Stocky (ASK)

I must say, I appreciate the flexibility in terms of weight. If you’re going to go greek, just know you’re not necessarily going to look greek. By that, I mean when we think of “frat boys,” we’re always greeted with images of cut and chiseled adonises with deep six packs. But when you’re drinking that manyactual six packs a day, you’re not going to look like an Olympic runner.

Which isn’t to say most of those extra pounds won’t be going to your muscles. When you’re not out partying, jumping into swimming pools off roofs, or fucking your second girlfriend in the spare bedroom upstairs, you’re at the gym. Pumping that iron and downing protein shakes, hoping to make that next weight class. By the end of the semester, you’ll be so big, your friends will be calling you “the beast.” Your girlfriends will call you that too… for different reasons of course.

But pledging a frat means having to make some sacrifices. First, you can say goodbye to all of your nerdy ways. Comic books? What are those. Movies? Those are for losers. You’ll still have an encyclopedic knowledge, but it will be strictly reserved for sports, porn, and fitness. Everything else, including school, is going to sound boring to you, so you might as just skip class. This is college, after all.

Second is your height. We’ll have to knock a couple inches off. Short and stout are the key words here. At 5’8’’, you’re not the most imposing of your frat brothers, but when those “few” extra pounds becomes 40 extra pounds, no one is going to think of messing with you. By the time we’re done, your arms are going to be so thick you could crack a nut with them. Besides, you know what they say about short guys, right?

Which reminds me; a stocky frat boy body is no good without a stocky frat boy dick to back it up. You’re going to have a tough time going through TSA when it looks like you’re hiding a beer can in your gym shorts. On the plus side, the girls are going to go wild for your cock. Guys too. It doesn’t matter how straight you may act; we all know what you frat boys do between partying and working out, and when I’m done with you, your bros are going to be climbing over each other to get a taste of your monster meat.

So… shall we begin?