Day 1, 11:00 AM

“My name is Jharrel, I’m a blogger on TheNewdBlog.com. I’m here in college, and I’m really excited about the upcoming stuff on The Newd Blog.”

Jharrel is back for another academic year at UCUM, a small university situated in Florida. Jharrel is currently pursuing his degree in media and communication, aiming to gain valuable expertise in the field. To enhance his skills, he has embarked on a journey of blogging and photography for The Newd Blog. Interestingly, Jharrel shares a close bond with his best friend, Danga, who is also a NewdCreator. The dynamics of their relationship are quite intriguing, but I believe it would be best if Jharrel himself shares the details.

“When I met Danga, it was fun, it was crazy though, but a lot of work had to get done, and I was excited about the stuff that was going on the website.”

Jharrel’s humility is evident as he downplays his qualities. He possesses a friendly nature and easily forms connections with others. However, Jharrel’s perspective shifted when he encountered Danga and witnessed the impressive size of his manhood.

“People ask me how come we don’t date each other. Danga is a great guy, but when we first met, I saw his giant horse cock and my mouth was like, what, like, what the fuck. That big-ass monster cock, like, I don’t know if I could take that because I want my insides, my walls, cause shit I don’t want my body fucked up cause that big-ass horse cock. That’s fuckin crazy man, I never seen a dick that big.”

Today, Danga and Jharrel were chilling at a table on campus. As they glanced around, they spotted a super cute guy strolling towards them.

“Aye, peep shorty right there. light-skinned, clean cut, and he lookin this way,” Danga says to Jharrel.

“You swear everybody tryna get at you. Just ’cause you packin’ don’t mean everybody want a sample,” Jharrel replies.

“Don’t act brand new! you know folks stay clockin’ the meat,” Danga jokes with Jharrel.

“Yo dick way too muthafuckin big. You know your dick come with a warning label! I’m goooood!” Jharrel responds sarcastically.

“A warning label? Please. I’m the fine print everybody ignore till it’s too late,” Danga snapped back.

“Man, go fuck yourself with that monster,” Jharrel responds.

“Now that I think about it, I ain’t done that in years…” Danga laughs.

“…Wait—what? You serious?” Jharrel exclaims in shock.

Danga reminisced about his younger days when he used to engage in various experiments driven by his raging hormones. However, his train of thought was interrupted as a guy approached their table.

“Excuse me, my name is Khalil, do you fellas know where the campus bookstore is?” Khalil inquired.

Danga turned to his friend Jharrel and said, “I told ya, you owe me,” causing Jharrel to roll his eyes.

“You must not be from here,” Jharrel replied.

“Naw, I’m from California, this is my first week on campus,” Khalil explained.

Danga couldn’t help but ask, “You a football player or something?”

Surprised, Khalil responded, “Yeah, I am, how you know?”

“‘Cause I saw your ass when you walked up here,” Danga muttered, stealing a glance at Khalil’s backside.

“Danga, stop it!” Jharrel interjected, nudging Danga. “The bookstore is near the center of campus, but it’s hard to find cause it’s cramped between a cafe and the admission office. Do you want me to show you?”

Khalil gratefully replied, “If you don’t mind, sure.”

Jharrel stood up from the table and started walking with Khalil toward the bookstore, leaving Danga behind. As they walked away, Danga thought Khalil was really attractive and admired Khalil’s ass. Danga doesn’t discriminate and likes all body types, but he really has an appreciation for thick muscular athletes with a nice bubble butt. He leans back and starts to imagine the things he would do with a sexy football player like Khalil.

“So, how do you like it here so far? I know it’s different from California,” Jharrel asked.

“I mean, the weather is the same except it rains a lot here. I miss my girlfriend but other than that everything is cool,” Khalil replied.

“Awww, you miss your girlfriend. Y’all trying to do the long-distance?” Jharrel asked.

“I don’t know. We pretty much dated all of high school, but I got a scholarship here and she went to school in Arizona, but there are some things you can’t do long distance,” Khalil said.

“I understand, everybody likes to feel body contact and to be touched, especially when you’re dating someone,” Jharrel acknowledged.

Khalil expressed, “You just don’t know, this girl is bomb as fuck, cute face, thick ass, just the look of her would make you want to jizz your pants.”

“Jizz your pants?” Jharrel chuckled and continued, “Yeah, you definitely are not from here. But since you’re a thousand miles away from your girl, it looks like you’re going to be a handyman.” Jharrel said while mimicking a hand motion as if he was pleasuring himself.

“Oh gosh, that’s definitely going to be a problem,” Khalil responded sadly.

“Speaking about jizz, bruh, what the fuck is that?” Jharrel asked, playfully nudging Khalil’s arm and pointing to the right.

There was a man in a red shirt sitting on the bench in the baseball field’s dugout, masturbating.

“That’s wild, in broad daylight too,” Khalil remarked. “I swear Florida dudes just don’t care.”

“I guess they named this college UCUM for a reason,” Jharrel laughed. “But hey, we’re here at the bookstore. Let me see your phone.”

Jharrel reached out his hand and Khalil handed it over.

“I’m texting my number from your phone. If you ever wanna hang out or need help with your problem, text me, alright!”

“No doubt, thanks for showing me the bookstore, I’ll text you when I get settled in,” Khalil said as he walked into the store.

Right before Khalil entered the store, he unintentionally collided with another student.

“Umm, do you know him?” the stranger inquired of Khalil.

“Not really, they just helped me find the bookstore, you know him?” Khalil asked.

“He be hanging out with this wanna-be porn star,” the man replied. “I’m warning you, they ain’t nothing but trouble.”

“You had a bad experience?” Khalil inquired.

“Nooooo, I would never hang out with guys like them.. I just heard that he got a 13-inch dick and he be posting nasty pictures and videos on his JustFor.Fans and website and the girl was fainting over him,” the man explained.

“13 inches!!!!… I thought my dick was big but Damn!”

“Exactly! He goes by Danga911 online. I ain’t look because I don’t swing that way. But I be hearing rumors and It’s not good. My name is Montie by the way,” Montie said while shaking Khalil’s hand.

“I’m Khalil,” Khalil responded as he completed the handshake.

“Nice to meet you Khalil… Everyone on campus knows Danga. I think he a sex worker and you know how they are. Parties and sex all the time. I’m tellin you, be careful,” Montie warned.

“Good lookin out. I’m about to get in line to get my books. I guess I’ll be seeing you around.” Khalil said as he turned and entered the bookstore.

Jharrel returned to his dorm and noticed that Danga was already in the shower. Jharrel undressed and laid completely naked on the bed. After 10 minutes, Danga emerged from the bathroom, also completely naked.

“Hey Danga, can you give me a massage?” Jharrel asked, sounding tired.

Danga’s long 9-inch soft penis swung from side to side as he walked around the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lotion, climbed onto the bed, and straddled Jharrel’s backside.

Danga applied some lotion to his hands and started massaging Jharrel’s back, legs, and buttocks.

Jharrel began to relax as Danga continued the massage until Jharrel fell asleep.

Lead Cast

• Danga911
• Jharrel
• Khalil
• Montie

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