Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 03:38:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Boston Guy <bostonbigboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Enlargement - part 05

Note for readers: This is an adult homosexual male
erotic fiction story which describes fictional sexual
activity between consenting persons. Readers under the
age of legal adulthood in their place of residence or
who are not interested in homosexual erotic fiction or
who reside in locations where posession of this
material is not legal should please stop reading here.
Thank you.

The contents of this story are entirely fictional. Any
resemblance to any actual persons is strictly
accidental. Description of sexual activity involving
underage persons is also entirely fictional and
depicts consentual acts in a fictional environment in
which laws have been changed to reflect fictionally
changed societal mores. The author in discourages and
does not condone unlawful and/or nonconsentual sexual
activity.

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Enlargement chapter 5: Five Years Later

---

The total GID conversion of humanity had, of course,
huge societal implications. 

The nearly 100% divorce rate had of course immediately
overwhelmed all the divorce courts. Only a few
religious radicals tried to remain married to opposite
gender spouses after Phase 4, and even most of them
gave up fairly quickly. The public at large tended to
look on them with derision and pity, as if viewing
someone who is obviously slightly insane but not
harmfully so. Breakups were less acrimonious than
would otherwise have been expected, since couples
didn't have any particular reason to hate each other,
they just suddenly found themselves no longer
attracted to each other. Many formerly married couples
managed to remain friends.

Most governments fairly quickly decided that the only
reasonable reaction was to declare that all
heterosexual marriages were now legally ended, and
start setting up special laws and agencies to provide
legal assistance to formerly married couples in
separating their posessions, finances, and homes.
Relocation bureaus helped match prospective roommates
for temporary residence until people could select
permenent residences. Women tended to spend a few
weeks or months getting to know a lot of people, then
make some choices and settle down. Men tended to just
settle in wherever they were placed and stay for at
least a few years: if they weren't having regular sex
with their roommates, when they weren't at work they
were probably too busy having sex with someone (or
many someones) else to actually see enough of their
roommates to care who the roommates were.

It soon became clear that new types of housing were
required. Women seemed to want fairly traditional
houses with an increased number of full size bedrooms,
and tended to set up house in little communal
arrangements of several devoted couples. However, this
tended to require modification of existing houses to
add bedrooms or enlarge existing ones. Men seemed to
be drifting toward wanting simple, spartan quarters
with a number of small individual mens' bedrooms for
storing clothes and personal items and a small bed for
the rare times they wanted or needed to sleep and do
so alone, and a few shared rooms for cooking, eating,
TV (usually only used for news these days since there
were more fun things to do with free time), and a nice
big, padded, easily cleaned room for group (or paired
off) sex.

These architectural changes required a lot of
construction work. Meanwhile, some other industries,
like movies and TV, were suffering rather badly from
lack of mens' interest, and some, like porn and condom
manufacturers, were basically closing entirely. This
created a flow of available workers onto the market.
Recognizing the need for, essentially, reworking all
existing housing to meet new demand, construction
unions took on and trained many new members, and
government housing bureaus tended to supply plenty of
construction contracts to help individuals set up
appropriate housing for their new lifestyles. Of
course, this meant that taxes rose temporarily, but
since almost everyone was moving toward group housing,
cost of living actually dropped. 

---

It had been one year since the group house had been
built and Steve and all his buddies and all their
buddies had moved in. At 137 men, it was the largest
mens' home in their rural town. Steve was often one of
the first home, as the insurance brokerage he worked
for was only a few miles down the road. Ditching his
suit in his room - little more than a closet with a
twin bed, really - he strolled toward the kitchen,
wearing only a light wrap designed to hold his Cock up
off the floor and keep him clean during cooking. Being
one of the first home, he often helped out with the
cooking. After all, the sooner dinner was cooked and
eaten, the sooner everyone got to the playroom.

