- Man, next to you, everyone's short! There's no one even on your team who would reach above your waist! You're some kind of freak of nature, and I'm not just talking about your height, but also the length of your...

- Stop embarrassing me!

- Hey, you don't look embarrassed, but OK, tell me what happened, maybe I can help somehow.

- Well, as you noticed, when I win, I get a little, you know, happy and excited, and then I need, you know, affection from someone, and they all ran away from me again!

- Well, it's not nice of them. Although when I look at you "enjoying your win" I understand them a little and I don't blame them... But seeing a stain on the floor, it's all over, right?

- You're stupid!?

- ?

- Do you really think that's all I can do? It's just a tiny prelude, one that appears by itself! But in a moment I'll explode if I don't do anything, and you know, I can do it alone, but what's the fun and pleasure then?

- Oh respect, man. So what, you need a helping hand, right? I'm here to help.

- You?

- Yes, me, because who else is here. What's that look? Man, just because I'm not tall, doesn't mean I don't have skillful hands. Skillful and experienced, you'll see...

I love this kind of sport!

 

Takeru was a quiet boy who, although his appearance suggested he would be a great player on many school teams, only liked to stay home and read books.  

Yes, he was tall and very muscular, as he regularly went to the gym, where he amazed the regulars with his incredible strength, but he claimed that sports in general were boring and that everyone should stop trying to convince him because he wouldn't join any school sports clubs anyway.  

So why did he go to the gym? Two reasons: 

1. His parents – fitness fanatics – told him that if he didn't have a flawless, athletic physique, they wouldn't give him money for new books, so, although initially he was hesitant, he started going to the gym. 

2. He discovered that there were many interesting sights there, and he couldn't just stand idly by and stare at muscular guys, so to be able to observe them without suspicion, he had to work out with them. Simple, right?  

However, one of the school's students, a wrestling fanatic, decided to persuade Takeru to join the wrestling club (not a very large one, as it's a relatively unpopular sport). This student, in addition to his beautifully sculpted physique, possessed a sharp, analytical mind. He began observing Takeru's behavior and even joined the same gym. After a dozen or so days, he knew what he had to do. 

As they showered after another physical education class…  

- Oh shit, which prankster hid my clothes? - Takeru's shout filled the entire locker room.  

The boys stared at Takeru in disbelief and a hint of fear, only now realizing that this shy, quiet boy, always hunched over, was actually at least a head taller than any of them, and this boy with his enormous, bulging pumped muscles could easily take them all down at once.  

- Hey, big boy, calm down - a cheerful voice came from behind the door - That was me.

Takeru turned and angrily headed for the door, but... 

The boy standing in the doorway, dressed only in sneakers and tight shorts, was shorter than Takeru, but just as muscular and simply beautiful!  

- Wow, this is the first time I've seen you this close. You're really huge!  And by the way, I'm Ken.

- Takeru -  Takeru muttered - give me back my clothes.

- Come on, you're so, um, impressive that you really shouldn't be wearing all this stuff, but if you want, I'll give it to you, but on one condition.

- What do you want?

- You'll join my wrestling club!

- No way, sports are boring!

- Nonsense, I'll prove to you that wrestling is fun! Come with me to the school sports hall!

- At least give me back my underwear first!

- How's that supposed to be fun if you're in your underwear? Let's go, I'll give you your underwear later.

The guys went to the school sports hall.

- On your knees!

- What?

- On your knees, please -  Ken's voice was sweet as honey - I'll show you how much fun wrestling can be.

And so the demonstration began... and before they knew it, several hours had passed!

- Hey Takeru, so what, do you still think sports are boring? -  asked a tired but clearly happy Ken.

- I like sports like this! Can you show me a few more holds?

It turned out Takeru had much more strength and endurance than his new, but definitely best, friend!

The new gardener

The new gardener hired at the estate was a charming young man, utterly devoted to his work, yet he possessed one truly minor quirk: he always - absolutely always - worked naked. Whenever the head butler took him to task over this, the gardener would humbly kneel to hear the reprimand, then reply in a quiet voice that the claim of his being naked was simply untrue - after all, he was wearing socks and shoes.

Back to School

Shun was so excited to return to school after the summer break that he forgot to get dressed before leaving the house.
Well, it could happen to anyone...
He raced through the city, eager to show his friends his new physique - the result of rigorous, grueling (and unconventional) training with the Itadori brothers.
And the happiness filling him was literally bursting out of him.
Or maybe it wasn't "happiness" ? It didn't matter. What mattered was that "it" was bursting out. After all, bottling "it" up inside isn't healthy, right?

I think this maid outfit is a little too small for me...

You think I'm still not big enough?

 

- You think I'm still not big enough?
Ryu Itadori loved asking this question to passersby he met on his way to Muscle Academy. 
He loved it because he knew the answer.
- Of course not!
- Ryu, the more of you, the better for all of humanity.
- Itadori, you dwarf, how can you think you're big!
- Oh, Ryu, I can't wait until your dick is bigger than Tokyo Tower!
- Ryu, grow, grow, grow!
That's what he heard from passersby, and even though he knew he was popular, it always made him happy.So much so that he couldn't contain himself (even though he was thoroughly milked several times before leaving for class by specially hired qualified staff) and expressed his happiness in the form of a large, sticky, white puddle...
People loved it, their enthusiasm grew, they increasingly enthusiastically expressed their admiration, love, and affection for Ryu, which in turn caused him greater joy and increased sperm production, which in turn made the already enthusiastic people even more enthusiastic, which in turn... and so on and so forth.
Simply a vicious cycle.
And although he didn't like leaving his admirers behind, Ryu regretfully had to leave them and go to the university for classes.
Oh, the life of a beloved, muscular giant with a tender heart is difficult...

Horny boy

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