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MOVIE MAGIC

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

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MOVIE MAGIC

By anonymous.a

Living in a military town you’ll see loads of servicemen wandering around with nothing to do. They’re new to the place. They don’t know anybody.

Most importantly, they’re lonely.

Not to make it sound as if I’m exploiting that loneliness, but I do sometimes find myself benefittng from their quiet desperation for companionship. If it matters I’ve been on the flip side of that coin. Work sometimes sends me out of town for extended periods, and unless I hook up with somebody in a local chatroom, my nights are spent eating meals by myself at nearby restaurants, watching the occasional movie and hanging out in my hotel, maybe for a drink at the bar or a jerkoff session in my room.

Heck, sometimes life works out that way even when I’m not traveling. That was my predicament one recent Saturday afternoon when I looked around my house and discovered there was nothing, either inside or out, that needed immediate attention. All the yard work had been done (at least temporarily), I had no pressing laundry needs, the dishes were washed, the bills paid … what the hell was I going to do?

I thought about going next door to Kevin’s place and seeing if he needed, er, more “help” with one of his home improvement projects. The last time I “helped” him I ended up slurping that giant cock of his down my throat (“Air Force Weenie”).

Then there was Scott on the other side of me, whose ass I had probed with my tongue while he teetered on a ladder replacing a floodlight bulb (“An Officer and a Gentleman”). Bob across the street (“Fucked by the Non-Com”) had moved, and I didn’t get screwed by him before he left, which was a damn shame. When I saw the U-Haul parked in his driveway my asshole twitched with regret. Even drunk he could fuck like a champ.

So here I was on a Saturday afternoon with absolutely nothing to do. What the hell? I grabbed my wallet and keys, intent on getting in the car and driving around until something presented itself, sex-wise or not.

But then I spied a movie gift card lying next to my wallet.

Sheesh, I hadn’t been to a theater here in town in ages. Seems like the only time I went to the movies was when I was traveling and desperate for something to kill time. It wasn’t often those circumstances presented themselves here at home.

Except they had. I seemed desperate to kill time now, and the sequel to “Independence Day” was still in theaters. Why not? I told myself. Let’s go watch aliens wreak havoc.

The theater was dark, cool, and surprisingly empty of theatergoers. At first I thought I’d gone through the wrong door, but I checked my ticket and yes, this was “Independence Day,” the 2:45 showing. Then I got out my phone and consulted the Internet Movie Database for their reviews. That explained it. The movie was a stinker, according to the critics, both profession and non. Despite that I decided to stay; sometimes a cheesy science fiction movie can be more fun than a movie with “layers.”

The theater offered stadium seating, and I was in the uppermost row so I was able to survey everybody who entered. For instance, an elderly man and woman sat way down toward the front, presumably because they could see better from there. A scattering of younger folks – couples or groups of guys – filled some of the rows in between. Some rows were completely empty.

The screen was showing that pre-trailer crap – previews for TV shows, ads for body wash and fast cars, and admonitions that you not do what I had just done – use my cell phone – after the movie started. As I watched it roll across the screen I almost missed the guy climbing the stairs, heading in my direction. But once my eyes settled on his lanky frame, I began tallying all the important details.

Height? About 6-foot 2. Weight? Maybe 170. Hair? Hard to tell; maybe blonde. It was cut so short it could have been any color. Race? Definitely pasty white. From the look of him I calculated Midwest, maybe Ohio strip shopping center Barnes & Noble clerk. Clothes? A polo-style shirt and khaki cargo shorts that were a little too short for his frame, falling just above his knobby knees. He ensemble was topped off by a pair of calf-high sports socks and cheap Walmart knock-offs of Vans.

It all added up to Air Force airman.

He climbed all the way to the top and entered my row of seats, plopping down about three chairs to my left. He took out his phone and did something to it – I assume turned off the ringer – then shoved it back into his shorts pocket. Then he appeared to relax. He surveyed the theater and his fellow moviegoers, then unexpectedly turned my way, catching me staring before I could pretend I wasn’t. Damn. I hate it when that happens.

“Nice and cool in here, isn’t it?” He said in a voice that was slightly louder than a whisper.

“Thank God,” I answered. “I thought I was gonna melt outside. Hottest summer in years.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he said, more a statement than a question.

“Oh but I am,” I said back. “It’s just that now that I’m an old fart the heat affects me more.”

“You don’t look very old. How old are you?”

A man after my own heart. “Thirty-nine,” I said. “Going on 70.”

He chuckled. “I’m from Michigan. It gets hot like this in the summer. Luckily we’re next to a lake so we get a nice breeze.”

An older woman and her teenage whatever – daughter, granddaughter, illegal lesbian lover – turned around and scowled at us, the old woman hissing a reproachful “Shhh!” I offered a wry smile to Mr. Michigan and pulled down the seat next to me, patting it with hand. He wasted no time scrambling from his chair and joining me. He stuck a big sweaty hand into mine and whispered, “Gauge.” I told him my name and we did the nice-to-meet-you thing and then he filled me in.

Yes, he was Air Force. This was his first assignment, a C-130 mechanic at the local base. He grew up in a small town called Lexington on the shore of Lake Huron. He was 20 years old and one day hoped to become an astronomer, a rather odd vocation for a guy who replaced special purpose pods and pylons on cargo planes. It was the money, he explained. The military wouldn’t put him through school to become an astronomer but if he lived in the barracks and didn’t buy a fancy car, he could save the money to go to college on the G.I. Bill once he was out. I had to admire his determination. I mean, I don’t know what the job market for astronomers is like, but I do know the academic requirements are pretty steep, especially the math and physics. But if that’s what his dream was then more power to him.

The trailers began and we lowered our voices but continued to talk, risking another disapproving scowl from the woman two rows below us. He evaluated each trailer with a sliding scale that ranged from “definitely” for “definitely gotta see that one” to “no effing way.” As his ratings became more colorful and goofy, I couldn’t help but laugh. Gauge was a funny guy.

Finally, “Independence Day” began. My excitement waned as the first half hour played out on the screen, and I began to understand why so many people had given it negative reviews. Bottom line? It was boring. And Gauge was confirming that thumbs down review. His head was nodding. Was he falling asleep?

At that moment he shifted in his seat and laid his head on my shoulder. I didn’t say anything or move, because I didn’t want to disturb him. He might have awakened and realized he was getting cozy with another guy. Some of these military guys are thin-skinned about that. They didn’t want anybody thinking they were anything less than all-man. Frankly I was enjoying the feel of this all-man resting his head on my shoulder.

Gauge shifted again and slid his arm behind my back. We had not lowered the armrest, so it was a simple matter for me to lean forward slightly and let him reach around my back. When he was settled he began rubbing my side, a tender gesture you don’t see unless it’s a guy and a girl – and usually it’s the girl doing the rubbing.

We sat that way for a few minutes, me lapping up the feel of this young man and his gentle ministrations, an unexpected treat that far surpassed anything happening on the screen. It felt so good and comfortable, more like the kind of attention you give your partner after a session of lovemaking. I wanted to just wallow in this and enjoy it. If we’d been at my place I might have wrapped my arms around him and gone to sleep.

At last, I decided to reciprocate. I allowed my left hand to settle on the inside of his thigh. His shorts had drawn up so my hand was halfway on shorts fabric, halfway on bare flesh. His warmth, his easy breathing and the motions his hand made were giving me a ferocious erection. I could feel my dick pressing against my own cargos, pulling painfully at the pubes as it struggled to find a place within the confines of my crotch to grow to its full length.

I desperately wanted to slide my hand up the leg of his shorts but there was really no way to do that. But then it didn’t matter because Gauge slowly eased his arm from behind my back, placed his hand over my hand and with great care, eased it up his thigh until my hand rested on his erection. I could feel it easily beneath the stiff fabric of his shorts, a massive rod as hard as concrete. I squeezed it and he let out a satisfied sigh. I lightly jacked it but there wasn’t enough give in his shorts to let me truly masturbate him.

I felt his left hand fumbling at his zipper. He waited until a loud scene appeared on the screen and unzipped all the way, raising his head from my shoulder and adjusting his shorts so he could pull that monster from his fly.

It was a massive missile. Conservatively I’d guess it was in the 8-inch range, pale against the dark of his lap and the flickering twilight of the theater. The cap was no bigger than the shaft so it had the look of a slick torpedo. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and reveled in its sticky warmth. Gauge sank into his seat and let his arms fall to his side. Seems like I was invited to do whatever I wanted.

I jacked it for several minutes. Since ours was the last row and nobody was sitting with us, we were not at risk of being discovered. Gauge spread his legs wide so that his right leg was rubbing against mine, bristly hairs and all, and slouched in his seat even deeper as my hand glided up and down the shaft of that monster penis. I noticed his breath was quickening and I wanted to lean down and take it into my mouth, but if I had done that somebody would have noticed. The seat backs of the row ahead of us weren’t high enough to conceal a bobbing head.

So I contented myself with jacking his cock as cities fell to ruin and airplanes blew up on the screen before us. The warmth of his dick continued to climb until it felt like I was holding a freshly boiled bratwurst in my hand. Gauge’s breathing became more rapid and I knew our fun time was about to reach its climax.

Seconds later, his hand clamped onto the outside of my hand, and I felt his cock pulsing in my grip as a geyser of hot Michigan airman cum shot skyward. It caught the light from the screen and seemed to glow from within, a luminous cascade of pearls falling floorward. Two more healthy eruptions of military boy batter coated his and my hands, and aftershocks of orgasm dribbled down the shaft and into my sliding grip, allowing me to momentarily speed up my jacking. He folded up on himself as if he were ticklish so I released his cock. As he took his hand and shook the cum off it, I raised mine to my mouth and began licking it off.

“That was fucking intense,” he whispered to me as his dick deflated to hang between his Walmart cargos. The old woman ahead of us turned and frowned, then returned her gaze to the screen.

He got that big python back inside his shorts while I cleaned the remnants of his spooge from between my fingers. It was the best movie snack I’d tasted in my life, an earthy, savory and exotic flavor suggestive of spices both familiar and forbidden.

The movie picked up and held our attention until the predictable ending and closing credits. We walked out together and before we went our separate ways, I made sure I got his mobile number, because this C-130 mechanic from Michigan was never going to be lonely in these parts again.

Not if I had anything to do with it.

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Leah’s Big Weekend

“I'm going to get him back,” I told my sister Delilah as we drove the final miles of the trip from Dallas to Fayetteville, Arkansas.

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“Please, tell me you're not going to have sex with him to get him back,” Delilah pleaded. Delilah was 18 and was still a virgin. She held the act of sex in higher regard than I did.

“It's not like that, Delilah. It's not like I'm a slut or anything. It's just that were Parker and I get together we have sex. It's what we do. I love having sex with him.”

“I know, I know. It's just that you're still with Gus. You shouldn't cheat on him like that. You should have broken up with him before we left.”

“Listen, if this thing with Parker doesn't work out, then I'll have Gus to fall back on. Sure, the sex isn't as great with him, but at least he lives close.”

“Why exactly isn't the sex great with him?” Delilah's curiosity about sex had gotten the better of her and she left her arguments of virtue fall by the wayside.

“Well, he's just not as big as Parker. I mean they are both about the same length, but Parker has the fattest dick I've ever seen. He totally fills me up.”

“About how long are they?”

“They're both about 5” long.”

“And that's big?”

“It's the biggest I've ever seen, but all of them were pretty close. None of them were nearly as thick though.”

Delilah seemed to contemplate this for the final ten minutes of our trip as we drove in silence.

We pulled into Parker's drive and turned of the car. He and his new girlfriend, Allison came out to the car to meet us. I had met Allison once before at Parker's 21st birthday party when they were just friends, but the woman walking out now no longer resembled the 18 year old girl that I remembered. It appeared as if she had hit a growth spurt in these past couple of years and had blossomed into a very voluptuous goddess. I definitely had my worked cut out for me.

Parker had told me that she was very nervous about my trip to see him. She was actually jealous of how skinny and tiny I was. Why would she be jealous of my body, complete with my 30B boobs, when she obviously had at least a 34D rack to woo her man?

Parker always said he loved my perfect heart-shaped ass bounced off his cock when we were fucking doggy style. I wore my tightest jeans to accent my assets. The war was on, her boobs vs. my perfect ass.

I had two more advantages in my arsenal. The first was that Allison and Parker had not had sex yet. He had told me that he had a serious case of “blue balls” and that if Allison didn't break down soon, he didn't know what he would do.

The second advantage, the one I intended to use to the utmost, was that I had no curfew. Allison was 18, but still lived with her parents. Parker had told me that her parents demanded that she be home by 11:00 that night. I would be staying at Parker's house in his guest bedroom. Plenty of time left after she went home to get in his pants.

“Allison, this is Leah,” Parker said as he made our introduction.

Rather than a normal handshake between foes, Allison made a quick move to hug me and before I could react I was engulfed in her embrace. Then, the reason for the show of faux affection became evident.

Allison was now a good five or six inches taller than me. When we came together, I was face-to-chest with her ample cleavage. The girl was showing me what she was coming to the table with and I believe that my guess of a 34D chest might have been underestimating my rival. There was no other way to put it…this girl was stacked.

“Parker has told me so much about you,” Allison said sweetly, “I am so glad that you two have been able to remain friends. He really does cherish your friendship.”

“Thank you,” I said in an equally sweet timbre as I steamed inside. So, that was how she was going to play it. She was marking the territorially lines as succinctly as if she was a wild animal. I was being relegated to friend status.

She walked back to stand by his side and my heart sank. The battle of our best assets was over before it started. My perfect ass had just been trumped by an ass that was so juicy and round that I wanted to grab a hold of it, and I held no same sex tendencies at all. Not to mention the longest and most feminine legs that I have seen. If I were to win the affections of Parker back, my body was not to be an ally of mine. I was betrayed by my own flesh.

“And Delilah, Allison says that you guys used to go to school together,” Parker continued. The part that little miss perfect must not have told him is that they were bitter enemies at school. Allison had made my sister's life a living hell. They were both on the cheerleading squad when lived here a few years ago, but the contrasts in their appearances now could not be more evident.

My sister had shed her preppy girl façade in favor of the frumpier look of today's youth. There was only a few years difference between her and me, but I will never understand the baggy pants and hoodies look…especially on a girl. She and her friends were what they called “Straight Edge,” a movement within the hardcore community that vowed to stay away from drugs, alcohol, tobacco products, and other vices…something that I was thankful for.

“Hey,” Delilah waved.

“Hi,” Allison responded and from the tone of her voice she knew very well where their relationship stood.

“Well, let's get your stuff in. You'll be staying in the basement studio. It's my room, but I'll stay in the guest room,” Parker went on, “We'd better hurry because we're supposed to meet the guys at Guido Joe's for dinner. They're going to come over tonight to party with us. I hope that's okay with you.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I lied. So that was the plan. Parker was going to surround himself with a bunch of wingmen and make it impossible for me to get one-on-one time with him.

“Hey, Leah, how have you been?” J.P. came up to me and gave me a hug. He was one of Parker's best friends, but we had never been that close, so the hug was unexpected. He walked with me to our table, pulled out a chair for me, and sat down beside me. Delilah didn't seem to be getting the same treatment. Obviously, J.P. was wingman numero uno.

But, Parker had no shortage of back-ups. His youngest brother Devin and cousin Gary were there along with another good friend, Mason. His plan was well laid out. He knew that he would not be able to resist me on his own and had acted accordingly.

Dinner went smoothly enough and Allison was as sweet as she possibly could be. Maybe I had misjudged her. Maybe, just maybe, she was a genuine as she came across and I was projecting my jealousies upon her. Thing was I was really beginning to like her. She seemed like a girl that in another situation, we could be friends. Even Delilah and Allison appeared to be putting their rocky past behind them.

“I need to go to the restroom,” Allison said as she stood up, “Do you two want to come with me?”

“Sure,” Delilah and I said together and we followed her to the restroom. The door closed behind us and Allison rounded on us like a giant lioness. The difference in our heights was now more evident than ever and she scared the shit out of me.

“Listen, Bitch, I know what you two are here for and there is no way in hell that you are going to get him back! You had your chance and you fucked it up! Parker is a good man and I'm not going to sit around and watch you screw him over again!”

“I'm not…” I tried to object, but was silenced.

“Shut up! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it's going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed! I don't care what you have to say, "I've got a headache' or whatever! If I hear that you did anything other than that, I will personally drive over to Dallas and kick your tiny, little ass! Understand!?!”

She didn't wait for an answer. She barreled past me knocking me to the ground and out the door.

Delilah reached a hand out to help me up and helped me dust myself off.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Can you believe her?”

“I know, what a bitch! I'll tell you right now, I don't care if I have to fuck every single guy out there to get you alone with Parker, I'm going to do it.”

“Delilah, I can't ask you to do that.”

“You're not asking and I'm telling you that this is going to happen. You just be ready for your chance and I'll take care of everything else.”

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We got seated in Mason's 1969 Chevelle. I was up front with Mason and my shadow, J.P., while Delilah was in the back between Devin and Gary. We left the parking lot and headed for Parker's house.

“Mason, do you mind if we make a quick detour. I really want to go get some liquor so we can party a bit tonight,” Delilah requested.

“Sure, sounds like fun,” Mason responded as he switched lanes to go to our new destination, Boudreaux's Liquor World.

“So, what do you girls drink?” J.P. asked.

“Vodka. We usually start with screwdrivers, but by the end of the night we are each holding a bottle in our hands,” Delilah lied effortlessly. It was clear that she had devised a plan to get me to Parker because she didn't drink and I hate vodka, so I nodded my head in approval of her statement.

“Damn! We got some real party girls here!” Mason said enthusiastically, “I can't even touch the stuff…makes me puke.”

Delilah was clearly trying to get the wingmen to start thinking with their penises and it was working, too. You could almost hear the four cocks in the car cheer at the thought of two sexy, soon-to-be drunk, chicks in their presence.

Back at Parker's house we all carried in our drinks of choice. I started toward the kitchen to put my bottle of vodka away, but Delilah grabbed me by the back of my shirt and tugged me in the opposite direction.

“Hey, guys, we're going to go downstairs and change into something a little more comfortable,” she called out.

“Let me go put this up, then,” I whispered to her.

“No, bring it with you,” she said at the same level.

We got downstairs and Delilah went straight to work. She headed for the suitcases and started barking out directions.

“First of all, go to the bathroom, pour this shit out, and then fill them up with water,” she commanded, handing me her bottle of vodka.

I did as she said as she began to rifle through our suitcases. I finished filling up the bottles and returned them to their sacks. When I got out of the bathroom Delilah tossed me a pair of her flannel pajama bottoms and a cotton t-shirt with a local Dallas band emblazoned on the front.

“Put that on,” she commanded again.

“What are you going to wear?”

“One of your normal skimpy things, but no more questions. They're going to think we're up to something if we take too long down here,” she said as she began to strip right in front of me.

I took her lead and started to shed my clothes. I have to admit that I was taking more than a peek at my little sister as we continued to undress. I hadn't seen her nude since we were little girls taking a bath together. She took off her undershirt and I froze.

“Holy shit, Delilah! What the hell happened to you?” I exclaimed in amazement.

“What?” she looked down in complete bewilderment.

“You're…” I tried to think of the right word to tell your little sister that she's hot, it escaped me, “…I mean, damn girl.”

Of course, I knew that she was taller than I, but ever since her transformation from cheerleader to “sk8r gurl” she kind of kept her body covered. Plus, I had been away at college for the past few years and hadn't seen her on a regular basis. But, the past couple of years had been good to my once scrawny little sister.

