The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male
to male sexual fantasy.  If that's not you, please read no further.

The following story depicts unprotected sex.  As said, it's fantasy.  You
are reality.  Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real
persons implied.

Part One of this story was by an author unknown to me.  Parts Two through
Seven are my own extension of the action. LenZelig@aol.com

Experimental Muscle (M/M, college, interracial, muscle)

Part One
      "...8, 9, 10!" gasped Mike, savoring the sensation of the pump in his
arms. His last set finished, he put away the weights and flexed his biceps
to check his progress.
      "Yeah, twenty inches, finally!"  Not for the first time he longed for
some way to accelerate his growth to absolutely inhuman dimensions.
      "Excuse me," said a large young man wearing a lab coat. "But I
couldn't help overhearing you. You may be the man I've been looking
for. I'm Dr. Logan Green."
      "I'm Mike. What do you mean I may be the man you're looking for?"
Mike looked at the dark man who looked as if he spent all his time in the
gym rather than in a lab. He must have outweighed Mike by at least 40
pounds and all of it muscle. What a hot looking man, Mike thought. Mike
didn't think there was anyone at the school that big, and being the muscle
junky he was, he had made of point of meeting all of the big men on
campus. Mike wanted to get to know this man regardless of what he was
selling.
      "Well, I can see that you've worked really hard to gain the size you
have and from what I overheard you, wouldn't object to getting bigger--A
lot bigger."
      "Hell, I wouldn't be working out so hard if I didn't want to get
huge," Mike replied, wondering if this man really had what he had been
looking for, other than an incredibly hot body.
      "I've been looking for a subject for a muscle growth experiment and
it's been tough finding volunteers. No one seems to want to double their
muscle mass. And that's what my experiments have produced so far."
Dr. Green looked Mike straight in the eye, "I think you're up for it."
      "Man, I'd do anything to get that big. Fucking anything, "Mike said,
almost unable to believe his ears, his greatest wish about to come
true. Hell, he'd do a lot for this huge man even without the promise of
outrageous growth.
      "I won't ask you to do anything you wouldn't want to do," Logan said
and flexed his pecs and shoulders. Even the baggy lab coat couldn't hide
Logan's massive development. Mike couldn't take his eyes off the huge
doctor.
      "When can we start?" Mike asked, practically trembling with
excitement, wanting to begin as soon as possible. In fact, he wanted to
begin right now.
      "I'm all set up in the lab to start whenever you like. You look as
excited as I feel about my work." Dr. Green smiled knowingly.
      Mike grinned back. "Damn right. Let's go."
      It was a short walk across campus from the gym to the lab where Logan
Green worked. Mike hadn't even wanted to take the time to shower after his
workout in his eagerness to get started with the experiment. The lab was
more than he expected. Along with the usual technical equipment and
computers, there was a very well equipped, very heavy-duty gym. As Mike was
looking around, Logan locked the doors then went to a computer console and
began typing.
      "I'm going to need a blood sample and a muscle biopsy in order to
produce the growth factor. It will be have to be tailored to your own
cellular structure and biochemical pathways." Logan then explained that one
of the limitations to the growth would be the protein and energy resources
of the subject's body. Once those were used up, they have to be replaced
for the growth to continue. "Fortunately, I've been able to formulate a
protein fuel that the growth factor can metabolize almost immediately. The
rate of growth is essentially limited only to how fast you can drink the
protein."
        The blood sample and biopsy took just a few moments to
perform. Mike's body fat was already pretty low so that the needle didn't
have to penetrate as far or as painfully to get the muscle sample as it
would with someone else. The doctor injected the specimens into the largest
machine in the lab and initiated his programs.
      "I'm going to have to ask you to strip down to your jock. I need to
take some measurements before your injection if I'm going to get accurate
data for the experiment. Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," Logan smiled,
"and no one is going to walk in on us."
      Mike didn't need to be asked twice. He was proud of his body and
would have willingly stripped bare and more to get on with the
experiment. "I've tested the procedure on myself, and even taking the
smallest amount of growth factor I could measure, I was able to gain over
100 pounds of muscle." Logan took off his lab coat and rolled up his
sleeves revealing his incredibly thick and vascular forearms. The doctor
was huge and looked as if he could win any bodybuilding contest he
wanted. Even Mr. Olympia didn't have this guy's proportions. Mike could
barely control himself as he considered Logan's massive physique and what
the growth factor would do to him.
      Mike had never been so thoroughly measured in so many ways
before. Each of his muscles was thoroughly quantified in size, shape, mass
and density. Logan was full of praise and encouragement, clearly enjoying
himself as he asked Mike to flex each of his muscles.  When he was done,
Logan read out the results of the measurements. Mike was a massive 240
pounds at 6 feet tall. His arms were actually just over 20 inches and he
had a 50 inch chest, 33 inch waist and 30 inch thighs.  But even Mike's
huge dimensions were no match for Logan's. Having this hot, muscular man
touch and praise his body was incredibly sexy. Mike's dick began pushing
against the thin fabric of his jock strap.
      Logan couldn't help but notice Mike's growing arousal. "Come with me
and let me show you something." He walked over to a computer console and
typed out some commands and a video monitor lit up. "This is me last week
before I tested the growth factor."
       "That's you?" said Mike, incredulously. It had taken him a moment to
recognize that the naked man on the screen was indeed Logan. Even before
the growth, Logan was a hot looking man with a good build and a hefty
looking dick. "That's incredible. You weren't kidding about this, were
you?"
      "Not at all," Logan said. He hit a few more keys and a series of
images flashed across the screen. "I've had to edit the images quite a
bit. Some of my reactions to the process were rather x-rated." Logan looked
over his massive shoulder at Mike's nearly naked body. "I think you know
what I mean."
      Mike's jaw dropped and his dick popped out of his jock as he watched
Logan literally growing before his eyes. It looked like a cartoon, the
growth was so outrageous. There were nine shots of Logan and each image was
accompanied by a set of numbers describing his expanding physique. Mike
watched Logan's weight surge from 180 to 270 pounds while his body fat fell
to practically zero.  His arms grew from 17 to 24 inches and his chest from
44 inches to an awesome 60. His quads had grown from 25 to 40 thick and cut
inches and his muscular calves now flared at 23 inches. Only his waist
stayed the same at 30 inches with mind boggling lats forcing his arms from
his side. To Mike's disappointment, Logan's crotch was fuzzed out in all
but the first picture. Even with his clothes on, Mike could see that the
doctor was even bigger now.
      Logan turned around revealing a massive hard-on running along his big
thigh. It looked as if the growth factor worked on more than just
muscle. He wrapped his hand around Mike's hard dick and said, "I get hard
just thinking about the process. Hot, eh?" Mike nodded. "You still haven't
seen the latest results of my growth," Logan said and began to unbutton his
shirt.
      Mike's dick throbbed as the massive column of Logan's neck and the
slabs of hairless pectoral muscle were revealed. When Mike pulled Logan's
shirttails from his pants, Logan stopped undressing to let Mike take over.
      Mike finished unbuttoning Logan's shirt and let it hang open,
marveling at the densely muscled six pack bulging above Logan's belt, the
deep cuts between the rock hard abs were remarkable, not even when Logan
took a deep breath was the definition obscured.
      "Go on," said Logan. "It'll be a while yet until your injection is
ready. I'm sure you can think of some ways to pass the time." He winked and
flexed. "I know I can."
      Mike needed no more encouragement. He wanted Logan's dick and he
wanted it now. He undid Logan's belt and pushed down his pants, struggling
to get them past Logan's gigantic thighs. Mike knelt down and looked up in
awe at the massive man standing with his shirt open, pants around his
ankles and tight white briefs that barely contained his hard dick. Mike ran
his tongue along Logan's cloth covered dick, soaking the underwear. Logan
groaned as he felt Mike's hot breath on his dick and pushed his crotch into
Mike face, nearly knocking Mike over with the force of the passion flowing
from his muscular quads. Mike grabbed hold of Logan's rock hard ass
bringing his own not inconsiderable strength to bear to keep his balance
and his mouth on Logan's dick.
       Logan grabbed Mike's thick deltoids and rubbed his massive
jockey-covered dick across Mike's face, moans of pleasure escaping from his
lips. Frustrated with the fabric between him and Logan's dick, Mike took
hold of the waist-band and pulled it apart, tearing the cloth away from
Logan's muscle-packed groin, the effort hardening his shoulders under Logan
hands. Again Mike paused, he had never seen a sexier sight. Logan's clothes
in disarray enticingly hid much of his massive physique sending shivers of
anticipation down Mike's spine. He took Logan's balls into his mouth and
teased the head of Logan's thick 9 inch dick. His entire field of vision
was filled with Logan's rippling body, his ministrations causing the
bodybuilding doctor to gasp.
      "Oh yeah, man," Logan groaned, digging his fingers into Mike's delts,
"suck my dick!"
      Mike obliged with enthusiasm, excited by his power over the huge man
and deep throated Logan's cock. He ran his hands over Mike's massive chest
and chiseled abs, blown away by the sheer density of the muscles. Grasping
the base of Logan's dick, Mike applied powerful suction to the mushroom
head causing it to expand even bigger. With a grunt, Logan clenched his abs
into six massive bricks and Mike slowly traced out each incredible contour
and sucked Logan's dick even harder.
        Then Mike turned his attention to Logan's insanely thick quads and
calves. Logan flexed his legs for Mike, bending his knees to bring out the
definition of his hamstrings. Leaving off Logan's dick, Mike began running
his tongue over Logan's left thigh, pressing it into the deep cuts then
over the striated muscle. His fingers traced out the separation of Logan's
diamond-etched calf, each hand cupping the twin heads of flaring muscle
while his mouth traveled over the huge tear-drop shaped muscle bulging over
Logan's knee.  Then he traced the solid cord running along the inside of
Logan's thigh into his groin, biting and sucking Logan's ripped muscles.
Logan relaxed his quads and still the muscle barely yielded to Mike's
probing tongue. Taking hold of Logan's thigh with both hands, Mike shook it
back and forth the way he had seen the pro's do on stage, amazed at just
how heavy the muscles were. "Flex," he whispered and Logan tensed his thigh
hard with a groan. Hard veins appeared under the thin skin which Mike
followed with his tongue up and down the entire length of Logan's leg.
      Logan lifted Mike to his feet and pulled him into a powerful bear
hug, crushing the taller man's body into his much more massive frame and
kissing him passionately. He cupped Mike's ass in his hands then began
massaging it hard, pulling Mike's groin into his. Then, effortlessly, Logan
snapped Mike's jock into pieces, freeing Mike's dick. Without warning, he
swept Mike off his feet and cradled him in his arms, his shoulders and arms
stretching the fabric of his shirt, looking as if he were about burst out
of it.
       "Holy--!" Mike's exclamation became a moan of pleasure as Logan
curled his 240 pound body as if it were a barbell, lifting Mike's cock to
his mouth. Logan hefted Mike up and down, pushing Mike's dick into his
mouth and then letting it slide out as he lowered his friend's body. Mike
grasped Logan's arm to feel the strength and size of the muscles powering
this amazing blow job. The effort of curling his massive buddy sent a rush
of blood into Logan's huge biceps, pumping them up even bigger. The
sensation of huge, hard muscle flexing sent Mike flying. Unable to contain
the 24 inch biceps, Logan's sleeves burst at the seams. Mike tore away the
cloth and began licking the hot biceps as it lengthened then contracted to
a phenomenal peak as big as a softball. Grunts and moans erupted from
Logan, sending even more incredible sensations down Mike's dick. Logan
pumped out a few more reps bringing Mike to the edge of cumming, then set
him back on his feet.
      "Wow," said Mike, trying to catch his breath.
      Logan pulled away the shreds of his shirt and kicked off his pants
and shoes and hit an incredible double biceps pose. Then he straightened
his arms out, flexing and twisting them from the shoulder displaying the
corded muscles, his huge triceps hanging like horseshoes big enough for an
overgrown Clydesdale. He flexed his pumped biceps again hard, making veins
pop out all over his arms. "Boom!" He laughed. "Just think, pretty soon
you're going to be even bigger than this," he said. Mike grabbed Logan's
elbow and ran his tongue all over the flexed biceps and triceps, tracing
the blood engorged veins and the textures of the striated muscle. Logan hit
a Frank Zane pose with his elbows over his head and hands clasped behind
his neck. Mike attacked Logan's armpits, biting the hot flesh, inhaling the
musky scent, the taste of Logan's sweat as powerful an aphrodisiac as his
muscles. Then he moved to Logan's bulging trapezius and neck, covering them
in spit, his kissing and sucking rewarded with moans.
      Logan pulled Mike's face to his in another passionate kiss, his
tongue parting Mike's lips. Mike ran his hands over the expanse of Logan's
chest, then traced the ridges of his abs, the slabs of muscle expanding and
contracting with Logan's heavy breathing. Mike pulled Logan's dick between
his big thighs and let his own rub against Logan's six-pack, sliding it up
and down the deep cut between the abs. Logan pumped his dick between Mike's
sweat slicked quads, then briefly broke off the kiss to say, "Flex your
arms for me, Mike." Logan grasped Mike's 20 inch arms and increased his
fucking motion, groaning, "Big arms, gonna make them even bigger."
