Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 22:43:12 -0500
From: John Bludgeon <ijrge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part 4 of the Force of Nature series

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The story involves M/M, M/M/F (Sort of), and fantasy
elements.

The couple has broken, and John is left alone to his own
devices.  With his new found power, he explores his more
open sexuality, makes new friends and changes relations with
people he knew.

                       Force of Nature
            Chapter IV : College Extracurricular

     What remained of the semester had a few perks.  With
class ending in the later half of December, what few weeks
that were left, I made new acquaintances.  After learning my
own power, I became unbound by society.  I wasn't afraid of
people knowing I was gay, half my hall already knew anyways,
and if they disapproved, they didn't know how to really hurt
me, anyhow.
     The college I was at was a little backwater, thereby
not attracting as many gay men, but when I found them, they
were more then friendly and often attractive.  While there,
I met several of my greatest allies, Paeter, Nicholi, and
Jeff.
     Paeter was the smarter one.  He majored in some
biological science, and, when he finished, he was near the
top of his class.  Nicholi was a bodybuilder with a face of
a pug.  He had the ugliest face of people I knew, but his
body towered over everyone.  He was somewhere in the four
hundred pound range with a built bear-chest and legs that
could make the baggiest pants look stretch-fit.  He was a
Russian descended genetic anomaly standing near seven feet
tall, and I've seen him have to walk through smaller doors
sideways.  Jeff has always been my link to the technical.  I
knew him before I knew he was gay.  He lived several rooms
down from my own, and I guess he had a crush on me from the
day I moved in.  He was a Computer Science major and an avid
gamer.  As a hobby he used to hack children's sites and put
up pornography.  I once asked him how good he was, and he
told me he was responsible for five hundred hacked sites.
The proof of his skill was that he was still here.


     Paeter was a lab partner of mine for some obscure
science class an advisor tricked me into.  We were paired
together early in the semester, and we got along so well
that we grouped together voluntarily the rest of it.
     He was a couple years older then myself, and he was
only taking it for credit filler, but he took the class
seriously.  While I found things interesting, he found it
fascinating.  I remember him going onto tangents about the
applications of some discovery or medical paper; while I
didn't really have the capacity to keep riveted.  What made
him such a great partner was that he knew how to do
everything.  Instead of two people bumbling in the dark,
there was Paeter, the teacher, and, I, his student.
     One particular lab study we had, I asked if he could
stay late and finish the project, so I wouldn't have to come
in the next day.  He said he couldn't because his boyfriend
was waiting for him.  I was stunned.  He was the first man
to ever openly admit being a homosexual to me, and he did it
without an ounce of shame.  I twitched at the word and
looked at him with amazement.  He smirked and asked if it
was a problem.  I hadn't yet been ready to come out, so I
just told him it wasn't my business to know or judge.
     "Is there something to judge?"  He asked with a
sardonic curious tone.
     "No, I was just saying, I don't think I'm in any
position to comment on other's lifestyle.  I don't think
there is anything wrong with being." I searched for the best
term, filtering out the common derogatory phrases,
"homosexual.  I don't put weight into any of the religious
discrimination, and I don't think it goes against nature.  I
mean there are plenty of animals that exhibit mixed.  Crap,
I don't care that's all."
     Paeter got a kick out of my attempted save and laughed
at me openly.  He had that cool candor about him.  He wasn't
uncomfortable in his own skin, like most of us are.  He
looked good, in his medium build, and he knew it, even
flaunted it.
     Paeter tapped my shoulder.  "I have to go.  See you
tomorrow."
     After Nick left, later that year, I told Paeter I was
gay, and then told him the edited version of my break up.
Paeter was surprised by it.  After finding that common
ground, we became very good friends.  I even met his lover a
number of times.



     Later, not more then three days after Nick left, my
neighbor's roommate left as well, and, on a Friday, when
Travis started to feel the emptiness like I had, he humbled
himself and walked over for a conversation.
     I heard the knock and strolled across the room without
my shirt on, zipper not fully closed either.  I peered
through the hole and saw Travis standing there.  As I opened
the door I asked Travis what was up.
     Travis's eyes swept swiftly down my body, and then he
turned away.  "I was just wondering what was up with you?"
     "Well Nick left."  I said mater-of-factly.
     "Yeah, I noticed.  You guys must have had the mother of
breakups."
     "Yeah."
     Travis was looking down the hall, away from me.  He was
frightened to look at me, even though I was mostly covered.