Her curves were voluptuous, but mounted on muscles carved from stone. Her religious addiction to skateboarding had given her maybe the most athletic body I had ever seen. Also, my size small tank top and shorts were having a hard time holding in big boobs and round ass. There was no doubt she would have no problem holding up her end of the bargain. She would attract the wingmen like bees to honey.

She smiled at my loss of vocabulary, “Thanks. You think this will get "em?”

“No problem.”

“Good, now here's how we're going to do it. I'm going to start picking them off one at a time. Once you have Parker alone, you work your magic with him. He still has a thing for you, I could tell by the way he looked at you all night. Allison knew it, too. I think that's why she took us into the bathroom. She wanted to scare the shit out of you wouldn't try anything.

Anyway, get him alone and fuck his brains out if you have to; show him what he'll be missing.”

I was a little surprised at her frankness and it must have shown on my face.

“What? I'm serious. Fuck him stupid. You know he likes it or he wouldn't keep coming back.”

“I know. I can take care of my part, but are you sure you want to do this?”

“Leah, you don't really believe all that straight edge bullshit I feed to mom and dad, do you? This will be my pleasure. I've had sex with more guys than this in one night. With a body like this, I get all I want,” she proclaimed, posing with her hands on her hips.

Well, that was a bummer. She had had sex with more guys in one night than I had in my entire life and her pose was goddess-like. I little punch of envy hit me in the stomach for the second time that day.

“Alright, let's go. Follow me and remember, do not drink from any other bottle than your own. We need to stay clear-headed.”

We came to the top of the stairs and as the guys turned towards us, I might as well had not even been there. Delilah demanded everyone's direct attention…even Parker's.

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“So, what do you boys want to do?” Delilah asked. It was a simple enough question, but the way in which she asked it laid miles and miles of sexual undertones.

“Well, we got the karaoke set-up,” Parker offered, trying to maintain control over the situation. But, his will was like a twig standing in the path of the force of nature which was Hurricane Delilah.

“Oh, I was hoping we could play a drinking game or something. Leah and I came here to relax and forget about life back home for a bit. I know this one, it's called Three Man. Have y'all played it before?”

"Y'all,' I thought to myself. Boy, she was laying it on thick. Delilah had always despised the drawl that all the southern belles used, but she was using it as if it were completely natural. It sounded sweeter than honey and the boys seemed to be eating it up.

“Parker, we need some dice,” Delilah commanded. She then explained the rules and within five minutes the group was on its way to intoxication. All except for Parker, who said he would just watch because he had to pick up Allison tomorrow morning for church and needed to go to bed soon.

After about 30 minutes, Parker went to bed. I figured this wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe if he were asleep, I couldn't sneak into his room and gently “wake him up”. He used to like that when we were together. His favorite time to have sex was in the morning and he really liked it when I would start things while he was asleep. He always said he liked the feeling of dreaming about sex and then waking up to find that you actually are having sex.

By this time some of the guys were really starting to get drunk. Mason was the first to fall victim to Delilah's plan. He was unlucky enough to stay the Three Man (the person who drinks every time a 3, or total of 3, is rolled) in the game for so many rounds that he had almost drained his bottle of Jack Daniels. Although it was the bump on the head that he received on a trip to the bathroom that finally did him in.

We were afraid that we might have to take him to the hospital, but he convinced us he was okay. He passed out sitting up with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. He stayed in that position the rest of the night. One down, three to go…

I spent the next hour with my top off due to a rule made when someone rolled snake eyes that stated, “anyone who was under 5'8” must take off all the clothes above the waist.” I wish I had something to drink other than water. It might have been easier to do that. Not that I'm too shy about my body, but it was pretty obvious that everyone of the guys were making mental comparisons between me and my sister.

The next to go was Parker's little brother, Devin. He made a mad rush for the bathroom and we could hear him getting sick in the toilet. He stayed in there for about 15 minutes more before J.P. went to check on him. J.P. came back and declared that Devin had passed out by the toilet. Two down, two to go…

The rules kept getting more sexual in nature as our blood alcohol content rose until Delilah's rule that, “anyone with a dick must go in that room and fuck me” sounded like a normal request. As she marched the remaining two contestants with penises into the designated room, she waved me on to Parker's room. Now was my chance.

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“Shut up! I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it's going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed!

I eased the door to Parker's room open and slid through the doorway. The moonlight shone through the wood blinds and I could faintly see Parker lying on his back. I crept over to the opposite side of his queen size bed. After pulling off Delilah's baggy clothing, I pulled back the covers and slid in beside him.

Parker has always been a heavy sleeper which made our waking up game possible in the first place. I slid my hand underneath the covers and went straight for his manhood. The first part of my job was already done for me. He appeared to be having a really good dream because his member was as hard as a rock.

It had been about 3 years since the last time we had sex and I had either forgotten how big Parker was or he had grown a bit. When I grabbed a hold of his penis, I couldn't get my hand and the entire girth of his rod. I felt myself get a little moist at the thought of his fat cock filling me up. I really did miss that feeling.

It took all of my will to keep me from sliding myself onto him and waking him up the way we used to. With us not going out and me not knowing if he really wanted to have sex with me, mounting him without permission seemed something akin to rape.

Instead, I continued to jack him off, faster and faster until I could see that he was beginning to awaken.

“Do you still like this?” I said in my sexiest voice.

“Hmm, Mmm,” he responded groggily. I could tell he had no idea who was caressing his dick.

“Would you like me to give you a blowjob?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I ducked under the covers and took him into my mouth. As I began to bob up and down, I realized my assessment was correct, he was definitely bigger. He responded to me almost immediately and he began to moan; louder and louder until…

“Oh, Delilah.”

I stopped. So, that was what had my ex-boyfriend's cock standing at attention…my little sister?

I poked my head back above the blankets. Parker was awake and aware of his sexual faux pas.

“Leah, I'm sorry. Wait, what the hell am I sorry for? You were…” he said, but I cut him off.

“Is that what you want? Because she would probably do it. You could have us both,” I offered.

“Uh…I…”

I never got to hear his answer because the door flew open and light flooded the room.

“Sweet. You guys having a slumber party?” J.P. said as he ran and jumped on to the bed, “But, don't you need to get some sleep, Park? I'll tell you what, Leah and I will go back to her room and party down there. You get some sleep.”

I felt myself being lifted from the bed and carried into the hall. J.P. closed and locked the door behind us. He continued to carry me toward the guest bedroom.

“Put me down, I can make it on my own,” I protested.

He placed me on my feet and I stomped my way downstairs. J.P. remained close in tow behind me. He was determined, I'll give him that. When we reached the basement landing, I rounded on him.

“There you go, I'm safe and sound in my cell!” I yelled in my nude state.

“Listen, Leah, I'm so sorry. I promised him that I wouldn't let anything happen.”

“Well, you're free of your burden now. I won't bother him. Delilah and I will load up in the morning and you won't see us again!” I continued to scream at him. The effect on him was not what I had expected.

“You're not a burden, Leah,” his voice was shaky and his tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes, “I didn't want it to be like this.”

My anger ebbed away as I looked into his eyes, “Oh, J.P., I know you were just doing what Parker asked you to do. I'm sorry, I shouldn't take it out on you. You're just doing what any good friend would do.”

“He didn't ask me. I volunteered to do it.”

“I don't understand.”

“When I heard you were coming into town, I volunteered to be your escort tonight and if something like this happened, to keep you from him.”

“But, why? Don't you like me? Do you just want to keep us apart?”

“You're half right. I want to keep you apart because I do like you. I always have, even when you and Parker were together, you were all I could think about. I wanted to use this situation so I could talk to you by myself.”

“Really? You like me?”

“I know, it's crazy, but I still to this day think about you all the time.”

“J.P., that's so sweet. I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

He smiled sheepishly.

I leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned and I caught him full on the lips. I broke away quickly and looked at him sternly. The anger swelled in me again, but subsided as quickly as it came when I realized that I kind of liked that. I made my move back to those lips and was met with a passion equal to my own on the other side.

Before I knew what was happening, we were both stripping him down. Finally only his boxers remained. I pulled myself from his lips and lowered myself to my knees. I grabbed his waistband and unwrapped my prize.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

It’s called a hook…

This was the biggest dick I'd ever seen. He was already bigger than Parker and he was completely flaccid.

“What's wrong?” J.P. asked.

“Nothing's wrong. I was just startled. Your dick is huge! I've never seen one so big!” I exclaimed.

“Bigger than Parker's?” he asked with a smile.

I laughed out loud. “Right now you're bigger than he is when he's got a boner.”

My mention of his massive size must have turned him on a bit because his cock was lengthening right before my eyes. "Damn, I'm never going to get all that in,' I remember thinking.

I tentatively reached a hand up to his crotch and grabbed a hold of his shaft, or as much as I could. His cock was unbelievably thick, at least the circumference of a can of coke. I lifted his heavy member and began to stroke it.

As I did, I was struck again, this time by the sheer volume of his balls. The orbs had been partially covered by his gargantuan appendage, but even so, I don't know how I missed them before. They were the size of large eggs and my other hand just had to explore their vastness.

I continued to stroke him and his penis reached lengths that I would have thought unimaginable just minutes ago. The growth finally seemed to subside and his organ was as hard as a diamond. I stopped jerking him off and just marveled at the immensity of his organ.

“How big is it?” I asked as I continued to gaze.

“About 8 ½”, but it's over 9” around it,” he said casually, like a dick like his came along everyday.

“I want you to fuck the hell out of me with that thing,” I said with a calmness that belied the urges developing in me. I could feel the dampness between my legs. When I took off my bra and panties, teasing him all the while, I noticed that my panties were actually dripping with my own juices as I flung them across the room with my foot.

“Damn, Leah, you're even sexier than I had ever imagined. I can't count the times that I've jerked off thinking about you and even in my best fantasies, I never imagined you were half this hot.”

“Really? To me?” I felt another drop of juices running down between my thighs.

“Hell, yeah, you're fucking gorgeous!”

“Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you lay down on that bed and let me fulfill your fantasies. I extended my hand to his chest and pushed him gently on to his back. His cock stood up in the air, tilting just a tad. I was reminded of the Leaning Tower of Pisa as I climbed on to the bed. I stood up and placed a foot on each side of his waist.

“Now, listen, you just lay there because I'd rather not die from being impaled by a dick. Let me get used to it for a bit,” I said, laying down the rules of engagement.

“Mmm Hmm,” he responded making a guttural sound of affirmation. I couldn't tell if he was really listening to me or not because he seemed to be preoccupied with my pussy.

I slowly lowered myself on to his cockhead. I could feel my cunt being stretched to the limit and I pulled back. "Damn, I don't even think I got the head all the way in,' I thought. I am going to through a shit load of pain before I get much pleasure at all.

I pressed down against his swollen member again. I felt him slide in a bit further this time. I was about to retreat when J.P. thrust his hips forward and slammed several more inches into me.

“Ow, fuck!” I screamed, “What the hell? I told you to lay still. Jesus, that fucking hurt!” I winced as I rubbed my wounded vagina.

“I'm sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“It's okay, but you have to be careful with that thing. It's not like I go around shoving Coke cans up my vag on a regular basis. Be patient and give me a sec.”

“Okay, I'm sorry.” And he truly looked it.

I started the process again and although it hurt like fuck (literally), J.P.'s stunt may have helped a bit. I began to slide myself up and down on his fat cock in a rhythmic motion. The pain was ebbing and sheer pleasure of my pussy being filled up more than I could have ever imagined was taking its place.

My pace increased and to my surprise I felt my ass bump against his huge balls first the first time. I looked to the point where our two bodies became one and was astonished to see that I was taking all 8 ½” into my love cave. I looked into J.P.'s face and saw the same amazement. It was then that the sex became more than just me riding my stallion. It became something bestial; raw and powerful.

My steed began to buck against the cadence of my gyrations; pounding his rod deeper and deeper. I was not going to chastise him this time for his disobedience. This time I wanted it and he knew it. Now I wanted him to punish me and that's exactly what he did.

With one quick motion, I felt myself being lifted in the air. He flipped me around and placed me on my hands and knees. He was standing beside the bed and was entering me from behind. I still to this day have no idea how he did it, but his cock never left my pussy.

After gaining his footing he began again to plow his engorged member into my slit. He was more powerful than I had thought. If Parker had ever taken me this way, I don't think I ever would have broken-up with him.

J.P. was something different though, he was feral and brutish. He was untamed. I breathed in his scent and was intoxicated. I had never known such pleasure. It was so natural. We were just a man and a woman doing the most instinctual of all acts.

Once more J.P. changed our positions as he flipped me over like a rag doll and continued to pound on my pussy. The animalistic sounds that came from deep inside us intensified in volume and yearning. Our grinding became more and more intensely fierce until we could take no more.

“Shoot it all over me!” I screamed as I felt the first wave of orgasm rush over me. It was something that I always requested and my reasons never had anything to do with getting pregnant or anything like that.

I loved the shame of someone dumping their load on me like I was not worthy of their seed, but more than that, I love to show my own talent.

He removed his cock and began stroke it. He fired load after load of creamy, white juice on my face and torso, but as he did I gave him a surprise he was not ready for.

I felt my pussy explode and gallons of my own juices showered J.P. in return. Every wave of orgasm brought another blast from my opening. I raised my hips and literally covered him from head to toe with the spray. It was a little talent that Parker and I had discovered long ago…I am a squirter.

J.P. just stood there for a second, looking at me. Finally he exclaimed, “That was fucking awesome! Park said you could do that, but you can't imagine until you've seen it! Holy shit, that was so fucking cool!”

From the darkened corner of the bedroom came an almost equally excited voice, “No shit!”

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Doug’s Comeuppance: Part 2

I pulled myself out of the room as quickly as I could. Though Mark saw me, it didn’t seem to stop his onslaught in Charlotte. The rhythm of the bed springs was uninterrupted. “Forget him,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”

I closed the door and got out of there. I moved into the living room as quietly as I could. I went to Julie who was watching the snow. She had turned on the radio to the local station and was listening. “Roads are closed,” she said. “At least until morning.”

“Julie,” I said. “I think Mark saw me.”

“Well, good for him. I felt horrible watching them. I wouldn’t blame him if he got really upset.”

“But they’re doing something immoral,” I said.

“Voyeurism is moral?” asked Julie. “I don’t think you’re one to talk.”

“You watched them too.”

“At least I’m sorry about it,” she said.

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. “I’m closing down this vacation,” I said. “I didn’t want to be here anyway.” It occurred to me that I could be the good guy here. I would let the boy have Charlotte, step out of the way. If she was such a whore for wanting an under-aged lover instead of a full-grown man, who was I to step in the way of her perversion? I could be the nice one.

“I told you, the roads are closed.” Julie said it with a tone that didn’t just correct me, to provide me with new information. She was defying me, grateful to be giving me the news, wishing she could have caused the road closures herself.

With a reflex borne from so many years of marriage, I raised my right hand that was carrying the cell phone, looking for a place to strike her that wouldn’t be obvious to our houseguests. Suddenly, I decided I didn’t care about that anymore. I brought my hand down across her head. Still, she defied me. She made a stone of her face, kept her eyes on me, didn’t even blink.

It was a nice blow, right across her left cheek, just under her eye. By the time I finished my swing, I could already tell that cheek and eye were going to black and blue in no time. The force of the blow moved her head back but once I’d finished, she resumed her position, looking at me, telling me again that the road is closed.

“Bitch,” I said. My right hand was still in the follow-through. Bringing it back for another swing would put a bruise on her right cheek and eye. “Just for symmetry,” I said to her. This time, her face did change to a look of shock. I thought it was funny that she didn’t mind purple on one side of her face, but both sides seemed to fill her with horror. At least, that’s what I thought.

It turned out she wasn’t looking at me at all. She was looking beyond me, behind me. She didn’t say a word as the back of my hand came down toward her, and was stopped by another hand. She didn’t say a word when another hand threw me against the wall. My cell phone was gone now, all I could feel was the oak paneling as my face was pushed against it. “Who’s a bitch, Bitch?” asked Mark, loudly and an inch from my ear.

I fought it but he would let me go. I tried to push against the wall to free myself but he was too strong. Only when I stopped struggling, when it was clear that he was the one in control, did he release his grip. I stayed at the wall for a second, long enough to shape my face to not show fear, and then turned around.

Mark stood in my living room. He had hastily put on his boxer shorts but his dick was not contained by it. It hung like a hose out the left leg of the shorts. Charlotte was still naked, sitting on the couch with Julie, looking at her wound. “I’ll get some ice,” she told Julie. Charlotte stood up, her breasts and thighs still dripping with Mark’s goo.

Mark took Charlotte’s place, next to Julie, looking at her wounds. “I’m OK,” she told the boy. “Really, I am.”

“Why did he hurt you?” Mark asked.

“Jealous of you,” said Julie.

I made a noise. Julie was talking such nonsense.

“Shut up,” said Mark.

“I’m not jealous of you,” I insisted.

Mark stood up. This time, his cock hung more limp than before, still out the shorts, but it only emphasized how powerful it was in its flaccid state. Mark’s chest swelled, his huge muscular arms tensed as one raised at me. Reflexively, I backed away, fearful of his strength though we were already several feet apart. “Shut up,” he repeated.

Mark sat back down and Charlotte joined him on the other side of Julie. Charlotte gave Mark the ice and he applied to the side of Julie cheek. “Thanks,” Julie said to Mark. Charlotte rubbed Julie’s shoulder but it didn’t take her attention away from the boy. As he held the ice to her cheek, Julie reached up to Mark’s hand, stroked his finger. “You make me feel so much better.”

“Why did Doug do this?” asked Charlotte. “What could he be jealous of?” She seemed to be asking everyone on the couch. I felt like a ghost.

“Cock,” said Julie.

“But Doug has a nice big cock,” Charlotte said. Then quickly added, “you said.” Charlotte and I had never fucked, she’d never seen my cock, so I guessed I was a legend in their social circle.

“Not like Mark’s,” said Julie. “Nothing like yours,” she said into Mark’s eyes.

Mark’s other hand glided slowly to Julie’s breasts. They looked swollen to me. Julie’s hands were moving southward, toward the thick hose outside Mark’s shorts. Both seemed to be trying to keep their activity from Charlotte’s view. No one seemed to care what I saw. When Julie’s hand reached the plump pink head of Mark’s cock, she cradled it in her hand like it was an apple. “So heavy,” she said to him, almost with a whisper.

Mark leaned over and kissed her. Julie returned the kiss, easing her tongue into his mouth.

“Hey,” said Charlotte. “Hey, stop that.”

“Yeah,” I said.

Mark did stop it, pulling away from Julie. He looked at me first, pointed a finger at me, and said, “I’ll get to you.” To Charlotte, he said, “Baby, I know this upsets you but you know this is always going to be a problem for us. I’ve never had just one woman and you knew when you asked me to marry you that I couldn’t be faithful. I will always love you but every now and then, I need to have sex with another woman. No woman, no matter how athletic and horny, is going to keep up with my needs. You understand that?”

Charlotte nodded. “You love me?”

“Of course I do Baby,” he replied. “I am going to fuck your friend but I’ll still love only you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I expected Julie to jump off the couch and yell something like she would never fuck a teenage boy. Instead, she sat there calmly listening, holding Mark’s hand with the ice to her cheek. With her other hand, she softly massaged the head and the four inches of thick cock dangling down from his thigh.

“As for you,” said Mark. “Your wife is hurt. You will not touch her again, unless she wants you to. And you certainly won’t touch her until I’m done with her, you understand?”