      "Oh, man!" said Mike, flexing his biceps as hard as he could. He
couldn't believe the huge doctor was getting off on his muscles! He
extended his arms to his sides like Logan had done for him, Logan's hands
stroking and squeezing Mike's huge arms. The two men continued to push
against one another, rhythmic thrusts of hard cock against harder muscle
coming faster and faster. Torrents of sweat poured from their bodies,
lubricating their action.
      Mike abandoned his posing and threw his arms around Logan, lifting
the 280 pound man so that Logan's chest was within reach of his questing
tongue. Mike buried his face between Logan's pecs then ran his tongue from
one side of the broad chest to the other, biting and sucking each erect
nipple and the muscle in between. As he ran his tongue along the huge cleft
between the pectorals, Logan flexed, deepening the cut between heavy slabs
of beef.
      Mike let Logan down and said, "I love your pecs, guy."
      "They're all yours, Mike," Logan replied. A glint appeared in his
eyes and he dropped to the floor and did a couple push-ups, his form
flawless, his back flexing hugely. For the first time, Mike got a good look
at Mike's broad back. Flex Wheeler had nothing on Logan!  Mike still
couldn't believe the narrowness of Logan's waist, the thickness and width
of his lats, the way his traps bulged into mountains with each push
up. Mike's hand wandered from the christmas tree striations of Logan's
lower back onto his equally striated, perfectly shaped ass.
        "Get on my back," said Logan.
        Laying his dick between Logan's muscular bubble butt cheeks, Mike
set his 240 pound frame on top of his gigantic friend. He pressed his chest
into Logan's expansive back and stretched out. A sound halfway between a
grunt and a moan rumbled in Logan's chest as he pressed up their combined
weight, well over a quarter ton of muscle! Mike first grasped Logan's
triceps, feeling them quiver and flex with the effort of the push
up. Reaching around Logan's flaring lats, he took great handsful of the
flexing mounds of pectorals, the skin drawing taut as Logan's pecs
stretched at the bottom of the rep. Mike's knuckles grazed the floor and he
tightened his grip as Logan pushed up, feeling the massive pecs flex bigger
and bigger, threatening to burst the thin layer of skin.  Mike ground his
dick along Logan's ass and writhed against the flexing mountain of muscle
below him.
       "Work those pecs, man!" said Mike. "Huge fucking pecs!"
      Logan powered out a few more reps, overwhelmed with excitement at his
new strength and Mike's hard body and dick pressing into his back.  Mike's
enthusiasm and unabashed worship of his muscles was about to send him over
the edge. He forced out one more rep then let himself fall to the
floor. They lay still for several moments, both knowing that almost any
motion would bring them off.
      Mike sat up and straddled Logan's waist, his dick fitting snugly into
the deep crevasse between the heavy ridges of muscle running along Logan's
spine, and started massaging Logan's oversized traps and delts.  He kneaded
the huge lats that spread from Logan's wide shoulders to his narrow waist,
then brought all his strength to bear on Logan's incredible traps.
      Suddenly, Logan twisted between Mike's legs, sat up and pushed Mike
onto his back, pinning his arms to the floor. Logan shifted his grip so
that he kept both of Mike's wrists in one hand and slid down Mike's to
attack Mike's sweaty arm pit. Logan nuzzled the sensitive flesh making Mike
writhe with pleasure. When Mike's hips began bucking, Logan released his
grip on Mike's wrists, sliding further down to take Mike's dick into his
mouth.
      Mike threw his legs over Logan's shoulders and lifted his hips to
meet Logan's powerful suction. Logan placed a hand on the small of Mike's
back lifting his ass higher, his thumb searching out and stroking Mike's
ass hole. Logan locked eyes with Mike, his hand replacing his mouth on
Mike's dick. He let a drop of spit fall to Mike's ass and worked his thumb
into Mike's hot ass. Mike clenched his ass around Logan's thumb, moaning
and forcing his hips into Logan's probing hand. Continuing to stroke Mike's
dick, Logan said, "You want this muscle man to fuck you?  You want 300
pounds of muscle fucking your ass?"
       "Yeah, Logan, I can't take any more. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
       With that, Logan reached his arms under Mike's back and lifted him
onto the desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out some lube and poured some
onto Mike's hot ass and slowly pushed one finger then two into Mike's
twitching hole. Pressing their dicks together with one hand, Logan jerked
them, getting them slick with lube. Mike's dick was so hard it slipped out
of Logan's grip, hitting his abs with a meaty thunk.
      Logan picked up a container of muscle growth fuel from the counter
beside his desk and threw back what must have been a gallon. He tossed the
container away, and drank down another. Then another. His skin became
flushed and the veins on his body pulsed with supercharged blood. He pulled
Mike's legs around his waist and aimed his dick at Mike's waiting hole.
      "Man! Fuck me now!" Mike cried.
      Barely under control, Logan rammed his dick into Mike's tight ass,
waves of strength surging throughout his body. Mike's muscular ass gripped
Logan's dick like a vice. Logan leaned over and grabbed the sides of the
desk, slamming his dick into Mike's willing hole. Mike took Logan's upper
arms into a tight grip, feeling the already huge muscles beginning to grow
even bigger.
      "Muscle, muscle, muscle," breathed Mike, his lust for Logan expanding
with the doctor's growing body, inspiring an equal arousal in Logan. Logan
threw his head back and let out a deafening, primeval roar, searing Mike's
gut with hot cum, unable to hold back so erotic was the sensation of giving
pleasure and the awesome sensation of his muscles growing larger, filling
with more and more incredible mass.  If anything, Logan's dick became even
harder as he continued to grow and fuck his muscle buddy. Mike could barely
believe his eyes. It was like being fucked by the Incredible Hulk!  Logan
reared back, never missing a stroke of his fucking, and hit a massive
double biceps, his arms now pumped up to 25 inches and still expanding with
hot, hard muscle.
      "Holy shit!" yelled Mike, reaching for Logan's growing cannon-ball
biceps. He cupped the surging muscles, feeling them grow and expand bigger
and bigger, pushing against his hands. It was the ultimate posing display!
The sensation was too much, much too much!  His dick, untouched, let fly,
spurt after spurt of his cum covering his face and chest.
      Logan's assault on Mike's ass continued relentlessly, powered by
increasingly larger and larger quads that bulged obscenely against the
desk, each individual massive muscle cording his thighs standing out and
growing, looking like the root system of a sequoia. Mike moaned out
encouragement, his legs around Logan's waist pulling the growing giant
deeper into his ass. His dick was still rock hard and he felt like he could
come again and again, he was so turned on by the Logan's muscles and
cock. Logan dropped his arms and hit a lat spread, the muscles growing
heavier and heavier. Mike had to stretch to reach the expanding muscles as
they grew wider and wider, the slabs of awesome muscle vibrating with power
and mass.
      Logan hit pose after mind-numbingly massive pose. He was now well
over 320 pounds of freaky muscle. His shoulders had grown and grown, each
as big and as hard as a bowling ball. His pecs were twin plates of
eye-popping, shredded muscle, huge square mountainous slabs pushing and
growing outwards. Veins like ropes covered the muscle stallion's massive
frame and even when Logan relaxed between poses, his muscles stood out as
rawly defined as the anatomy chart of a demi-god.
      Abandoning his posing display, Logan pulled Mike to his heaving chest
and easily lifted him from the desk. Mike threw his arms around Logan's
unbelievably wide shoulders, stunned at the way Logan's muscles continued
to grow and pulse against his body. Logan carried him across the room,
Mike's ass still impaled by Logan's throbbing dick. Logan stopped with his
back to a mirror and stood with his tree trunk legs planted far apart and
knees bent supporting Mike with his now 45 inch quads. Mike looked over
Logan's enormous trapezius into the mirror at the vast rocky terrain of
Logan's back flaring from his tiny waist to his ever widening
shoulders. Mike was overwhelmed with the sheer width and thickness of
Logan's back. Relaxed, the muscle hung like two sides of beef beside his
spine. Flexed, his back was a gut wrenching, pulsing mass of incredible
contours, muscles crowding and pushing each other into fantastic
prominence. Even the globes of Logan's muscular ass were thicker and ripped
to the bone.
      Gripping his lats securely just under his arms, Logan bounced Mike up
and down on his dick, rippling the giant muscles of his arms and
shoulders. Mike's dick slid up and down the huge cubes Logan's washboard
stomach, butting up against the huge protruding shelf of pectorals which
Logan flexed, squeezing Mike's dick between the slabs of beef and sending
Mike into paroxysms of pleasure. Logan's bouncing became more frantic and
powerful and he stood on his toes and flexed the now absolutely freaky 30
inch calves that swelled from his legs, the hugely gnarled muscles easily
lifting both men.
      The masses of ripped muscle pulsing against his skin, the sight of it
flexing and rippling under paper thin skin, the sheer unreal size of the
muscle man fucking him was about to send Mike over the top again, his dick
was so hard he thought it would explode. "Oh man, I'm going to cum!" moaned
Mike. "Flex your arm for me, muscle stud!"  Mike threw one arm around
Logan's muscle corded neck as the muscle man raised his mighty arm and
flexed the absolutely huge, incredibly peaked, savagely dense 28 inch
biceps. As soon as Mike's tongue touched the insanely huge muscle, cum
exploded from his dick in a mind shattering orgasm to plaster Logan's pecs
with an endless stream of white spunk. Roaring inarticulately, hips
spasming, Logan let loose with one final, earth shaking thrust, ramming his
dick deep into Mike's ass and shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into
Mike's gut, every muscle on his body flexing hugely.
      They held still, every tiny movement taxing their overextended
senses. After a while, Logan gently lifted Mike from his dick and stepped
back against the mirror and slowly slid to the floor. Both men lay spent
and shaking with the power of their orgasms and the power of this
unprecedented fuck. With bodies plastered together with the stuff of two of
Mike's orgasms, they shared a tender kiss. As their breathing slowed and
quieted, they heard a beeping coming from growth factor machine.
      "It's your turn, Mike," said Logan.

Part Two
      Logan went over to the machine and withdrew the growth factor.  "I
think we'll try twice the dose I used," he said preparing a hypodermic.  "I
inject this into your arm.  You should feel slightly warm as it takes
effect."
      "That was easy," said Mike, rubbing his bulging arm where the needle
entered.  "When does growth start?"
      "Immediately," replied Logan pulling out five, gallon bottles of
muscle growth fuel.  "Here, drink these."
      Mike grabbed the first bottle and drank.  Although he was drinking as
fast as possible, he didn't feel full.  It was as if the fluid was going
right out of his stomach and into his body.  Every muscle felt tight and on
fire.  Mike finished the first bottle and flexed his biceps, they looked at
least 22 inches and this was just the first bottle!  He grabbed the second
and continued drinking.
      When he finished the fifth bottle, Logan announced, "Time for some
measurements."  As he did before, Logan thoroughly measured Mike's now even
more massive frame.  His chest now spread to 66 inches, arms to 28 inches
and quads 38.  His waist had shrunk to 31 and like Logan his body fat was
almost zero, veins clearly visible under his skin, pulsing with energy,
distributing fuel to his hungry muscles.  When Logan touched his dick, it
immediately sprang to full erection, standing straight up against his
defined washboard stomach.  Mike had had a nice 8 incher but now it stood
proudly above his naval, 12 and a half inches.
      "This is interesting," said Logan.
      "You bet," said Mike stroking his prick which soon displayed a drop
of precum.
      "Oh yes, that too, but it seems you're now 6 feet 4 inches tall.
When I tried this myself, I gained no height.  Perhaps your younger age has
allowed the factor to assist your natural potential.  Would you like to try
some more?" asked Logan pulling out some more bottles of muscle growth
fuel.
      "Lets go for broke," exclaimed Mike.  "How many bottles do you have
left?"  Soon thirty eight, gallon bottles were lined up on the laboratory
floor.
      Mike started drinking, the tight burning feeling in his muscles
returned.  As he continued drinking, Logan guided him to sit on the floor.
Logan then squatted over Mike's still erect dick and in one smooth motion
took it to the hilt into his tight ass.  Mike's feelings of muscle growth
were matched by an intense sexual pleasure as Logan's muscular ass strongly
massaged the full length of his stiff dick.
      Mike grabbed the doctor by his widely flaring lats and began moving
him up and down along his dick.  "Ugh, no, not yet, keep drinking," grunted
Logan between spikes of Mike's massive member.  Reluctantly, Mike released
him and picked up his tenth bottle of muscle fuel.  As Logan settled back
down on Mike's dick he came in a huge fountain of jizz.  Straight up in the
air it spouted, coating the hair, faces and burning delts and pecs of both
studs in a layer of cum.  The contractions of Logan's ass muscles brought
Mike over the edge and he spurted a steady stream of juice deep into
Logan's bowels.  When their orgasms subsided both men stayed rock hard.
Mike continued drinking.