     I offered him to come in, but he asked if I could get
fully clothed first.  He was afraid people in the hall would
think he was gay, too.
     As lonely as I was, I caved to his request and quickly
finished my dressing, after which, he glanced up and down
the hall then entered.
     "What brings you over?"
     "I was bored."
     I sat down next to my computer and reclined in the
chair.  "So was I."
     Nick sat on the edge of my bunk, his legs were spread
out, and his body was hunched over in a very masculine,
hackles raised, fashion.  He was in a gay man's room, but he
wasn't going to put out any vibes of interest.  His brow was
stiff, and he was poised in his, imagined, gangster style
pose.
     "Where is your roommate?"  I asked Travis.
     "He put in a transfer about the same time Nick did.
Had he known there wouldn't have been anymore nightly faggot
fucking, he wouldn't have left."
     Halfheartedly I said, "Well that's to bad.  I should
have given you guys a heads up."
     "Naw, he was a stingy bastard anyways.  I just about
beat the shit out of him a couple times, you know?"
     I didn't know if he wanted an answer or not.  It seemed
rhetorical, but I said yeah anyways.
     There was silence for a while.
     I spoke up first.  "So why didn't you try to move,
too?"
     "Naw man, I can take it.  I'm not scared of two
queers."
     "Oh really?"  I remembered numerous derogatory
statements being flung at me from him in the past, and I
doubted his tolerance.
     "Yeah.  Anyways one of my boys goes that way, you
know?"  He flipped his arms around while saying it.
     This time with serious disbelief, "Really?"
     "Yeeeaah, man.  My guy Nicholi, biggest fucking brute
on the fucking campus, gives up some ass from time to time."
     My mind wandered back to our previous situations.  "Why
were you always pissed at me?"
     "Cause, you were always keeping up till four in the
fucking morning doing this."  He rocked the bed back and
forth a couple times, causing it to knock the wall.  Travis
suddenly looked at the closed door and asked, "Eh, man,
could you open the door.  I don't want anyone to think that
was us fucking or nothin'.  You know the sound and such."
     I opened the door and didn't see anyone looking towards
us.  "I think you're in the clear."
     Travis turned on the TV, while I walked back to the
computer.  He flipped it to some rap show and watched some
ladies flaunt their asses on the screen.  I had a nagging
feeling Travis wanted to ask something
     When he didn't say anything, I started playing on my
computer again.  We both indulged into our own world for
what were probably a couple hours, and I actually enjoyed
just having the presence of another.
     Travis suddenly got up and turned off the TV.
     "What's going on?"  I asked
     "I forgot, I'm going out with my boys," he pounded his
chest possessively a few times, "tonight to get all fucked
up.  Want to come along?"
     "Nope, alcohol doesn't sit well with me."
     "Eh man, I don't think alcohol always sits well with
anyone either, you know what I'm sayin'."
     I laughed a little at his joke, and said, "Yeah, but I
can't have any, or it's off to the hospital."
     "Shit man, that fucking sucks.  You can't have any?"
     "I'm allergic."
     "Well then just come along and hang out with us.
Nicholi is coming tonight, and I always feel bad cause he
just sits there and gets shit faced."
     I was feeling pretty bored, and what did I have to hide
from.  I could easily take care of myself now, so
reluctantly I agreed.
     Travis seemed genuinely pleased and had a big stupid
grin working.  He started to walk out the room, when his
smile dropped off, and he closed the door, mostly, instead
of walking out it.
     "Eh man, there was something I wanted to ask you."
     "Anything.  What do you want to know?"
     "On this one show, I heard some survey shit about gay
men having big dicks, and I once accidentally saw Nicky's
dick, and it was fucking huge."  He gestured a member being
over a foot long, a probable exaggeration.  "I was wondering
if you guys do something to. you know?"  He shrugged his
shoulders and gestured to his crotch.  "Do something to make
it bigger?"
     I smiled and chuckled a little.  Travis became very
self-conscious and kind of angry.  "Don't fucking tell
anybody I'm asking you this, or I swear to God I'll beat the
shit out of you!"
     "Did you try asking Nicholi about it?"
     "Naw, I can't go asking my friends.  They'll fucking
joke about it in public."
     "I wont, and about the dick thing, I don't think there
is any underground knowledge past along through the gay
population.  The gay man big dick thing is likely just a
statistical anomaly.  Give it five years and it'll probably
go the other way."
