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Jose was a bright young man of just 23 and was beaming with youthful ambition. Finishing top of his class at a top university in his field, his academic prowess could not be denied. It shocked no one when he was quickly snatched up by one of the top mechanical engineering firms in the country on a very enviable starting salary.

He was never an anti-social young man. Jose had many friends all throughout university that he would meet with and tutor regularly. Public speaking or anything that involved being put on a pedestal did terrify him. Despite his large intellect, he remained humble. Jose’s physical attributes ensured that.

Standing at six foot six, his height was that every girl dreamed of. His face was boyish but was starting to show the mature stylings of an attractive man with a square jaw. Brown hair naturally curled on his head that reached down to his eyebrows in a cute mop. Brown eyes, bright with intelligence, analyzed the world while his skin looked naturally sun kissed during winter.

While tall and possessing handsome features, he lacked any real muscle definition. In his arms, one could easily identify his humerus, ulna, and radius. The same applied to his legs. His ribs were not visible, but not for the reason he would have liked. Years of study and very poor diet produced a gut that did not appear to be slowing down in its growth.

With the signing bonus from his new job, young Jose was able to make the downpayment on a small townhouse in the ‘cheaper’ part of town. The demands of such a high skill job and the pressure to prove himself immediately made the move in process very slow. After six months, he was still living out of boxes. As luck would have it, he finally had a free weekend to try catching up.


Pressing the phone between his head and shoulder, Jose talked while building his bedframe. “I know, I know. It’s been months since we hung out, but this is my first weekend and I’m tired of living out of boxes. Plus, how am I supposed to bring a date home when I sleep on a bare mattress on the floor?” He tightened the last bolt and stood up. “Meet up tonight? I’ll think about it. Can’t make any promises though, I’ll likely be exhausted. Let me know when the next time comes, ok?”

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Himbo Volunteer

A cool late winter breeze shook some snow off the trees, creating an illusion. Trees ached in relief at the lessened weight. Fresh powder reflected the sunlight driving back the shadows.

Carl stomped his way up the logging road. His snowshoes kept him above the snow, greatly aiding in his efforts. However, the weight and cold were quickly taking hold and draining his energy fast. With any luck, he’d soon find what he was looking for. Looking forward to living a dream, he pressed forward up the road.

Carl hugged the inner treeline as he walked around a curve when he spotted some optimism. Less than a hundred yards away resided some disturbances in the snow. Revitalized, he pushed forward. Each step was still difficult but much more doable.

He approached the disturbances to discover that they were exactly what he’d hoped for. Deep tracks, almost trenches, crossed through the snow. To wide, deep, and consistent for any animal active this time of year. But for a himbo, it was likely. Eager to find the heard, he jumped into the trench and started following it, hoping to find the source.


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The Hat

Quick keystrokes filled the small dorm room as Domingo frantically wrote his first English 1A paper. It was the first week of school and the instructor assigned a massive paper. Between research, drafting, and proof reading, Domingo was severely behind. Stress coursed through him as he worked.

Chad strutted into the small dorm he shared with a smart nerd he’d only met a week before after a good workout. His pump was on point as his post-workout musk quickly dominated the small room. He quickly plopped himself on his bed and pulled out his cock and lifted his arm behind his head, heightening the musk to near toxic levels.

Domingo tore himself away from his laptop just long enough to yell at his dumb jock dorm-mate. Every frickin’ day with this guy, getting sweetly and disgusting at the gym and refusing to shower. Then, when he got back to the dorm, he’d just start jerking off. Once again Chad told him off but put his dick away regardless.

Tired of the constant badgering, Chad remembered something important. The college’s jock frat that he’d already signed up to pledge next week had given him a special item with the instructions to give it to a nerd that bugged him. It appeared to be a simple flat brimmed baseball hat with the school’s football team logo, and as far as he knew that’s all it was. Domingo was really getting on his nerves this past week.

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Losing Streak

Jared flopped himself onto the couch as he waited for the loading screen. He’d just picked up the latest puzzle based JRPG and was eager to spend the weekend grinding. The start menu appeared, and he readied himself for a new game.

The tutorial was just as mind numbing as they all were. ‘Press X to jump’ and ‘Press forward to walk forward’ always made his eyes roll at just how standard the controls were. The puzzles were also cartoonishly easy, making him question if the future ones would be as challenging as he’d hoped.

Finally out of the tutorial, he discovered that the world wasn’t linear while also not being empty like so many American games had devolved into. Pulling up the map, he set his waypoint to the first puzzle in the magic tree and set off.

The first puzzle was just as challenging as he’d hoped, a mix of pattern recognition and timed movements to dodge oncoming obstacles. There were several points where he nearly failed, but he narrowly made it through. This game was looking up for Jared.

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Himbo Exposure

Part 4 of the Himbo series.