      Wow, thought Logan, that was almost too much!  Perhaps I shouldn't
allow Mike to drink all this muscle fuel in one batch.  He looked at Mike's
legs underneath his own.  They were already larger than his, each muscle
bulging and defined and visibly pulsing and growing before his eyes as each
new bottle fed their size.  And Logan's guts told him that Mike's muscles
weren't the only thing growing.  Mike had already consumed nineteen
bottles, Logan decided that, after twenty, he would call a halt.  Just
then, Mike pushed his right arm under Logan's, reached across Logan's chest
and grabbed his lats under the left armpit.  The arm was an incredible
sight, bigger than a champion bodybuilder's leg.  Mike's grip tightened
and, with seemingly no effort, Logan's 320 pounds were lifted in the air.
Mike repeatedly hauled Logan's body up and down on his mighty shaft.  Logan
was stunned as sensations of a man fuck filled him, but many times more
intense than anything he experienced before.
      Mike thought that Logan looked smaller.  He found that he could wrap
one arm around Logan's chest and lift him easily along his dick while
continuing to down the muscle growth fuel with his other arm.  The
pleasurable sensations in his penis returned with a vengeance.  Another
orgasm ripped through him and the load in Logan's ass was so big that the
excess flooded down along his prick.
      "Ugh, ugh, no, ugh, ah, aah, aaah."  Logan seemed to have trouble
talking as the sensations from his ass put him over the brink.  He spouted
another fountain of cum.  "Please, ugh, Mike, ugh, slow, ugh, aaaah,
aaaaah."  Then another load and another and another.  The doctor no longer
seemed to be trying to speak.  Every couple of minutes his body would be
wracked by another orgasm between occasional pleasurable moans.
      "Well Doc, that's the last of it," said Mike putting down the final
bottle.  "Doc?  Doc?" asked Mike, getting no response.  He looked at
Logan's face.  It appeared that Logan had passed out and was sleeping
peacefully with a contented smile.
      Mike stood up, carrying Logan easily with his arm around his chest
and dick up his ass.  The lab looked smaller, the ceiling was just a little
above his head.  He looked down and saw that Logan's feet were a good foot
off the floor and the Doc's quads, he had thought so huge, looked small
next to his.
      He carried Logan over to a weight bench and set him face down on the
padding.  Time to pull out, thought Mike, it was fun Doc.  As he pulled
away from Logan's ass, he felt a strong tug and noticed that he was
starting to lift Logan off the bench.  This won't do, he thought and placed
both hands on Logan's muscular glutes.  With a little pressure his dick
began to slide from the tight grip of the sleeping man's hole.  It kept
coming and coming.  Twelve inches appeared and Mike knew he was not quite
half way.  Finally, the head of his prick appeared.  It's as big as my
fist, or at least as big as my fist used to be, thought Mike as he looked
again at his hands that now easily covered Logan's firm ass.
      With a pop his dick sprang free, again standing straight up along his
body.  It completely outreached his defined abs.  Looking down he could see
the piss hole staring back at him beside his right nipple.  A drop of
precum was forming!
      Mike heard noises coming from the bench.  "Doc are you awake?  Are
you OK?" he asked.
      "Oh, uh, yes, yes, I'm all right.  The last I remember my body was on
fire with pleasure.  I must have passed out.  Let's see how the experiment
came out," Logan said while rolling upright on the bench.  "My god, you're
huge.  I expected success, but I had no idea!  I need your measurements."
      Logan retrieved the tape and his notebook and performed the measuring
ritual.  Mike enjoyed displaying each of his new muscles and the look of
awe that he could see on Logan's face as, muttering, he wrote down the
dimensions, one after the other.
      Finally Logan finished and announced, "Eight feet three inches tall,
98 inch chest, 42 inch arms, 64 inch quads and just a 33 inch waist.
Amazing.  And, lets not forget that 25 inch dick, I can't believe I took
the whole thing!  I think if I hadn't been so muscularly enhanced from my
first experiment, it would have split me apart.  You'll have to be careful
with that."
      "Don't worry Doc, I will.  Now, how can I thank you for what you've
done for me.  How would you like 600 pounds of muscle to fuck your ass?"
said Mike smiling down at Logan.
      Logan smiled back.  Taking that for the answer, Mike reached down and
grabbed Logan by his hips and lifted him up, placing his legs on his
shoulders around the thick trunk of his neck .  Gently he lowered Logan
along his chest.  Logan's dick quickly regained its size as it rubbed the
grove between the steel like plates of Mike's pecs.  Gripping Mike's neck
with his arms and legs, bent almost double, Logan was helpless, but
strongly aroused, in the unbreakable grip of his test subject.
      Repositioning Logan's body effortlessly, Mike rubbed the doctor's
dick around his man tits.  They immediately stood out from his chest under
the stimulation.  Lowering Logan further, Mike positioned the doctor's hole
over his dick.  The first contact sent an electric spark through both men.
      Logan considered asking Mike to be gentle, but, he wasn't certain he
wanted it gentle and he knew that even his considerable strength would be
unable to enforce such a request on the mammoth mountain of muscle Mike had
become.  He felt his ass hole spasming around the tip of Mike's cock.  Each
twitch seemed to allow Mike's dick head to penetrate just a little deeper
as his ass stretched to accommodate it.  With a flash of pleasure/pain the
head popped in.
      Then Mike was no longer supporting him.  One hand was in the middle
of his back, holding him upright.  Mike's other hand released his grip on
Mike's neck.  He was sliding slowly down the long pole of Mike's dick.  He
felt pleasure deep inside as the head nudged past his prostate.  The
pleasure intensified as the shaft continued to push by and the head moved
deep inside his guts.  His first orgasm blasted free, coating Mike's face
and pecs with his cum and mixing with the drying residue of their past
loads they still hadn't cleaned off.  Mike licked his lips, tasting his cum
and smiled at him.
      He continued to descend.  He couldn't believe the feeling.  On the
outside, he was massaged by his passage over the endless mountains of
Mike's muscular torso.  While inside, Mike's dick seemed to be everywhere,
rubbing his abs from within, pushing against his diaphragm and causing his
entire body to shudder with each twitch of its mighty shaft.
      When his head was even with Mike's pecs, Mike pressed him against
these massive slabs of muscle.  He proceeded to clean up the past loads of
cum coating them, paying particular attention to the firm buttons of Mike's
nipples.  All of a sudden, he felt a throbbing deep inside, Mike threw his
head back and almost crushed him against his chest.  Mike's orgasm was like
nothing he ever felt before.  One powerful spurt, another and another.  It
seemed as if his entire insides were ringing like a bell under the impact .
It triggered his own explosion.
      He must have blacked out for a moment.  He and Mike were covered in
cum again.  His.  Time to clean it up once more.  A man's work is never
done.
      Mike's load must have lubricated his guts.  He was sliding faster now
and his ass was stretching tighter and farther.  Finally, he hit bottom.
Mike's large, firm balls, big as a pair of oranges, nestled under his.  He
looked out on the expanse of Mike's chest and listened to his powerful
heart beating inches from his head.  The sound filled his soul and seemed
to match the throbbing deep inside him from Mike's dick.
      Then Mike gripped Logan's waist in his hands.  Logan had thought his
abs well developed but they looked puny next to Mike.  His whole body was
small in comparison.  He looked at Mike's arms.  They were bigger around
than a basketball, with veins throbbing in the rhythm that was filling his
body.  Mike started moving him up and down along his dick.  Logan tried to
meet the thrusts of Mike's dick but found he had no control.
      The pleasure built quickly from the rubbing of his dick across Mike's
muscles and the internal massage like nothing he'd ever felt.  Mike's dick
exploded inside him.  Then his let loose.  He heard Mike bellowing.  He was
throbbing inside and out.  He came again.  And again.
      Logan woke up.  He was on the weight bench again.  Or more
accurately, on Mike who was on his back on the weight bench.  Mike was
sleeping, his dick was still hard and it was still inside him.  That dick
was incredible, like a fence post inside his guts, still pinning his torso
and legs to Mike's chest and abs.  Logan pushed his legs to the sides,
sliding them from Mike's bulging shoulders, across his chest and off the
edge of his flaring lats.  They wouldn't reach the floor straddled as he
was over Mike's enormous frame.  He then grabbed the boulders of Mike's
deltoids to try and haul himself off Mike's prick.  He strained and moved
forward.  Another strain resulted in more movement.
      Suddenly, he felt Mike's dick grow even larger inside him.  Another
orgasm was building.  I'd better pull off now, he thought.  He strained.
Then he felt a movement and a single hand gripped his butt.  Inexorably, he
was pushed back down along that tremendous dick.  All his enhanced strength
was useless.  Amazingly, Mike still was sleeping.
      The tension built.  The throbbing inside him began, then the
explosion of cum, inside and out.  He came and came, again and again.
      He awoke lying in a pool of fresh cum through which Mike's abs poked
like islands in a sea.  I must have blacked out again, he thought.  Mike's
hand had released him.  He would try to pull free before Mike recovers.
Logan grabbed the mounds of Mike's shoulders and pulled.  The fresh load
inside his guts made the job easier, he slid up along the muscular body
beneath him.  Mike's dick seemed to go on forever as it retreated from his
ass, but finally there was a plop as the head sprung free and hit the
bottom of Mike's chest with a solid smack.
      Mike stirred underneath him.  "Oh, hi Doc," said Mike grabbing Logan
around the waist and raising him effortlessly into the air above his chest.
"You seemed to pass out after we got going strong, so I brought us over
here to give you some time to recover.  Are you OK?"
      "Sure Mike," said Logan.  "It just takes some getting used to.  When
I first saw my body after trying my muscle growth formula, I figured I
could handle any situation.  I never expected to be a sex toy for one of my
subjects.  It was fun, almost more pleasure than I could stand, but it's
hard realizing that you have this fantastic body but are helpless with no
control."  But, I could get used to it, thought Logan.
      "Sorry Doc," said Mike.  "We'll stop if you want to.  I don't want to
do anything to hurt you.  You gave me this great body," said Mike flexing
his arms and chest while lying on the bench and holding Logan aloft.  "You
have a great body too.  After your last drink of growth fuel you're bigger
than ever and now have a cute eleven incher," Mike commented as he
positioned Logan's dick above his mouth and, with a smooth controlled flex
of his taut arms, swallowed him to the hilt.  "Tastes good too," he said
after removing the now clean dick and licking his lips.
      "Say Doc," said Mike, "What do we do now?  None of my clothes will
fit me."
      "That's OK, I'll have an alumnus who does work for basketball and
football players make some special outfits.  But, it looks like you'll have
to stay in the lab overnight.  How will we pass the time?" Logan asked as
he admired the massive sea of muscles he was still suspended over.
      Putting Logan on his feet on the floor, Mike said, "sounds good, Doc.
I seem to have an itch way up inside me.  Perhaps you can scratch it?"
Mike rolled over on the bench and spread his incredible 64 inch quads to
the side.  His back bulged with muscles as his traps flared to their full
spread on his 98 inch chest and his dick spiked over a foot past the end of
the bench.
      "Can I set the pace?" Logan, somewhat timidly inquired.
      "We'll see," said Mike.  Deep between Mike's muscular glutes Logan
could see a tiny pink hole wink at him.

Part Three
      Dr. Logan Green awoke with the dawn.  He and Mike were stretched out
on the exercise mat the pair had unrolled on the lab floor last night to
use as a bed.  He was cuddled in Mike's strong embrace.  His head rested on
the firm pillow of Mike's bulging upper arm, while Mike's other arm draped
over his chest.  One of Mike's legs rested atop his.  Although Logan's
quads measured 45 inches, Mike's, at 64, dwarfed his.  And Mike was strong.
Since trying his formula on himself, he had found he could beat every
listed world weightlifting record.  But, Mike was stronger.  At least four
times and possibly as much as ten times his strength.
      Logan thought about their sex.  Logan had started bodybuilding for
the feeling of confidence his body gave him.  Before Mike, he had been able
to dominate all his sex partners.  The muscle growth experiment, he
realized, was a way to enhance that dominance.  But, Mike changed that.  He
was irresistible and insatiable.  Logan loved him, loved the way he used
his body to satisfy his lust, loved the feeling of security and
helplessness when he was in Mike's embrace and loved the sensations that
Mike could inspire in his body.  Even now, Mike's dick was up his ass.  It
was hard, it was always hard!  Since the experiment, Logan had never seen
it soft.  He knew better now than to try a pull free.  He thought about
their sex last night, smiled and squeezed his ass muscles to wake up Mike.
      Mike stirred.  "Hi Doc," Mike said.  "Ready for a morning massage?"
Not waiting for an answer, he rolled Logan onto his stomach, straddling his
butt.  He leaned forward resting over Logan's broad back.  Logan's back
would have put any Mr. Olympia to shame, but it completely disappeared
under Mike's much larger development.  Logan turned his head and sought out
Mike's lips.  They kissed.  Logan parted his lips to accept Mike's tongue
which began an unequal duel with his inside his mouth.
      Mike, remaining motionless for the moment on top of Logan, flexed his
dick.  Logan's eyes popped wide open and his mouth tried to clamp down on
Mike's tongue.  Mike flexed his dick again, and again.  Logan gasped,
released Mike's tongue and shouted, "Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard."
