Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2023 10:42:29 -0700
From: always edging <hairyedgerdude@gmail.com>
Subject: Griffin's Awakening: Chapter 1

As the sun slowly rises, it casts a warm and inviting glow over Griffin's
dorm room. The twenty-year-old college junior and star of the football
team lies asleep, his muscular body draped in a light white sheet.


Despite the disheveled state of his short, light brown hair, it frames
his chiseled face to perfection. His straight and prominent nose
accentuates his piercing blue eyes, which sparkle like precious gems even
in the dimness of the morning. Thick and dark eyebrows add a touch of
masculinity to his otherwise refined features. A strong and defined chin
gives him an air of authority and self-assuredness, while his square
jawline further accentuates his masculine appearance. As he sleeps
soundly, his lips part ever so slightly, revealing a perfect set of
pearly white teeth that seem to glow in the soft morning light.


The bedroom where Griffin lies asleep is a vivid reflection of his
personality, every detail imbued with his persona. Posters of
scantily-clad women adorn the walls, their sultry gazes locked onto
anyone who enters. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and musk, his
dirty football practice clothes haphazardly scattered around the room. A
few socks, stiff from dried sweat, lay crumpled in a corner, while a
couple of jockstraps, still damp from use, dangle from a doorknob. Empty
beer cans lie scattered throughout the room, testament to the previous
night's debauchery.


As the morning light creeps in, Griffin stirs from his slumber, feeling a
familiar throbbing sensation between his legs. He opens his eyes to see
his morning glory, turgid and eager outlined beneath the sheet. His arms
stretch high above his head, exposing the tufts of thick, dark hair of
his armpits, and he lets out a contented sigh as he feels the stiffness
of sleep dissipating from his limbs.


As Griffin takes in the air around him, his nostrils are filled with the
familiar scent of his own musky masculinity. It's an intoxicating aroma
that he's become intimately familiar with. With each deep breath, the
scent seems to ignite a fire within him, stoking the flames of his desire
and making his erection grow harder. It's as if his body is responding
instinctively to the scent, unable to resist the powerful pull of his own
masculinity. The sensation is overwhelming, and he feels himself becoming
lost in the heady mix of pleasure and desire.


Griffin's strong, calloused hands instinctively travel down to his
crotch, where he lightly rubs the sheet over the frenulum of his penis,
eliciting shivers of pleasure that course through his body. His balls
tingle and draw tight, while his nipples harden, visible through the
sheet that barely conceals his chiseled chest. "Fuck," he growls, his
breaths coming in ragged gasps, as a bead of precum escapes the tip of
his penis and is absorbed by the sheet. His skin tingles as he runs his
fingers over his taut, muscled stomach.


With a confident grin, Griffin yanks the light white sheet off his body,
revealing the impressive sight of his pulsating member and the rest of
his muscular physique. His chiseled chest rises and falls with each
breath as his thick forefinger lightly tickles the frenulum, causing his
erection to gently throb. A jolt of pleasure courses through his body as
he takes in the sight of his girthy, powerful cock.


Griffin's erection is a true wonder to behold, standing tall and proud
with an undeniable air of dominance. As if imbued with a life force of
its own, all 7.5 inches of his shaft pulse with energy and vitality. The
veins bulge with intensity, throbbing in unison with the beat of his
heart. His circumcision scar is prominent yet exquisitely even, leaving
his skin taut and unblemished when fully erect. The mushroom head, plump
and perfectly proportioned to the shaft, slopes beautifully to meet
ridged edges and culminates in a puckered urethral opening at the tip.


Holding it at the base, he admires his perfect penis, smirking with
satisfaction. "Destroyer," he thinks to himself, "So fuckin alpha." The
pulsing of his shaft seems to echo his thoughts, further inflating his
ego and pride.


Griffin's rugged hand envelops his throbbing member with a grip so firm
and unyielding that it seems to pulse in response to his touch. He
spreads his powerful and well-toned legs as far as they can go, his
defined quadriceps bulging with each subtle shift of movement. He bends
his knees and slides his massive jock feet together so their soft yet
calloused soles touch.


His other hand grazes his furry pubes then traces upwards to his chiseled
abs, the tips of his fingers running through the light brown hair with
gentle caresses. It continues its journey to glide over his well-toned
chest, coming to rest on his massive and solid pec. His manly thumb
circles around the tip of his pinkish-brown nipple, eliciting warm and
tingling sensations that travel around his whole body and end in his
groin. Alternating between his nipples, his hand drags across his defined
and lightly hairy chest to give each their desired attention.


All the while, Griffin never once breaks the rhythm of his masturbation.
With the precision of a skilled craftsman, his firm yet gentle grip
manipulates his member to his satisfaction. Despite the fact that he had
released into the mouth of a slutty freshman sorority pledge the night
before, his yearning this morning is completely renewed. The memory of
her soft lips and warm tongue working his member, the feeling of control
as he forced her head with the palm of his large hand, fuels his
excitement further.


His erotic reminiscing causes a sudden and sharp spike in arousal.
Quickly letting go, he watches in awe as his erection bounces in
desperation for continued stimulation. "Not yet, not yet," he mutters,
savoring the pleasure and delaying his gratification. As the intensity of
the sensation fades, he resumes his stroking, each motion precise and
measured, while his free hand moves to gently caress his balls.