Julie smiled at Mark. “You’ll protect me, won’t you?” she asked him.

Mark kept his eyes on me. “Yes or fucking no,” he said. “Do you fucking understand me?”

“Yes,” I said.

Mark kept his gaze on me. The muscles in his body tensed. He was getting ready to stand up.

“I understand,” I said. “I understand.”

Mark turned his attention back to Julie. “It’s OK,” he told her. “Believe it or not, this has happened to me before.”

“Really?” Julie asked. Her hand was now stroking Mark’s lengthening cock. Charlotte was getting almost as irritated with this as I was.

“Sure,” Mark said. “When I was a kid, I had a lot of this kind of trouble. I didn’t understand it then. When I was in junior high school, I got three teachers pregnant, almost at the same time. The three women knew each other, each knew I was the father of all three babies.”

“You have three kids?” said Julie.

“I have twelve that I know about,” said Mark. “Seven girls, five boys. All of the moms were married.”

“Husbands found out?” Julie asked.

“I’ve been caught now and then,” said Mark. “A few years ago, I was fucking this mom, a neighbor. She was like, my third girlfriend. Her husband was working late. Her kids were at a babysitter. She took me up to the master bedroom. It was a little weird because it was where she and her husband fucked. She throws me on the bed. At the time, I was barely five feet tall, she was a few inches taller. In seconds, we’re fucking hard.”

For the first time, Mark seemed to notice Julie’s stroking of his cock. He looked down at her and smiled. “Anyway, she liked it from behind because she thought she could get pregnant easier that way. I mean, she wanted to have my baby.”

“I told you he was popular,” said Charlotte to Julie. She wasn’t smiling. She said “popular’ like it was an infliction.

Mark ignored the tone if not the comment entirely. “I was humping back there pretty hard. I was just a kid so I thought this was just fun, like playing football. I knew a husband wouldn’t like it but I didn’t expect anyone to react violently. After all, it’s like football to me, except everyone gets a chance to be quarterback.

“She wanted me to come when she did, she thought it would increase her chances of fertilization. I mean she had this figured out. So, we’re both concentrating. My hands and eyes were glued to her ass as it moved back and forth over my cock. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and guess what’s there?”

“Her husband?” said Julie. Charlotte and I both rolled our eyes.

“Yup,” said Mark. “He attacked me, swinging his suitcase. I didn’t expect that. I pushed him down and tried to get out. The woman is trying to get me to stay, yelling at her husband to leave us alone for a few minutes. I kept telling the husband that I was leaving and that he could start fucking her now. I was so naïve.”

Julie was laughing. Charlotte had heard the story before. “I was trying to get the husband to take his turn,” Mark added, making Julie laugh more.

“What happened?”

“This husband kept swinging at me. Finally, I belted him. He didn’t expect the punch. It didn’t knock him out but he fell back into a chair. I think that was when he noticed my cock for the first time. He looked stunned. I was still about half erect, nine inches long at the time, if you can believe some girls.”

“You were always big?” asked Julie.

Charlotte got up and said, “I’ve heard this all before.” She stretched out her naked body. Mark’s goo now formed crusts on her otherwise flawless skin. I’m going to bed. You coming too, Baby?”

“In a little while,” said Mark. “I want to talk to Julie some more.”

Charlotte stomped her foot in a tantrum but marched herself to bed.

“I’m leaving,” I said. “The three of you can have each other.”

“You can’t go anywhere, Honey,” said Julie. “The roads are closed, remember?”

“I’ll walk,” I said.

“It’s a blizzard out there,” said Julie. “It’s a mile to the next cabin, another mile to the main road, and three miles from there to the highway. Not even the highway is going to get plowed until morning. You’ll have to stay here.”

“You planned this vacation real good,” I said.

I thought Mark would react angrily to my sarcasm so I prepared for him to strike. Instead, he stood up, letting the ice pack fall from her bruise cheek. He faced her and let her hold his giant log of a penis with both her hands. “I think so too,” he said to her.

I just wanted to get away from them so I started going to our bedroom, the last place I had fucked Julie. But instead, I found myself going over to Charlotte’s bedroom. Mark and Julie seemed not the least bit interested in where I was going anyway. Also, I thought maybe I had a chance with Charlotte, maybe she would see the error of her ways, and go for me. She would have to shower off the boy cum from her tits but I might be fucking her real soon, I thought.

When I stepped into the bedroom, things couldn’t have been better for me. Charlotte lay on the bed face down, crying her heart out. Her firm ass cheeks formed perfect domes, the crevice in the middle looked like Shangri-la to me.

I undressed from the waist down, massaging my own cock to full erection. No woman had ever resisted the smell and taste of my monster cock. I came up to the bed; her eyes were closed, tears leaking through her long dark lashes. I moved the head of my cock to her lips. As a reflex, her mouth wrapped around the head and she started to gently suck.

I ran my fingers through her hair as I rocked my hips back and forth. She was doing this like a pro, with lips born to be violated by a big cock. Her cheeks were full as her mouth took the head and some of the shaft. Her lips gently stroked my cock, making it swell even thicker. It was an E-ticket blow job, one of the best of my life.

“That’s right, baby,” I said. “You’re doing fine.”

Charlotte opened her eyes suddenly. Her mouth opened just wide enough to pull off my cock with a minimum amount of teeth damage. Still, the head of my cock stung a little bit from the scraping action. Charlotte backed away from the bed. “You pervert,” she said. “You tried to rape my mouth.”

“Hey,” I countered. “You were sucking on it.”

“I thought you were Mark,” she said. “He sometimes does that when I’m upset.” She turned her head to the ceiling. “I should have known. I knew it was too small to be Mark’s cock.”

“Too small?” I was aghast. The insults just kept on coming tonight. I put back on my pants.

Charlotte bounded off the bed. She headed straight for the door to the living room. Her crying had slowed now to just sniffles but she was interested in getting all the drama she could. I followed her out and we both saw Mark and Julie at the same time. “Your husband stuck his tiny dick in my mouth,” Charlotte said to Julie.

At that very moment, Julie had her lips wrapped around two-thirds of the head of Mark’s cock. It was all she could cram in there. She turned her head to look at Charlotte but Mark’s cock stayed in her mouth. Only some very powerful suction on the part of Julie could have kept the heavy wedge of Mark’s cock still pressed to her lips.

“Do you mind?” asked Mark. “We’re a little busy as you can see.” To emphasize his point, Julie turned her attention to Mark’s veiny thick cock, stroking its length with two hands as she kept her mouth busy.

“It’s not tiny, you fuck,” I said to Charlotte.

That stopped everything. Mark gently pushed Julie’s cock-sucking lips back off his cock. He then hoisted his meat from her face. “What did you call her?” Mark asked.

“It’s not tiny,” I said, hoping Mark wouldn’t press the issue of what I just called his bride. Also, I had put my cock in Charlotte’s mouth though she seemed to be enjoying it at the time. “I have a big cock,” I said, trying to sound confident but unsure I was succeeding.

“He think his cock his bigger than yours,” said Julie. “Really, My Love. He told me so.”

My Love? She called him that.

“Let’s see,” said Mark.

“See what?” I asked.

“Your “big cock’”, Mark said.

“No, I’m not going to show it to you.”

“Now, you little fuck.” Mark said this with such calm; it was creepy.

I pulled down my pants. All six flaccid inches fell out.

“Respectable,” he said, nodding. “OK, let the ladies be the judge.”

He came up along side of me. “Julie, come over here and kneel in front of my cock. Charlotte, kneel in front of Doug’s.”

“Why do I get Doug?” asked Charlotte as she knelt down.

“It’s just a test, Baby,” said Mark. “Be over in a minute.” He put his hands to his hips. “OK, ladies. Let’s do this. Hoist our dicks straight out, no stretching.”

I did stretch it. Charlotte held my cock with a firm grip and I backed up best I could, just to grab a pitiful eighth of an inch. I estimated my dick at a shameful six flaccid inches. Mark, eighteen years old and the father of twelve, had at least an inch on that. “Mark’s bigger,” Julie and Charlotte agreed.

“Soft cock isn’t important though,” said Mark. “Everyone knows that you can’t fuck a beautiful lady with a soft cock no matter how big.” He smiled down at Julie and she smiled back, tenderly stroking the boy’s penis like a pet hamster.

“Let’s get hard,” said Mark. “Ladies, suck that cock.”

Julie immediately threw herself into the cock sucking. Her lips parted as wide as she could to take in Mark’s massive swollen purple head. Charlotte was less enthusiastic.

“It may take you a little longer to get fully hard,” said Mark, smiling broadly. “In fairness, we’ll wait.”

Charlotte managed to get the whole head of my cock in her mouth and was working on the shaft. Her hands were working furiously, not out of enthusiasm, just to get it over with.

Mark’s cock, on the other hand, was already bigger than mine ever would be. I could admit that to myself. But soon everyone would be saying it, saying it aloud. Julie was furiously sucking Mark’s cock, all the while her hands were busy stroking the thick tube of flesh, a penis so superior to my own, I wished it were my own.

“You ready there, Doug?” asked Mark.

I gulped. He took that for a “yes.’

“Okay then,” Mark said. “Ladies, what’s the verdict?”

“Well,” said Charlotte. “Mark’s cock is a lot thicker, but just ittle bigger bit longer than Doug’s. I think so just a little bit.” She laughed as she said it. The reason is that Mark’s cock did appear only a little bit longer. That was only because Julie had managed to cram the head of Mark’s cock in her mouth. Even without that, just the shaft of his cock was clearly an inch or more longer than my entire cock, from pubes to tip. His superior thickness, I tried not to think about.

“Julie, you want to, oh never mind.” Mark put his hands around Julie’s face as he started moving his hips gently in time to her cock sucking rhythm. “I think the contest is over. Is the verdict unanimous?”

Charlotte said “yes.” Julie made a gurgle sound and nodded her head, making Mark’s still lengthening cock nod also. After another second or two, Julie popped Mark’s cock from her mouth and started licking and kissing the shaft. “It’s still growing,” she said. “It got too big for my mouth.”

Julie stood up, leaving her hands on Mark’s firm cock. She kissed Mark a lover’s kiss. Their passions rose and Mark’s cock pointed ever upward between Julie’s legs. With ease, Mark lifted Julie and put her back onto the couch.

“You guys can stay and watch this if you want,” Mark said.

I said nothing. “I’m not going anywhere where I might be alone with him,” Charlotte said, pointing at me. My cock went to limp in record time.

“Fine with me,” he said. He sat down on the couch and Julie straddled his legs, his engorged cock between them. It was going to be a long night.

Julie leaned in and kissed Mark. His huge dick (now I could admit it) plunged upward between her breasts. Her hands were caressing its thickness with a lovingness that she never exhibited with mine. It reminded me that no woman had ever treated my dick with the reverence my wife did toward Mark’s. Meanwhile her lips and tongue were moving across Mark’s, letting him know that she would do anything for him.

Her mouth went down to the tip of his cock. For a moment, it looked like she was going to try to stuff the tip into her mouth, like trying to swallow a baseball. She gave up quickly and ran her tongue over the head. Mark took a few deep breaths, the muscles in the chest stretching, his own hands running through my wife’s hair. The boy was loving all the things my wife was willing to do for him.

“I want to put you inside me,” she said, as she kissed his neck. “I want you so bad.”

Charlotte watched as her teenage lover’s penis shook with every beat of his heart. His pleasure was her pain. I could see a tear run down her cheek. “Oh, Baby,” she said. “Go inside me instead,” she begged. Charlotte sat herself down on the couch next to them. “I’m ready for you, Baby,” she breathed as she lifted her knees.

Mark lifted himself off the couch. My wife held on to him and was easily lifted along with him. I had never realized until this moment how extraordinary my wife’s body was. She was, I think, the sexiest woman in the world, maybe with the single exception of Charlotte. No other woman I had been with could compare with her large DD breasts that still fought gravity and won. She leaned away from Mark slightly and still her tit flesh was pressed against Mark’s chest. Her shapely legs were wrapped around Mark’s trim waist, the muscles holding tight to his body. Mark’s penis jutted out along the crack between the firm globes of Julie’s ass.

Mark turned and put Julie down next to Charlotte. Charlotte had her legs hiked up, her hands held her knees to give Mark’s huge log the easiest path to her dripping pussy. But Mark’s attention was on the woman in front of him, the one who hesitated giving up her embrace of him. Mark pulled Julie’s legs apart and she cooperated. Her hands went to Mark’s cock, working the shaft like a butter churn. Meanwhile, she kept her eyes on Mark’s face, maybe afraid to look down at the powerful intruder she wanted so desperately to enter her.

He kissed her on the lips as his right hand massaged her vagina gently. Though my dick had ruined her for most men, this boy had so much more to offer. After a while, he looked at her in the eyes, brought his right hand up to her face, his fingers dripping with her juices, and asked, “Are you ready?”

Julie nodded, though still unsure. Mark seemed unsure himself. He studied her vagina the way her obstetrician did when he was measuring her readiness for giving birth. Mark was making similar measurements, getting her ready to shove something almost the size of a baby’s head, but make it feel good.

He pressed his cock at her entrance. He smacked his cock up and down a few times, her pussy’s wetness sending droplets flying like boiling water. Julie’s took deep breaths, anxious, fearful, anticipating the pleasure to come. Her hands came down to his cock to guide it, gauging its thickness.

Mark pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed a little bit. Charlotte and I both watched the epic struggle of something hungered for yet too big makings its way into a space that was eager yet too small. Mark’s shaft was stretched tight and the cock looked like it could punch its way through a wall. But my dear wife Julie’s body resisted Mark’s battering ram, though she herself grasped his buttocks and pressed him toward her, each penetration made her whimper.

Julie started to cry. Mark stopped, pulling away, betraying his frustration.

“Here, Baby,” said Charlotte. “I can take you right now.”

“After her,” Mark said. “You want me to fuck you,” he bargained with Charlotte, “you help me get into Julie.”

Charlotte dropped her legs to the ground. She gave it a second’s thought, then seemed to study the problem. “OK, Baby,” she said. “I’ll work on it.”

She got off the couch and moved her face between Julie’s legs. “Help me,” said Julie to Charlotte. “I know you love him but I need him.”

Charlotte nodded. “I’m going to help. I’ve been right where you are,” she said. “Gazing at the most magnificent cock in the world and unable to take it. But I can help you,” she added before gently kissing Julie between the legs.

Julie was already aroused when Charlotte went to work. Julie’s head went back and she was already cumming after only a few seconds. Charlotte continued her work, sucking on Julie’s engorged clit, licking her walls, all the while holding her legs so Julie could relax. Julie was anything but relaxed, her breathing was rapid and she convulsed, screaming all the while.

For Mark, his cock got even bigger, if that were possible. Julie managed to grab a hold of it and stroke it with the rhythm Charlotte was setting at Julie’s warm wet pussy. It was difficult to tell who was in control now : Charlotte setting the pace, Julie making herself ready, or Mark, the prize for both girls.

Charlotte continued her work on preparing Julie. Her saliva mixed with Julie’s own pussy juices dripped from her lips and puddled onto the carpet. Charlotte was in a slurping moaning festival of cunt licking. She was on all fours, her pussy on display at her rear, red and engorged, betraying her enjoyment in preparing my Julie for the teenager’s cock that was bigger than mine. “I think you’re as ready as you ever will be,” Charlotte told Julie. Charlotte pulled herself off her, then fell backward. Her hand went between her legs and started to stimulate herself.

“Cmon Baby,” Charlotte begged Mark. “Finish me off. Take you a minute.”

Mark went down on the floor with her. Her knees rose up to meet him. They were practiced lovers, as familiar with each other’s body as any married couple. They were already naked, aroused, and ready. Mark pushed his cock into her easily and Charlotte took a deep breath. He fucked her wildly for only a minute but it was the most energetic fucking I’d ever seen. His ass rose and fell like a jackhammer but he never broke a sweat, never went out of breath. Charlotte came quickly, fiercely, holding Mark’s ass and pulling him in deeper. She kissed him hard. “I’m coming so hard, Baby.” Their lips mashed together, giving Mark a taste of Julie’s pussy juices still shiny on Charlotte’s mouth.

I was aroused as well. My cock was back out and I reflexively stroked it.

Julie paid no attention. Her attention was only on Mark. “Please Baby,” she breathed. “I need you bad.”

Mark nodded. “Sure, Julie,” he said. He pulled himself off of Charlotte, his cock now like a bar of iron; its huge head moved in slow motion, the bow of the ship turning. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”

“He can hurt you,” said Charlotte, between deep breaths. “Trust me. He hurt me when we first did it and,” she inhaled deeply, “I practically raped him.”

Mark sat himself on the couch next to Julie. His cock towered, its shadow now fell on Julie’s thighs. “Mount me,” he told her. “It’s easier that way.”

Julie hesitated. I thought she was having second thoughts about betraying our marriage. Maybe she rethought the morality of having sex with someone old enough to be her son or even grandson. That was just wishful thinking. Her eyes were glued to the cock, the source of her current fear and future pleasure.

“Oh Baby,” she said. She straddled his naked body. His cock was behind her, running straight up the crack of her ass and up her back. It’s placement right there made me realized how impossible it would be for any woman to take a cock that size all the way inside her, how far up it go into her internal organs, all the right through to her lungs. Half his cock would be enough for any woman.

She leaned forward and kissed him gently, then passionately, guiding his hands toward her big heaving breasts and swollen nipples. Charlotte wasn’t just hanging around. Still on her knees, she wrapped both her hands around Mark’s cock and stroked it. I thought she might be trying to get him to cum early, so he would not be able to penetrate Julie, or maybe just to postpone him a little. Mark wasn’t sitting passive either. He was giving Julie a ride, lifting her up and down by his hips like she was riding a bronco.

If I was right about Charlotte trying to get her teen fiancé to premature ejaculate all over my wife’s back and hair, it was doomed to failure. My wife was starting to move her ass up and down along his cock, as ready as ever to take him. Her hand reached behind her and pulled Mark’s cock from Charlotte’s grasp.

She lifted her ass up. There was not enough room to clear his cock so she had to get her feet up onto the couch to lift her pussy high enough. Once the cock was between her legs, she moved down until her pussy sat on the head. “I love you, Baby,” she told him. Then she moved her body down onto the cock.

The head of Mark’s cock pried open Julie’s engorged pussy. “It’s too big,” said Julie to Mark. “But my love will give me the power to take it.’

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Oh Brother.” She stood up and watched as Julie took Mark for the first time. She was torn between helping her best friend fuck the boy she loved and storming out. She could never do the later any more than I could. She was doomed to watch the entire show, no matter how humiliating.

“Hmmmmm,” Julie moaned. “Oh God, Baby, you have the best body of any man I know.” Her pussy had successfully engulfed the head of his cock and was moving slowly down its shaft. She was further inspired by Mark’s muscular chest and shoulder as he worked his lips over her hot nipples.

“You’ll never get her back,” Charlotte said to me. “No man can compare to what Mark is giving her now. And forget about what he’s going to give her. That cock will make her a slave to him. You’ll see.”

“Oh God…Oh God…” Julie chanted. An inch or two of shaft disappeared inside her. She started moving up and down on the shiny cock.

“Uh…uh…uh” she said with each breath. She was fucking him now with only a fraction of his cock. His hands and moved to her firm round ass, helping her to lift from his cock before letting her come back down. His pace was gentle but Julie writhed like she was being furiously fucked.