      "You got it, Doc," replied Mike as he repositioned his hands to
Logan's back and began to undulate his ass driving his prick through
Logan's guts.  At first Mike used short strokes, only five or six inches,
but, he gradually built up the movement until he was withdrawing almost all
the shaft, over twenty inches, until his bulbous dick head stroked across
Logan's prostate.  Then he let it glide back in until his big balls nestled
on Logan's ass.  After a few more strokes, he could feel his orgasm
building.  His balls pulled up tight to the base of his shaft and began
driving his spunk through his dick.  He drove in to the hilt.  His pulsing
prick brought Logan over the brink.  Logan's guts contracted in ecstasy
around Mike's dick as his, trapped under his abs, released a white flood
onto the mat.  Mike's grunts mixed with Logan's moans as their excitement
continued for minutes.
      "Doc, are you OK?" inquired Mike resuming a slow fucking stroke of
Logan's ass.
      "Oh, yes Mike, yes," moaned Logan.  "I seem to be getting used to the
intense pleasure you're giving me."
      "Great, let's try round two," said Mike picking up the pace.  He
reached down , spread Logan's 45 inch legs to the side and moved between
them to allow for maximum penetration.  Logan mustered all his strength to
push up against Mike's thrusts.  Mike moved his hands from Logan's back to
give him more freedom.  Soon each power stroke ended with a meaty slap as
ass impacted groin and balls smashed together.  Mike reached under the
doctor's body and pressed Logan's overheated dick against his firm
abdominal muscles.  Through that barrier Mike could feel his own dick
sliding inside Logan's gut.  He used Logan's dick to increase the pressure
on his own.  The added stimulation pushes Mike over the edge and he shoots
off a giant blast of cum.  The entire length of his prick is pulsing,
pumping out load after load.  His hand feels Logan's insides throb in
sympathy with his orgasm.
      Suddenly Logan lets out a giant roar, arches his back and pushes up
with his arms and legs.  Mike's entire 600 pounds are lifted clear of the
mat.  Only Mike's solidly embedded dick keeps him from being tossed off
Logan's body, every muscle of which is fully flexed.  Logan begins to shoot
his second load of the morning.  Jizz flies everywhere.  Mike, startled and
off balance, nevertheless continues to pump.
      After a wild minute, Logan, his energy spent, settles to the mat.
Mike, regaining his stance, watches Logan collapse, 18 inches of his dick
sliding smoothly out of the doctor's ass as it descends.  As Mike slowly
resheaths his sword into its favorite scabbard, his balls expel their last
few squirts.  Mike sees that Logan has blacked out again.
      Time for a morning shower, Mike decides.  He rolls on to his back,
pulling Logan's limp body on top of his.  He lifts Logan up, almost all the
way off his dick, turns his body around using his dick head as a pivot and
then lowers Logan back down the shaft until, again fully impaled, his head
rests on Mike's chest.  With one arm holding Logan to his chest Mike stood
and carried Logan into the lab's fully equipped bathroom.
      The large shower had two heads, Mike turned them both on, adjusted
the temperature for a bracing spray and stepped in carrying the doctor on
his dick.  The cool spray quickly revives Logan.  "Good morning, Mike," he
says.  A puzzled look passes over his face.  "Was I dreaming or haven't you
already fucked me this morning?"
      "No dream, Doc, we fucked - twice.  We're still fucking."  Mike
flexes his dick inside Logan's guts.
      Logan wraps his legs around Mike's slim waist and runs his arms under
his lats and over his back to grip his shoulders.  From this perch, he
begins to move his ass up and down along Mike's shaft while rubbing his own
dick over the muscles of Mike's abs.  Mike's large hands grab Logan's waist
and begins to assist his movement.  The stimulation rapidly builds both
mens' passion.  Logan seeks out Mike's left tit and sucks it strongly.  He
feels a shudder run through Mike's body and the dick inside him begins to
throb wildly.  Mike's arms surround him in a crushing embrace.  Mike
screams in ecstasy and erupts with load after load of hot cum.  It feels
like a fire hose flooding his guts.  In sympathy, Logan's own dick pumps
its fluid between the two studs' tightly pressed bodies.
      For the first time it is Mike that is staggered by the intensity of
their love making.  He leans his back against the shower wall, relaxes and
tries to catch his breath.  "Wow," Mike exclaims.  Logan uses the leverage
from his arms and legs to push upward along Mike's body.  They share a long
probing kiss as the cool spray of the shower plays across their muscles.
      Breaking their kiss, Mike asks, "Well Doc, what's on tap for today?
How about those clothes you mentioned last night?"
      "Sure Mike.  I should have something that will fit you by the end of
the day.  But first you'll have to pull your dick out of my ass and let my
feet touch the floor."
      "Sorry, I guess I forgot.  It feels so warm and comfortable in
there."  Grabbing Logan's hips, Mike lifts him smoothly up and off his
dick.  It pops free and stands upright parallel to his body.  The residue
of uncounted loads pours from the still distended hole.  Mike easily
inverts Logan and buries his face between his ass, eating out his cum and
soothing Logan's abused butt with his tongue.
      When satisfied with his ass work, Mike turns Logan upright and sets
him on the tiles of the shower floor.  Logan rubs his ass, getting used to
the empty feeling.  Logan sees Mike's dick, still standing stiff and
straight before him.  He grabs it with both hands, rubbing them along the
shaft, examining each vein and bump that his guts knew so well.  With both
hands, he pulls it away from Mike's body, surprised with the effort.  With
a twitch of his prick, Mike snaps it from Logan's strong grip.  It leaps up
and smacks loudly against his wet torso.
      With the tip of Mike's prick standing up conveniently at mouth level,
Logan finds it impossible to resist.  Opening his mouth as wide as
possible, he squeezes in the head and a few inches of shaft.  His tongue
washes and massages the intruder.  He finds Mike's dick still tastes salty
and tangy from its recent adventures.
      "Mmmm, go to it, Doc. That feels great.  I'll clean us up while you
work."  Mike reaches for the soap and begins a thorough lathering of their
two bodies.  Each defined muscle gets careful attention.  Finally, his
washing chores completed, Mike returns his attention to their sex play.
His right hand shoves three fingers into Logan's ass, lifting him off the
floor so he can rub Logan's prick along his much larger one.  With his
other hand, he presses Logan's head further onto his dick, forcing a couple
more inches inside.  Logan, surprised and excited by this new assault,
grips Mike's shaft with both hands and redoubles his sucking.
      They both feel their orgasms approaching.  Logan feels Mike's dick
buck in his hands followed by a flood of spunk into his mouth.  He shoots
as well, coating Mike's dick and torso with his load.  Logan swallows as
fast as he can but can't keep up with the flow.  He lets Mike's dick head
slide from his mouth and the last spurts cover his face in a white blanket.
Mike licks his juice from Logan's face and Logan returns the favor by
cleaning up Mike dick and body.  They smile and Mike lifts Logan up to his
mouth for a lingering after sex kiss.
      When they break their mouths apart, Mike turns off the water and,
still carrying Logan by his fingers in the ass, he steps from the shower.
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      Several hours later, Dr. Green returns to his lab with Mike's special size clothes.  He had told Mike to try his strength on his gym.  He opens the door, steps in, and locks it behind him.
      Mike is on the weight bench.  He had moved it over to the squat rack
on which almost every weight in the lab had been stacked, over 2000 pounds.
Mike is pressing the weight overhead with one huge arm.  Logan walks over
to the bench and greets Mike, "Hi, did you have a good day?"
      Mike latches the weight and smiles.  He grabs Logan and pulls him on
top of him.  Logan drops the package of clothes to the floor.  Hugging
Logan to his body Mike says, "We both missed you."
      "Both?" asked Logan.
      "Sure I and..." He smiles and flexes his dick which bucks between
their bodies.  Mike rolls Logan to the floor, climbs on top and begins to
strip off his clothes.
      Logan relaxes and prepares to enjoy another fun evening.

Part Four
      Mike rests, recovering from his latest orgasm.  He hugs Logan, who
sitting on his lap, covered in cum and sweat, is sleeping soundly after an
exhausting evening of sex.  I'd better get back to the dorm, he thinks. I
can't miss another day of class.  He lays Logan out on the exercise mat and
withdraws his dick from his ass.  Logan continues sleeping soundly.
      After grabbing a quick shower, Mike examines the clothes Logan
brought him.  The jock strap restrained his balls but wasn't much help with
his dick which had remained rock hard and vertical for over a day.  Mike
suspected he was destined to be the Energizer Bunny of sex who just keeps
going and going and going.  The jogging shorts were a good fit, flexible
enough to stretch over his quads and elastic enough to snap around his
small waist.  Well, why shouldn't they fit, thought Mike, he had all my
measurements.  Finally, he pulled out a thin white lycra tee shirt.  It
looked like it was painted on his body, each muscle defined and visible
under the tight, thin fabric.  Unfortunately, his prick was also clearly
outlined, standing straight up the mid line of his torso, the head just a
couple of inches below the low cut neck opening.  A pair of basketball
shoes, a few pair of socks and a warm-up suit remained in the bag.  A
receipt indicated that several set of more conventional garb would be ready
in a few days.
      He dons the shoes and puts the warm-up suit back in the gym bag.  He
didn't spend years weightlifting and agree to Dr. Green's experiment to
hide his body.  If people stare at him, that's the idea.
      Mike writes a note for Logan, giving him his dorm room number and
promising to stop back on the weekend to follow-up the experiment and other
matters.  He leaves the lab and heads out across campus.  It's almost
midnight.
      The paths were nearly deserted, but, the reactions from those people
he did meet fulfilled Mike's expectations.  Most were open mouthed awe,
but, a few added a component of lust.  However, nobody seemed willing to
approach Mike spontaneously, perhaps fearful of where such an encounter
would lead.  Mike did little other than note the effect his body was
having.  His attention was devoted on what he would say to his roommates.
      Both his roommates were hot guys, but they weren't gay.  They knew
Mike was, but were cool about it.  Both, Mike suspected, were secretly
pleased that Mike found them attractive.  It gave them confidence that the
girls they dated also desired their bodies, an assumption that usually
proved correct.  Mike thought that his fantastic physique had added a new
element to the relationship.  He decided that he would explain about the
experiment but let his roommates decide how things develop.  He tried to
gauge their reactions.
      One of his roommates, Earl Brown, was a varsity football player, a
cornerback who was second string All American last year as a freshman.  Six
foot four inches and, like Mike used to be, 240 pounds.  His greater height
for the weight gave him a muscular proportioned body vice the more massive
bodybuilder look Mike displayed.  This black Adonis was proud of his twelve
inch tool which he often arranged to "accidentally" display for Mike's
enjoyment.  However, he made no sexual move and delighted in bringing
around every new girlfriend for Mike to meet.
      Mike's other roommate, Don Nguyen, was born in the states of
Vietnamese parents.  He had a different first name in Vietnamese, that
sounded somewhat like Don which is what everyone calls him.  He was into
gymnastics, but in high school, growth fed by an American diet caused him
to shoot up to six foot, 198 pounds.  Too big for gymnastics, he became a
pole vaulter but he still looks like a gymnast and he retains the grace and
flexibility of his earlier sport.  Normally endowed, he appeared somewhat
envious of Earl and he.  Don is a Buddhist and he often explained that
Buddhism has none of the sexual hang-ups of Western religion.  However, Don
faces tremendous pressure from his family; good grades in school, marriage
and grandchildren are his duty.
      Now at his dorm room door, Mike knows that, come what may, it's time
to confront his roommates with the new Mike.  The door is unlocked, which
means that at least one is in.  He enters.  The study / living area is dark
and empty.  The only light provided by the computer screen savers on the
three desks along the right wall.  His roomies must have turned in.
Perhaps, if I'm quiet, I can put this scene off until morning, he thinks.
He strips and quietly enters the dark bedroom.
      The three beds are twin size, rather than single, because this dorm
is used mostly by the school's athletes .  Mike's bed is the middle of the
three and he realizes that, in his condition, it's hopelessly small.  He's
resigned to make the best of it and eases down on the mattress.  The bed
groans in protest at his 600 plus pounds.  Mike had forgotten about his
increased weight, it's a wonder the bed didn't collapse.
      The noise brings a question in the darkness.  "Mike is that you?"
It's Don's voice.  "We've been worried about you.  What happened?"
      "It's a long story," replies Mike.  "For now, let's get some sleep
and I'll go over it in the morning."
      "I bet he had a hot date or something," pipes in Earl while turning
on the light by his bed.  The illumination reveals Mike, nude, on his back
and overflowing his bed at the footboard and both sides.  For thirty
seconds there is barely a sound as the boys inspect the incredible sight
before them.  Earl breaks the silence saying, "Mike, you've got to tell us
what happened."
      Mike sits up in bed and tells his story leaving out the more personal
aspects of his relationship with Logan.  As he does, he sees that, while
his roommates express awe over his muscles, more and more their gazes
concentrate on his manhood.  Earl even asks to feel Mike's arm.  When Mike
throws a double biceps pose while seated on the bed, Earl boldly steps
between his legs to run his hands around the 42 inch arms, to feel Mike's
64 inch quads and, inadvertently, to brush Mike's dick with his shoulder.