"It's just like training bro. You're the fucking man, and you're in
control," he reminds himself. His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat,
and his muscles tremble with the effort of holding back the urge to cum.
Panic sets in as he feels himself nearing the point of no return again,
but with steely determination, he halts and takes deep breaths to calm
himself. He continues the cycle of edging, each peak and decline sending
waves of euphoria through his body and reducing him to a state of primal
pleasure.


As the minutes tick by, his cock becomes more sensitive, every stroke
causing it to throb and pulse in desperate need of release. His breaths
come in short, ragged gasps as he fights to hold on to the pleasure for
just a little bit longer. Almost an hour has passed but his dopamine
soaked brain has no concept of time, completely lost in the ecstasy of
the moment. It isn't much longer before only a few light strokes nears
him to the brink of orgasm.


A steady stream of precum flows from his tip, which he promptly swipes
with his thumb and brings to his lips, savoring the taste of his own
masculinity. He couldn't possibly be closer to the edge; a gentle breeze
against his member could send him over. He brings his fingers down to
massage the space between his balls and inner thigh and feels the slight
dampness from overnight sweat. He raises his fingers back to his face and
sniffs deeply, the intoxicating musky aroma so pungent and strong that it
completely overwhelms him.


Griffin's body tightens as he realizes his scent has pushed him to the
point of no return. His right hand stops stroking his pulsating member
and he uses all his mental concentration to calm down, but his body
continues to shudder with pleasure. Despite his best intentions it's too
late to resist. His mind is a blur of erotic thoughts, and he can't hold
back any longer.


The football captain's handsome face melts into an expression of
complete surrender as his body is overtaken by all-encompassing desire.
His thumb and forefinger cradle his throbbing member at the base,
pointing it towards the ceiling with a reverence reserved for a divine
object. His scrotum tightens and their glistening orbs shift to either
side of his perineum preparing to release their contents. The first wave
of orgasmic pleasure crashes over him with such force that his entire
upper body arches, his muscular legs extending and his feet pointing
ahead.


With a deep guttural shout, Griffin's body tenses as a massive jet of cum
erupts from his cock with explosive force, splattering loudly against the
headboard behind him. The second squirt follows immediately after,
accompanied by a bellowing moan, its trajectory arcing to hit his cheek
and spread across the side of his face. He basks in the sheer pleasure of
the moment, his toes wiggle wildly in the throes of ecstasy, their
movements as frenzied as the beating wings of a hummingbird. Every inch
of his being is consumed by the pleasure, every nerve ending singing with
delight, as his body surrenders to the overwhelming sensations coursing
through him.


Each subsequent spurt, joined by a grunt, travels less distance than the
last as the intensity of his pleasure slowly begins to fade, until
finally, the last of it drips into his pubes. Griffin is left trembling
and completely spent, his body covered in the evidence of his intense
release.


Griffin's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, the aftermath of
his intense orgasm leaving him in a state of pure bliss. He gazes around
the room, his eyes taking in the evidence of his pleasure - the pools of
cum on his chest and stomach, the sticky residue on his fingers, and the
remains of the first spurt sliding down the headboard to join the dried
streaks of the past. Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't hear the knock at
the door at first. It's only when his roommate's voice comes through
that he jumps, startled out of his reverie. "Dude, you ok?" Devin's
concern is evident in his voice.


Griffin pauses for a moment, a sly grin spreading across his face as he
envisions his roommate catching him in such a compromising state. "Bro,
get the fuck in here! Can't you tell I need some help?" he barks
irritably, beckoning Devin to his room.


Devin pushes open the door, his lean muscular frame clad only in tight
boxer briefs that accentuate his plumped manhood. Griffin lies sprawled
out on the bed, his body a picture of masculine perfection. At 6'2" and
210 pounds of solid muscle, he is a sight to behold. His hands are tucked
behind his head, and his damp armpits are on full display, a testament to
the effort of his session. Cum glistens along his chest and stomach,
catching the rays of the morning sun and casting a seductive sheen on his
chiseled physique.


The air in the room was thick with the heady scent of armpit and sweaty
crotch musk, enveloping Devin's senses as he wrinkled his nose in disgust
for a moment before turning to leave. "What the fuck dude?!? You're a
psycho," he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.


Griffin, still basking in the afterglow of his release, bursts into
hysterical laughter, the sound filling the room with a raw, unbridled
energy. "It fucking stinks like ass in here too," Devin muttered under
his breath as he headed to the kitchen, clearly not amused.


Through his laughter and tears, Griffin replied with a sly grin, "Come on
bro, I know you love it. I saw you bricking up." The insinuation hung
heavily in the air, and Devin rolled his eyes in response.


"Whatever dude, I'm always chubbed in the morning. You fuckin woke me up
with your shouting. What are you even on that makes you shoot like that?"
Devin's voice was laced with both a hint of annoyance and intrigue.


"All natural, bro. This is how an alpha male busts his nut. Observe and
learn," Griffin quipped with a cocksure snort, taking one final long
whiff of his armpit. He leaps off the bed and saunters towards the
bathroom to rinse off, his toned buttocks jiggling with each step.


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