Word about Ronald’s, now Ron, untimely seduction and transformation by a cow spread quickly through the facility. Corporate was furious that such an event could occur, especially with this location being chosen to prevent any such misshapes. As a result, the foreman and the facility as a whole were put on high alert.

The events of last week played through William’s head as he finished turning the last screw on the last remote silent alarm. It was a needed addition to quickly mobilize all staff in the event of a seduction or overpowering by a himbo, or at least corporate thought so. To William it didn’t make sense how this would prevent another incident, but William’s job wasn’t to think, it was to build.

With this extra job finally completed, he looked to his watch and cursed. It was time for his daily safety meeting, the low point of every day since it began. Some corporate goon would show up and lecture the staff on the newest “bright” idea from the higher ups on how to prevent another incident. Often times these ideas would be thoroughly shot down when the workmen complained at just how impractical the idea was.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 5

Sam scribbled through the test before him, hand gripping his hair as he did. Every question requiring his full attention and taking longer than they should. Painstakingly, he finished every question as best he could before starting the next without a moment to pause. Finally, as the instructior was walking towards him to college the test in its current state, Sam finished the last question.

Despite nearly running out of time, Sam was confident he would receive an acceptable grade. The next week as the graded test was placed into his hand, his heart dropped. Dread filled him as questions of what he’d do next pounded his conscious mind, screaming in unison preventing any one from gaining dominance.

In fat red letters across the top, Sam could read ‘Unweighted: 15% Weighted: 59% Grade: F’. Sam had just fucked himself, royally screwed himself over. Not only was this his first ‘F’ ever, but it came from the worst possible class. This was the hardest class in the major, the one class that separated the boys from the men, those who would graduate from the program and those who would drop out or change majors.

Looking up at the instructor before she’d moved away, Sam recognized a shake of regret. She knew Sam couldn’t recover from this blunder. This momentary flash of non-verbal communication did nothing but heighten the already overwhelming feeling of dread that held him hostage.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 4

Friday started on a peculiar note for Sam, but one he knew would soon become habit. Roger had nearly busted his door down in excitement for their morning workout together. Dutifully, Sam dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and met Roger in the kitchen for his pre-workout before the two left together.

On his second time entering the “man’s” gym, Sam felt less out of place. He still looked like a dweeb trying to get big, but he walked with an ounce more courage and confidence than before. Making his way to the locker-room, Sam was exited.

Stuffing his street clothes in a locker, he turned to Roger. Roger held the item Sam had longed for all the day before, a red baseball cap. When Roger handed it to him, he thanked his coach and immediately threw it on.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 3

Sam awoke with a jolt. Roger had slammed the door open and yelled at him to get up. Acknowledging he was awake, he climbed out of bed and threw on some old ratty gym clothes and worn trainers.

Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Sam met Roger in the kitchen. Roger was dressed in his own gym gear, much newer and well put together compared to Sam’s disheveled mess of colors. “Morning coach.” Was all he mustered out before being handed a bottle and being told to drink it.

Sam remembered everything from the night before. From sucking Roger’s cock twice and admitting to loving it to being hypnotized and filled with motivation to work out and that Roger was now his coach to get big. Calling Roger ‘coach’ was both a joke and a token of appreciation at the same time.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 2

In his bedroom Sam laid on his bed, attempting to jerk off. Normally a daily ritual for the young virgin, he’d been struggling since he’d sucked Roger’s cock. Porn wasn’t helping, as having a cock in view reminded him of Roger. Lesbian porn also didn’t work, somehow the women just didn’t seem as hot as they used to be. Even Jasmine, the big breasted woman from his math classes, couldn’t fill his loins with lust like she once had.

Depressed, Sam decided to check up on one of the few people he considered a friend. Someone he had and could hopefully pour his problems out for with the hopes of reaching some enlightenment. A friend he had recently embarrassed himself with, his housemate Roger.

Knocking on the door, there was no answer. Thinking that Roger must be home at such an hour, he gently cracked the door open. Inside, he found Roger snoozing away in his boxers, enjoying an evening nap. He began to turn away, leaving Roger to sleep, when he noticed something peeking through the boxers. The head of Roger’s cock was peeking through, almost inviting Sam in.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 1

Laying back to enjoy the start of his little free time, Sam let out a sigh of relief. Trying to get ahead, he’d just completed his fourth consecutive quarter of college and preparing to enter another. He’d have one week to pull himself back together. In the forefront of his mind, was just how pathetic he still looked.

Sam had been trying to maintain a good exercise routine ever since he entered college. Life always found a way to crush it. While not the toothpicks he’d had been when starting, his arms and legs lacked any sense of definition. His chest and abs were barely thick enough to hide his ribs and his butt was so flat that is sometimes hurt to sit through more than one lecture at a time. With all his time dedicated to studying physics, he still looked like a dweeb.

With a TV in the background, he let his mind wander. Drifting into a peaceful lull, between sleep and wake, Sam didn’t hear his housemate enter.

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