When he finishes his inspection, it's obvious that his own 12 inch dick is
looking for a way out of his briefs.  Don is harder to read but Mike
catches him several times adjusting the gym shorts he wears to bed.
      Mike is uncertain where things are heading, but, he decides that his
friendship with his roommates is too important to take chances, so his
says, "look it's late and we all have classes tomorrow, let's get some
sleep."
      "Mike, you can't sleep like that," objects Don.  "You're too big for
your bed.  If we push the three beds together you could stretch out on the
diagonal and there would still be room for us in the other corners."
      "Good idea," seconds Earl and in no time both men have rearranged the
beds.  It appears to work, the three together give Mike enough room a allow
him to spread his weight and there's plenty of room for the others without
too much squeezing.  But Mike believes that these new sleeping arrangements
are another step in their relationship, but before he can consider all the
implications, exhaustion overtakes him and he falls asleep.
      "...you'll wake him," Mike hears Don whisper.
      "Not if we're careful," is Earl's whispered reply.  Mike is not sure
what's happening.  Something caused him to wake up.  He decides to pretend
sleep and await developments.  He feels a light touch on his penis.  He
suspects it's Earl.  After a few minutes Earl becomes bolder and begins
stroking.  "See, it's OK," says Earl.  Shortly, another hand joins in
exploring his back muscles.  That would be Don he thinks.  Don moves slowly
down to Mike's ass, rubbing the firm glutes and gently probing the space
between them.
      The lack of response from Mike urges them on.  Earl's tongue takes a
tentative lick at Mike's dick head while Don finds his target and gently
inserts a finger tip inside.  When Earl locks his lips around Mike's dick
head and Don has a finger firmly plugging his hole, Mike decides it's time
to end his charade.  With one hand he clamps Earl's head in position while
flexing his glutes to trap Don's hand.  With his other hand he turns on a
light.
      Earl's face shows surprise and fear as best it can with his mouth
clamped around the huge head of Mike's dick.  Using a fraction of his
strength, Mike forces him to inhale a couple more inches.  Earl had
stripped off his briefs sometime earlier so Mike can see that, no matter
what his face shows, his prick is in full lust.  Don puts up a brief
struggle trying to withdraw his hand but soon realizes its futility.
      "Guys, I've always been honest with you," scolds Mike.  "If you want
sex, just ask.  You don't have to rape me in the night."  Mike frees the
captives.
      Don keeps his hand in place but Earl withdraws from Mike's dick and
confesses.  "I suppose I've always been attracted to you; you're one hot
guy.  But tonight, to be lying inches from a superman, we couldn't sleep
until we saw what you're capable of."
      "Well you seemed to have a taste for my dick, Earl, so why don't you
finish your meal."  Earl doesn't need a second invitation.  With the need
for caution over, he boldly grabs Mike's shaft with both hands and pushes
his mouth down on the head.  Suck, push and suck, he manages to get about 8
inches into his face.  His hands have plenty to work with stimulating the
other 17 inches and massaging Mike's large balls.  Mike encourages him.
"Doing great, Earl.  Pretty good for your first time.  Your girl friends
must have had great technique.  Keep going."
      Meanwhile, Don was getting into uncharted territory with his ass hole
explorations.  A second finger, then a third snake into Mike.  Mike's gut
are contracting rhythmically against the intrusion.  But, Don can't yet
reach his goal, Mike's prostate.  Since Mike seems to be enjoying their
efforts Don decides to press on.  Squeezing his fingers together, he
inserts all five and pushes in up to his wrist.  He finds his target and
begins to rub.  The tremor that runs through Mike's body tells him he's hit
paydirt.
      Attacked from front and behind, Mike starts to lose control.  He
moves his arm around Earl's back and waist and pulls him tight against his
body, sliding Earl's long prick between his thighs and using his body to
add to his stimulation.  "You guys are great.  Harder, deeper, faster,"
Mike orders.  Dutifully, Earl manages another inch while Don pushing with
his full strength slides into Mike's ass up to his elbow.
      Mike rolls over pushing Earl onto his back underneath him.  Don
embedded in Mike's ass is pulled over onto Mike's back.  Still holding Earl
to his body with one arm, he begins one arm pushups.  At the top of each
rep, he pauses to lower Earl's hips allowing his 12 inches to slide between
the tight friction of the muscles of his inner thighs.
"I'm...going...to...cum," he warns as he lowers himself over Earl and hugs
him strongly with both arms.
      Earl tries to withdraw Mike's prick from his mouth but, the shaft is
unyielding and with Mike's embrace he is held almost motionless.  As Mike
lowers his body over his, he is pressed into the mattress, his dick sliding
again between Mike's thighs adding stimulation as all his senses are
dominated by impressions of Mike.  The shaft in his hands begins to throb,
followed quickly by the first blast of cum.  It floods his mouth.  Earl
swallows again and again but can't keep up. The excess pours past his lips
and coats his face and neck.  The stimulation of Mike's passion brings Earl
over the top and he shoots his load through Mike's legs, splashing Don,
still locked in Mike's butt, with white rain.
      Mike rests on top of Earl still hugging him to his body.  Then he
rolls to his side, releasing Earl and rolling Don off his back.  Don, after
a final pat of Mike's prostate, withdraws his arm from Mike's ass.  Over
Mike's reclining body, looks at Earl, dazed from the experience, lying on
his back, the end of Mike's dick still plugged tightly in his mouth with
half his face and neck covered in the cum that forced past the seal of his
lips.  He withdraws the head surprising Don with the length he had managed
to accept.  Giving it a last kiss, he releases the shaft which snaps back
against Mike's torso.  Mike moves to Earl and licks his load off his face
and pushing his tongue into Earl's mouth feeds him what he spilled.
      Shifting his attention to Don, Mike rolls onto his back and pull Don
on top off him.  While he casually rubs Don's body along his dick, he asks,
"Don, how did you learn how to simulate a man's ass?  Do you want to fuck
me?"
      "I'd love to fuck you but I don't think I'm big enough to reach deep
enough with my prick," replies Don.  "But, if you give me a minute I'll
answer your first question."
      Mike allows Don to slide off his body.  He stretches out on his back
and flips his legs over his head, planting his knees beside his head.  Don
then reaches up with his hands, grabs both butt cheeks and, with his
gymnast flexibility, pushes his ass down until the head of his dick enters
his mouth.  While sucking furiously, he positions his hand at his ass hole
and smoothly slides it in up to the wrist.  Mike and Earl stare in
amazement at this unexpected sexual display.
      Pausing in his show, Don removes his dick from his mouth and asks, "I
really need something bigger in my ass.  Mike, will you fuck me?"
      "Well, OK.  If you can take your hand you might be able to handle me.
But, we'll take it slow and you let me know if I'm starting to hurt you.
Earl, will you get the bottle of lube in my desk?"  While Earl goes on the
errand, Mike grasps Don by the waist and positions him so that he is bent
double with his legs and chest pressed against Mike's body.
      Earl returns, Don removes his hand to allow him to pour a generous
amount of oil into his ass.  As Earl shifts to lubricate Mike's shaft, Don
pushes back in to ensure that his guts are well coated as far as he can
reach.
      Mike grips Don's waist with both hands and positions his dick at the
entrance.  Don removes most of his hand and, still spreading his hole with
his fingers guides Mike to the target.  With a shove Mike impales Don on
his spear.  As Don feels his ass being stretched as never before, he
positions his hand at the junction between their bodies and smiles broadly
as he feels inch after inch slide in.  "Deeper...deeper...deeper," he
encourages Mike.  Mike starts to slide his dick in and out of Don's hole,
trying to get a little more in each time.
      After about fifteen minutes he has worked almost 10 inches up Don,
who is moaning and squirming in pleasure with each stroke.  His 6 inches
are pointed down Mike's body sliding in the space between Mike's shaft and
abs.  He shoots a load laying streaks of cum on Mike's six pack all the way
down to his pubes.
      With Don pulsing around his shaft, Mike pushes a couple more inches
in and then unloads his balls into Don's guts.  Don stunned and stimulated
by the force of the explosion within him shoots a second load and rests his
head on Mike's powerful shoulder.
      When Mike moves to withdraw, Don objects.  "Don't stop Mike, that was
great.  You're only in half way.  Let's keep going."
      Earl, watching this scene pipes up, "hey guys, can I get in on this?"
      Mike, enjoying his position as the sexual center for his hot
roommates, agrees.  "Great.  Don I'll give you what you want, just tell me
if it starts to hurt.  Earl, while I'm fucking Don, why don't you plug me?"
      While Mike resumes stroking Don along his dick, getting more
penetration on each cycle, Earl rubs his tool to its full 12 inches and
lubes it up.  Now, how to obtain access to Mike's hole?  He rubs Mike's
thighs and Mike responds by spreading his legs to allow Earl between them.
Each of Mike's thighs, massive trunks of defined muscle, 64 inches around,
is thicker than his entire body.  Mike helps him out by raising his legs
high into the air allowing Earl to push up against them and reach his goal.
Earl grabs Mike's legs, getting only about half way around them, and pushes
his dick into Mike's ass.
      With all his weight and Mike's help, he bends Mike almost double,
until the tops of Mike's thighs press onto Don's body which Mike is still
stroking along his dick.  With Mike's ass in position Earl shoves in as far
as possible and then he starts to pump, massaging Mike's ass with his hard
shaft.  Earl wishes he were bigger and stronger so he could really fuck
Mike hard.
      Just then the bedroom door opens and Earl sees standing there the
biggest bodybuilder, besides Mike, he's ever seen.  The man is wearing
tight fitting jeans and a tee shirt that outlines all his massive
development.  A large tube of flesh is rapidly stiffening along his leg as
he observes the scene before him.
      Mike greets him.  "Hi, Doc.  What brings you here?  Guys, this is the
Dr. Logan Green I was telling you about.  Doc, these are my roommates,
Don," slapping Don's ass with a loud smack, "and Earl."
      "Uh, hello," mumbles Logan, unsure of the proper protocol for
introductions in this situation.  "Look, Mike, you left without talking to
me.  This is a new medical procedure and I need to be able to observe the
effects as closely as possible.  I was thinking you could move into my
house near campus where I have the proper testing equipment and can set up
facilities appropriate to your new size."
      "So you missed me, eh, Doc.  Well I'm a bit busy now, we'll talk a
little later.  Why don't you join us.  I think Earl could use some help."
      Logan nods in agreement and quickly strips.  He lubes his now fully
erect dick and positions himself behind Earl pushing the head of his shaft
against Earl's ass.  Logan reaches around Earl's chest and grabs Mike's
thick thighs.  With one mighty shove he pushes all stiff eleven inches
inside bringing a cry of pain and then moans of pleasure from Earl.  With
his great strength compressing Earl against Mike's legs, he begins to pump
Earl's hole.
      On the down stroke Earl is shoved to his balls into Mike, while on
the up stroke Earl withdraws until Logan smacks against him as he begins
another cycle.  Earl being pleasured from the front and back imagines that
this is what fucking would be like if he had super strength.
      Looking between Mike's legs Earl has a front seat to the assault on
Don's hole.  He can't believe Mike can push more inside, the fit is so
tight.  But, each cycle seems to go a little deeper and Don just encourages
Mike to push harder.  Mike doesn't need much encouragement as the power
fuck he is getting from Earl courtesy of Logan is starting to effect him.
Sliding Don faster and pushing harder, he moves steadily deeper into his
cute roomie.  Finally, his balls, tightly drawn to the base of his shaft,
touch Don's ass.  Mike is fully embedded and the stimulation from Don's ass
and Earl's dick bring on a mighty orgasm.  He pushes Don hard onto his
shaft as it throbs and unloads deep within Don's guts.
      Don's entire body shakes from the force released by Mike dick.
Excited from the stimulation Don releases his third load over Mike's torso.
      Meanwhile, Mike's ass muscles contract around Earl's dick, holding
him buried balls deep in his hole as his guts massage the shaft in sympathy
with the pulsing of his prick.  Logan pistons Earl a few more time and
floods his body with his own hot seed.  The effect of this stimulation is
enough to push Earl over the edge and he unloads into Mike.
      The bedroom is hot with the energy released by the love play of these
muscular men.  They ease off their exertions as their orgasms subside.
Earl would have collapsed if he were not supported between Mike's legs and
Logan's chest.  Logan pulls Earl back and out of Mike's ass, holding him
with one huge bulging arm around his chest and his dick still up his ass.
Earl turns his head and kisses the man responsible for his pleasure.
      Don looks up from Mike's chest and smiles.  Mike smiles back and
places his hands around Don's waist to pull him off his still stiff dick.
Mike pulls.  "Ow, stop, that hurts," shouts Don.  Mike repositions his
hands to Don's ass and while massaging the hole around where his dick
entered.  He tries again.  "No, stop, no," pleads Don, "I think I'm stuck."
      "Hey Doc," Mike asks, "Can you help us?"
      Logan pulls out of Earl and climbs on the bed next to Mike and Don.