Dinner for 137 plus invited guests was actually pretty
easy, since it was a nightly event: the house had
simply bought a complete set of industrial kitchen
equipment. So, between equipment and manpower, it was
just as quick and easy for them to make a dozen pans
of lasagna, pots of spaghetti, trays of steaks, or
anything else as it would be for any old-style
household to make dinner for 6... perhaps easier. The
House Elder was a formerly retired three star chef - a
lucky catch for them - and the house members had
decided that even though he was perfectly able to
return to work thanks to GID, he should be able to his
days off and enjoy his golden years. He, in turn,
loved to plan meals - much easier than running a
restaurant because he didn't have to make a different
dish for every man - and exercise his creativity in
the kitchen. His usual procedure was to get the meal
started and then hand off the work to volunteers as
they came home and drifted into the kitchen. So, as
Steve walked in, he got put to work saucing pork ribs,
which someone else then put on the grill. In about 15
minutes his part of the work was done and he was sent
off with thanks. He popped back to his room to ditch
the wrap he was wearing and, Cock in hand, went to the
TV room to catch the evening news. 

He ended up on one of the sofas with a few buddies,
with their legs all tangled together, slowly jacking
each other's cocks... jacking together was fun, and
probably as intense as it should get before dinner:
fucking before dinner was socially acceptable now, of
course, but most guys got to feel frustrated if they
had to stop fucking to go eat, so best not to start
that until they'd eaten. The news was kinda boring...
this and that war had officially come to an end by
treeaty after fighting had actually ended five years
ago, a religious womens' group was trying to ban the
weekend sex festivals in the park but the police and
city council had told them that trying to ban men from
having sex was like trying to ban men from breathing
but that perhaps some womens' parks could be created,
a company had just released a new wheeled product
designed to help dwarves and other little people carry
around their giant Cock, now often almost as long as
they were tall, and there was a bill in the state
legislature to double funding for schools. That's
good, Steve approved of good schools. Damn these guys
next to him had nice legs, and they were good at
jacking him too. But, the dinner bell sounded, and
everyone got up to pull something back on to keep
clean during dinner. 

Dinner was delicious as always. Some guys who had
arrived too late to help out with the cooking were
collecting the dishes to put them in the dishwashers -
the pots and pans were already being cleaned while
everyone ate - and everyone else went to the playroom,
dumping their wraps in a barrel by the door. All
clothes in the house were labeled, some guys would
dump them in the big industrial laundry machines the
house owned before leaving for work in the morning,
and they'd be distributed to their owners' rooms by
other volunteers in the late afternoon during the
cooking.

The biggest room of the house, it had an inflatable
padded floor with a waterproof surface, sloping gently
to one side where there were drains all along the
wall, sprinklers on the ceiling, and a plastic curtain
that could cover the door. Each morning after everyone
left the playroom for the big gang showers to enjoy
humping away for half an hour while covered with soap,
the playroom would be set to its self-cleaning cycle,
which would wash away all the cum splattered
everywhere from the previous night's sex. Even though
cum was now desirable and delicious to all men,
inevitably with so much of it being shot so often
spots of it would slowly get all over the floor, so it
was important the playroom be cleaned daily, and of
course it was easiest to build it to be self-cleaning.

The house also had quite a few fuck chairs for the
playroom, designed to support two men as one rode the
other's Cock, but they were in the big playroom closet
tonight: it was wednesday, which was lights-out night
in this house, so there would be no furniture to trip
over in the playroom. The floor would start out
deflated so the men could fuck standing up, and after
three hours would be inflated so they could fuck
laying down.

A few guys had already paired off with a special
favorite lover or two or three and formed small groups
in the far corner, already starting to fuck, but most
guys were just milling about, slowly jacking. A minute
or two later, the last of the men in the house arrived
in the room and touched some controls by the door,
which lowered the lights throughout the house to a dim
glow, lowered the house heat in the common areas to
save energy, closed the door on the playroom, and
turned up the playroom heat slightly. While the heat
of 137 bodies would mostly keep the fairly heavily
insulated and windowless playroom warm, it was best to
ensure nobody would have to deal with heat during the
night. The alarm for the next morning was set, and the
lights of the playroom went out, plunging the men into
pitch darkness.

The house rule for lights-out night was, if you want
to have sex with anyone in particular, you pair off
with them before the lights go out and go play in the
opposite corner, or go take them to your room for the
night. Everyone else was to mill about in the crowd
for a few minutes so you wouldn't have any idea who
was around you, and then when he felt ready the House
Elder would give the signal to start fucking. Steve
found this procedure to be incredibly sexy as the
crowd moved around, touching each other, and he felt a
hairy pec... a muscled arm... a big hand sliding
across his ass... a shoulder brushes against his
chest, and its owner pauses to lick his nipple before
moving on... a Cock slides all the way across his
chest, its owner shoving a tongue into his mouth on
the way by... someone's furry ass bumps into his...
and the voice of the House Elder calls out "Commence
fucking!" 