Mark started to pull himself off the couch. Julie squealed as Mark lifted her up. In an instant, he was standing up, tossing my wife up a few inches, her pussy gliding up his cock, before letting it drop slowly down its shaft. Her hands were wrapped around his shoulder. “Oh God, Baby” she said. “I’m gonna cum hard,” she said. “Owww owww owww…oh…I’m gonna come Baby…I love you Baby…Oh God…I’m coming, I’m really fucking coming…Oh God …ah ah ah …coming Baby.”

Fortunately Mark was extremely strong because my wife instantly became dead weight. She was exhausted and her head fell onto his shoulder. He didn’t stop fucking her though she looked barely conscious. The only clue she was awake was the wide smile on her face and her fingers as they traced the muscles on his back. “Don’t stop,” she whispered to him. Apparently, he had no intention of stopping.

“He’s amazing,” said Charlotte. Though she was only watching, she was clearly being turned on more than any woman had ever been turned on by me. My cock was hard too and I found myself stroking it. I had not masturbated since I was sixteen because I’d always been able to find a girl or woman to stroke it. But those days were over. I was watching the better man, the bigger man who was only a boy, but in years only. What he was doing to my wife, no other man could accomplish.

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Raiders Basketball, Chapter 3

When I stepped out of my mom’s Lexus SUV that morning, the sun was rising over the gym, the parking lot was full of guys and girls walking in to school alone or in groups, laughing or talking or just enjoying the gorgeous morning. I settled my backpack, slipped the strap of my sports bag across my chest (conscious as I did that it cut right into the divot between my pecs and outlined them against my shirt) and surveyed the school. This is the first day of the rest of my life, I thought. I glanced down quickly at my pants and had to stifle a loud laugh at the bulge running down (and down, and down) the inside of my left thigh. For the past few years, as my youthful good looks had developed into sheer magnificence, I had started wearing pants slimmer and smaller than the average by small degrees so as to display the body I was justifiably proud of. This habit resulted, now, in a completely visible massive penis on display as I stood in the parking lot. I threw my head back, a smile on my face, and started to walk.

I really wished I could see what the bulge looked like when I was walking normally and in public, rather than the obviously unnatural sample steps I had taken in my bedroom. I was confident that it wasn’t invisible, that’s for sure.

I had never been an unconfident guy, despite the obsessive worry that stalked me about my junk or lack thereof. When you looked like I did it wasn’t really possible to be a wallflower. But this morning was completely different. You’re probably familiar with the feeling, those of you who have big dicks or who know guys who do: an extra jolt of confidence, an additional piece of steel in the spine. For all my beauty and physical ability (not to mention my money and my success in school), I had always had a secret weakness like a hole in my armor. Invariably conscious of my penis as I was, all my strength and confidence had been in some ways an act intended to protect myself from the consequences of a tiny cock. That’s why, I realized, the prospect of the “team-building exercises” had been so terrible to me. It was pulling back a curtain I had been working to keep shut for years, and showing off the thing I was most ashamed of. I had made this same walk plenty of times before, dressed the same, carrying the same bags. I always walked aggressively, chest out, shoulders open, taking on the world. And I had always honestly felt that way in the past.

Now, though. Wow. As I walked I could feel my dick swinging in my left pant leg, slapping softly back against my balls occasionally with a noise that was audible to me in the before-school quiet. It felt good. I realized, with a touch of alarm, that it probably felt too good. The raw feeling my dick generated made even the fabric of my boxers rubbing back and forth over my dick a sexual caress. On top of that, I realized that my boxers, stretched by the size of my shaft, were slowly riding up on my left leg. Without pretty regular adjustment, they’d expose my head to the rougher cloth of my pants, both making the glans that much more apparent and providing even more intense sensations down there. These are good problems to have, I thought as I grinned widely and casually reached down to adjust myself as I had seen other guys do so often.

And as I walked, with this sleeping serpent in my pants swaying back and forth with every comfortable stride, the way my life had changed washed over me as I realized that I was walking with a confidence I had never felt before. An absolute, no exceptions confidence. I could feel it in my shoulders and in my back (and in my crotch, obviously), a completely different attitude towards the world as I walked through it.

But I was also fucking horny, and I already had blown two loads that day. I realized at the same time that the second problem with my new equipment, aside from the still-prominent (very prominent) problem of storage, was how to keep it under control. The day before I had rubbed out eight mind-blowing orgasms, and that seemed to be just enough to keep me under control. How often was I going to need to service myself at school? My guy seemed to be quiet now, but I had also already beaten off twice that morning, and I had yet to encounter another student.

I guess I’ll just have to take it in stride. It was obviously going to be impossible to hide any kind of boner at all, so if I couldn’t control my desire throughout the day I’d just have to make regular trips to the bathroom.

I had never done that before, having neither the need (with my old, weak libido) nor the ability (being unable to get more than two fingers around my dick, I had to lie down and hump to masturbate). But according to rumor it was a pretty common thing for guys to get off in the bathrooms when they needed to. Only one of my friends had had the nerve to do it so far (or at least had admitted to so doing), but I had heard some of the older Raiders talking about informal team meetings to jerk off in the stalls throughout the day. There were a few players in my math class, and several times throughout the year one of them had paused in their usual classroom pastimes of sending text messages, flirting with girls, and chatting with each other to exchange some smirks with the other guys on the team, pull a bottle of lubricant out of their bags, and saunter out the door after “asking” for permission to go to the bathroom. They’d usually return with a grin on their face and lounge into a chair with their legs spread, cracking quiet jokes with their buddies.

So I knew this outlet existed, and as I strode up the front pathway towards the big brick archway into school I decided I’d simply make use of it whenever I needed. After all, soon enough I’ll be a Raider and the whole school will be mine.

There was a hitch in my stride as I walked. That was the first time I had started to appreciate the larger implications of my Change. The only thing that had stood between me and the basketball team was my genital disaster. Now, unless I died or a bomb fell on the school, it was almost a certainty that I’d get to play on and off the court with those gods among men in a week’s time. And HELL this week might even be fun!

It was with that happy thought pounding in my mind that I saw a girl for the first time with my new equipment. And not just any girl. Catherine Anne Morris, a sophomore on the cheerleading squad, appeared coming up the crosswalk that led from the east side street to the front of the school. Catherine Anne, from a Southern family and in consequence insisting on both her names, was one of the hottest girls in school. She had subjected me to constant sexual assault over the past few weeks, from which I deduced that she must have put a lot of money in the cheerleaders’ pot over who would lay me first. Like most of the girls on the squad, she wore unusually short skirts which were not strictly inside school dress code and, after a long and terse series of conversations between her father and the principal, had condescended to start wearing sweaters over her exceptionally revealing blouses. From what my fellow male classmates and I had been able to determine from our frenzied examination, she never wore a bra, her small but perfectly formed breasts standing firm inside her thin clothes and often clearly showing her erect nipples through the fabric. She saw me at the same time I saw her. I’m not sure what she felt, but I felt a surge of lust like nothing I had ever known before. It felt like all the skin on my dick was tightening. DOWN, boy!

“Well good morning, Tommy Callahan. You look good enough to eat today,” she called to me as we drew closer. She walked like a slut and a duchess at the same time. Her tongue came slightly out of her full lips and touched the corner of her mouth. “Or maybe not to eat, I am on a diet for the season. Maybe just good enough to lick.”

By this time we were only steps from each other. I felt a surge of panic, and began to stammer some excuse as I always did, already ducking my head. Then I remembered. I have a foot-long cock. I looked back up at her and stopped walking, standing with a casual slump. “You know what, Catherine Anne? You have any demerits yet?”

She looked stunned at my response, but an eagerness quickly followed that into her eyes. It wasn’t just about winning money for this girl. “Why no, Tommy, you know what? Teachers just seem reluctant to write me up for anything I do that’s… bad. Why?” That accent was driving me wild. It had always driven me wild.

“Because I have this strange feeling,” I said, and as casually as if I had done it every day of my life I reached over and scratched my balls, just like all the guys did when they talked to girls. Her eyes flicked down as my hand moved and froze. I could imagine what she saw, the impossible shape in sharp relief for a moment as I moved it and then back to just it’s standard swell in my pants. I could imagine what she was thinking. Is that… Of course, I didn’t yet appreciate that her focused attention would kindle an eventually overwhelming arousal in her, but it was obvious that she had seen something and wasn’t ashamed to study it a little. A flush appeared on the cleavage visible through her low-cut sweater, the creamy swell of her tits slightly reddish now.

“What’s… uh… what feeling, Tommy?” It took her a minute to get this out.

Some part of my mind was baffled at this conversation. I had never talked to anyone like this in my life. But the words kept coming. “I have this feeling that I’m going to spend my free period at the far end of the Sports House, doing some exercises before tryouts tonight, and I might just need somebody to hold my clothes for me; I usually work out naked. And it seemed to me that if you didn’t mind being late for class, you could help me out.” Wow. I stilled a nervous tremble in my hands. That was ballsy. I also had to stifle a chuckle at the unintentional accuracy of that thought.

Catherine Anne was staring at me open-mouthed and round eyed. “Wha… are you…” I was suddenly nervous. I wasn’t a Raider yet. What if I had seriously fucked up?

Suddenly I realized that her stutter wasn’t from anger, it was from a lust so strong it might almost have been as powerful as the churning heat in my nuts at the same moment. “No need to answer, sweetie,” I said, cool as Iceland, hefting my bag across my pecs again. “If you can’t make it, I’m sure I’ll be able to… keep myself busy. Although it won’t be nearly as much fun alone.”

I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly conscious both of the stream of kids who had been walking around us this whole time and of the stretching feeling in my crotch. I was probably about ten seconds from shifting from a semi to a full-on boner, and that would be disastrous. It was one thing for varsity players to swagger around with erections, as happened rarely, but for me it would be suicidal. I looked up at the big clock in the atrium and realized I was also about five seconds from being late. I sprinted up the hall to my homeroom, dodging through various social groups standing around the lockers, and dove into the room just before the bell rang. I slipped into my seat, wondering as I did what my half-hard cock had looked like as I had sprinted up the hall.

I gained a little bit of an idea when Hank opened the door and came in. The teacher snapped something at him about being late, and Hank responded vaguely, trying not to stare at me as he did. He walked past me towards his seat, several chairs behind me in my row, and paused as he passed my chair, leaning down.

“Saw you talking to Catherine Anne outside. Damn, she’s hot, huh? You got something going with her?” he whispered. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my crotch. I resisted the temptation to see what my stuff looked like from this angle and muttered back, “Yeah, dude, I’m practically springing a boner already.”

He was already back up and on his way to his seat, but I could hear his soft chuckle. As I looked down, I could see why. My pants had slid up as I sat down, and I could feel that my boxers had ridden up some too, making my cock practically naked in how apparent it was through my pants. I smiled widely. Damn, this is a good problem to have. I had calmed down a little bit with the adrenaline of getting to class on time, but I could still feel a hunger in my crotch which I was just disinclined to ignore.

I let a few minutes go by with our teacher droning about the fundraising assembly in two weeks and then raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He nodded without even looking at me. I squeezed myself to make sure I wasn’t embarrassingly hard and stood up, turning to walk to the back of the room as was customary so when I left I wouldn’t walk between any kid and the front of the room. As I did, I saw Hank lounging in his seat, and a wild idea struck me. He said I was getting a reputation for being standoffish, huh? Well…

As I passed him I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and muttered, “Meet me outside.” He shrugged my hand off in surprise, but I thought I saw a nod as I passed him. I slipped quietly out the door. He appeared about a minute later. “What’s up, dude?”

I grinned. “Well, I felt bad about turning you down on your team invitation on Friday…”

He interrupted. “Dude, you should have come, it was really chill. Kinda weird, but I figured we needed to get used to shit like that for this week. We…”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was, that’s why I felt bad about missing out on bonding like that. Cool guys? I don’t know many of the dudes that are left.”

Hank nodded, glancing back and forth for a hall monitor. “Yeah, dude, most of them were awesome. We all got into the groove pretty quick — well, most of us, but I figure they’ll sort that out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I figure the same. Anyway, like you saw, I was talking to Catherine Anne, and I haven’t had time to take care of my own business in a while…” a little lie doesn’t hurt anybody “…and it was pretty uncomfortable sitting in class, so I thought I might go rub one out in the bathroom, and I wondered if maybe you’d want to come along? My first time into semi-team-territory, and I thought it would be good to have a wingman.”

Hank’s quizzical look vanished into surprise and eagerness. “Hell yeah, dude, I’ve wanted to blow one in there since school started, but I couldn’t get up the nerve. Do you think it’s cool, though? I don’t want anybody on the team to think we’re cocky.”

I smirked. “First of all, bro, I think they’re going to have to get used to us being cocky, if you know what I mean.” A surprised laugh broke out of Hank at the joke. “Also, the bathrooms don’t belong to the team. We probably won’t even run into any of the guys. And if we do… either they tell us to scram, or they think it’s cool we’re already getting into the swing of things. Anyway, we can’t be gone for too much longer, so let’s either do it or not. What ya think?

Hank looked indecisive for a moment, and then suddenly nodded. “Hell, I could empty out a shot or two anyway. Let’s go.”

We strolled up the hall, already sauntering a little like true Raiders. If I was confident I’d be on the team in five days, I was only slightly less positive about Hank, and as we walked he turned out to be a really funny and enjoyable guy. The bathroom was about three minutes away, and in that time we mostly talked about what we thought would happen that night in the first “team-building” exercises.

As I pushed open the door to the guys’ bathroom, Hank was saying, “I figure they have to do the cock measuring…” He fell silent, though, hearing voices echoing off the tiles inside. We stepped through the door, listening; from the sound, the guys were in the stalls.

“So there she was on her knees, right, and her face was… mm… in Maddy’s pussy, annnnd… uh… she was just chewing away, and moaning as she did, because I… was… shit… just slamming her, right…”

I recognized the voice as belonging to Simms McBridge, a junior on the team. I also recognized the other sounds. Based on my recent but very intense experience, that was the sound of a hand sliding over a slick cock. Several hands, actually. I looked at Hank and whispered, “Are they jerking off?”

Another voice cut in. “Simms, I think we might have company. Who’s out there?” This deep baritone had to be Fryer Thompson, a very large senior who intimidated the hell out of me. Hank looked at me and shrugged. “Uh, it’s Hank Cooper and Tommy Callahan, uh. We’re trying out for the team.

There were a couple laughs. The unmistakable sliding noise hadn’t stopped at all. “Frosh! Sweet. Come on around in here, boys.”

Hank and I walked around the wall that, much like the lockers, separated the bathroom from the hallway. There were eight stalls in this bathroom and a urinal trough. By the looks of it, four of the stalls were occupied. I looked at Hank. Unless I was completely wrong, those four stalls were concealing four Raiders leisurely stroking their dicks. “Uh, hey,” I said, awkwardly.

Simms spoke again. “Coach mentioned you guys to us. He said you’re both looking pretty solid from his end to make the final cut. You excited about that? Course, there’s some other ways you’ll have to prove yourself this week to make it, you know that.” The other guys laughed, and one of the other two said, “Hope you guys got a lot of energy, frosh.”

I stuttered a laugh, and Hank tried to join as well. He said, pretty boldly, I thought, “Yeah, we were actually thinking about working off a little tension right now to stay loose for tonight, if you know what I mean…” His voice trailed off. There was a long silence. Well, silence isn’t quite right. It was not impossible to ignore that these four guys were masturbating — apparently with a whole lot of lube — and at least one of them had noticeably sped up since we came in. I got frantically nervous. My dick felt as small as it had since I woke up the previous morning — not that that was particularly small.

Then Fryer spoke up again, his voice echoing, and it was a huge relief. “That’s the king of initiative I like to see. If there’s one thing you need going into this week, it’s a good buddy. And I don’t know a better way to hang out with your buddies than a little jerk off, right boys?” The other guys laughed, one hooted, and somebody started jerking really fast for a few seconds, fake moaning and grunting loudly, making the others laugh all the louder. “Hang on a second,” Fryer said.

“What’s… uh… what feeling, Tommy?” It took her a minute to get this out.

Some part of my mind was baffled at this conversation. I had never talked to anyone like this in my life. But the words kept coming. “I have this feeling that I’m going to spend my free period at the far end of the Sports House, doing some exercises before tryouts tonight, and I might just need somebody to hold my clothes for me; I usually work out naked. And it seemed to me that if you didn’t mind being late for class, you could help me out.” Wow. I stilled a nervous tremble in my hands. That was ballsy. I also had to stifle a chuckle at the unintentional accuracy of that thought.

Catherine Anne was staring at me open-mouthed and round eyed. “Wha… are you…” I was suddenly nervous. I wasn’t a Raider yet. What if I had seriously fucked up?

Suddenly I realized that her stutter wasn’t from anger, it was from a lust so strong it might almost have been as powerful as the churning heat in my nuts at the same moment. “No need to answer, sweetie,” I said, cool as Iceland, hefting my bag across my pecs again. “If you can’t make it, I’m sure I’ll be able to… keep myself busy. Although it won’t be nearly as much fun alone.”

I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly conscious both of the stream of kids who had been walking around us this whole time and of the stretching feeling in my crotch. I was probably about ten seconds from shifting from a semi to a full-on boner, and that would be disastrous. It was one thing for varsity players to swagger around with erections, as happened rarely, but for me it would be suicidal. I looked up at the big clock in the atrium and realized I was also about five seconds from being late. I sprinted up the hall to my homeroom, dodging through various social groups standing around the lockers, and dove into the room just before the bell rang. I slipped into my seat, wondering as I did what my half-hard cock had looked like as I had sprinted up the hall.

I gained a little bit of an idea when Hank opened the door and came in. The teacher snapped something at him about being late, and Hank responded vaguely, trying not to stare at me as he did. He walked past me towards his seat, several chairs behind me in my row, and paused as he passed my chair, leaning down.

“Saw you talking to Catherine Anne outside. Damn, she’s hot, huh? You got something going with her?” he whispered. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my crotch. I resisted the temptation to see what my stuff looked like from this angle and muttered back, “Yeah, dude, I’m practically springing a boner already.”

He was already back up and on his way to his seat, but I could hear his soft chuckle. As I looked down, I could see why. My pants had slid up as I sat down, and I could feel that my boxers had ridden up some too, making my cock practically naked in how apparent it was through my pants. I smiled widely. Damn, this is a good problem to have. I had calmed down a little bit with the adrenaline of getting to class on time, but I could still feel a hunger in my crotch which I was just disinclined to ignore.

I let a few minutes go by with our teacher droning about the fundraising assembly in two weeks and then raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He nodded without even looking at me. I squeezed myself to make sure I wasn’t embarrassingly hard and stood up, turning to walk to the back of the room as was customary so when I left I wouldn’t walk between any kid and the front of the room. As I did, I saw Hank lounging in his seat, and a wild idea struck me. He said I was getting a reputation for being standoffish, huh? Well…

As I passed him I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and muttered, “Meet me outside.” He shrugged my hand off in surprise, but I thought I saw a nod as I passed him. I slipped quietly out the door. He appeared about a minute later. “What’s up, dude?”

I grinned. “Well, I felt bad about turning you down on your team invitation on Friday…”

He interrupted. “Dude, you should have come, it was really chill. Kinda weird, but I figured we needed to get used to shit like that for this week. We…”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was, that’s why I felt bad about missing out on bonding like that. Cool guys? I don’t know many of the dudes that are left.”

Hank nodded, glancing back and forth for a hall monitor. “Yeah, dude, most of them were awesome. We all got into the groove pretty quick — well, most of us, but I figure they’ll sort that out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I figure the same. Anyway, like you saw, I was talking to Catherine Anne, and I haven’t had time to take care of my own business in a while…” a little lie doesn’t hurt anybody “…and it was pretty uncomfortable sitting in class, so I thought I might go rub one out in the bathroom, and I wondered if maybe you’d want to come along? My first time into semi-team-territory, and I thought it would be good to have a wingman.”