He inspects Don's distended hole where it clutches Mike's thick pole,
probing with his finger a few inches.  "This doesn't look too bad," he
states.  Earl, get that bottle of lube."  Earl hands Logan the bottle and
he pours some around the shaft and works as much as he can inside.  "Try
again Mike," he requests while holding the shaft where it enters Don.
      Mike pulls on Don's hips but another cry of pain stops him.  "Doc, it
feels like it's sticking about three fourths of the way up."
      Logan reaches between Mike and Don and feels Don's abs.  Pressing
upward, he can trace the path of Mike through Don's guts.  "It feels like
you are snaked up into him.  I don't know how you managed it but you're
wedged in tight."  Logan removes his hand and licks off Don's cum he picked
off Mike's torso.  "We either need to get you to a hospital or we could try
my muscle growth formula."
      Don lifts his head off Mike's pecs and asks, "What do you mean?  How
would your formula help?"
      "Well, if I make you more muscular and, possibly bigger like Mike,
there should be more room for Mike's dick and you would be better able to
resist the strain from its movement inside you.  I brought some equipment
to sample Mike's muscles and I could get your tissue type instead.  It
won't take long to prepare the formula but I need to make a new batch of
muscle growth fuel as well.  It'll take about four hours."
      "OK, I'll try it," agrees Don.
      "Hey Doc, I'd like it too," says Earl.  "I don't want to be the runt
in the room."
      "All right, I can take you both.  With what I learned from Mike I
think I can fine tune the type of body you end up with.  So, how tall, how
much muscularity increase do you want and how big a dick would you like?
Don, since you're stuck now, we should go to seven feet and about fifty
percent more muscle which should give you about eight times your present
strength.  Now how big a dick do you want?"
      "I've learned to appreciate size in a man and want something big
enough to pleasure Mike and Earl.  How does fifteen inches sound?"
      "Sounds fine with me Don," says Mike reaching in and stroking Don up
to his full current limit of six inches.
      "Well seven feet is fine with me, but, I'd like to double my muscle
mass," says Earl.  "And I see three hot guys here where I could bury twenty
inches of dick."
      "Ok, I've left my gear in the next room.  I'll be right back," says
Logan as he goes through the connecting door to the next room.  In seconds
he returns carrying a small pouch with medical instruments.  He quickly
gets samples from Don and Earl.
      "It will take a few hours to make the treatments and whip up a new
batch of muscle growth fuel; Mike drained my supply," Logan stated as he
donned his clothes.
      "Wait, I'll help you," volunteered Earl as he grabbed his sweat
pants.
      Finishing dressing, Logan reassured the boys, "Don't worry, we'll be
back around dawn," as Earl and he left the room.

Part Five
      It is just starting to get light as Logan and Earl reenter the dorm.
Earl is carrying three, five gallon containers of the muscle growth fuel on
one massive arm.  His seven foot, 420 pound frame is evidence that he's
already had his treatment.  His sweat pants strain to contain his massive
thighs and come only to mid calf now.  Down the inside of his left leg the
clear outline of his cock is visible, 14 inches soft and as big around as a
normal man's wrist.
      As they enter the bedroom they spot Don sleeping peacefully on Mike's
huge body.  Don's mouth is reflexively sucking on the tit of Mike's right
pec, while Mike's left arm, almost as thick as Don's entire torso lays over
his back with the hand cradling Don's head.  Don's dick is hard and dried
streaks of cum along Mike's thighs testify that they hadn't spent all night
sleeping.  Mike's pole is, of course, still hard and impaled balls deep
into Don's ass.  A thin white stream leaking past the seal and coating
Don's dick and Mike's pubic hair is evidence of the loads of cum deposited
within during the night.
      Earl reaches down and squeezes Don's dick against Mike's much larger
one.  "Time to wake up sleepy heads, " he says.  The boys stir.
      Don takes a last lick of Mike's tit and sighs.  "Morning already?  Do
you have the stuff?"
      "We've got it," states Logan.  "Mike sit upright so Don can drink."
      Mike rolls up on the edge of the bed, his weight almost bending the
frame to the floor.  He holds Don against his chest with one arm as Don
wraps his legs around Mike's thin waist.  Don is sitting on Mike's quads,
each 64 inches around, his almost two hundred pounds not even making an
impression in the marble like muscle.  Don reaches down and repositions his
hard 6 inches so it nestles between Mike's abs and his.  He could feel
Mike's thick shaft as it threads through his intestines pressing against
his manhood from the inside.
      Now sitting up, Don notices Earl for the first time and exclaims,
"Wow, you look great!  Strip and let us see your muscles."  As Earl moves
to comply, he continues, "Dr. Green, I'm ready.  How long will it take?"
      "After I give you this injection, it's only a matter of how quickly
you can drink the growth fuel we brought," says Logan as he sticks the
needle in Don's arm.  "Here's the first container."  Logan helps position
the heavy five gallon flask at Don's mouth as he begins to drink.
      The liquid seems to pour down Don's throat and into his muscles.
They inflate visibly, seeming to pulse with a red glow as they grow.  By
the end of the first bottle, Don is visibly taller and more muscular.  "I
can feel it working," he shouts as Logan switches bottles.
      "So can I," adds Mike who is struggling to retain control as his
embedded prick is massaged along its entire length by the throbbing muscles
in Don's gut.
      The second bottle follows, then the third.  Suddenly, Mike lets out a
scream of pure passion and hugs Don to his body with tremendous strength.
He would have been crushed if he had not already added over a hundred
pounds of rock solid muscle.  Mike begins to unload in Don's guts.  The
trickle of cum from Don's ass becomes a flood.  Mike rolls Don onto his
back as the third, now empty, growth fuel container goes flying.  Don, even
though he is now almost seven feet and over 300 pounds of defined muscle,
disappears under Mike's flaring 98 inch chest.  Mike begins to stroke his
dick through Don's ass.  No small strokes either, but 20 inch pile driver
ass pounding strokes.  Each one finishes with a thud as Mike's body slams
into Don.
      Logan and Earl think Don will be killed by Mike's unchecked lust.
They grab his body to pull him off but, both men together are no match for
Mike's berserk strength.  Thrashing around on the bed both men hear Don
scream with each inward thrust.  The tortured bed frames finally give way,
dropping the mattresses and the men to the floor.  Nobody notices.
      The first spurt of cum catches them by surprise as it flies out from
beneath Mike's body and splatters against the wall, ten feet away.  The
next hits Mike's left bicep, coating it in white.  Shot follows shot in all
directions like there were an out of control fire hose underneath Mike's
pistoning form.
      Five minutes pass before the flow diminishes and Mike regains
control.  All the men, even the entire room are splattered with the residue
of the incredible orgasm.  Mike relaxes and rolls onto his back bringing
Don around to rest above him.  "That was great!  Earl could you fuck me
too?" asks Don obviously excited but uninjured from recent events.
      "Well, Ok," says Earl uncertainly.  "As soon as Mike pulls out and
you feel up to it."
      "Not after Mike, now," insists Don.  "Just shove in alongside.  After
my treatment, I can handle anything."
      After looking to Logan, who nods Ok, Earl steps up on the now
collapsed bed, straddling Mike and Don.  A few strokes brings his staff to
full glory, 20 inches of solid flesh.  Mike was still at least three
fourths of the way into Don, over 18 inches, and there didn't seen to be
anyway to add his own thick member into Don's straining hole.  But, he
positioned his head at the point where Mike penetrated and started to
shove.  The tip seemed to squeeze a little between Don's ass lips and
Mike's shaft.  He strained.  Then Mike reached up and grabbed his pole.  He
didn't know how much force Mike was using but more and more of him was fed
into Don's ass.  The feeling of Don's gut on one side and Mike on the other
was fantastic.  Don was into it too if his moans of delight were any
indication.  With just a few inches to go, Mike shifted his hands to Earl's
butt and shoved him in to the hilt.  Earl got a special thrill as his dick
head slid past Mike's and a couple of inches into the wide open spaces
beyond.  Then Mike pushed in to the max, his flaring mushroom sliding along
Earl's shaft and well beyond its reach.
      "Doc, no need for you to be out in the cold," adds Mike fingering
Earl's ass hole.  In a few seconds Logan shoves in balls deep in one smooth
stroke adding his contribution to over 1700 pounds of writhing muscle.
Mike takes control.  With his hands on Earl's hips he forces his dick
through Don's guts, now in phase with his own strokes, now out of phase.
Logan is carried along moving in and out of Earl's ass.
      The effect on Don is immediate.  His guts are invaded by two
tremendous dicks each moving and throbbing.  It feels as if everything
inside is being stirred, massaged and pounded.  His own dick, now a very
respectable 15 inches, is pinned between his body and Mike's rock hard abs.
As Mike's and Earl's dicks slide through his gut, he can feel them rub his
own shaft from behind.  Another orgasm quickly builds.  He shoots again and
again.  With his dick trapped there is no wild spurting this time, just a
sheet of white that lubricates the movement of muscle on muscle.
      As Don spasms in orgasm, it brings Mike and Earl off.  Earl can feel
Don squeezing his shaft and the pulsing flow of sperm up Mike's shaft, it
seems to pump his out in sympathy.  Each load is soon matched by a squirt
of cum past the seal of Don's ass hole as he is filled to capacity and
beyond.  Then Logan adds his contribution, spreading warmth through Earl's
body.
      Mike shifts his grip from Earl's hips to Don's.  He smoothly slides
Don off the twin poles that had penetrated him.  As Don slides from beneath
him, Earl splats wetly on Mike's cum soaked torso, his dick and Mike's
still side by side between them, still spurting load after load against the
bottom of their now tightly pressed pecs.
      Mike spins Don around in the air as if he weighed nothing and sets
his ass on his face so he can eat out the cum now pouring from his
distended hole.  Earl looks stunned by the rapid pace of their sex play and
his continuing orgasm.  A splash of cum on his face from Don's dick, now
just inches away, brings him back to reality.  A quick shove allows him to
slide forward over Mike's body and inhale about 10 inches of Don's long,
thin member.  It quickly fills his mouth with salty essence.  Earl swallows
again and again.  Sensations from his dick, ass and mouth overwhelms his
consciousness.

Part Six
      Earl awakens and opens his eyes.  His head is resting in Don's lap.
His eyes look out at Don's golden, lightly tan skin, now paper thin as it
covers his defined, bulging abdominals.  His nose is buried in the silky
black pubic hair and he inhales the strong aroma of man, sweat and cum.
Don's now mostly soft member is still resting in his mouth.  He licks it
lightly, tasting the remains of Don's last load.  He pulls off cleaning the
shaft with his lips as it slides out.
      "Good morning, Earl," says Don smiling and stroking his hair.  "No
time for more fun now, we've got to get ready for class."
      "Lets hit the showers," suggests Mike from the side of the bed where
he and Logan are drying some of the spunk coating their bodies.  He tosses
a couple of towels to Earl and Don.
      Earl scrambles to his feet and helps Don off the bed.  He grabs a
towel and starts to dry off Don.  This gives him his first real opportunity
to compare the effects of the muscle growth formula on each of them.  He
was measured at seven feet before Logan and he left the lab and now Don
matches him in height.  But, Don, as requested, is over a 100 pounds
lighter.  He still has that gymnast build, now not oversized, but more like
a giant.  His muscles are smooth and defined and incredible hard and strong
but not outrageously bulging like Logan's, Mike's or his own.
      At seven feet and 300 pounds, Don sported a 52 inch chest which Earl
thought looked all the more impressive paired with a tiny 26 inch waist.
Not an ounce of fat obscured his tightly knit abdominal muscles.  His 24
inch arms and 36 inch legs would be standouts in most lineups, but here, he
was the runt.  Logan had twenty more pounds and was over a foot shorter
with 28 inch arms and 45 inch legs.  Earl topped that with 420 pounds on a
seven foot frame.  The extra size and mass allowed him to sport a 72 inch
chest, 31 inch waist, 34 inch biceps and 52 inch quads.  Of course, Mike
made them all feel small.  At eight foot three inches, 600 pounds, 98 inch
chest, 33 inch waist, 42 inch arms and 64 inch quads there was no resisting
him.  All their muscles were much stronger than even their impressive
measurements might suggest.  When Mike was assaulting Don's ass, Logan and
he were unable to restrain Mike for even an instant with their combined
strength and Mike didn't even notice their exertions.
      After Earl finished toweling him dry, Don reciprocated.  He enjoyed
rubbing Earl's bulging muscles, so much larger than his own.  Not that he
was disappointed, he wanted a body that would still be sleek enough to
allow him to continue track and field events.  With this equipment I'm a
cinch for the Olympics, he thought.  When he rubbed Earl's 14 inch soft
dick, it started to harden so Don quickly backed off.  No time for that
now, he thought as he considered the cum splattered walls, floor and the
inch deep pools that formed in the folds of the bed covers.  A lot of that
was deposited by his own 15 incher, now shrunk to only 10, and plum sized
balls which could sure deliver a wallop.
      Finishing their preparations, the guys fastened the towels around
their waists and headed for the showers.  Only Logan's and Don's equipment
was actually covered by the towels.  Earl's dick head hung down below the
towel a few inches even when soft and Mike's 25 inch ever hard monster was
still poking straight up to the middle of his pecs and was beyond any
covering.  After a little concern they decided that nobody could hassle
them, so why worry.