Reaching out to feel around him, Steve found an ass
just to his right, so he backed up slightly to give
him room to guide the head of his Cock into it. Slowly
he buried himself in the ass to the hilt, and as the
throbbing and tightness of the hot ass began to try to
milk him of his cream he reached down to feel who he
was fucking... hmm, smooth, slim, nice muscled arms...
could be a number of the men in the house. Could also,
in fact, be his own 17 year old son Jason, which added
to the thrill. They'd never actually found themselves
lost in fucking with each other when the lights came
up in the morning after a lights-out night, but he
supposed that as long as they stayed in the same group
house it would eventually happen someday, and for that
matter they'd almost certainly jacked off, humped,
licked, felt each other up, maybe even fucked in the
anonymous dark at some time already... but without
proof, they didn't need to consider it: many guys
liked lights-out night entirely *because* it was a
crowd of anonymous, nameless bodies to use and be used
by, so it was socially accepted that anyone who didn't
identify himself in the dark wasn't to be assumed to
be anyone in particular. Whoever it was Steve was
fucking, his ass was tight and hot and throbbed and
squeezed and sent waves of happiness through Steve.
Steve was particularly loving this one, he was really
an amazing fuck.

Behind him, a hand brushed by, felt his ass, and
whoever it was turned and began sliding his Cock into
Steve's ass. Steve *loved* the feeling of it sliding
in, filling him up, making him complete. Mmm, this one
had a slight twist to the left... GID didn't introduce
any turning or curving into the Cock when it made it
enormous, but if there was any there already it
perpetuated it, so this top's Cock twisted slightly
along its length. Hmm. Not too many guys in the house
had a Cock like that... and this man was actually
fucking him, not just burying the Cock in him and
letting the Cock and ass do their magic, as most guys
did...

"Yeah man, take it..." the top whispered in Steve's
ear... "I love to fuck you, you're so tight" and a
chuckle. Yes, it must be Scott. Blond, smooth, with a
beautifully muscled chest and a happy, boyish face,
Scott was one of the men who Steve was most attracted
to in the group house. Of course, Scott was one of the
men who everyone else was most attracted to in the
group house as well, so he generally had his choice of
sex partners for the night. Come to think of it
though, Steve had had Scott's Cock buried in him
fairly often lately... and it felt soooo gooooooood...
"I knew it was you from the fur on your ass," Scott
said, "it feels different from all the other guys." 

Steve's head reeled from the ecstasy of having his
Cock buried in the ass of the unknown guy in front of
him, and Scott's Cock fucking deep inside him. The
pleasure was too intense, he was soon lost to rational
thought for a while, not from drugs yet - the house
rule was, no poppers for the first hour and a half of
sex - but just from being overwhelmed by the
sensations of pleasure rushing through his body. His
cock being squeezed and massaged and milked by the ass
in front of him, so tight and hot, perhaps the best
ass he'd fucked yet... his nipples and chest brushing
against the soft smooth skin of the unknown man's
back... his arms wrapped around the man's slim form
and his hands moving over the unknown man's muscled
chest, feeling his six-pack and fondling his nipples
and wondering if it was Jason and yet glad he didn't
know... and from behind, Scott's beautiful, muscled
arms wrapped around him and fondling his chest...
Scott's Cock pounding the inside of his ass... and
Scott's breath, hot on the back of his neck. 

He came several times, felt Scott cum inside of him
several times, felt the tight squeeze on his Cock as
the guy he was fucking came several times, and lost
track of time until there was a soft tone, and a
minute later bottles of poppers were being handed
around, so it must be an hour and a half now. Someone
nudged his arm and handed him one, and he felt Scott
take one hand off of his chest to take one too.
Quickly, before Scott could get any ideas, Steve
decided he had to know about the guy he was fucking,
so he opened the bottle he had taken and put it in the
nose of the guy on his Cock. "Yeeessssssss," he heard
the guy hiss, as the guy snorted a hit... two...
threee... and then the guy moaned slightly. The guy
would be good and stupid by now. Jason had a small
mole behind his left ear, and if it was him Steve
didn't want him to remember feeling as Steve touched
to see if it was there... and it was. Oh my god, he
was fucking his own son. He felt it was wrong, but yet
they had both understood it was possible when Jason
chose to join the mens' house with him, and at the
same time it was exciting precisely because it was
taboo, slightly so even now after GID had transformed
the men of Earth. 