Hank’s quizzical look vanished into surprise and eagerness. “Hell yeah, dude, I’ve wanted to blow one in there since school started, but I couldn’t get up the nerve. Do you think it’s cool, though? I don’t want anybody on the team to think we’re cocky.”

I smirked. “First of all, bro, I think they’re going to have to get used to us being cocky, if you know what I mean.” A surprised laugh broke out of Hank at the joke. “Also, the bathrooms don’t belong to the team. We probably won’t even run into any of the guys. And if we do… either they tell us to scram, or they think it’s cool we’re already getting into the swing of things. Anyway, we can’t be gone for too much longer, so let’s either do it or not. What ya think?

Hank looked indecisive for a moment, and then suddenly nodded. “Hell, I could empty out a shot or two anyway. Let’s go.”

We strolled up the hall, already sauntering a little like true Raiders. If I was confident I’d be on the team in five days, I was only slightly less positive about Hank, and as we walked he turned out to be a really funny and enjoyable guy. The bathroom was about three minutes away, and in that time we mostly talked about what we thought would happen that night in the first “team-building” exercises.

As I pushed open the door to the guys’ bathroom, Hank was saying, “I figure they have to do the cock measuring…” He fell silent, though, hearing voices echoing off the tiles inside. We stepped through the door, listening; from the sound, the guys were in the stalls.

“So there she was on her knees, right, and her face was… mm… in Maddy’s pussy, annnnd… uh… she was just chewing away, and moaning as she did, because I… was… shit… just slamming her, right…”

I recognized the voice as belonging to Simms McBridge, a junior on the team. I also recognized the other sounds. Based on my recent but very intense experience, that was the sound of a hand sliding over a slick cock. Several hands, actually. I looked at Hank and whispered, “Are they jerking off?”

Another voice cut in. “Simms, I think we might have company. Who’s out there?” This deep baritone had to be Fryer Thompson, a very large senior who intimidated the hell out of me. Hank looked at me and shrugged. “Uh, it’s Hank Cooper and Tommy Callahan, uh. We’re trying out for the team.

There were a couple laughs. The unmistakable sliding noise hadn’t stopped at all. “Frosh! Sweet. Come on around in here, boys.”

Hank and I walked around the wall that, much like the lockers, separated the bathroom from the hallway. There were eight stalls in this bathroom and a urinal trough. By the looks of it, four of the stalls were occupied. I looked at Hank. Unless I was completely wrong, those four stalls were concealing four Raiders leisurely stroking their dicks. “Uh, hey,” I said, awkwardly.

Simms spoke again. “Coach mentioned you guys to us. He said you’re both looking pretty solid from his end to make the final cut. You excited about that? Course, there’s some other ways you’ll have to prove yourself this week to make it, you know that.” The other guys laughed, and one of the other two said, “Hope you guys got a lot of energy, frosh.”

I stuttered a laugh, and Hank tried to join as well. He said, pretty boldly, I thought, “Yeah, we were actually thinking about working off a little tension right now to stay loose for tonight, if you know what I mean…” His voice trailed off. There was a long silence. Well, silence isn’t quite right. It was not impossible to ignore that these four guys were masturbating — apparently with a whole lot of lube — and at least one of them had noticeably sped up since we came in. I got frantically nervous. My dick felt as small as it had since I woke up the previous morning — not that that was particularly small.

Then Fryer spoke up again, his voice echoing, and it was a huge relief. “That’s the king of initiative I like to see. If there’s one thing you need going into this week, it’s a good buddy. And I don’t know a better way to hang out with your buddies than a little jerk off, right boys?” The other guys laughed, one hooted, and somebody started jerking really fast for a few seconds, fake moaning and grunting loudly, making the others laugh all the louder. “Hang on a second,” Fryer said.

Then his door opened, and he stepped out. He was wearing a yellow Polo, and he was naked from the waist down. Fryer was about six-three and very built, and an extremely talented player. He was also, we discovered, massively hung. An erection that had to be about ten inches long bobbed in front of him, glistening with lube, pre-cum visibly pooling at the tip of his massive head. He was grinning very smugly. “Sorry to shock you, boys, but I bet I don’t shame you much, and you’ll see it soon enough anyway.” Hank and I both looked up a little ashamed from staring at his solid cock, which looked as thick around as a wrist. He was holding a bottle of KY. “Here, take a good dollop of this and go to town, fellas. First time with the team! That’s good luck, you know, blowing one before the week actually starts. I did, when I was a frosh, right in this bathroom here. Makes me all nostalgic.” I had had some weird experiences in the last few days, but nothing really matched hearing a senior with a throbbing penis discuss his memories as he was pouring personal lubricant into my hand and another guy’s hand. Still, I’m bigger. This thought was like somebody just slapped my back, and my cock, which had thickened up to a semi, began rapidly to fill.

Fryer grinned. “It looks like you’re both pretty ready, so grab a stall and grab your cocks.” I looked over at Hank quickly, and saw a very impressive bulge running down his jeans. Wow, he must be… Fryer had turned back to his stall, but he paused right when he got back to the door. “Actually, you know what, let’s make it a real party. This is your first bonding experience with your teammates, right? And what kind of a senior would I be if I didn’t welcome you the way I was welcomed? Let’s circle it up, fellas!”

This was greeted with some catcalling from the stalls, as the doors opened to reveal Simms and two sophomores I didn’t know, all of them naked from the waist down. Simms was surprisingly pale, though he probably had about eight inches on him, while the two sophomores had incredibly well-muscled legs and looked each to have about seven or seven and a half inches. None of them was as thick as Fryer. Simms looked over at the senior. “Circle or switchcircle, Fry?”

Fryer laughed. “I don’t want to freak these frosh out, boy, let’s just have a good friendly circle jerk. To spice it up we’ll race. First to blow his load gets a twenty from me, last to blow has to proposition Titsmoreson during class today. Sound good?” Hank and I were a little paralyzed. We both still had one hand full of slippery lube, with clear bulges in our pants, surrounded by four older guys with hard-ons who were clearly causally ready to jerk off in front of each other. This is not what I was expecting to happen this morning, I thought a little dizzily. In for a penny, though, I guess.

I looked over at Hank, who shrugged. “You know, dude, Raiders, right?”

The smaller sophomore, with about seven inches, laughed. “Look at that spirit, Fry! Raid on, Raiders!” Fryer nodded, looking at us, and grabbed his dick, squeezing the hard shaft. Damn, he is thick. And he looks really hard, too.

“You know, it’s usually polite to take your pants off when your in company like this, frosh. Put that lube to use. And we’ll get to see what the younger competition looks like. Pants off, now!”

I froze for a second, remembering dreams I had had of this very situation, my whole life betrayed by… and again I realized that my whole life was different than it had ever been before. I grinned. “Hank?”

Hank looked a little alarmed but game. “On three. One… two…”

Awkwardly, with my off hand, I undid my belt and my pants and unzipped them and grabbed their waist and my boxers at once. I could feel myself boning up. This is the first time anyone else will see my monster. I wonder what it’ll…

Hank said, “Three!” and he and I ripped our pants down around our ankles and stood up. I immediately looked at him, knowing that we were pretty far past squeamishness about that now. Hank was even more impressive than I had thought. I’d bet he had eleven inches sticking out of his crotch, and it was thicker than Fryer, even, though not as thick as me. His balls were smaller, too, but his thighs weren’t nearly as thick as mine, so he looked proportional. He…

I was pulled out of my study of my competition by the sound of Fryer saying slowly, “Holy… Fucking… Shit.” I looked over at him in surprise and saw that he was staring straight at my cock. In fact, everybody was staring straight at my cock. I flexed my hips a little so it stood out and looked down.

I almost swore myself. The damn thing had to be an inch bigger than yesterday! It was, in fact, now thirteen and a half inches long, and even thicker than before. My balls remained dangling down in their sack, the size of whole fruit, and the apparatus stood out from my body like a piece of steel.

By this time I couldn’t be surprised by another inch of cock, though, and I collected myself and looked up, slowly wrapping my lubed-up right hand around the head and shivering as I did. “Not bad, right, guys?”

Silence. I moved my right hand all the way down my shaft, my knees shaking and my ass twitching as I did, and backup. I did this very slowly to control myself, grinning like an asshole as I did, watching the other guys slowly drop their mouths as they took in the whole size of the thing.

Fryer was the first to collect himself. “Tommy, that’s the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I glanced at Hank, and saw that he was already working his hand on his dick, looking at mine. He met my eyes for a second and said, “Tommy, dude. That’s unbelievable.”

I felt bad for him, sporting a monster like that, so I said, “Hey, Hank, you’ve got a giant steak there yourself. You must be, what, eleven?”

He looked a little relieved, and recovered a little cockiness when the guys transferred their attention to him, even if they looked back at my python a few seconds later. He said, “Eleven and a half, actually,” smiling again, and working his dick a little faster.

Simms shook his head, blinking. “I don’t believe it. These two… fuck it, should they even…”

Fryer rounded on him. This was, by the way, hilarious. All six of us were stroking our penises slower or faster by now, and Fryer and Simms were glaring at each other even as they pumped their cocks. Fryer’s ten inch pole dwarfed Simms’ eight, and Fryer reached down to squeeze his balls as if to emphasize their larger size, both of them masturbating and grunting softly even as Fryer said, “Shut it, Simms, you know… uh… Everybody does the week!”

Simms looked down, shamefaced, even as he slid his left forefinger onto the hotspot under the head and twitched. “Sorry, Frrrry.”

Fryer turned back, satisfied. “Tommy, Hank, you boys… you’re gonna be… hsss… you’ve got a good career. Now, I’ve had… uh… a boner for twenty minutes, and I’d like to cum. So, ready… uh. set… stroke it!”

I always have looked back fondly on this first experience with the Raiders. Hank, Fryer, and I all grabbed our dicks with both hands and started to piston. Simms couldn’t fit both hands on his shaft, although I saw him try to do it a couple times when he looked over at me, so he spent a lot of time pinching his nipple. The two sophomores, who looked like someone had just kicked them in the balls from the revelation of Hank and my sausage, barely had erections. The larger one (with seven and a half pathetic inches) actually didn’t. He was manfully jerking his noodle dick, but he was staring back and forth at me and Hank, and he obviously felt too emasculated to get it up. The other guy, with only seven, had his eyes closed, apparently refusing to pay attention to us at all, and had a passable boner, though it still looked pretty floppy to me.

Simms had lost some wind from his sails from me and Hank, too, so it was pretty much the three big dicks racing for that twenty note. Fryer and Hank and I were grunting and moaning softly as our hands pistoned on our shafts. I was tempted to bend over and swallow my head, but even in my lust-drunk state I figured I should keep that one under wraps until I got a sense of how other people felt about my new hobby. I did spend a lot of time twisting the skin of my head, though, and I was barely able to stay upright, fighting as I was to keep my roars under control.

We were building towards a crescendo when the door opened and a small freshman from my English class walked in carrying his backpack. He turned the corner and saw a sight that must have haunted him for years: six extremely muscular guys standing in a circle with no pants on, rapidly masturbating, loudly expressing their pleasure, the bathroom loud with the noise of their hands on their dicks, pumping away, and three of the dicks over ten inches long. Fryer looked up, both his hands working in opposite twisting patterns as they moved in opposite directions to meet in the middle (Have to try that out later, that looks great) and grunted, “Raiders business, needledick!” That’s a harsh insult for any high school guy, but coming from a man with a ten inch erection throbbing on the verge of orgasm, it’s gotta sting much worse. The kid vanished.

Fryer moaned. “Holy shit, I think I might win my own…”

Suddenly I hit my peak. “Watch out, Fryer, I…” But I couldn’t talk any more, and my ass clenched forward as my dick swelled to it’s full size. The eye of my head opened and spat a shot of semen. I desperately forced my eyes open from the orgasmic convulsion, pleasure thundering through my body, and watched in horror as the rope flew four… six… seven feet, heading straight for Fryer, whose eyes were closed as his own balls rose up in a tight scrotum and his own dick expanded… I tried to say something…

Fryer roared, his hands blurring on his dick, and fell to his knees as his huge dick fountained out semen on the floor for feet in front of him, and as my first rope flew over his head instead of splashing on his cock, splattering on the wall against him. The relief made the next spasm all the more fantastic. Though it was still risky, this next one just splattered down in Fryer’s own puddle.

I kept my hands working, squeezing it out, and suddenly Hank moaned, “Oh, fuck yeah, yeah, here it, here it…” And then he was spurting like a cannon too. Fortunately he was aimed between Simms and the larger sophomore, because he had as much distance on that shot as I had, and he squirted the wall twice, even. I was impressed.

Fryer laughed, and sighed, and gave a little hoot as a post-orgasmic shudder hit him. “Well, that was great. And Tommy, I think I owe you a twenty.” I grinned. “I think you do, Fry.”

Fryer looked sternly over at the other three. This was almost as hilarious as before, seeing this huge guy on his knees, still limp from his orgasm, still fondling his dropping dick, reprimanding three other guys still working away at their dicks. “And don’t think I’ll forget about you. Simon, that dick is an embarrassment to the Raiders. You’re still not even hard. Do you want to have Titsmoreson mock you in class?”

I hadn’t ever felt so happy. I looked at my hand and grabbed a paper towel from the counter, waddling in my trousers around my ankles, and threw the roll to hank. I said, “Uh, Fryer?”

All five of them looked over at me, and then down at my dick. It was fading back to soft pretty rapidly, that was for sure, but it was still unbelievable. “Hank I need to get back to homeroom.”

Fryer seemed not to hear me, staring at my dick which still must have been about nine inches as it softened, and then shook his head. “Yeah, you guys split, I’ll watch these fuckers. Or not-fuckers, based on this performance. Jesus, Tommy, that dick is unbelievable. You’re like a fucking horse on two legs. And Hank, Christ. I don’t know what the cheerleaders are gonna do with you two. Christ Almighty. We’re gonna have to change a lot of shit around.

There are a lot of nice things that can happen to you at the start of a bad week. Having one of the coolest guys in your high school tell you that your dick is the start of a new era is one of them.

Hank and I pulled up our pants and split for the door. Fryer yelled, “Hey, see you guys tonight, right?” We yelled back affirmatives as we left. Conscious of how late we were, we were sprinting for homeroom when Hank skidded to a stop. I stopped slightly in front of him and looked back. “Come on, dude, we’re gonna get…”

Hank looked so happy I thought he would burst. “Hang on, Tommy. Is it just me or was that the coolest thing you’ve ever done?”

I paused and reflected. “You know what? I think you’re right, Hank. And I think that you and I might end up being pretty awesome friends.”

He grinned wider. “Me too. Horse.”

And just like that, I had my nickname.

“I think I might surpass it for cool when I meet Catherine Anne for fourth period, though.” I said.

He looked like I had slapped him. “Catherine Anne? Dude, don’t do this to me, I don’ t have time to beat it again!”

We laughed and I slapped his back as we turned and sauntered in true Raider style towards homeroom.

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Mr. Inchcock

It was a well known secret in school that the sports teacher Mr. Inchcock had a massive prick but nobody had actually seen it despite the rumours. I was determined to get a glimpse as the guy was a fucking hot piece of eye candy, particularly in his bulging shorts which did much to support the rumours. One afternoon after a strenuous football match which resulted in a very painful hamstring injury I was taken back into the school by Mr.Inchcock (or twelve-inch-cock as he was known) . He had kindly offered to drive me to the local medical centre to get my leg checked but first he had to clean up himself as he had participated in the match and was covered in mud. I was eased onto a bench with my leg up toward the back of the shower room out of the way of all the other guys cleaning up. Though this prevented me eyeing up all my teammates dicks it gave me a birds eye view of the staff showers which were sectioned away from the main cubicles. Normally staff showered away from prying eyes but because of the urgency of my injury Mr.Inchcock hit the showers immediately and began washing off the caked mud from his glorious body.

I could not take my eyes off his magnificent cock as he soaped the beast lovingly. It was almost like he was caressing it as he soaped the knob and balls and I was loving every minute of it. My cock was straining against my shorts and I would have loved to have leapt in the shower with him and soaped it up myself. Suddenly he looked up and saw that I was watching, I covered my obvious erection but I knew he’d seen it. Rather than stop what he was doing he gave me a proper show soaping his cock back and forth as it erected in front of me. His other hand reached under his legs and he pulled his balls back towards his arse as he wanked his prick into a massive erection. My mouth was dry my heart was beating like a sledgehammer and I found myself stroking the front of my shorts for some relief. The rest of the class had now left and I was alone with Mr.Inchcock, a fact that he was well aware of. He came out of the showers his cock bobbing up and down as he walked over to the door to lock it. He turned to me with a big smile on his face. His cock was an absolute beauty, it must have been nine inches with a beautiful suckable knob and heavy hung balls. My stomach was a flutter with butterflies as he walked towards me and the pain in my leg was forgotten as he pushed his knob against my lips.I couldn’t believe hat was happening but my mouth opened on cue and his stiff cock slid to the back of my throat and I began to suck. He didn’t say anything but his groans and moans spurred on my sucking to a level of frantic cum lust. I wanted to suck the guy right off, that would be something to tell my mates and boast about and I was just about to finish him off when he withdrew from my throat and knelt before me easing my stiff cock from my shorts and swallowing it straight down. I’d never been sucked like it, my mate and I often 69’d but this was different it was sucking at a high level and Mr.Inchcock’s tongue was a master of licking. He lapped my knob he lapped at my balls taking them both into his mouth at the same time before delving down on my cock again. His hand wanked my shaft expertly, he twisted it this way and that as he choked on the knob and I was ready to explode. He knew I was ready to cum and held his handsome face against my prick as I splattered it with cream. His tongue did not stop licking out at my prick and he caught a hefty dollop straight into his mouth. He was grinning like a cheshire cat licking at my cream with delight. At last he stood up and began wanking his own mighty tool towards my face. I opened my mouth wide, I had to taste him too. I didn’t have to wait long, a stream of hot jizz coated my tongue and throat followed by six more jolts of heaven as he covered my face with his spunk. I took his cock back into my mouth to feel the last pulsing droplets ooze from the tip.Neither of us spoke for what seemed like ages and then he suddenly ducked down and kissed me full on the lips diving his cum slick tongue around my mouth. I responded to him gripping the cheeks of his heavenly arse, I wanted to finger him I wanted to fuck him and I knew he wanted to fuck me too as he slid a finger up my arse as he kissed me. We’d both cum a bucket load and yet we were both still fuckng randy . He pulled away from me at last and returned to the showers to wash down again.

"I want to fuck you really bad" he said "but I have to get you to the medical centre".

I struggled out of my shorts and opened my legs wide so that he could see my tight little hole.

"Fuck the leg" I said "Fuck me!"

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Mickey: Part 1

The orb immediately realized that the something had gone horribly wrong in the space jump. Instantaneously it calculated its location and realized it had been flung clear across to the other side of the galaxy to a remote region in the outer spiral arm of the galaxy. It immediately accessed that it was far beyond rescue or return and it would never achieve its primary mission of bestowing its gift of power on the chosen race and its ruler.

The orb was an artificial intelligence designed by an advanced species with one purpose—to end the eons of conflict that plagued countless sentient races throughout the galaxy. In order to achieve this noble end, its creators had tirelessly sought to reconstitute the omega particle. This elusive particle was the very subatomic particle that existed at the moment the universe was created. From this particle, the universe was created during the big bang and was distributed evenly throughout the cosmos. Through a technology beyond the orbs concerns, its creators had brought it back into existence. Its nature beyond the physics of this universe, singular, and all powerful was placed inside the tiny white orb which was only about the size of a child's marble.