      When they entered the showers, the effect was spectacular.  Stares of
awe followed them, mixed with a little fear, even from guys who knew the
roommates well.  They were ceded a corner by students that were too
cautious to get close.  After a few minutes of examination most left
quickly and they found themselves alone in the showers with one other.
That was Wang Dong Li, the star of the gymnastics team and exchange student
from China.
      Wang, his family name, had to endure frequent ribbing over his names'
sound in English.  He explains it means the East is strong but, those that
see him in the shower aren't so sure.  If you shrunk Don down to 5 foot two
and take away about half of his recently added muscularity you'd get Wang.
And between his legs would be a nice fat 10 inch hard dong that makes so
many of his dorm mates question his explanation for his name.
      While others left, Wang stayed behind and was putting on quite a
show, soaping up his muscles and stroking his dong up to its full size.
All the while his stare locked firmly on Don.  This was a serious case of
lust.  Finally, he spread his stance a couple of feet and bent double at
the waist, locking his arms and shoulders against the back of his calves.
This spread his butt cheeks and displayed his pink ass hole to Don and his
friends, while, between his legs, he smiled and licked his lips.
      "Don, you can't turn down an invitation like that," encouraged Mike,
shoving him forward.  "Do it, do it," the others joined in.
      Don moved forward, slowly at first, and then with growing confidence.
When he reached Wang he placed a hand on each cheek and rubbed his dick
along the crack between them until he had his 15 inches hard.  He then
surprised everyone by doing a handstand on Wang's butt.  Then with legs
bent 90 degrees to his torso and spread in a vee, dick pointed straight out
in front, he slowly rotated downward, neatly piercing the bullseye and
smoothly sliding inside.
      "Bravo, bravo, a ten, a ten," shout Mike and Earl in unison.
      "Looks more like a fifteen," offers Logan.
      Don uses his perch to make long slow strokes through Wang's gut.
Wang, bracing his legs to support Don's 300 pounds, reacts with pain and
pleasure from each invasion.  He's never been penetrated so completely.
His dong is soon leaking precum which drips down onto his face.
      After a few minutes of sexual gymnastics, Don decides it's time to
get serious.  He plants his feet on the floor and lifts Wang up off the
floor by the hips until he is again buried balls deep in Wang's ass.  He
rotates Wang 180 degrees until they are face to face, enjoying the unique
sensation of Wang's guts twisting around the shaft of his dick.  The two
boys smile at each other and then Don starts sliding Wang along the length
of his shaft.
      "Hey!  What's going on here?"  A new man entered the showers.  Vince
Crawford, football quarterback, All American as a junior and star of the
team as he reminds the other players at every practice.  At six foot eight
and 280 pounds, he was one of the big men on campus, Mike most admired
before he became the biggest man on campus.  Intent on the sex scene in the
center of the shower, he doesn't notice the others.  "You can't do that
here.  You fags get out," he shouts.
      As Vince reaches to grab Don's shoulder, a large hand grabs his
shoulder and holds him motionless.  "Leave them alone," cautions Earl
spinning Vince around.
      "What happened to you?" says a startled Vince after recognizing the
team's much changed cornerback.
      "Let me show you," replies Earl forcing Vince to his knees with a
fraction of his strength.  "Suck it," he says pushing Vince's face against
his shaft.
      Vince is in a panic.  He can't move in Earl's grip and his face is
being rubbed on the biggest dick he's ever seen.  He makes his fist and
pounds on Earl's massive thighs, each one as thick as his chest.  It's like
hitting a brick wall.  The pain from Earl's squeezing his shoulders ends
his last thought of resistance.
      "Come on, suck it," insists Earl.  He whips the still semi-soft dick
into the side of Vince's face with loud smack before offering the head to
Vince's lips.
      Vince's tongue sneaks out for a tentative lick before his lips part
to accept the head.
      "No teeth," cautions Earl, squeezing Vince's shoulders for emphasis.
As he begins to harden, he pushes in a few more inches.  He can't get more
than six or seven inches in before Vince starts to gag, so he settles for a
short fucking motion, stroking the tip of his shaft through Vince's lips
until he's fully hard.  He then pulls out of Vince's mouth and his now 20
inch dick snaps upright along his abs.
      "No way can I swallow all that," states Vince gasping for breath.
      "I know," agrees Earl, pulling Vince to his feet, spinning him around
and bending him over.  Vince knows what's coming and resumes his struggles.
They have no more effect this time.  Earl presses his chest to Vince's back
and reaches one hand around to control the shaft of his soft dick.  "It
will be easier if you relax," he states.
      Earl slides his dick through Vince's cheeks and positions the head at
the entrance.  When he touches the target, Vince stops struggling and
stiffens completely.  The quarterback's ass muscles are no match for Earl's
dick.  A little pressure forces open the gate and Earl slides the head of
his shaft inside accompanied by Vince's scream.
      "I said relax," Earl reiterates.  "You might enjoy it.  It's not
every day that a real man can spend the time to educate a dirt bag like
you."  This time Vince loosens his guts and Earl slides in a few more
inches.  He begins a slow stoke, trying for a little more penetration with
each inward thrust.  Vince grunts as if punched in the stomach each time
Earl bottoms out, but, his dick hardens and soon Earl is stroking his eight
inch pole in time with his fuck.
      When Earl has worked 12 inches inside, Vince screams again.  This
time in orgasm as he shoots a load from his dick which flies out with such
force that it splatters off his face.  His spasms bring on Earl's release
as he dumps a large load in Vince's gut.  He remains hard and, with the
added lubricant of his cum, starts making real penetration with each
stroke.  Vince is now moaning on each in stroke and out stroke, eyes wide,
mouth open, panting for breath, the residue of his jism dripping from his
face.
      Don, who had slowed his own fucking to watch the scene, now resumed
in earnest.  Mike and Logan also watched from the sidelines.  "No need for
us to be the odd men out," observed Mike as he grabbed Logan by the waist
and hoisted him onto his dick.  Soon all 25 inches had disappeared inside
Logan's ass and they began their own strenuous fuck.
      With everyone going at it hard and heavy, Wang, suspended parallel to
the floor by Don's grip on his hips, arches his back and manages to bend
far enough to squeeze almost half his hard dong into his mouth.  His
sucking and Don's fucking quickly bring him off.  His spasms trigger Don
who empties load after load up Wang's tight ass while Wang swallows his own
juice.
      Earl, now stroking all 20 inches to good effect, is next.  He drives
in balls deep and releases another massive load.  Each spurt causes Vince
to wince as if he is being punched in the gut by each eruption of Earl's
dick.  It doesn't stop him from shooting his own dick off too in an orgasm
as forceful as his first.  Their passion peak lasts almost a minute and
then Earl resumes his stroking.  In just another minute both men unload
again.  This time Earl pulls out, letting Vince collapse to the floor.  He
turns him over and shoves the end of his still shooting dick in Vince's
mouth.  Vince grabs the slimy shaft with both hands to stroke and steady it
as he sucks and swallows for all he's worth to drink down Earl's gift.
Finally spent, Earl pulls back his softening dick while Vince rests
exhausted on his back, slowly licking his hands to get a final taste, while
his own dick drips out its last drops on his belly.
      Mike and Logan, last to start, are last to finish.  As Mike builds
the pace, he finally unloads a massive torrent of cum in Logan's gut.  This
triggers Logan, whose first shot splatters off the ceiling.  After a few
more loads, Mike pulls Logan off and they direct the rest over Vince's
sprawled form, coating him from head to toe in a blanket of white.
      After a few more minutes under the spray to wash off from their
exertions, Mike, Logan, Don and Wang are ready to leave for their day's
classes.  Earl stops over by the still prone Vince and orders, "After
practice today, you will wash me in the team shower, then suck me hard and
bend over for your fuck.  Do you understand?"  Vince nods weakly yes and
the guys file out.

Part Seven
      It's Saturday evening and Don, Earl and Mike have just finished
moving in to Dr. Logan Green's off campus house.  He has converted the
entire daylight basement into a combination bedroom, gym and medical lab.
For a bed, four king size super firm mattresses are laid out on a sturdy
platform to form a huge square shaped sleeping area.  Special water
repellent sheets cover the bed in anticipation of gallons of cum.  The
exercise area was beefed up from the one he had on campus and can handle
lifts up to 10,000 pounds, but, even this proved too little to exhaust
Mike's thighs.  The lab, duplicate of the one on campus, and a bath with a
shower big enough for four, completes the setup.  Just out the door there
is a large private fenced yard with a large heated spa tub.
      The boys were dressed up in the special exercise clothes Logan
provided for what he described as a special house warming banquet.  It was
huge; more food than they normally ate in a month, Thanksgiving included.
Logan just told them to dig in, promising they didn't need to worry about
getting fat.
      Afterwards, down in their room waiting for their evening's guests to
arrive, Don asked, "How do you know we won't get fat?"
      Logan thought a bit and answered, "I analyzed our tissue samples.
Normal food isn't nutritious enough to make us grow.  It can power our
muscles.  In a normal body any excess would be stored as fat, but a side
effect of the muscle growth seems to be that, for us, we store enough
energy in our muscles themselves to run about ten marathons and any
additional is turned into cum."
      "Doc, you set us up," observed Mike grabbing Logan and sprawling him
across his thighs.  "Bad boy, bad boy," admonishes Mike as he lands one
slap on Logan's firm glutes hard enough to split the seam of his shorts
from waist to crotch.
      "Ouch. Guilty," confessed Logan.  "I planned to take advantage of all
that extra cum to make this a party no one will forget.  So Mike, punish me
with your dick, not your hand."
      In response, Mike tears off the rest of Logan's clothes and tosses
him into the center of the bed.  He takes off his own clothes and then
jumps on top of him.  Logan disappears under Mike's immense body.
      There is a knock on the door to the yard.  "I'll get it," volunteers
Earl.  It's Wang Dong Li and Vince Crawford; the guests they expected.
      Wang, who had already removed his clothes, tosses them by the door,
runs past Earl and jumps into Don's arms.  They kiss long and deep.
Greetings out of the way, Wang hops down, guides Don to the bed and begins
stripping off his clothes.  When Don's dick is freed, Wang expertly sucks
it hard and then in a smooth motion sits down upon it and starts his ride.
      Mike looks up from toying with Logan and remarks, "You need to fuck
him more often, Don."
      "We fucked three times this morning and four times yesterday.  He
just can't get enough."
      Meanwhile, Earl has taken Vince aside.  "Undress," he orders.  Vince
complies without hesitation.  His dick is hard.  "Now undress me."  Again
Vince responds, this time moving as close to Earl and feeling as much of
his body as he can without annoying his master.  "Suck me hard," is Earl's
next command.  Vince eagerly pounces on Earl's cock, getting 10 inches down
his throat, a new record, while stroking the other half with his hands.
When he's stiff, Earl withdraws his dick and orders Vince to wait in the
corner for his call.  Vince goes as directed and sits in the corner playing
with Earl's jockstrap.  As Earl heads for the action on the bed he calls
back over his shoulder, "And, no playing with your dick."
      As he approaches the bed, Earl sees that Wang has worked Don into a
frenzy.  He's bucking with his hips each time Wang slides down his shaft.
The collision throws Wang almost off his dick as Don drops his hips for the
next thrust.  Still wanting more, Don clamps Wang to his groin and rolls
forward pushing him back onto his shoulders.  With his hands on Wang's
thighs, he bends the flexible gymnast into a ball, ass upward.  Wang's
mouth clamps onto his hard 10 inch dong as Don resumes his assault on his
ass, driving all of his 15 inches through the tight gut.
      Wang is in his favorite fuck position.  Staring past his dick, he can
see Don's dick pound his abdominal muscles from the inside.  It feels
great.  Nobody can stimulate him like big brother, Don.  He feels the
tingling in his balls and the throbbing in his dong that announce the surge
of his load down the shaft.  It floods over his tongue with the familiar
taste and fills his mouth.  He swallows and awaits his next shot.  A spasm
in his gut from Don's wildly twitching dick announces his lover's orgasm.
He can feel the load of cum racing down to be deposited deep inside him.
It arrives with such force that he is momentarily stunned.  His dong slips
from his mouth spewing on his neck, face and hair.  Don's next load slams
into him, bigger than the last.  He's been fucked by Don a dozen times
since their first in the shower but never experienced anything like this!
It's great!  The hot cum seems to be spreading everywhere inside him as Don
delivers load after load.  Don resumes stroking his still pulsing dick.
Each up stroke pulls up a load of juice from below which pours out over
Wang's ass and flows over his belly, his balls and down his dong.  Wang
replaces his dong in his mouth and awaits the treat flowing down it which
soon enters his mouth to mix with the juice still being pumped out from his
own balls.
      With his last orgasm not even over, Don unleashes a fresh explosion.