He wondered if he should pull his Cock out of his
son's hot tight ass, and push the boy away so he
wouldn't find his father fucking him in the morning,
but Scott chose that moment to shove a bottle of
poppers in his nose, and just as he was inhaling no
less, so he didn't get to stop to think before
snorting in a hit. "I want to talk to you in the
morning," Scott whispered in his ear as Steve exhaled
his first hit, "because I've had my eye on you for a
year now, and I've got a crush on you. I think you
like me too, and I'd like us to be primary lovers.
Don't worry about it now. Let the poppers take you.
We'll talk in the morning..." and at that, Steve's
mind gave way as the pounding and pressure of the
poppers took him over for the night. Scott took a few
moments to savor the feeling of fucking this man he
felt he might be in love with, wondering in amazement
that only a few years ago he had a young wife but now
she seemed a million miles away and this hairy man was
the center of his world. Remarkable. He put the bottle
to his nose and inhaled deeply, enjoying the feelings
of losing control. As he felt himself slipping away
completely to the thrall of the sex and the drug, he
put the cap back on the bottle, put his arms around
Steve, and rested his head against Steve's back.

In the morning, the lights would come up, the men
would come down from their high, and they'd go to the
gang showers to soap up and hump before preparing
breakfast. And Steve would have a lot to think about.

---

Human reproduction was now a more complicated issue,
as men and women no longer desired each other and,
anyway, their anatomy would no longer fit each other.
While a few more totalitarian governments toyed
unsuccessfully with trying to force sperm donations
and paternity, most had to accept that men only wanted
fatherhood on their terms. More agencies were set up
to help match up people of opposite genders who wanted
children, but this didn't work out too well either at
first. In the end, it was determined that people not
only had to be able to determine if they wanted
children, but the terms on which they wanted them.
Some people wanted to reproduce but then only have
occasional visits with their child. Other people
wanted to be a full time parent. Some were willing to
reside near or in the same building with the other
parent of their child. Others wanted to live
separately and have a time-sharing arrangement over
the child. A few even were willing to donate sperm or
give birth, but only with no strings attached. Laws
had to be changed to allow parenting contracts
specifying exactly what rights and responsibilities
regarding the future child the opposite gender people
would have, allowing people more flexibility in their
reproductive choices. Agreements including the
stipulation "if it's a boy the father will take
custody, if it's a girl the mother will take custody"
were common, although not universal. To encourage
further procreation, laws were also created allowing
men and women to choose to have a baby but accept no
responsibility, with the child being raised communally
in a public care center, and the parents only having
visits when they wanted to. Parents having children in
this manner could later choose to accept
responsibility for the care of their child, and many
did, but it was a useful way of encouraging people to
make a genetic contribution to the species who
otherwise didn't want the trouble of caring for an
infant.

Upon reaching puberty, boys would undergo the full GID
changes within a day, which was of couse quite an
intense experience for a boy to have as he went from a
small endowment between his legs and no particular
sexual interests to having an enormous piece of man
meat and an uncontrollable desire for men within
hours. It became the new male rite of passage, and
when the changes set in a boy's male family members
and a few of their friends would usually turn the day
into a party for him. Teen sons of family friends,
and/or the boy's friends who had already undergone
puberty, would volunteer to take turns satisfying his
suddenly uncontrollable sexual desires, which were
particularly insatiable for the first week or so. Also
at this time, if the boy had been living with his
mother, that arrangement would now be, in practice and
legally, over, since he would find it overly sexually
frustrating to live with his new libido in a mostly
female environment, and they probably wouldn't enjoy
having an overly randy teen boy around much either. He
would therafter see his mother for short but cordial
frequent visits. If his father had agreed to provide
housing to the boy in his teen years as part of the
paternity contract, or had since become willing to
provide housing to the boy anyway, and the boy wanted
to, he could join the father's living group. If not,
he would join a teen boys' group home. 