     He nodded with disappointment and started opening the
door again.
     "But, I can help you."  I blurted out.
     The door closed, and he pivoted towards me with a
hopeful look on his face.  The look quickly disappeared, and
he asked why I thought HE needed help.
     "Well if you don't need help, then."
     "What is it?"  He interrupted then sat down on my bed.
     I stood up and walked over to my dresser.  "It's a
cream I found.  It helps quite a bit."  I reached into my
dresser, like I was looking for something.  From the palm of
my hand, I created a three-inch sphere looking bottle, and a
cap to fit on the top.  I produced a white gel, and imbued
it with the desired properties.  The gel flowed into the
bottle, and I capped off its content.  "Just put this on
your thing each night, and it'll grow."  I showed him the
bottle.
     "How fast does this shit work?"
     "Depends on the person, but usually quick."
     "Is that going to be enough?"
     "Depending on how thick yours is already, I'd say you'd
get a little over two inches or more."
     "How much of that stuff can you get?"
     I was getting curious.  "How bad off are you?"
     Travis became defensive, and his brow shifted to a
disgusted angry pose. "Shit, me?  I'm all the man I need to
be, man.  This is for a friend."
     I shook my head. "Ok whatever, how bad off is he?"
     "He's average, I think.  I mean I don't know, not like
I looked, but he wanted to be big."  His voice was
sputtering with insecurity.
     "Then this should do."  I tossed the bottle to him.
     He rubbed his head.  "Shit."  He looked over at the
window and made sure the shutters were closed.  "This isn't
going to be enough."
     "If you're average, this will give you eight or nine
inches.  What more do you want?"
     "You can't tell anybody."  He said standing up.
     "What?"
     Travis threw back the bottle and undid his pants buckle
and lowered his pants to down his thighs.  His shirt covered
his groin.  He pulled his shirt up and to the side, and a
dick, no bigger then a cocktail-weenie, jiggled lose in my
apartment, with a pair of marbles backing it.
     I looked at him sympathetically and said, "You're
saying you need more."
     He just blushed and put back on his pants.
     I turned back around and changed the bottle to a three-
inch wide cylinder, about six inches long.  I widened the
top so the opening was as wide as the container itself and
adjusted the top to fit accordingly.  I filled the bottle
with more gel, raising it to a quarter-inch of the top.  I
turned around and presented it to Travis.
     "Just take your dick and dip it in the container for a
half an hour.  If the level gets low you can dilute it with
water.  Keep doing it until your comfortable with its size
or you're out of gel."
     "How well does it work?"
     I said, "I guarantee it for the life of your dick, and
see this jar?"
     He nodded.
     "Well." I looked at it then down at his crotch.  I
shook the canister and smiled.
     Travis grabbed the bottle from my hand and cheesed
wildly.  "Thanks man.  Shit you're my fucking brother if
this works."  He through a single arm around me and pulled
me against him for a second then stashed the container in a
pocket and left.
     I dressed up casually.  I made sure my hair was in the
right places and cleared away any peculiar smells from my
clothing.  After a while, I heard a muffled sound of Travis
yelling his disbelief.  A few minutes later, I heard a
shower running in the communal bathroom, and, another half
an hour later, I heard a nock on my door.
     Travis stood at my entryway, smiling, with a friend who
looked too big to fit through my door.  Travis strutted in;
I'd describe it as pelvicly.  He seemed to assert his crotch
ahead of himself, as he moved, just a little more then he
used to.  There was a bulge there, though, and I knew he had
used my stuff.
     "John, this is Nicholi."
     A bear paw reached out to greet me, which I tried to
shake, but my hand could barely get around it.
     "Hi."  I said.
     A double bass voice greeted me back.  It was like a
subwoofer was speaking to me.
     Nicholi walked in, stooping and turning sideways to do
so.  After getting over his proportions, seven feet tall by,
probably, three feet wide, and two feet deep, at the chest,
I got a good view of his face.  He looked like a man who had
been in to many fights.  His nose was crooked and grin
missed some teeth.  His general complexion was marred with
pockmarks, various folds and bone structure combinations,
which came together very displeasingly.  I felt as though he
probably bulked up to avoid harassment.

     We arrived at the bar with about six people total.
Travis and a few other friends ran out onto the dance floor
and started wrangling in any women who smiled at them.
Nicholi and I sat down at a booth, and he ordered a pitcher
of beer and proceeded to drink it all by himself.