The orb itself was to be transported to a planet containing the chosen sentient race. Once there it was to locate one suitable individual within the race and fuse the omega particle to its physical body. The result of this integration with the omega particle would transform the individual into a supreme being. The creators foresaw that the resulting individual would so transcend all other sentient beings in glory and power that even the most egocentric species would be rendered into a state of voluntary submission to this new supreme being. However, the hopes of universal peace and order were not as simple as creating a vastly superior being to lord over all intelligent beings. The existence of a supreme being would make other beings realize their meaninglessness and paralyze the many civilizations the creators hoped to protect.

In order to prevent this outcome, the orb was instructed to alter the chosen individual to create a new social order that would promote both peace and progress. The orb was directed to examine the chosen individual and its host species and fashion a series of desirable behaviors in them both to nurture and grow the power of the Supreme Being. While the details could vary greatly based on the host species, there were key elements.

One, while the Supreme Being would be relatively all powerful to other beings, it would be able to confer inconsequential levels of its power to others by direct physical contact, thus making an elite class of minor powerful being who would in turn rule over lesser beings. Second, the nature of the elite class must be such that they would collectively sacrifice everything for more physical contact and power, so that the Supreme Being would have absolute control over them. Third, the Supreme Being must possess a character that would only allow itself to share contact with the most devoted members of the elite class. And finally, the power of the omega particle would only reach its full potential when the Supreme Being maximized its dominance completely over its species.

The species the orb was intend to visit had all the right characteristics to nurture a Supreme Being, however the orb had now found itself 1000's of light years away for its destination. With some instantaneous logic routines, it concluded that it would be unable to complete its primary mission due to fact that its omega containment field would deteriorate long before it completed a fraction of the journey back across the galaxy. Accordingly, it assumed its secondary objective — too find an alternative species that could achieve its primary mission. While a nearly impossible task, the orb remarkably located electronic transmissions from a planet from a nearby solar system. As orb interpreted the multi streams of electronic data and discovered a highly sentient race of beings that were located on the 3rd planet from the nearby sun. While the race was still primitive compared to its creator's civilization, it remarkably possessed all the drives and instincts required to host and nurture a supreme being.

The inhabitants of this little planet called themselves humans or mankind and they were biologically driven into hierarchical societies of great variety, which fostered submission to various forms of authority, and were dedicated to the worship of an array of local supreme beings in the form of god’s, monetary currency, and charismatic leaders. Even more impressive was the species natural instincts for survival which drove them irrationally towards the acquisition of primitive displays of power in the form of wealth, status, and influence. The species greed for power was not limited to individual survival and comfort but a deep seated need to pass on the individual's DNA for reproduction, an instinct for reproductive survival, which required physical contact between members of the species.

Within a nanosecond, the orb assessed and determined not only that this race would host the supreme being but every detail of the new social order, the members of the elite, the gender of the supreme being, and the significance of the sex organ in relation to the omega particle. A short time later it descended into the planet atmosphere and found a candidate for the omega particle transfer, a 18 year old boy named Mickey. Three weeks later …

Mickey was still freaked out three days after the bizarre incident with Brad in the gym locker room. Ever since Brad started dating his knock out step sister, Tina, Brad had made Mickey’s life a living hell. While he did not particularly like Brad, Brad's reaction to his newly transformed penis was beyond his comprehension. Somehow his cock had tripled in size in a matter of days, and totally fucked up Brad's mind. Since then the high school star quarterback had not showed up for school or practice, and his step sister was bitching that he had not called her either.

For the last three days, Mickey had rushed home after football practice fearful that someone else might get fucked up looking at his now enormous cock. His stepmother and sisters usually got in late during the week, and he was able to sneak his way into the upstairs bathroom to take a shower. Removing his shirt again, he was still amazed by the development of his body. He measured himself again this morning and realized he has grown taller by another ¼ inch, and he could clearly see that his muscles on his arms and chest were becoming bigger and more defined.

Everything about his physique was transforming into some kind of superman, and he was becoming bigger … stronger… something more than human. Mickey liked the new look very much, even if he was scared by the rapid growth that didn't seem to be letting up. But what freak him out the most was the one muscle on this body that seemed to have grown so out of portioned with the rest of him. Removing his football pants, the monstrous cock flopped out and hung to his knees soft.

The damn thing looked like a miniature body builder's arm. The thing not only had giant veins which seemed to supply it with enormous quantity of blood, but it literally looked like muscle under the taunt skin. In fact, Mickey discovered that his penis now possessed a network of iron hard chords of actual muscle mass that allowed him to maintain an immovable erection at will. Despite his fear, Mickey was in awe of his amazing new cock muscle. Looking in the mirror, he willed himself hard. Instantly, his cock rose from his knees from about 15 inches flaccid to 19 inches rock hard and perpendicular to his new 6 pack abs. As his new chords of muscle in his cock fixed itself in its immovable position, great quantities of blood pump in to thicken the girth of his cock to size of a litter bottle of soda. As Mickey felt a wave of sexual arousal, he flexed the mighty organ again and experienced a profound sense of power, and not just physical power manifest by the inhumanly strong chords of flexing muscles in his cock, but a deep metaphysical power.

He could feel the enormous sex organ discharging energy, pure unadulterated power, and Mickey experienced another strange vision that had become common since the start of his transformation. He could feel the power of his cock exerting itself on the mass of humanity. Before his mighty cock stood a countless sea of naked and faceless individuals, both male and female, in awe and in submission to his cock. As his organ flexed, its power reached out like an invisible hand to them and firmly pressed against the nape of their necks, pushing them downwards, lower and lower, until the entire body of humanity was prostrate before his cock. The force or power that moved them was both unstoppable and yet gentle. As Mickey came out of the vision, he had a distinct feeling that humanity was grateful to bow before him which caused him to recall the freaky experience with Brad in the gym lock room.

Three days earlier, Mickey hoping to avoid his teammates waited an hour after the rest of the football team to shower before taking his own shower. Unfortunately, Brad had for some reason returned to the locker room to discover that Mickey was in the shower and decided to sneak into the shower and assault him. However, the moment Brad laid eyes on Mickey’s enormous cock something broke inside him. Mickey remembered the look of despair in Brad eyes as he dropped to his knees and kissed the cold tiles at his feet. He could still hear his profession of worthlessness squeaking below him as Mickey unleashed his urine on the most popular kid at his high school. He was both an exhilarating and frightening experience to Mickey.

Mickey understood that whatever was happening to him was doing so with a purpose. He was changing both physically and mentally, and his cock was at the center of this dramatic transformation. It seemed so right to have Brad prostrated himself before his new massive cock in abject inferiority.

While Mickey was a virgin, he was no stranger to arousal and masturbation. With the incident with Brad, he felt no sexual arousal, just a sublime sense of order in the relationship between him and Brad. But his sexual desire had been growing daily with the size of his cock. At first, he attempted to quell the burning need by hand play, but as it grew bigger and stronger, Mickey found himself repulsed by the idea of touching himself. He found he could not even stomach the idea of holding himself to piss.

He experienced another strange day dream vision as he positioned the giant cock over the toilet to relieve himself. With his hands on his hips and not touching himself, he saw gorgeous women holding his cock muscle for him while he released himself. Breaking himself from the day dream, he jumped into the shower, as he continued to worry about what might happen if some else looked at his freakishly big cock. As fate would have it, he was about to find out shortly.

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Best friend spends the night (Part 2)

As I leaned foward, I buried myself into her causing her to release Mikes dick from her mouth and let out a “humph–ahhhhh” and I took my tongue and licked the side of Mikes cock. She giggled and went to work on the other side. Mike let out a moan as we double teamed that damn oversize banana.

I was busy thrusting in her with a good rhythm, and licking with her as she turned her head and buried as much as she could of him in her mouth. I re positioned and got lower lifting her legs to my shoulders making her loose her lip grip on Mike for a moment. I went to work again and took one of those hot fucking nipples into my mouth and sucked on her. She began to give Mike awesome head and then she screamed “I am fucking cummmming!”

I let go of her nipple and gave her the hardest thrusts I know how. I felt her shudder and she spasmed under me as she flooded my dick and balls with her juices. I rested after she calmed down, and leaned in for a hot three way kiss. I withdrew my dick and raised up to where they were and began to lick Mikes balls as she grabbed my dick and pulled at me to get back in. She rolled into the doggy positing at my urging and I began to fuck her again. The sound of our flesh popping and her slurping on Mike was driving me wild. Mike was getting anxious for his turn, so I told him to swap.

He got behind her and I presented my dick to her after loosing the rubber. He gained easy entry into her well lubed and primed pussy and started fucking like a wild man. That dude was working that big dick in her like a porn pro, making me glad I chickened out. I was getting an awesome blow job until he yelled I am close. She spit out my dick and told him to come here. She rolled over and told us to jerk off on her tits. I started first until she moved my hand and said “each other” Mike and I grabbed the others dick and started stroking as she diddled her clit. We both were close and dripping a pile of precum on her. She urged us on with comments until she saw his head turn that deep purple. She then went to work in a fury on her clit and Mike and I came within a millisecond of each other, coating her chest with splooge.

We were all three breathing hard and she looked at us with a hunger in her eyes, I knew it was not over. She said feed it to me, and I reached to gather it up and she pushed my hand away and pointed to our dicks. She tried hard to get both our softening cock into her mouth but had to alternate between them. She sucked on us moaning as he and I looked into each other’s eyes we actually kissed. It was not planned it just was like a magnetism drew us together. Her eyes caught this and said FUCK that is hot. She suggested we all relax a while and go to the bed. We smiled and cleaned her and ourselves off and slipped back into the tub. All inhibitions gone we all three tried to fin in a space for two, touching all over each other.

It felt good to have her there, with us. Mike and I actually put on a little show for her, touching, and kissing and me getting him worked up licking and sucking his nipples. She was hypnotized by us messing around, and only seemed to make her horny. She looked at us and said I want to see you two in me at the same time, Josh will have to take my ass, Mike you are to big. I smiled inside, I was going to get me some tail, I have seen it in porn, but never thought I would get the chance with her. She said I want you two in me at the same time, showing her interest by grabbing our dicks and rubbing them together. I reached for her ass and Mike for her pussy and we kinda pressed our hands there as we got into another hot threeway kiss. Then she said, lest go to the bed boys, in a Bette Davis rasp, which made me shiver…

We each thought a shower would be a good idea, so we all went into the shower nude and washed each other. Mike and I had grown massive erections by that time, and her hands felt so good on my body, as did his. We took our time washing each others asses and let ourselves wash between the legs. The drying off time turned intimate, and we were in the middle of an erotic moment. She ran her hands over my thighs, and Mike did too, they commented on how nice they were. I have always been proud of my thighs.

The bedroom seemed to bring on a difference in her. She was even more intimate with us, wanting a threeway make out session. The kisses and licking all over each other was great, then after a lot of moving around we ended up with her sucking Mike, him sucking me and me eating her out. We continued the threeway oral session until Mike pulled away from her to keep from cumming. He stopped sucking me then and joined me licking on her. He was reversed at the clit and I was face in between her legs. I continued to drift downward and was soon licking ass, and she was whimpering our names as we worked her up into a orgasm.

She actually shocked me by licking off our faces like a hungry kitten after milk. I was so hard I was hurting and I could tell Mike had it as bad as me. We snuggled to either side of her and I noticed her breathing change. She was drifting to sleep. Mike and I looked at each other and smiled, and wrapped our armes over her to each other and closed our eyes. I still say it was the best sleep I had in my life as I dreamed about what would happen when we woke up.

I woke up, not sure if it was a dream or not but I was feeling damn good. I looked to see my dick being gently sucked by her, and Mike was watching and jerking off. Mike moved at my urging and presented me with that swollen banana, which I sucked to match her movements on me. We continued this for a while until she stopped her sucking and watched me suck on Mike while humping her pussy on her heel. She drew her foot under her and rocked he clit on her heel, which was wicked hot.

After a few minutes she told us to get ready to fuck he brains out unless we wanted to fuck each other. I stopped and Mike laid on the bed and she rolled a Magnum XL condom on his dick. I watched as she slid up and slowly lowered herself onto him. I kneeled on the bed and Mike opened another magnum and rolled it onto me. I felt the warmth and caring of my best buddies hand as he rolled that condom onto me. I nervously found my position and squirted a glob of “wet” onto her anal canal. I used my finger to work it around as he slowly fucked her pussy. She moaned as my finger entered her ass, and I got a thought.

I jumped up and ran and got the dildo Mike and I had earlier. I rolled a condom onto it and slowly pushed it in as I turned on the switch on the bottom. Mike moaned as loud as she did and I could feel my cock throbbing. I used the dildo several minutes until she was whimpering, and I pulled it out. I rose up and placed my tip on her bud and pushed in. Oh man it was tight and I began to slowly rock my hips and felt the muscles give way to my invasion. I suddenly realized I could feel Mike’s dick going in and out of her pussy. It was wild, my dick separated from his by thin skin. Fuck I was in her and he was in her and I felt him speed up his fucking, so I did too. We were like competing in her, trying to out do the other with depth then speed. OH man this girl, was hot as hell and we, yeah we were fucking her.

I began to here that whimper again and she was saying in her groans, “Oh Mike, Oh Josh fuccckkk mmmmeeeee!” It had the sound of a high pitched beg, so we both looked at each other in the face, she had buried he head into the pillow and Mike’s shoulder. He leaned forward and I leaned more over until our lips met in a kiss and then we backed off and smiled. We had fulfilled a fantasy we hand only had admitted 14 hours earlier. I began to moan and call her name and Mike was getting close. I was able to glance at the clock I saw when I went to get the dildo, and 20 minutes had passed. We were fucking her and she was getting close, humping back against me, and really screaming fuck me to the top of her lungs. I was so into it I did not really feel my cum boiling in my nuts but it came quickly and Mike’s dick was twitching when mine was done.

He was pumping her full and I was hoping she felt every spurt. We both collapsed on Mike and we were kissing each other again, sweat, and spit mixed like our juices below. We finally rolled off and I went to throw away mine and Mike’s condoms and brought back three warn washcloths, and I began to clean her pussy and ass as she cleaned Mike and he cleaned me. We all got up without dressing and went onto the deck again, and sat on the bench as our big tit friend light up a Marlboro Light. Mike and I both bummed one, even though we did not smoke cigarettes, but cigars. She admitted that that she wanted two guys at once after seeing a porn with Becki one night. Becki whoa fuck I thought to myself, I have wanted her for a while, but she was way outta my league. She was the star everything at school and in the community. I asked her was Becki one of the ones and she smiled as she exhaled, and said yeah we fooled around. I felt my overworked dick twitch.

We sat there a while longer until Mike asked if we wanted something to drink, we agreed on wassle and he went in. She looked at me and asked if we had done it all. I told her everything but anal sex, and she was like wow. I saw her watching my cock grow as she asked if I liked Becki maybe we could get together and have a foursome. Not that I thought that could happen but it was great to think about.

When Mike returned my dick was being played with my her as we talked about our fantasies and who we would like to get with. She was like talking to Mike. Mike sat down on the other side of her and we stopped all the touching and feeling and drank the wassle and Mike and I lit up a macanudo robusto. The thought of someone seeing us nude was the furthest thing from our mind as Mike started the fire in the open stove on the porch to knock the chill outta the air. She leaned her head on my shoulder and threw her feet into Mike’s lap and we lazily dropped hands to parts that were normally covered. My right hand rested on her right nipple, and Mike’s feel to her trimmed pubic hair.

Ashley looked up at me and asked if I thought she was a whore for fucking us both and I told her I needed a few more lessons before I could be sure. She then stood up and loked at Mike and said suck his dick, and he leaned in without any more urging and took my half hard on into his mouth. She sat in the rocker, threw one leg over each arm, licked her fingers and began to diddle her clitty. Oh man what a view, I was boned up and Mike was oblivious to the view I had as he slobbered my knob. WOW this is going to be a helluva afternoon and it is only 3PM… …

Between him sucking on me and the view of Ashley fingering herself that made me get closer than I wanted. I was filling his mouth sooner than any of us expected and she yelled do not swallow it. I looked as she got up and moved over to him and deeply kissed, sharing my splooge and then pushing Mike onto the floor, she mounted him and in the reverse cow girl got off big time. She left him high and dry so I took my buddies aching dick into my mouth and worked on it like he did me. I was getting into it when I felt her fingers on my ass, and she was applying a glob of wet there. I soon felt pressure and she pushed the dildo into me and fingered herself at the same time. It felt fucking awesome to feel her fucking my with it, and I was getting hard again already.

He yelled he was close, and she quickly moved to where I was and we shared his hot load and she licked his sensitive head, and he moaned. I looked at him and wondered what we might be doing with her we would not do alone, seeing two guys was getting her really hot. The dildo slipped out and hit the floor as I studied her face as she held his cock and smiled.

We moved back to the bedroom because she said the fllor was hurting her knees. I looked at her face as she asked me if I would do something for her. I looked at her and said sure, she wanted me to fuck her and let Mike try to fuck me like in the porn she saw with Becki. I was like I dunno, he said man Josh come on, let’s try. I mounted that hot ass and started fucking her and he got behind me as I felt it go in I froze until she prodded me to keep going. It hurt like fucking hell and I was really trying to be a man.

Soon he was rocking to my rhythm with her and the pain stopped. After a while it started to feel good, and I was moaning as much as her. Mike grabbed my shoulders from behind and rocked on, and I had lifted her legs high as she looked at me with glassy eyes. She came and almost pushed my dick out with her spasms and Mike grunted and filled my ass with his cum. I blasted like a fire hose in her, guess it was the prostate massaging by the curved dick, but I let loose bigger than anytime before.

We collapsed together and Mike rolled to our left and we all kissed again. Mike said he could never be happy having sex with just one person ever again, we all laughed and laid there talking about how good it was. We got up, she showered and and left after some stew and crackers and made us promise for many return performances. We kissed to seal the deal and she shivered and turned to get in the car.

Mike and I settled into the den and flipped on the first game of the World Series. I wondered how sore she was, we fucked like 8 times and my dick was really tender!

We sat close together, in our boxers and actually did not mention anything about today. We were both so tired from a marathon fuck fest. We slept good that night, and got up Monday and drove home. I dropped him off and went home and crashed again. I woke up form my nap, picked up my cell phone and dialed the number. The sweetest female voice I ever heard answered and I said “Hi Becki”…

Becki and I talked for a few minutes about school and homecoming plans and then I asked if she was busy Friday night, she sighed and said nope and I have been waiting on you to ask me that for two years! I laughed and said well now I have, and if she would mind a possible double date. She asked who Mike had a date with. I was quick and said who said anything about Mike, and she said you two are attached at the ass. I laughed and thought to myself if you only knew.

I hung up from here and Mike called and wanted to play tennis the next day after school and I was like where, it is cold outside. He said dumbass not now tomorrow, and after school, here. I said OK I assume the club and he was like yeah. I called Becki back to asked if she still worked out and did yoga at the club on Wednesday’s and she said no Tuesday, and I said great, I will see you there tomorrow.

sorry, my g/f was rear ended about the time I started this update, she is fine the suv held up well is not. I will finish this before the weekend is out.