---

Tom was 11 and slightly pudgy. Everyone knew puberty
could hit that early, they'd learned it two years ago
in their health class lessons on the changes their
bodies would be undergoing soon, but he didn't expect
he'd be the slightly early one. But, as he ran through
the playground with his buddies during recess, he
started feeling tinglings in his privates and a
tightness to his underwear. He'd been cautioned very
strongly that he should report this immediately, so he
did and the teacher sent him to the school nurse. The
nurse asked him to drop his drawers, and with one
glance he smiled and told Tom to sit down and enjoy,
today was his puberty day and he'd be having a party.
Tom was a little bit frightened - you know the stories
the other boys tell, of course, about cocks that never
stop growing, or asses that get big enough to take a
car - but the nurse seemed so relaxed and happy as he
called Tom's parents, Tom felt slightly reassured. His
parents dropped everything and quickly arrived at
school, his dad first to give him a hug and
congratulate him, followed by his mom. She was a
little sad that he wouldn't be staying with her any
more, but put on a happy face and gave him a big kiss
on the cheek as she congratulated him as well,
reminding him that while he'd be staying with his dad
now, she'd see him several times a week as soon as
Puberty had passed, and he could call her any time.
His dad told him to just take the pants all the way
off, they'd get him new ones later... Tom looked down
and saw that his dick wouldn't fit into his undies any
more anyway, and come to think of it the extra weight
on his belly was disappearing rapidly. With that they
took him outside and put him in his dad's car. He
watched as his parents talked for a moment and hugged
- they'd stayed close friends after GID broke up their
marriage - and then his dad drove him to his new home
at the mens' home. He'd been there before, but only
for pizza and videos on saturday afternoons when the
weather was bad.

"I called your older friends' parents on the way to
the school," his dad explained, "so they'll be
arriving shortly after us. Don't you worry about a
thing. Uncle Richard is getting food now, too." It
hadn't occurred to Tom to worry about food or who was
showing up, he was more concerned about what he would
look like, what he would feel... what he would BE when
GID was done altering him into, well, whatever it was
that post-pubescent boys were these days. A couple of
his slightly older friends and their older brothers,
not more than a couple years older than him, had
undergone the change already and they had become
strange, incomprehensible beings, always staring at
each other and the other boys around their age with
funny little grins, always rushing home to their mens'
homes or teen boys' homes after school instead of
staying to play sports... and those cocks, those huge
cocks, he couldn't understand how they could live with
those, they seemed like such an inconvenience. Now
he'd have to find out. His own had already grown
substantially and was giving him squirmy feelings he
felt a growing desire to somehow relieve.

As they entered the mens' home, a man he didn't know
approached to tell them they could use playroom 3 for
as long as they wanted. Tom didn't know the man, but
couldn't help noticing his nice muscular chest,
covered with thick brown fur that Tom longed to bury
his face in and lick the man's nipples... whoa, where
had that come from? He'd never thought about anything
like that before... and the man noticed Tom noticing
him, and smiled as Tom and his dad left for the
playroom.

In the playroom, his dad guided Tom to a special soft
chair designed for sex, one of many new pieces of
furniture designed for the purpose in the last few
years. This one would allow him to relax and recline
slightly while spreading his legs to expose his dick
and ass. His dad helped him find a comfortable
position in the chair, relieved him of his remaining
clothes, and got a bottle of lube from a shelf,
squirting a small blob onto Tom's growing dick and
suggesting Tom could stroke it until his friends
arrived. Tom was reluctant, but with his father's calm
encouragement he began to stroke, and felt *so* much
better as he realized he'd needed to do this for
hours. He felt a little embarassed doing this in front
of anyone, but his father kept looking into his eyes
and telling him to relax and enjoy it, everything
would be fine.

"Uncle" Richard, formerly his dad's best buddy from
college and now his dad's primary lover, came in with
an armload of stuff, and congratulated him on his
Puberty as he set up a small folding table next to
Tom's chair and began to set out food. At the sight of
potato chips, ice cream, fruit, and meat, Tom suddenly
felt ravenous and started to reach for food. "No," his
father told him, "that's our job. You just sit back
and enjoy yourself, tell us what you want and we'll
feed you." And with that, they sat down around him and
stuffed him with anything he wanted as he sat back and
stroked his growing cock. He'd need lots of food to
fuel not only himself, but also the nanobots which
would be changing his body, constructing muscle and
Cock for him at a furious pace in the coming hours.