     After Nicholi started talking, he turned out to be a
very charismatic man.  He had a demeanor that just made me
relax.  Nicholi grew up in Chicago.  He used to be a fat
zitty kid, who was constantly getting abused.  When he got
to junior high, he took advantage of the weight room.  By
the time he got to high school, no one would touch him, and
by the time he got to college, people were frightened to
talk to him.
     After about the third pitcher, he started talking to me
about stereotypes.  Gay men thought he was the kind of man
who would kill them, if they approached him in any sexual
way, and he was very lonely because of it.  When he felt
depressed, he lifted, and after lifting, he inevitably got
bigger and scarier, so it was a destructive cycle.

     An hour of talk passed.  We mused about how crappy his
friends danced, who was cute, who was not, what our lives
were like and a dozen other random things.  Nicholi was a
great guy.
     A peculiar irony, I noticed, was that, while his body
scared away men, he entranced women.  When some woman had
her fill of alcohol, she would stumble over and serenade
Nicholi.  Nicholi's disinterest eventually scared them away,
but one particular woman sat down and didn't leave.  She
just talked about herself.  When nothing happened, she
started talking about how much cock she could take.  I saw
Nicholi's cheeks blush at the proposition.  She scooted
over, reeking of liquor, and placed her hand over Nicholi's
crotch.  As her hand scooped through his crotch, her eyes
widened with astonishment.  Nicholi looked at her
seductively, then reached over and started feeling up my
crotch.
     Smiling, he said, "Taken.  Sorry."
     The woman fumed out of the room, while being followed
by several of her confused friends.  The interesting thing
was that Nicholi's hand didn't stop rubbing my crotch.  I
was starting to feel affected by it, too.
     When Nicholi's hand started rubbing against something
semi-hard, he stopped.
     Nicholi spoke over to me without looking, "Mind if we
leave?"
     I pulled on my jacket, and said, "Not at all."
     Nicholi coolly put on his jacket and walked over to
Travis, who was grinding up against a lady.  I saw Travis
nod and wink, and Nicholi walked back over to me and said,
"Let's go."

     I opened my door for Nicholi, and he squeezed in
sideways, while I pulled my key out of the door.  Oddly,
Nicholi didn't turn on the lights as he entered.  I flicked
them on, as I closed the door, and turned to see him with
his shirt already off and his pants unbuttoned
     "Why don't you leave them off?"  He asked smugly.
     I looked at his fur covered broad chest, and thin hairy
midriff, and nodded agreement.  The lights went back out,
and I fumbled my way to the bed, kicking my shoes off into
the darkness.  My hand brushed the bedpost, and then two
arms reached around my chest and lifted me into the air.
When I was lowered back down, a rod, as thick as my wrist,
slid between my legs.
     I wondered what I slid onto.  I felt around my back and
touched the hot velvety thing.  I recalled Travis's
exaggerated gesture of Nicholi's cock and wondered if it was
an exaggeration.  Sliding my palm up the length, I touched a
giant mushroom head and concluded he hadn't.
     Nicholi leaned back, and I was sat off his hips, kept
from sliding off by his giant prick.  The two paws reached
into my crotch, tearing my tucked shirt out my pants then up
over my head and undoing my pants and tearing them down over
my ass.
     Nicholi's burning dick touched against my bare crack,
and I could feel my pulse begin to race.  The bear then
threw me onto the bed and grabbed my pants by the ankle.
Swiftly he pulled at them, dragging me halfway off the bed
nearly with it.  I squirmed back onto the mattress.  The
whole bed shifted, as Nicholi crawled onto the bunk.  Fuzzy
hard muscle was then all over and around me.  I felt his
strong arm scoop under me, and lift me against him, his hard
dick pressed against my upper stomach.  Another hand rubbed
around me, and then both hands took turns holding and
feeling me.  Nicholi's fist sized cockhead strained between
us, and I felt slick precum slide and coat an area of my
stomach.
     Nicholi flipped us both over, so that I was now on top.
He pushed me into a sitting position, and I saw the
silhouette of his hand worked the head of his cock, pulling
the precum down along the shaft.  Travis really hadn't
exaggerated when gesturing Nicholi's cock size.  Nicholi
gave horses decent competition.  Standing hard, ribbed and
high, at a foot and a quarter, was Nicholi's cock, an
seemingly impossible length for a mortal man to take.