I called Becki back to asked if she still worked out and did yoga at the club on Wednesday’s and she said no Tuesday, and I said great, I will see you there tomorrow…

The next day I met Mike at school and told him that Becki was going to meet us at the country club that afternoon. Mike kinda looked down and said you two have fun I have a dentist appt. and I will not be there. Feeling bummed by the news he was not going to be there, Becki showed up and brightened my day. Her dark hair and hypnotizing green eyes on a fit and toned body that was an 11 on a scale from 1-10. I told her I would come and maybe swim some laps but Mike could not make it. She said that her brother Ryan standing by her with the same har and eyes as she had, was always looking for a handball partner. I was not good at handball only trying it a few times, but since I knew Ryan from school since they moved here last year I agreed.

School crawled by as it does when you have plans that afternoon, but finally I was walking to the lot when I herd Becki call my name. Ryan was with her, they were paternal twins, but Ryan was more reserved in his personality than she was. I smiled at them and walked over to meet them. Cody about wiped us out swinging out of his parking place in his dad’s Lexus. We jumped and Ryan said stupid fucker, actually first time I had heard him cuss I laughed at the way he said it.

We talked for a minute and she said she had to run a few errands before she could make it to Riverpoint. I said cool I could go ahead and relax for a bit in the sauna, it had been a tough day. Ryan spoke up and said that he could use that too after biology labs. Becki suggested that Ryan ride with me and she would meet us there later.

Mike and I climbed into my 1978 Cherokee Chief may dad and I restored when I was 14 -16. I really liked it and preferred it to my friends faster newer cars. I felt secure in metro traffic in it. Ryan tossed his timberland backpack into the back seat and unzipped the front pocket and took out a pack of Marlboro lights. He climbed in the front as I eyed the cigs and he said dude do you mind? I reached over the visor and opened a tin of macanudo petits and grinned at him. He offered me one from his pack and I took it. We rode the 44 miles out to the club in traffic we learned a lot about each other. He preferred Kicks 101, liked jeeps, fishing, clay and trap shooting, and had a few of the same guns I did. I asked him about what life was like in Denver (where they came from) and he told me he liked it better here, always dreaded winters. He and his dad did hunt often, usually in Montana or Nebraska with his dad;s company having lodges in both. I asked him if he missed anything about it more than others, and he said Sandy. I asked he was she hot, and he chocked on the macanudo we had lit up after tossing the Marlboro buts in my baking soda filled sobe bottle. He said Sandy was a guy, his best friend since 3rd grade. Sanders was his last name and everyone called him Sandy, his given names were horrid to hear Ryan tell it. I told him Mike and I were that close and had been best friends about as long. we rode and talked about girls and school, getting into as little detail as I could about sex, since it was his twin sister I was interested in.

Her mentioned what a hott ass Leisa had on her I about ran off the road. I agreed but I was feeling a bit of guilt from my very personal knowledge o her ass and fetishes. I told him I got wood looking at her ass and he said the times she was at his house he had to make several trips to his room and lock the door. We smiled knowingly as I pulled into the club. We did talk about anything sexual while we were in the locker room. We used my dad’s locker and I tossed him a towel in case he had a modest streak. I stripped nude and wrapped the towel around my waist before my dick betrayed me seeing him striping down, and wondering the similarities of tone and moles with hist twin. I did notice he was kinda thick and had some big nads hanging.

We made our way into the gold member private steam rooms. He sat on the [plastic] cedar looking bench. I poured the ladle over the lava rock and got us some steam and sat down by him on the small bench. It would hold two people but you were close. Dad and I had been in there enough, but I was never bothered by the limited space. Ryan was uninhibited as well, he sank back on the bench resting his knee against mine. “man that Leisa has a hot ass” he said softly. I willed myself to try and think of a dentist drill, Mrs. Burkhalters’s big ass anything to keep me from getting hard remembering that ass and our weekend at the cabin. As we sat there he started asking if I had been with her,and I did not lie, but did not go into detail. He was like awesome and poked me in the arm as he asked was it good? I said hell yeah…

I said hell yeah…and reached to kinda bunch up my towel some to cover little Josh. He glanced down as I did seeing the signs of my 3/4 wood and all I could do was look at him and say “busted”. He smiled and said fuck man no problems you are not alone and I glanced down and saw his poking towel. We kinda bonded then and I relaxed and fucked bunching my towel. As I grew hard the towel pulled from me and exposed my right thigh. As we talked about a girl from Denver that had a ass like Leisa, I glanced down as I got up to laddle some more liquid into the hot rocks. His thigh was exposed and his cock seemed to point straight up towards his navel loosening his towel around his waist. I wiped my brow with the towel around my neck as I turned around not fully realizing that I was exposed until I felt air on my sensitive head.

I tucked my towel in better and covered my little buddy as I did I noticed he was looking in shock. I said sorry bro, and he said no problem I bet Leisa was too with that fucker in her. I smiled and as I sat down from here I would say you would have no complaints. He smiled and shook his head and said not as big as you. I was getting more relaxed and leaned back and grabbed mine under the towel and said “listen little man, you have gotten a compliment” we both laughed and as I removed my hand I was exposed again from the side he was on. I did not cover up and he smiled and grabbed his and said we say you are welcome. As he removed his hand he exposed a long curved dick that had a puddle of precum pooled in his happy trail.

I told him I had never been aroused in a steam room before and he laughed and said neither had he, but it had been awhile since he had any action. I laughed and said me too unless you count my three times a day jacking habit. He said “you too”, and then said man I thought I was the only chronic masturbator at MHS.

We both laughed as I said hell no. I guess it was the talk of jerking off, but my hand had drifted to my dick and I was lightly touching the head with my finger. I looked over at him and he was doing the same, I smiled and said dude we might as well lock the door. After I said it I got chill bumps thinking of how that could have sounded. He smiled and leaned over and flipped the latch.

He smiled and leaned over and flipped the latch. I smiled back and we both took our hard cocks in our fists and began to stroke and I noticed he was looking at my cock, and when he saw me looking at him he mumbled sorry. I told him it was OK I have done this before, and he said me too and we both watched each other stroke. I soaked in all his features, his chest void of hair but toned and tan, his thighs muscular and toned, and his big tool. He asked me if I had ever measured and I told him yes, and he said it looks so thick I do not think I could reach around it…and his left hand drifted towards me…

Mike smiled, thinking over Aaron’s question of his first gay experience. In his mid teens as best he could remember, he’d been pressured to go on a hunting party with his friend, to show he was a man. The reservation was always in need of extra food, and he wasn’t a bad shot. Mike had packed his blanket and some food into a backpack, grabbed his rifle and headed out to meet Jonathan, his childhood play partner.

They hiked for what seemed like hours, the hot sun making life miserable until they reached an old swimming hole. Mike eyed his friend, and grinned.

“Last one naked and in the water has to set up camp!”

“You’re on!” Jonathan replied, shedding his pack and shirt in one move. Mike was watching his lithe friend remove his shirt and started to slid his shorts off. The long black hair shimmered against his bronzed slightly muscled body, and Mike couldn’t help noticed the long uncircumcised cock sway as he stepped out of his shorts. Mike was down to his underwear by this point and Jonathan laughed shouting Mike had to set up camp. He ran to the water, and Mike’s rapidly swelling erection rose behind him. Mike walked up to the edge and jumped in, hoping his friend hadn’t seen it and that the chill of the water would ease his embarrassment. Unfortunately the sun’s rays had beat on the pond for hours, making it lukewarm.

Jonathan splashed by him and looked over.

“Ohh, you got a big boner!”

Mike flushed, but his friend moved closer and bobbed down to see it. He popped up to the surface.

“Wanna see mine?” he asked, stroking it near the surface. He didn’t wait for an answer but jerked himself rapidly. Soon both of them were pointing skyward and Mike started to touch himself too. Heavy breathing and slapping sounds could be heard, and they eyed each other’s swollen cocks, getting even more excited. Mike imagined holding it and doing the motion but didn’t want to try. Jonathan’s eyes got big after a few minutes and cried out, a sudden burst of white shot out and landed next to Mike, then another and another. Mike couldn’t stop himself seeing that beautiful cock pulse and he jerked faster until he spewed, the first gush landed on Jonathan’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, coming in a series of thick streams. Jonathan laughed and came up to him and put his arms around him, their semi hard cock’s sliding against each other.

“No problem.” He hugged his friend and patted his tight ass, squeezed it and dove into the water. Mike was left in amazement, spent but thrilled. It looked like an interesting trip!

Later that night Mike shivered near the fire, his blanket wrapped around him. Jonathan scooted closer next to him, and pulled the blanket open to slip in with him.

“Body heat,” he winked and shed his clothes.

He slid a hand into Mike’s pants and his fingertips lightly brushed it. Mike moaned softly, starting to grow firm again. Finding a good grip on the smooth tube of skin, Jonathan wrapped his fingers around it and moved his hand back and forth. Mike groaned and let his pants fall around his knees. He fumbled for Jonathan’s erection and with his other hand played with his balls. Under the blanket they felt each other grow harder, each squeeze and jerk growing more intense Jonathan smiled, brushed his engorged cock up against Mike body, starting to pant. As their movement grew they started to sweat while the fire crackled hotter.

They let the blanket fall and their dark tanned bodies glistened with sheen of sweat, the muscled youths mirrored as they faced each other and matching stroke for stroke. Buttocks firm and round tensed with their exertion, the movement caused there balls to sway in rhythm. Their cocks were near bursting in excitement they panted precum oozing to the tip of their heads. Mike looked down at them and moved closer so that they would touch as they jerked. Jonathan moaned as he increased tempo, then in a few minutes took Mike and pushed him to the ground, atop the blanket. His raven hair shimmered in the firelight, and he kissed his friend quickly. Mike responded back and wrapped his legs around Jonathan, their cocks rubbing as Jonathan humped him, their balls swaying and laying on each other. Sweat and precum made it easy to slip and slid against each other; Mike held him close and as he came, whispered “I love you.”

Jonathan held him tenderly, and kissed him, trailing kisses down his chest to his nipples, then down the path of his stomach. Rising up to the height of his friends belly button, the now purplish swollen head strained against its foreskin. Jonathan licked all around the tip, slowly tasted it. He began eagerly sucking the end, drawing it into his mouth. As he bobbed up and down, slow then faster. Mike cried out, nearly bursting. He jerked his lovers cock faster and faster until they were gasping, covered in sweat. Jonathan took his lips off the hard shaft and raised his own dick up against Mike’s, rubbing them together as fast as he could, drawing them together. Black hair tangled, brown skin pressed together as one.

Jonathan kissed him again and suddenly came, their semen mixing all over their chests and stomachs. Their hair was damp with perspiration and they panted, laying together basking in the firelight.

They’d have to go hunting more often!

His hand drifted to my crotch and I inhaled sharply, which resulted in a smirk on his face as he encircled my throbbing shaft. He lingered his hand there a minute and said damn man. His touching only resulted more precum some of which was on his hand. He asked me if I had ever done more than this? and I asked with a guy? he said yeah , and I looked in his face and nodded, and he said me too. I told him I liked It but was afraid of people finding out, especially girls. He said no to worry, the girl I am talking to now thinks it is hot for guys to fool around. I looked a him and said “Becki?” and he nodded. As we sat there jerking off he told me a story about their pool house one summer and what Becki saw him doing with a neighbor.

As he went into the story we let our hands drift to each others dicks, his leg over mine at the thigh, and jerked each other off until he said when they heard a loud moan he and the kid looked up to see Becki with her hand down the front of her bikini bottom, and told them please don’t stop! I shot my load, and followed soon by his as we sat there wiping up with the towels, I asked did he continue. He said that it may sound weird, however we did. I was shocked and he just turned on the bench nude and looked at me and said we were and are a family that is not inhibited by nudity or sex. We are not incestuous, but have seen each other in some situations. So you all are nudists and that is why you continued,and he said no I did it for my twin as I would do 1000 other things.

I thought at this point that maybe she sent him in here, but quickly dismissed that thought. He looked me square in the eyes and said, we are both bi, have a mole on the inside of our right thighs, and pointed to his. He went on saying that we have discussed how hot you were, and that you seemed interested in her. He winked and said but we noticed you and Mike were, and I wonder if… and he stopped and glanced at the door and whispered as he reached out and touched my dick,””””if he has ever doent this, and leaned over and took my semi hard dick in his mouth… I moaned and he came up and I said well hat do you think as I noticed he was hard again.

He said man come over to the house and that way we can spend some more time “talking”” and you can see Becki too.I was like cool. So we left the steam room and got dressed and stopped by and told Becki I would see her at their house. She looked at us both with understanding suspicion, and we left.

She looked at us both with understanding suspicion, and we left.

We got there after five, their parents were leaving for dinner with a client and told us they would not be home till late. It was easy to see where Becki got her looks, Heather was one hot looking Mom, a real MILF. He dad looked alot like the typical business head, but was an avid golfer and racquetball player.

I was happy to be there, and their greeting was very friendly, and they went on about meeting my parents at the annual charter anniversary dinner/dance at the club.

After they left I looked around the den as I waited on Ryan to come out of the bathroom. I noticed a sliding door, that went out to a indoor pool with a whirlpool in the corner. Ryan came up behind me and asked if I wanted to go in for a dip, I was like sure, got a suit I can use? We never wear them here, good thing about an indoor pool! and walked into the corner and stripped naked and dove in. I followed suit and we swam around and tread water and talked and decided to shower off and jump in the whirlpool with a beer. As I stood under the warm water of their poolside shower, I heard a door shut, thinking it was Ryan cumming back with the beer. I released the chain with the crystal dolphin on it, and turned to face…

I turned to face Becki standing there with a smirking smile as she glanced up and down my body beaded with water. Any chance of little josh making a lasting impression vanished with the embarrassment and the cold water combination. She said “I see Ryan has indoctrinated you quick” and turned to walk away. “Oh shit” I thought, “she thinks we are gay, or maybe she thinks I came to her house to get naked and do her, I was confused as I started to go for my clothes.”

Ryan returned with two Mich’s and said whoa duhang tight Becki will be down in a few, hop in. Well I figured what did I have to loose. I slid into the hot tub and lying back facing Ryan, I was really surprised at how much identical twins, look alike.

If he had killer lips and nice tits he could double as Becki. His calf was touching mine under the water and he seems to ignore it. I looked up as Becki was walking into the solarium type room in a white terry cloth robe, with two more robes over her arm. She got to the side of the tub set down the robes reveal a a Mich of her own. She asked if there was room and we both said sure. With that I watched almost in slow motion as the hot ass girl untied and pulled the robe off her tan shoulders to reveal a the most beautiful nude body I had seen in person, film or books. I heard Ryan clear his throat and getting her attention motioned with his head towards me. I looked as she smiled and slipped into the water.

She started, well Josh what has my brother told you about the family? I looked at him and back at her, and she said you are blushing. I giggled in embarrassment, and said am I? She looked at us and said swing around. I want to recline, and with that brought that beautiful ass out of the water and turned the most perfectly trimmed bush I have ever seen in my life to my view as it slowly slid beneath the water.

Ryan, Mom, Dad, and I are nudists. We visited the islands regularly as kids and wandered around naked all the time. It took us by surprise that our parents said everyone was not like us. Now we are not into incest, but let’s just say we have seen each other in situations that some would consider weird. We are not embarrassed about the normal things that can occur in life, and hardly ever do we close let alone lock doors. Now we do not watch our parents have sex or anything, we just are open. I was like is it the beer or what because my head is spinning, what do you mean you are nudists all the time?

She looked at Ryan, and said, what have you told him or shown him? Ryan told her that when we were in the sauna…I about fainted and l poked him hard in the leg. He flinched and she said what, you two did a session. He looked at me and her and said yes. I said sessss…iossson? he laughed and she said that is what we call masturbation, no biggoe I think it is hot for two straight guys to get off in front of each other.

I asked for another beer, and she smiled and said be right back, and once again I got a look at her and got hard as hell. As she left I asked Ryan what all did she know and he said everything. She has watched me and the neighbor 100’s of times after school and so on. I was like wow, and he smiled and said and I have peeked her and

her friends from school on sleepovers. I was fucking stiff and hell imaging this. I asked him what they did and he told me about a chick named Christie 69’ing in the den one night when her parents were away last summer. He said dude I came 4 times, as he this I heard her say, more like 5, counting the one on her ass later. I was like F U C K!! she smiled and said no secrets Josh, OK? I was like sure, and she said what all have you done with a guy? I told them about me and Chris, without naming names, and the threesome, and they listened as told the cabin story. I felt her leg rubbing mine as I talked, and his too. I was sitting there feeling his hand on my thigh and her leg on my calf and telling all the intimate details of me and Chris. Ryan said hand me a beer Josh, and I stood and leaned over the side to the soft cooler and grabbed him one and offered another to Becki. I then saw both of them looking at my swollen dick and the precum drop on the tip, I blushed and she said

D A M N boy. I grabbed another and Ryan stood up to toss his bottle and ours in the trash, but I think to prove he was as excited me, he too had a drop, a little bigger on his. They asked me more about the anal sex with a guy and I told them, now not embarrassed at all. We all three were holding backwash bottles and this time Becki stood up and placing one foot on the seat and another on the ledge bet over exposing her ass and pussy to us both. He poked me and mouthed watch this “Becki is it raining there” and she slid her hand there and with the ease of butter on a hot plate went knuckle deep in her pussy. She withdrew the finger and licked it clean looking at us between her legs.

She handed out the last 3 beers and sat back down. Looked at me and said “I am not easy, so get no ideas” I am just horny, like you two…I said I was fine with what I am geting and they both laughed. I was curious, so I had to ask… “have you two ever got off in front of each other?”

They both said yes in unison, and Becki added watching computer porn, and once at the beach in the Bahamas watching a girl give a guy head. I was shocked and it showed. Becki furrowed her brow and said, look it NOT incest unless he fucks me! Ryan looked at me with the same puzzled look and said nothing, Becki kicked me under the water and said “HELLO!”

I looked a said “OK, it is just that I could never do that in front of my sister, NEVER… To be honest I am jealous of you two.”

The smiled and said Josh no need to be. Becki said something that blew my mind. She looked at me and said Josh I overheard you and Mike in the parking lot talking one afternoon after school and I saw his eyes as he looked at you, and you patted his thigh as he sat in the jeep. I knew you were bi, so are we, and then I knew about some of the gilrs gossip about you and them. You seem to be a gentleman,and refused Regina’s advances, she has been with the entire sports program at the school. To which I quickly added, and gave half of them crabs! Mike and I are the only two she did not get. Ryan said and me, remember we have been here a year now. I changed the questions back to them and asked Ryan what all he had done with a guy and he went down the list but stopped short of kissing. Becki quickly pointed out that she had seen three different kisses in her spying. He blushed and she said I dare you to kiss Josh right now, and he leaned over looked at me and gave me the hottest not so wet kiss I have ever had. Durubg the kiss our hands want to each other’s heads and his other hand on my hard dick. Becki actually moaned, before we broke apart.

“Becki, he is a great kisser…”

“Prove it!

So, I slid over to her and kissed her, my hard on pressing into her side and my leg could feel the heat from her pussy. I stood back up and she gently wiped the pre cum off my tip held my dick in her hand like a hot dog for a minute and then let it go, I took as a sign to sit down. I said truth or dare and she said sure, Ryan said “OH LORD! She is unfair at this!”