Just as he was finally starting to feel - at least for
the moment - full, a shout of "TOM!" went up as his
friends Chris and Mike tumbled happily into the room.
They were friends from school, and despite that they
were a year older than him, the three of them had
always been inseparable until, within the last few
months, Chris and Mike had each had their Puberty. As
it happened, each had stopped hanging out after school
and on weekends, and Tom was feeling very left out,
confused by their behavior, and a bit scared of this
Puberty thing that would make people change so much.

As the boys stripped, Dad and Richard excused
themselves to leave the three alone for a while,
making sure Tom knew they'd be checking in regularly
to make sure he was staying fed. 

Chris and Mike seated themselves straddling Tom's
legs, with their massive cocks resting on his
shoulders, and began stroking his growing cock for
him. It wasn't that Tom was exactly surprised by this
- after all, he knew from his lessons in school that
they were here to help him through Puberty by having
sex with him to satisfy his soon-to-be insatiable
desires - but having never before been actually
touched sexually, it was an unaccustomed feeling to
have two giant throbbing cocks resting on his
shoulders, two hands stroking his cock and balls for
him, and his two best friends sitting naked in his lap
smiling down at him. Funny how he'd never noticed how
perfectly beautiful their faces and chests were
before... he found himself reaching up to touch their
nippes as they leaned in to put their arms around him
and each other so they could hump their cocks
together. As their tongues came together in their
first joint kiss as a trio, he realized that Puberty
was going to be all right: it wasn't just that they'd
soon be united by their cocks impaling him and his
them, but rather that they'd always been united by
their friendship, and now that they would come
together in unimaginable pleasure every night, they
always would be. Chris and Mike would have to go back
to school in the morning, and other boys would take
shifts being excused from school to keep Tom occupied
during the days for the next week while his
out-of-control sexual desires held control of him, but
he knew that every night Chris and Mike would be with
him, and he'd be spending his nights in their arms for
as long as they lived.

Outside the room, all three boys' dads stepped away
from the door they'd been peering in, and there was
much shaking of hands and patting of backs. Clearly
the boys' bond was going to last. They had an hour
before Tom's dad and "uncle" needed to be back to make
sure Tom was keeping himself fed for the
transformation... just enough time to start a little
bit of male bonding between the fathers... in playroom
2.

---

It soon became clear that the birth rate would never
be the same as what it was before, although it
eventually stabilized at a high enough level to ensure
the continuity of humanity. No one was ever sure if
this had been designed into the nanobots to ensure the
perpetuation of the species, or a lucky accident. The
Engineer had not revealed himself and attempts to
determine the origin of GID hadn't been able to narrow
it down further than "the New York area", so he wasn't
telling.

This would create, for eight to ten decades, a
relatively high ratio of older to younger people.
Fortunately, thanks to the health-maintenance aspects
of GID, older people now tended to be able to be
active and productive until they experienced a fairly
sudden, relatively painless death with no lingering
suffering, so they didn't require much of the massive
family or public expendatures on health care to
maintain the elderly that were previously required.

As their bodies were now visually rejuvinated by GID,
the elderly no longer appeared as unattractive,
wrinkled old prunes, but rather as dignified,
handsome, fit, attractive members of society who just
happened to be older and have more experience. The
elderly were, therefore, generally welcomed into
living groups as a kind of "senior member" and found
themselves enjoying sexual adventures they had thought
were long past them.

---

Grandpa was getting ready to cum. Waves of intense
pleasure crashed through him as his cock was squeezed
and massaged by the incredible tight ass of the boy
riding it. The boy was 18, the youngest member of the
household, having just joined the living group two
weeks ago upon departing a teen boys' group residence
shortly after his high school graduation. Grandpa was
78, but had the body of a well worked-out 25 year old,
except with soft grey body hair instead of brown,
weathered-looking skin, and a distinguished, rather
than youthful face. Overall it made him an imposing,
and much admired, figure to look at, and the boy was
very eager about servicing his elders in the playroom,
so grandpa didn't mind that the boy was actually
younger than his own grandsons. 