     I slicked my hands with fluid and started rubbing his
cock.  Nicholi sounded off approval with a baritone bellow
and shook me with several gyrations, which rocked me like a
rodeo rider off his legs.
     "What is that shit?  It feels great."
     "I keep some stuff by my bed."
     When his cock was completely slicked he dragged me back
down against his body.  With his giant wet cock lodged
between us, he began thrusting.  It was a wild sensation
feeling this thing wedge between us repeatedly.  I heard him
groan and then I was lifted again.  I was turned over, and
sat on the edge of the bed.  Nicholi straddled my rear,
pressed his cock along my spine and thrusting again.  I had
to steady myself against my knees to keep from being pushed
over by the rapid bucks.  Something slapped against the hair
on the back of my neck, then a warm splatter landed on my
back, and last a flow of warm jizz oozed down my spine along
Nicholi's pulsing cock.
     I exclaimed to Nicholi, "That was unreal!"  The comment
fell ironically on my brain as it worked over my experiences
with its meaning.
     I felt lips against the back of my head and a tongue
lapped at the moist goop stuck in my hair then the pool on
my back.  It stopped and I felt his voice shake me.
     "It's the only way I can do it.  Most people are just
too small for it."
     "I'm not."  I replied.
     A hand scooped under me and a thick digit fingered at
my hole.  "Maybe not, but I don't like taking chances."
     I felt the bed shift behind me, and Nicholi's dick
pulled off my back, and I heard it slap down on his belly.
A hand grabbed my hand and directed it over him then between
his legs.  The hand guided a finger to his hole then rubbed
the back of my hand.
     "Your turn."
     I rolled over and moved between his open legs, my cock
hard as stone.  I reached out and felt Nicholi's cock.  It
was still hard and begging attention.  The more I felt it,
the hornier the thought of it in me made me.  Nicholi pulled
me into his crotch, forcing my cock up against his balls.
He lifted his rear up and lowered his hole onto my cock.  I
entered him easily.  He then bucked on my cock rapidly.
     Having sex with Nicholi, I learned, was like being a
toy.  You didn't have control over your next action.  He
decided for you and resistance was impossible.  It was
humbling and amazingly exciting at the same time.
     He rode me for an hour, pushing me onto my back and
riding me vertically, standing me on my knees and him
bending and pressing against me, and many other positions.
     When Nicholi tried to throw me into his next position,
I threw him off his balance and toppled him to the floor,
belly first.  Nicholi laughed at the counterattack, and
started to stand up.  I scrambled beside him and pulled his
left hand support out from under him.  As he fell onto his
side, I pushed him the rest of the way over, so he was
sprawled belly up.  Nicholi reached out and tried to bear
hug me, but I pushed his hands out of the way.  I sat down
on his chest, my legs on both sides.
     His cock was hard again against the bottom of his
chest.  I felt my ass brush the head a couple times while we
struggled.  Nicholi managed to grab my wrist as I slid down
his chest, his cockhead lodged between my cheeks.
     "What do you think your doing?"  He chuckled.
     I pressed back and let my hole push against his cock.
"This."  I said and slid further back.
     Nicholi spoke out with surprise, "Christ!"
     I kept pushing back on it, accepting more of him into
my tight confines.  Nicholi's breath became erratic, and,
for the first time that night, he was still.  I partially
stood, his cock still in me, and I allowed my weight to drop
onto him, forcing his cock further in.  Nicholi moved, and
he tried to hold me from going all the way down.
     "You're going to hurt something!"  He said concerned.
     "Trust me.  I know what I'm doing."
     I knocked his hands out from under me, and with three
swift pushes, Nicholi's hairy bush was tickling my ass
crack.  I sat down against him, feeling his muscled pelvic
region twitch against my ass.
     He was quiet and still, again, for a while.  "Are you
alright?"  He said, voice quivering with sexual stimulus.
     I began pumping against his cock.  "Yeah, great."
     "Would you be alright if I did this?"  He lifted my
rear a little and began pumping into me.
     I groaned, "Oh yeah, that's good."
     He thrust harder until his hips slapped against me.
"How bout now?"  He growled.
     My response was sexual release.  My balls boiled out
cum and shot all over Nicholi's chest and face.  "Yeaaaah!"
I cried out.
     Nicholi sat up and lifted us both off the floor.  When
he stood, I sat off his stomach, his cock holding me in
place, much like how it had all started.  Nicholi then
thrust his hips up and quickly pulled away.  I lifted six
inches off his cock and hovered for a moment before falling
back on while he piled it back in.  His hips smacked against
my ass and he pushed me up again then retracted.  He bounced
me repeatedly off his hips, up and down his pole.