She said dare and I told her to hold Ryans dick like she just held mine. (I had to see if this was all bullshit or my hottest fantasy come to life) She motioned for him to come over and he stood and she held it and wiped the precum away from his, which was a little more than I had. I looked on in amazement and he looked at my reaction and smiled. I said ok, and Ryan looked at me and said, have you ever had anal sex as a receiver…I looked at both of their cute faces and nodded yes, and they smiled. The Becki said truth or dare and I said dare and she said lick Ryan’s balls for a for a full minute! I watched as he crouched over my face facing her and I licked his big balls and sac, then as a added surprise went to his ‘taint’ and circled his man hole to which he let out a guttural moan. I heard Becki say “time” and as he moved she said in a horse voice “Ryan your pre cumming all in the hot tub”…and as she came into view she had risen from the water, and sat on the edge of the hot tub and was vigorously fingering herself. I loooked at Becki and said truth or dare, she said truth, and I took the opportunity to dirve a nail and asked what she wanted the most right now, and she blushed and said ” to get fucked while my twin fucks too…

“””

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“Puberty Is a Bitch!” 8: Plans

Sam yawned, and placed his gym bag in his locker. Brad had kept him up late the past few nights. Ever since their discussion about Brad’s perception of himself, he’d become increasingly affectionate at home. It was as if something had been unleashed within Brad, and he made love with a fiery passion that consumed them both. He was an animal in bed, and last night had taken the cake with five times before Brad reached exhaustion. But things at school still hadn’t changed.

As Sam pulled his school-issued, bright blue speedo up over his thighs, he looked around for Brad. Late as always. Sam walked through the locker room to the showers where the door to the indoor pool was. He opened the door, and slung his towel over his shoulder. As he walked past the other guys, he ignored the stares he got. He was used to it. Years of swimming, combined with a good set of equipment and a smooth bod, made him a dazzling sight in a speedo. Most of the boys envied or desired him. But no one made him feel more appreciated, more wanted than Brad did. He just wished he could make Brad feel the same.

Coach Weis blew his whistle to quiet everyone. "Okay, guys, listen up. Today’s an easy lesson. We’re doing the back stroke and breast stroke."

Everyone groaned. The jocks, fit as they were, weren’t built for this kind of sport. However, Sam loved it. The door from the shower room creaked open, and everyone looked to see Brad walk in. he was wearing an oversized t-shirt and an enormous towel wrapped around his waist. As he walked, Sam noted an odd wobble to his stride.

With his head down, Brad handed a slip of paper to Coach Weis. "Here, it’s a late pass from the hall monitor."

The coach eyed him suspiciously, "Glad you could join us, Brad. We’re doing backstroke and breast stroke today. And unless you plan on taking a non-participation today, lose the shirt and towel."

Suddenly, it hit Sam that this was Brad’s first swimming session since the changes had started. He held his breath in anticipation.

Slowly, Brad grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, and hanging it on a nearby safety rail. As he moved, the ripple of muscles throughout his back only emphasized the increased width of his upper torso in stark contrast to his miniscule waist. Tauntingly, some of the other guys started to whistle.

"Knock it off, ladies!", Weis snapped. "Now the towel, Brad, we don’t have all day. And turn around, for pity’s sake! We’re all guys here, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Brad’s shoulders slumped, and a nearly inaudible sigh escaped him as he removed the towel and hung it next to the shirt. Slowly, uncertainly, Brad turned around. A gasp suddenly swept through the other guys, and Sam smiled tightly to himself. Yeah, boys, get a load of that!

At some point today, Brad must have endured another growth spurt. A big one! His neck was nearly as thick as his head, and sloped down to meet a high pair of traps. His delts were beautifully defined, each head visible. His pecs jutted out at least an inch and a half now, and his eight-pack looked to be symmetrically etched in granite also having increased in breadth. His formerly long, lithe arms were now swollen thick with bulky muscle and starting to show signs of intricate veining. As Sam moved his eyes downward, he understood the reason for Brad’s odd stride. His quads now showed individually with solid definition, curving outward from his narrow hips and flowing gracefully into the subtle diamond shape of his calves. But the main attraction was the bright blue speedo. The front bulged out mouth-wateringly, stretched packed, and filled to almost overflowing by Brad’s enormous endowment. So much so that the waistband was pulled down to reveal a bit of the lowest pair of his eight-pack.

Sam looked over the other guys to see that not one among them seemed to be able to settle their gaze on any one part of Brad’s anatomy. As the silence continued, Brad tried futilely to cover himself which only succeeded in causing his pecs and arms to ripple and flex.

"What’re you all staring at…!?", Brad yelled as his face reddened.

Pete, one of the school’s lesser football players, spoke up. "Holy crap, Brad, you been workin’ out…!?"

Brad’s face grew a deeper red, "Yeah, a little…"

One of the soccer players spoke next, "A ‘little’? Dude, your quads’re bigger’n mine!"

Brad was about to say something when the coach blew his whistle again. "Okay, ladies, you can trade workout tips later. For now, everyone in the pool. Twenty laps to warm up."

All through the class, Sam watched. Brad had been a top notch swimmer before, but now he moved with a speed and grace that left even Sam in his wake. Of course, some of it had to do with the fact that everyone kept watching Brad for a peek at his incredible bod. Sam could only smile.

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“Puberty Is a Bitch!” 7: Confession

Brad stood in the shower. He turned around, allowing the stream from the showerhead to wash directly over his face as if it could wash away the feelings that churned inside him. No such luck. He rinsed one last time, and turned off the water.

Sam sat on the bed in Brad’s room as Brad came in wearing a pair of teal boxer-briefs. Brad’s stride had an odd gait, still unused to the size of his dick and the way it felt between his leg when he walked around. He stood in the doorway, watching Sam study. He didn’t deserve a guy like Sam. Not after he’d almost cheated with MarkusTrianno.

Sam looked up, and a bright smile illuminated his face and the room. "Hey, cutie, how was your shower? Feel better?"

Sammy had actually taken to staying over at Brad’s quite a bit. His own parents disapproved of his choice of lifestyles, and didn’t seem to care if Sam was there or not.

"A little", Brad said.

Sam frowned, "Something wrong?"

It had been a week since Markus had tried to seduce him, and he still didn’t feel any less guilty about almost giving in. "Sammy, can we talk?"

Sam looked serious, and closed his text books. "Sure, Brad. This about Markus?"

Sweet, wonderful Sammy; always knew him so well. "Yeah."

"Okay then, lets talk."

Brad sat down on the bed next to Sam. "Sammy, I don’t completely understand what’s going on with my body, but it’s starting to get bad."

Sam playfully put a hand on Brad’s swollen chest. "Oh, I don’t know if it’s necessarily a ‘bad’ thing."

Brad looked down at his torso for a moment. He’d gained more mass, and his muscles now stood out with noticeable definition. He’d grown an inch or two more too, standing exactly eye level with Sam. But none of it compared to his overly developed rod.

He gently pushed Sam’s hand away. "I mean it, Sam. And it’s getting to me."

"Well what do you mean, exactly?"

"A lot of things. I think about guys and sex all the time. I never know when I’m gonna get an erection, or if it might rip through the front of my pants in front of everyone! And when I’m turned on, I can’t sem to control myself any more."

Sam smiled with a shrug. "Brad, that’s mostly all part of puberty. Well, for a gay kid anyway. You just have a few more…’gifts’."

"And what about the control thing?"

Sam leaned back on his elbows, "Well, I’m not sure. You’re gonna have to be more detailed."

Brad closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before going on. "You know most of what happened with Markus, and it’s all a little fuzzy after a certain point…"

"Okay, go on…"

"But one thing I rmember is wanting it. When he was sitting on top of me with his shirt off, I wanted him. And I was completely willing to give him what he wanted to have him, even if it meant betraying you."

"So, you’re afraid what’s goin’ on with your body chemistry is going to make you cheat on me…?"

"Well…yeah…!"

Sam began to laugh. "Brad, that’s rediculous!"

Brad stammered, caught off guard by Sam’s reaction, "Wha…what?"

Sam sobered, "Brad, Markus wanted you. He just asked me earlier that day to fix him up with you. He’s a slut and a cock whore. He goes after any cute guy with a big dick…"

"You mean, you knew what was going on…!?"

"Yeah. I was looking for you to warn you about him when I found you in the bathroom."

"Really…?"

"Yep. So don’t worry, you don’t have any ‘magical’ allure that’s drawing people to you. Well, at least nothing beyond your notmal charm and great personality."

"Wait, I don’t understand", Brad said with confusion on his face.

Sam put a hand on either of Brad’s shoulders. "Okay, Brad, I’m gonna give it to ya straight, okay…?’

Brad nodded, "Okay…"

"You’re one of the cutest guys in school, and I’m not the only one that thinks so. What you’ve noticed lately? People checking you out? Staring at you? That’s been going on all along."

"What are you talking about?"

"The only reason no one’s made a move is because they all know I’ve had the hots for you since we met. That, and I’d kick their asses if they did. The only reason you haven’t seen it is because you were too busy bein’ down on yourself."

"You…you don’t know what you’re talking about…!"

"Yes I do. The girls don’t bother because they all know you’re gay. But you’re really popular amongst the queers. And now that you’re changing, everyone’s taking notice even more. Markus has had a crush on you since you two were in sixth grade, though he’d never admit it."

"Are you serious…?"

"Yes! I can only imagine how fuckin’ horny it made him when things started to really get noticeable! He probably couldn’t take it any more, so he tried that little stunt last week. Too bad for him."

Brad’s mind was reeling. Could Sam really be right? Had he just convinced himself that he was undesirable? Was it all just some mental block he’d developed? He looked into the mirror on his closet door. He saw the reflection of a slender young athlete.

Messy wet, sandy brown hair drooped into his blue eyes which shown brightly without his glasses. His chest was definitely bigger than before, and his abs now formed a beautifully symmetrical eight-pack. His arms and legs were long and sinewy. Although not huge, a near complete lack of body fat made everything stand out in bold relief. In the mirror, Sam’s reflection came into view as he slid his arms around Brad’s waist.

He rested his chin on Brad’s shoulder and smiled as he stroked one hand up and down over Brad’s chest and stomach. "And just think, you’re only gonna get even hotter", he murmurred into Brad’s ear.

Brad couldn’t believe what he saw in the mirror. Goosebumps tingled to life along his arms at the feel of Sam’s soft caress. Sam nuzzled him gently behind the ear, and he closed his eyes. He allowed his neck to relax and his head lolled back as Sam’s kisses travelled down over his shoulder.

His voice was soft, "Oh, Sammy…that feels so good…"

Sam’s voice was husky, "So…lean back and let me show you how it’s done…"

Brad leaned back nito Sam’s body. Sam had removed his shirt, and Brad felt the warm caress of Sam’s smooth skin against his own. Sam’s torso was thick and ripped from his passion for swimming, and Brad revelled in the feel of muscle against his back. As Sam’s hands wandered downward, Brad felt the swelling mass of Sam’s erection pushing insistently harder against his lower back. Sam was hung, but no longer the bigger of the two as Sam was about to find out.

Sam looked down with a smile, marvelling at the sheer size of Brad’s cock as it ballooned. Brad now packed about 9" soft, but that was only the beginning. That nine inches swiftly stiffened, filling and stretching the teal cotton of the boxer-briefs as it pushed straight out from his groin. It began to lengthen, growing longer and longer, and longer. 10 inches, 11 inches, 12 inches, 13, 14, 15, growing thicker with every inch. Brad began to squirm as his briefs began to strain, trying to contain the mighty appendage. Brad’s member bucked and throbbed wildly against its fabric prison as it continued to swell, 16 inches, 17…

Finally, with a loud rip, Brad’s dick freed itself. Straightening, it swung upward to slap against his stomach with the sudden release of pressure. Sam admired its beauty. Eighteen inches of manhood, 6" around at least, meaty, and straight as an arrow. Brad smiled as he looked down. It really was impressive.

Sam caressed Brad’s member, causing it to throb vigorously, and making Brad squirm against him with a loud gasp. "Well, I can see it’s gotten even more sensitive."

Suddenly, Brad sat bolt upright as a tingling sensation filled his privates. "Oh no…!" They both looked down as Brad’s erect cock began to slowly grow longer.

"Holy shit!", Sam exclaimed.

"Brad looked at him and only smiled, "I wondered what would happen if I got a hardon then had a growth spurt…"

Sma watched with a smile as it continued to grow; 19 inches, 20 inches, 21 inches, "Well, I guess we’re gonna find out just how much I can take…!

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SERVICING THE SERVICEMAN, PART 2

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

SERVICING THE SERVICEMAN, PART 2

By anonymous.a

I don’t know if you remember this, but I told you about BMW Boy and the day he fucked my ass.

“Raped” is probably a more apt description, except I didn’t resist, and actually enjoyed it. So I guess that doesn’t make it a rape. Besides, I came away with a prized possession – a pair of his dirty boxers.

For months I used those boxers to get off. Just the thought of them having wrapped around that meaty ass of his, that plump cock and balls, was enough to get me hard. But the smell! It was a smorgasbord old piss, sweat, a faint whiff of ass crack, but over everything else, the funk of glandular secretions, that musky, earthy scent of a sexually active young military airman.

I would hold those boxers in a wad beneath my nose and breath in the smell as my mind replayed that encounter – him catching me as I tried to steal his shorts from a basket of laundry, then leading me into his kitchen where he instructed me to drop my shorts and bend over. The feel of his fat knob pushing inside me as he used my asshole as his personal Fleshlight. And then the gallons of Air Force sperm he poured into my colon. I had rushed home with it running down my thigh, big pearly gobs of jizz leaking out of my freshly plowed butthole. I had tasted it and savored it, and even wiped some of it on the boxers he had thrown at me so that his aroma would be preserved that much longer.

Many, many nights, BMW Boy and his jizzy boxers had been the source of erotic memories and fantasies, and I had spewed many gallons of cum remembering what had happened.

But I longed for more.

So one fine spring day, when both his roommates appeared to be gone from his townhouse, an inspiration occurred to me, and I acted on it. When I had finished, I was standing at BMW Boy’s door.

He opened it. His expression hardened. “Oh. It’s you,” he said, neither angry nor accusatory. “What do YOU want?”

I held out a gift. “Since I cost you a pair of boxers, I thought it only fair I replace them with these. They’re the same brand, and same size. I hope that’s OK.”

He snatched them from me. A faint sneer had crept into his expression. He looked them over then carelessly tossed them inside. Then he looked at me.

“Get your faggot ass in here,” he said, a tone of disgust in his voice. He pushed me past the entrance to the kitchen, a fact that registered in my conscience with a faint note of regret, and into the smallish living room. He sauntered past me, his butt cheeks clenching and unclenching in a way only somebody like me would have noticed.

“I should have called the police on your faggot ass,” he said, heading for the couch. “Instead, I used you for a cumdump.”

He plopped down on the couch, spread his legs and propped his feet on the coffee table in front of him. The fabric of his basketball shorts settled suggestively into his crotch, revealing a sizeable basket. I already knew what was inside.

“I want you to know something, you fucking faggot,” he sneered. “That session in the kitchen meant nothing to me. It was no different than a handjob. I just used you and then tossed your ass out, like the paper towel I used to wipe off my dick, then tossed in the trash.”

I couldn’t help staring at his crotch. The bulge there was growing noticeably as that shortish but fat cock filled itself with blood. I think his dirty talk was having more of an effect on him than me.

“Look at you,” he declared in disgust, registering my stare. “You can’t get enough. You’re addicted to my cock.”

He yanked his shorts down, revealing an extremely hairy ass to go along with that thick nest of peculiarly straight pubic hair surrounding his fat dick and balls.

“Get your faggot ass over here and suck me off.”

I did NOT need to be told twice. I rounded the coffee table and tried to position myself between me and it, but there wasn’t room.

“Move the fucking coffee table, faggot!” he commanded. I pulled the coffee table out of the way as he pulled off his shorts and spread his legs wide. An intense wave of odor rolled out of his crotch, thick and musky and superheated with pheromones. I swallowed a mouthful of spit before it could leak from the corners of my mouth, then dropped to my knees and plunged my face into that hairy, meaty, smelly man crotch.

His cock was sticky with both sweat and secretions. I rubbed it against my face as my tongue lapped at his equally sticky balls, running over the pubes that sprouted from his scrotum. He flesh tended to glue itself to my face – he was that sticky. And the aroma of him – a kind of flavorful meat smell, not quite that but the correct words escape me.

“Jesus Christ. You are one disgusting faggot. You’d sacrifice your respect and your dignity just to lick my balls? I’m probably half your age, you old pervert.”

I sucked his testicles into my mouth and washed each one with my tongue, then licked the backside of his ball sac before moving up the valley between his thigh and scrotum to take that fat cock of his in my mouth and start bobbing. The head was fully flared and the pee-hole dilated. As I sucked and licked and bobbed I tasted a steady flow of precum. He wasn’t dripping like a leaky faucet but by God the inside of my mouth was gooey with his stuff.

His hands found the back of my head and he plunged his cock down my throat. A lot of guys would have gagged but I had learned the secret to deep-throating, the same trick that allows you to chug a beer by simply pouring it down your throat without swallowing. I had no trouble letting that stubby enter my gullet.

His cock started pulsing and I could feel shot after shot of BMW Boy spooge being injected directly into my stomach. He moaned, a surprisingly boyish sound considering the tough talk I’d been administered the past few minutes, and held my head in place as he emptied his balls into me.

Then he slowly deflated with a satisfied hiss and sank into the couch, letting me suck the dregs of his orgasm from his softening cock. I cleaned him up nicely and then dropped to his balls, licking the fresh layer of sweat that had gathered there, like morning dew. He had not closed his legs so I was able to lick under his nutsack and into his taint.

He roused himself to scoot forward a little, then raised himself, exposing his taint and the hairy black hole of his ass.

“Go for it, faggot,” he said, his voice sludgy, as if he had just taken a hit of heroin. “Lick my dirty asshole.”

I pried his cheeks apart, and once his hairy pucker was exposed, I placed my mouth over the spot and started lapping with my tongue. His cheeks closed up a little, pressing against my facial cheeks and pinning my mouth in place as my tongue ran up and down his crack and his fun hole, stabbing at the opening, trying to get inside.

He moaned louder and with more authority, and began talking dirty to me again, saying I was a filthy faggot whore who would do anything to get a load, and he was going to push my face into his ass crack and make me lick every square inch of his hairy butt, and next time I showed my ass-eating face around here he was going to fuck my ass 12 ways from Sunday just to let me know who was boss.

The stickiness of his butt cheeks, the thick musky odor of his butt and the sensation of his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he held my head in place and rubbed his asshole against my pliant tongue – it was all too much for me and I exploded in my pants, shooting out spasm after spasm of cum that filled my shorts and began running down my crotch and the side of left leg.

I didn’t know it but he had been jerking his cock as I ate his crack, and with a squeaky moan he came again, this time squirting a single dose of cum that landed just below his navel.

He relaxed again and his butt seemed to form-fit around my face, his balls sagging to my forehead and his dick hanging above it all. I licked a few minutes more, just to give my own orgasm a chance to subside, and then I pulled my face out of his ass with a * spock * sound.

He looked at me, the sneer still firmly in place. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he said after a few moments. “Not this time, anyway. Now, get out of my townhouse.”

I got to my feet and started to turn and leave when he snarled, “Put the fucking coffee table back where you found it, faggot!”

I slid the coffee table back into position. He had pulled up his shorts and his feet found the coffee table. It was as if nothing had happened.

Except as I walked away, I noticed a large, wet stain in the crotch of my shorts, in the approximate location of my dick. Cum was running down the inside of my thigh. Once again I was leaving BMW Boy’s townhouse with embarrassing proof of our indiscretions for all the world to see.

But I didn’t really care. I had a belly full of jizz and a mouthful of pubes, and a promise that the fun wasn’t over.

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