The moment finally came, and he moaned loudly in
almost a scream of continuous pleasure as he rode the
wave of orgasm, which took longer than he'd ever known
before as he felt his massive load of cum pumped all
the way up the length of his huge tool and erupt into
the boy's ass. As the last of it was deposited and he
felt his cock soften in the boy for the 30 or 40
seconds of downtime it would get between fucks, he
heaved in his breath, breaking away for a moment from
the lips of the frantically kissing boy in his lap.
God, the boy was beautiful. Everything a man could
want in a boy to play with, he was slim and boyish of
figure yet just muscled enough to have a little
definition, with soft skin that looked smooth and
creamy, and firey red hair gently spiked on his head.
So beautiful... so fuckable... and grandpa felt
himself hardening again inside the boy, and at the
feeling of it the boy shot his load in their faces.
Fresh cum... it smelled soooooo gooooood, and they
both licked it up eagerly. He remembered once thinking
his own cum smelled bad when he stroked off, back when
he had a wife and had stopped having sex because as
they'd grown old she lost interest, and couldn't
imagine how he could ever have thought that. Mmm, the
boy was already getting hard again from the two of
them licking at his cockhead. Nice.

Other members of the living group were drifting into
the playroom, smiling as they saw him gently fucking
the boy as the boy's ass worked its magic. Several
paused to kiss him and/or the boy deeply on their way
into the room. Some were already pairing up to fuck,
others were just hugging and humping together with
several men, waiting for the rest to arrive. Frank was
away on a business trip for the week, no doubt
spending his nights with his ass filled with the cocks
of all the men in the transient mens' sex club if he
hadn't been taken home by one of his clients first. 
Jack had brought home a coworker to play for the
night, who was already starting to fuck him. Grandpa
felt a goateed face kissing his lower back, knew that
Alex had arrived, and with a smile he moved to a
kneeling position - with a moment's happy thought that
his arthtiris was gone, allowing him to do it - so he
could be entered as he continued fucking the boy.

Alex moved away for a moment to set the alarm on the
wall to have them all conscious by 7am, and pushed the
buttons. The curtain closed over the doorway, and a
device in the ceiling hissed poppers into the air of
the room. How had he managed to live 73 years without
discovering poppers before GID came along? He loved
the feeling of the gas taking him, as he breathed in
hit after hit and it forced all thought out of his
mind, leaving him a happy animal, fucking a beautiful
boy as an enormous cock slid into his own ass, filling
him with endless sensations of pleasure and
fulfillment. It was good to be the House Elder. Life
had never been so good.

---

Large standing armies started to seem fairly useless.
Men tended not to be very interested in fighting each
other any more: strong disagreements tended to end in
wild sex followed shortly by a compromise agreement
and more wild sex. Also, the frequent battles over
religion that had plagued the earth for thousands of
years largely vanished as men tended to lose interest
in religion in favor of obsessive interest in sex. The
few male religions that cropped up were almost
entirely flimsy excuses to worship cock, and then of
course actually have "ritual" sex, and were largely a
method of self-justification for men with emotional
problems adjusting to their new desires, by allowing
them to tell themselves they hadn't become gay so much
as they had changed religion.

---

The Engineer's employer had, ironically, reassigned
him to study the new bodily structures created by GID.
As he had designed them in the first place, he could
write out remarkably accurate "research" results...
with just an appropriate margin of error added for
realism... freeing up much more of his time on his own
research work. He was working on plans for another
series of nanobots. This batch wouldn't make obvious
external changes. The engineer wanted to cure
allergies, asthma, and cancer. While he was at it, he
was unhappy about the decline in culinary standards
among men: since men now mostly wanted to come home,
wolf some food down, and then spend the rest of the
night having sex, most men were moving toward bland,
microwavable food, but the Engineer liked real food
with real flavor. So, as an incentive to eat French
food, men altered by the new line of nanobots would
get very stoned on vichyssoise, and would find that
meals containing a combination of butter, wine, and
shallots would now be mildly hallucinogenic in a
pleasant and erotic way.  The Engineer felt pleased
with this concept... It should get men interested in
tastier food, followed by them getting even more
stupid for the night and having lots of sex. Just what
he always wanted.