     With swift motion, he spun me around on his cock and
planted my legs on the floor.  He bent me over and rode me
like a stallion for a while.  Nicholi then lifted me back
into the air, this time laying me on the bed.  He let one of
my legs go between his own, and the other bent around his
hip, above his legs.  Pounding his giant cock deep inside
me, he leaned forward and rapped his arms around my chest.
Nicholi's balls went from dragging along my leg to puckering
against his shaft, and I felt his head drop against my
shoulder, while his voice raised to a high-pitched sporadic
groan.  Nicholi fucked furiously fast, hard, and deep into
me.  I felt him release a large load into me, while he
paused fully inserted.  After the first release, he bucked
and his cum explode and coated my innards.  Nicholi's whole
body moved with each shot, straining and releasing
repeatedly.  When his cock stopped shooting, he collapsed
limp, breathing like a triathlon racer.
     Nicholi slept the rest of the night through, his cock
still imbedded in my ass.  Because of what I had become, I
no longer needed to sleep.  That night I just rested against
the bear, feeling soft and protected in his masculine hairy
build.
     Nicholi must have had several good dreams, too.  I
remember laying still against him, feeling his arms or pecks
rub around me, when he would start to groan in his sleep,
deep animalistic growls, to be more precise.  His cock got
semi-hard inside me, and he would try to hump feebly in his
slumber, wrapping an arm halfway around my chest or quarter
thrusts against me with his hips.  His rubbery cock would
slide a little deeper in me then racing pulses of release
would rocket through his cock, feeling like his dick was
convulsing to electric shocks.  I would feel warmth deep
within me and then Nicholi would go back into deep sleep.

     Early in that morning, predawn, I heard the slam of the
next door over and moments later a women laughed crazily.  I
heard Travis's voice low and muffled through the wall then a
period of silence.
     I wondered what the laugh was about.  The cream I gave
Travis was potent, but it could never all be absorbed in one
half hour.  I feared if Travis hadn't absorbed enough of the
gel that the laugh was genitally related.
     I listened deep and concentrated on every sound that
emanated through the concrete block wall between us.    I
heard the occasional bump and some constant low voice
conversation, but I couldn't discern any words, but then I
felt it.
     As if on my own dick, I could feel a mouth sucking on
the head of a cock.  I heard a deep groan through the wall,
while at the same moment feeling from in the first person
deep vibrations shake my other phallus.
     Travis was getting lucky, and the part of me that was
in his cock gave me a voyeuristic vicarious experience of my
own.
     I felt the cock slide further down the woman's throat,
her experienced tongue working it over from the underside.
She worked several inches in her mouth then dove down on the
entire schlonge.  I felt four then five and six inches slide
in, then she backed off and went down again.  This time I
felt her go down another inch and a half and moan around it
then laughed slightly.
     Once again I felt odd pride as another person lavished
in a new form I had provided.
     With no eyes in the room, I navigated the experience
purely by touch.  The oral action continued for several
minutes, enthralling both Travis and I in sexual ecstasy.
The mouth then backed away, and I felt saliva chill across
its surface.  The hard member bobbed and rubbed against
cloth for a few moments then complete stillness reigned.
     While I waited for sensation, I tried to sense the
position his cock was in.  I felt his balls pulling on the
shaft slightly, and I figured he might have been lying down.
I felt his balls jostle several times then more stillness.
     For the first time in my life, I felt the folds of a
woman's pussy wrap around a cock.  It was wet and warm,
smooth like satin, and tight around his cock.  For near
three minutes, I felt her ride our dick, gradually getting
wetter and warmer as she did it.
     Travis's balls began to tingle and his kegel muscle, at
the base of his cock, constricted.  I felt the energy build
in the muscle and cum started flowing out his balls.
Travis's cock shook and, through the wall, I heard him moan.
     Only six minutes into the fuck, and Travis was about to
shoot.  I couldn't let my craftsmanship go to waist, so I
clenched his kegel for him, exerting control over his
genitals through whatever link bound us.  The kegel clamped
down hard and didn't allow him to release, but that didn't
stop the flow of semen, which continued to build as his
ecstasy grew.
