The dorm room was still dark when Jacob’s alarm blared at 5:30 AM, a harsh buzz that jolted Matt awake. He was still on Jacob’s chest, nestled in the warm, hairy expanse between his pecs, the faint musk of last night’s shower lingering on the giant’s skin. Jacob groaned, stretching his massive frame, his muscles rippling beneath Matt like a living landscape. His dark eyes flicked down, catching Matt’s tiny form, and a sly grin spread across his face. “Rise and grind, shrimp,” he said, his voice rough with sleep but dripping with mischief. “We’re hitting the gym. You’re coming along for the ride—gonna get up close and personal with my morning workout.”
Matt’s heart skipped, his tiny body buzzing with nerves. “The gym? How am I supposed to—?”
Jacob cut him off, scooping Matt up in his calloused palm. “You’ll stick with me, tiny. Right here.” He patted his groin, his fingers lingering on the bulge in his gym shorts. Before Matt could protest, Jacob tugged the waistband open, sliding Matt into the tight, humid space against his cock and balls. The placement was deliberate—Matt was wedged between the heavy, warm weight of Jacob’s dick and the sweaty skin of his sack, the coarse hair scratching his tiny body. The smell was immediate and intense—a raw, masculine musk, sharp with morning testosterone and the faint tang of last night’s sweat. The shorts snapped shut, sealing Matt in a dark, suffocating cocoon of flesh and fabric.
Jacob strode to the gym, his heavy steps jostling Matt against the pulsing warmth of his cock, the skin soft yet firm, shifting with every movement. The gym was already alive with the clank of weights and the grunts of early risers. Jacob wasted no time, diving into his workout with brutal intensity. Sit-ups came first, each crunch clenching his abs and shifting his groin, pressing Matt tighter against the slick, musky skin. The heat built rapidly, sweat beading on Jacob’s body and dripping into the tight space, coating Matt in a salty film. The smell grew heavier, the musk thickening with every rep, clogging Matt’s lungs.
Squats followed, Jacob’s massive thighs flexing as he lowered and rose, the movement grinding Matt against his cock and balls. The pressure was relentless, the texture overwhelming—velvety skin, coarse hair, and the faint pulse of Jacob’s arousal beneath it all. Push-ups were next, Jacob’s arms bulging as he powered through sets, his chest heaving, the sweat pouring faster. Matt was trapped in a furnace, the musk and heat inescapable, the smell a heady mix of sweat, testosterone, and Jacob’s raw scent. During a set of deadlifts, Jacob’s cock twitched faintly, a subtle shift that sent a jolt through Matt, and Jacob’s low chuckle vibrated through his body. “Fuck, you’re tickling me, shrimp,” he muttered under his breath, his voice teasing but edged with something softer.
The workout stretched on, each exercise a sensory assault—bench presses, pull-ups, lunges—all amplifying the heat, sweat, and musk. Jacob’s gym shorts were soaked, the fabric clinging to his skin, sealing Matt in a humid, stinking prison. Through it all, Jacob’s dominance was casual, his teasing comments—“Hope you’re enjoying the view, perv” or “Don’t slip, tiny”—laced with that flicker of vulnerability, like he was as affected by Matt’s presence as Matt was by his.
As the session neared its end, Jacob moved to the treadmill for a final cardio burst. His sprints sent his cock and balls bouncing, each jolt a disorienting shock for Matt, the sweat and musk overwhelming.
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