This time there's no room in Wang's ass.  As soon as Don unloads, the cum
sprays upward around his buried shaft dousing everyone near the bed.  Don
and Wang especially, are coated in cum.  After two loads back up on him,
Don removes his dick from the ass and plunges it into Wang's mouth, right
beside Wang's own.  Wang swallows manfully and manages to get about half of
what Don offered.  After their passion ebbs, Don stretches Wang out on the
bed and lays down beside him.  They kiss, cleaning their faces with their
tongues and sampling the tastes that still linger in Wang's mouth.  When
they finally have time to notice something beside each other, they see that
the depression Wang's head and shoulders made in the mattress has filled
with a deep puddle of spilled cum.  They slide over to it and, like two
lions at a watering hole, bury their faces in the pool to drink it up.
      Meanwhile, Mike is busy toying with Logan as Earl watches.  He is
rubbing his dick all over Logan's body while manipulating his arms and
legs, licking and massaging his muscles.  This has gone on for 20 minutes,
exciting Logan but not giving him any sexual release.  Logan is helpless.
Each time he tries an independent movement he is restrained by Mike's
greater strength.
      Mike rolls Logan onto his back and gets on top.  He slides his stiff
dick over Logan's as their bodies grind together.  He slides down Logan's
torso to tease his tits with his tongue.  His arms pin Logan's as his hands
reach up to hold Logan's head immobile while two of his fingers fuck
Logan's mouth.
      "Please, please fuck me," begs Logan for the tenth time.  "I
apologize, I shouldn't have set you up.  I was just trying for a surprise
to make your first night here unforgettable."
      "Apology accepted," replies Mike as he flips Logan over, hauls him to
his knees and shoves 25 hard inches up his ass in one long stroke.  After
all their foreplay, Mike knows he won't take long as he begins a slow fuck
stroke.  Earl is lying beside them, watching, stroking his dick just enough
to keep it hard.  It gives Mike an idea.  He rocks back on his knees,
pulling Logan up onto his lap with his legs spread widely to hang down over
Mike's twin 64 inch tree trunk thighs.  He then grabs Earl's ankles, and,
with a flick of his arm, whips him out in front and over on his back.
Raising his legs high in the air and splitting them wide apart, he hauls
Earl up until Logan's hard 11 inch dick plugs Earl's butt.  Before Earl has
time to react, Mike grabs his hips and strokes his ass over Logan's shaft
in time with his own assault.
      Now with Logan nicely sandwiched, Mike turns his attention to Earl.
"Vince get over here," he shouts.  Vince is there in a heartbeat.  "Sit on
Earl," Mike demands.  After a questioning look at Earl and his nod of
acceptance, Vince straddles the pile of bodybuilders and carefully eases
about half of Earl's pole up his ass.  Too carefully for Mike, who, with a
sweep of his arms, knocks Vince off his feet so he comes crashing down on
Earl's lap, instantly stuffed with his 20 inches.  Earl steadies Vince with
one arm around his chest while the other hand caresses his face to soothe
the pain of penetration.
      Mike is ready for some serious fucking.  He rolls onto his back
dragging the whole group on top of him.  They are stacked on the bed four
high with Mike on the bottom, each man in the ass above him.  With his
hands on Earl's hips he raises his roommate a few inches above Logan, then,
bucking his hips, he tosses Logan in the air until he slams into Earl.
Then Logan falls back down along Mike's dick until he's ready for the next
bounce.  After a few experimental tries, Mike gets the hang of it.  The key
is to keep Earl's ass no more than eight or nine inches above Logan so the
doctor's 11 inch tool doesn't slip out.  With careful control he finds he
can launch Logan a couple feet in the air and then slam him back down again
using Earl.  As a bonus, when he slams Earl down into Logan, Vince keeps
going up until gravity takes over, giving him his own thrill ride.
      Mike gets into a rhythm.  Logan, Mike can tell, is really enjoying
himself.  All he does is grunt at each impact but his eyes have that
glassy, far away look that he gets when he's overcome by inner sensations.
Meanwhile, Earl is moaning from every stroke and Vince, on top, gives
little squeals of delight each time he comes crashing back on Earl's body.
Logan reaches his orgasm first, shooting powerful jets into Earl's ass.
This triggers Earl and Vince.  The contraction of Logan's gut in time with
his powerful ejaculation pushes Mike to a level he never reached before.
As he unleashes a flood of jizz into Logan, he bucks so powerfully that the
impact with the doctor's body knocks Earl completely out of his hands and
six feet into the air.  Earl flies off Logan's dick carrying Vince with him
while Logan sends a pillar of cum after them.
      As Earl and Vince come crashing down on the bed a few feet away, Mike
hugs Logan to his chest, rolls him over onto his front and pushes his shaft
in as far as it could go.  Earl is doing the same with Vince.
      Mike has never cum like this before.  It's surging out of his dick in
a high pressure stream.  He can feel the contractions in Logan's gut and
the flow of his juices up his shaft.  Soon there is no room for more inside
and cum pours out of Logan's ass.
      Earl is having better success with Vince.  He has a good tight seal
on Vince's almost virgin ass and Vince isn't strong enough to resist the
flow of cum at the pressure Vince is supplying.  So far all they've spilled
is a few ounces from Vince's four orgasms.  Earl awakened something in
Vince he hadn't know existed.  But, in the three days since he really got
to know him, Vince has never felt anything like this.  Earl is filling him
so completely.  His essence is pouring through Vince's body, warming his
bowels, his stomach and now his chest.  Cum floods up into his mouth and
pours past his lips.  Vince can't breathe.  Fortunately, Earl sees what's
happening and quickly withdraws his still spurting shaft.  Vince coughs,
swallows and gasps for air.  After three days of eating and drinking
nothing but Earl's cum, he is finally full.  A fifth orgasm wracks his body
as he lays recovering on the bed.
      Logan finally passes out after sustaining his passion peak for almost
ten minutes.  Mike pulls out leaving Logan lying in a pool of cum that
covers his balls.  He and Earl are still shooting and show no sign of
stopping but have no place to deposit their load.  Then they notice Don who
has Wang on his back with his legs against his chest as Don pounds his
shaft into Wang's ass.  Mike looks at Earl and they scramble over beside
the two Asian studs.  They sit face to face, legs spread, as close together
as possible.  As Earl holds their throbbing dicks together with both hands,
Mike places his hands on both boys' backs and lifts them as a unit.  Then
he lowers Don onto the combined shafts.  Don doesn't miss a stroke as he
grips Wang's torso and slides him along his shaft while his roommates do
the same for his body on their paired manhood.  By the time Don is fully
impaled, he and Wang have started shooting; Don into Wang and Wang about
five feet into the air.  Still cumming they hug and share a deep kiss
oblivious to everyone but themselves.  Mike reaches around Don and Wang and
hugs Earl to him.  They kiss as well as their bodies surround and engulf
the smaller boys.  Locked in the embrace they wait as over several minutes
their orgasms subside.
      Passion sated for now, the boys break their sexual huddle and take
stock of the results of their play.  There are pools of cum, inches deep in
spots, all over the bed.  Cum splatters the ceiling, walls and floor.
Logan has passed out and Vince is still recovering from his last fuck.  Don
and Wang take charge of dealing with the pools of cum, starting with the
biggest one right under their butts.  Mike flops on his back, resting, and
Earl calls for Vince.
      When Vince scampers over, Earl kisses him deeply, tasting his own
cum.  It is their first kiss.  Vince is ecstatic.  When they break off he
eagerly cleans Earl's shaft with his tongue and then moves on to clean the
cum off his body.  Orders are no longer required as each boy knows his
place in the relationship.  When Vince is done Earl licks his shaft clean
and soothes his sore ass hole.
      Don is drinking the cum pooled between Logan's legs while Wang
handles the one where Earl and Vince got together.  As Don is lapping up
the last of the deposit, Logan suddenly wakes and pushes to his knees.
Looking beneath him he sees Don, face and hair dripping jizz juice, with
the tip of his cock in his mouth.  Getting to his feet Logan announces,
"I'm hungry.  Let's refuel before round two.  There's plenty of food left
upstairs."  He heads off to eat and the others follow.
      At the table Wang sits on Don's lap and Vince on Earl; not sexually,
just cuddling.  Logan has a house rule; no sex upstairs to protect the
furniture.  Logan filled their guests in on the reason for the big spread
and they enthusiastically join in stuffing their partners with all they can
eat.  Wang feeds Don but eats nothing directly.  Periodically, he kisses
Don and is passed a morsel Don has partially chewed.  Somehow it feels very
intimate.  Vince feeds Earl but takes nothing himself explaining that he's
already full from Vince's cum.  There's nothing fancy for Mike and Logan,
they just dig in.
      When everyone seems to have eaten their fill, Logan shouts, "Ready
for more?  First one to the bed gets fucked by Mike!"  He races for the
stairs.
      Logan, however, is not the winner.  Vince makes a diving leap like he
was going for a first down and beats him by an instant.  But Vince doesn't
want the prize for himself; he offers it to Earl so long as he can suck
Earl while he's being fucked.  Earl accepts and tosses Vince on the bed and
jumps on top of him in a sixty nine position.  Vince grabs Earl's dick and
feeds it more than half way down his throat while Earl goes down on him and
sticks his butt in the air for Mike.
      Mike steps between Earl's legs, spreading them a bit more to the side
to make room for his massive body.  He bends forward resting his pecs on
Earl's ass while wrapping one arm around his waist.  This is the perfect
position to put the tip of his 25 inch shaft at Earl's entrance.  Mike
slowly pushes the head and the first few inches inside.  Earl had been
fucked before by Logan but that was nothing compared to Mike.  He
reflexively tries to pull away, but Mike's arm has him pinned.  He sucks
hard on Vince to avoid crying out.  Vince sees Earl's reaction and
intensifies his own sucking to distract Earl from the pain of penetration
with which he is very familiar.
      Mike slides a few more inches in, stopping momentarily when he feels
Earl trying to pull away.  When he has 11 inches in, the length of Logan's
tool, he enters virgin territory and the passage becomes much tighter.  He
starts the slow in and out motion he used to open up Don.  It works even
better on Earl, who already has his muscles enhanced.  Mike makes steady
progress and the tightness is really turning him on.  A few minutes later
his orange sized balls slam into Earl's, only slightly smaller, ones.  He's
in.
      Now Mike ups the pace, slamming harder and faster, with longer and
longer strokes.  With the passage expanded, the pain is gone and only
pleasure remains.  Mike releases Earl's waist and he bucks back to meet
Mike's strokes.  As the friction from Earl's gut heats Mike's passion, he
fucks harder and harder, overpowering Earl and pounding him into the
mattress while shoving more and more of Earl's dick down Vince's throat and
esophagus.  Logan spots what's happening and gets ready to pull Vince out,
but he sees he's still managing to breathe and, from what he can tell,
having the time of his life.
      Finally, Mike can hold off no longer and his load races down his
shaft.  With a final shove he drives Earl into Vince's mouth until his
balls hit the nose.  Mike unloads deep inside, while Earl begins pumping
his cum into Vince who then gives Earl a taste of his own seed.  This
continues for a couple of minutes until Mike feels pressure build telling
him Earl is full.  Mike quickly pulls out his still spurting tool, then
grabs Logan and pulls him down upon it.  In a few seconds Logan joins in
orgasm; his first shot hitting the ceiling.
      When Mike withdrew from Earl, cum poured out for a few seconds until
his ass could adjust.  This coated Earl's balls and dick and Vince's face.
Vince snakes his tongue around Earl's shaft and licks his balls to sample
this treat.  Earl is still unloading, but, so far down inside him that
Vince wasn't able to taste any.  Vince had listened to Logan and made sure
Earl ate enough to fully recharge his balls.  It sure worked, Earl has been
pumping him for what seems like five minutes and shows no sign of slacking.
Vince has come a few times himself, but only spoonfuls compared to Earl's
quarts.  Finally, Earl fills him up again and each shot he feels racing
down Earl's prick to his stomach is matched by an equal squirt out his ass.
Fortunately, the seal with his throat is tight enough to prevent it from
backing up and he can still inhale around the shaft.
      Wang spots the cum flowing from Vince, and scoots in between his legs
to drink it while its still warm.  Don gets on top and drives his dick up
Wang's ass.  In a few more minutes all the guys are lost in their sexual
play and round two is well underway.
      A few hours later, the boys are winding down from round three which
took place in the hot tub.  Relaxing in the water, now cloudy from all the
cum mixed in it, they ease down from the night of pleasure.  Vince is
sleeping against Earl's chest, his legs splayed over Earl's thick thighs
and Earl's, still partially stiff dick up his ass.  Wang is still bouncing
on Don's dick with seemingly limitless energy.  His talented ass has milked
Don's latest orgasm out for over half an hour while every few minutes his
own dong spurts, recycling some of love juice he's been drinking all night.
Don is dazed and exhausted as, eyes closed, he is focused on the pleasure
radiating through his body.
      Logan is sitting on Mike's stiff pole, now quiet.  His back is
resting on Mike's chest as Mike's 42 inch arms enfold his body.  He feels
so safe and secure in Mike's massive embrace.
      "Wonderful party, Doc," observes Mike.  "I know we're going to have
lots of fun living here."  He flexes his mighty shaft inside Logan's guts
for emphasis.

The End