     Caught on the brink of orgasm, continually building up
and over his threshold, Travis, I think, became proactive in
the sex.  His cock left the woman's vagina and wobbled
burning hot in the air.  I felt his balls jostle from their
puckered stated, and gravity seemed to shift around his
cock.  Through the wall I heard springs creak then, on the
cock, I felt him reenter her.  Her entrance felt different,
like it was upside down.  I got the mental image that she
was taking it doggy style from Travis, who had moved to do
her from behind.  He reentered and vigorously thrust into
her.  The semen buildup in his cock began to strain his
piping, causing a mild ache bellow where his balls churned
through him.
     I moved within him, expanding my influence through his
piping.  Gently I loosened the tubes, allowing more cum to
squeeze into the area.  The kegel, clamping off the flow,
now burned with exhaustion.
     I heard a woman cry out in orgasm, clearly filling the
hall with her delighted scream.  There was a burst of
endorphins through Travis's body, as his confidence swelled.
I heard him yell out a dominating, "Yeah", and he made
several hard deep thrusts into her.  He then pulled out of
her, and I felt bouncing, again.  Trembling lips locked
around his cock, and I lost all control over his body.
     Hot long streams of cum shot out of him, leaving his
tip almost in a constant stream.  Through the wall I heard
him bellow out, and in the cock I felt his voice rumble,
too.  There was another orgasmic woman's cry then near
silence from the room next door.  While Travis was still
releasing, I felt him move again, then his cock became
pressed against a smooth toned stomach and then his stomach
sandwiched it between.  The last shot released between them
and then deep relaxation fell across Travis's body.
     I heard a women's muffled voice utter astonishment and
several low relaxed words were spoken back by Travis.  The
woman laughed and there was silence for a while thereafter,
but I sensed some jostling and heavy breathing.  I imagined
Travis kissing the woman, and I chuckled at the image of him
tasting his own cum, inadvertently.
     As an afterthought, I made a few changes to Travis,
allowing him greater control over his orgasms.  I also
increased his blood flow, so his cock became hard again and
the next time he came, he wouldn't lose his erection unless
he wanted to.  The adjustment had immediate effect and the
couple went at it again.
     I never knew before that night, that I could influence
my substance even through solid walls.

     The morning brought awkwardness, as Nicholi and I made
the morning regroup.  Seems no matter how intimate a couple
gets during the night before, the morning after is flooded
with regret or fearfulness.  When Nicholi awoke, I was lying
still with my eyes closed.  I first felt the bed bounce
slightly then I felt the sensation of his flaccid cock being
pulled out of me.  He carefully moved over me and tried to
get off the bed without waking me up.  I reached up and felt
his side, startling him off the bed again, like when I
tossed him the night before.
     Nicholi got up and laughed a little and we talked for a
few seconds.  An awkward silence followed, and Nicholi
rubbed the back of his neck in an uncomfortable fashion.  He
raised his brow in a funny way and said, "Well, guess I
should be on me way."  Then he dressed, rubbed my head with
his bear paw, and left.
     After a while, I got up as well and clothed sparsely to
walked to the shower.  While rinsing my body of Nicholi's
musk, I heard a door open and a woman's voice say, "see you
later", and then I heard the patter of bare feet enter the
bathroom.  The steps came into the bathroom and padded
around the shower floor.
     "John, you in there?"  I heard Travis's voice say.
     "Yeah, what do you want?"  I replied.
     My shower curtain flew open, and I barely swiveled to
before Travis reached in and hugged me.
     "That shit was great!"  He practically shouted.  Travis
then glanced down my body before closing the curtains.
"But, it looks like you could use it more then me, now."



     One day I was straining at my computer trying to make a
complex graph on my excel document.  The thing was acting
funny, giving me obscure spikes in the graph and returning
odd gibberish in fields.  When I had about as much as I
could take and was verbally berating my computer, a voice
entered my room asking if he could help.
     I looked up to see a familiar face of a person I didn't
know all that familiarly.  A blond man, probably weighing no
more then a hundred and twenty pounds, was standing at the
threshold of my door.  He wore thick black rim glasses,
styled in a manner that framed his gray, almost black, eyes.
     "Have bullets?"  I asked.
     "What?"  He asked confused.
     "Just joking, I'm ready to destroy stuff that's all."
I explained.
     A smile crept across his face, and he motioned if he
might come in.  I nodded and the man past beyond the
threshold of my door and into my life.
     "My name is Jeff."  He told me.  "I live just down the
hall from you."
     "John."  I extended out my hand to greet him.  "Yeah, I
recognized you from the hall a couple times."  I moved back
and allowed him to look at my screen.  "You think you can
help me with this mess."
     "Probably."  He smiled warmly as he said it.
     It was a peculiar first meeting with Jeff, very
contradictory to his normal behavior.  He was normally very
shy around people.  I wouldn't have guessed him to be the
sort of person to walk into a stranger's room, to begin
with.  The only thing I could figure was that he was in a
horny mood, which made anyone more social.
     Over the next five minutes I learned he was full of
information, and even though some of it was redundant things
I already knew, he did manage to help me immensely.
     Even though Jeff was friendly, I did notice he was
uneasy around me.  He didn't spend much time looking me in
the eyes, and he often fidgeted whenever I got too close to
him.  I saw him look down his body a few times when he
thought I wasn't paying attention.
     "Well, that should fix it."  Jeff boasted.
     "I can't believe how stupid that was."
     "Well you'd be surprised how many times people don't
realize they included the column text header in the data
fields."
     "Thanks for helping, I probably wouldn't have found
that for days."
     Jeff had been crouched forward in front of my keyboard
during the entire time.  When he finished he didn't stand
straight up at first, but, instead, he kept crouched and
stepped backwards to my bed.  He then awkwardly sat down, as
to keep his body tilted forwards.
     "Something wrong?"  I asked him.
     "Just my back, give me a moment."
     "Oh sorry, if you wanted to sit all you needed to do is
ask."
     "Not a problem.  It isn't that bad."
     "Isn't that bad?"  I looked at him oddly, "are you
sure?"
     Jeff nodded and looked around my room for a while.
"Nice plants."  He said, switching the subject abruptly.  "I
don't think I've seen anything like them before."
     "Really, which one?"
     "All of them."
     "What do you mean?  They are all garden variety
plants."  I lied.
     "They look similar, but each is a slightly different
breed."
     I pointed at the one over his shoulder.  "Well that one
is just a spider plant."
     "It looks like it, but the leaves are too broad and the
veins are all oddly shaped."
     "How can you tell?  Are you a biology major or
something?"
     "No computer science.  I just have a photographic
memory."
     "Really?"
     "Yup."
     Trying to move the subject away from the plants, I
asked him what that was like, but he asked me where I got
them from before I could transition away.
     "From the forest near my home."
     "A spider plant?"
     "Well, that's a growth from my mother's spider plant."
I sputtered and paused while fabricating the lie.
     Jeff took slight notice but didn't seem to care.  He
straightened his back and sighed relief.  "Feels like my
back is better."
     "So what room are you in?"
     "Room 104.  You should stop by sometime."
     "I might, if I see your door open."
     "Great, I'll see you later."  He stood and walked out
towards me, I had walked about the room and was standing by
the door.  As he approached he stumbled, and as he fell, I
caught him against my stomach.  He looked up at me with
longing, and I felt his body tremble under my steady grasp.
In less then a moment, Jeff caught himself gazing, and he
looked away and stumbled away from me on his knees.  When he
stood, he kept his upper torso tilted forward again, and his
hand held his back pretending to be hurt.  He moved
backwards and sat back down on my bed, acting just like he
had before.
     "My back just got thrown out, again."
     I closed the door behind me and looked over at him with
concern.  "Yeah."  I said disbelievingly.
     "What's that for?"
     I walked across the room and sat at my computer across
from him.  "I have had enough embarrassing boners to know
what to do to hide them."
     A deviant smile washed across his face.  "You saw it,
eh?"
     I smiled back.  "No, but I sensed it."
     Jeff kept his ass sticking out backwards and arched up
his back so he was sitting up straight, sort of.  "Well, I
you wouldn't make me leave with this." He straightened his
back a little and in his lap his pants tented up around the
end of his erection.  He then stuck his ass out again and
the cock disappeared beneath the cloth.  ". would you?"
     "Nah, go ahead and let that wear down."
     I sat back and tried to find something to do.   I
patted a rhythm on my legs and puffed my cheeks with an
expelled sigh.
     I then looked at him curiously.  "I'll show you mine,
if you show me yours."
     "What?"
     "I'll show you mi."
     "Yeah, I got that.  Are you serious?"  He said smiling.
     "Sure why not.  We're both gay in here, what harm could
it do?"
     "Ok, but you've already seen mine, so you start."
     "I don't think I really got a good look."
     "Well. the condition remains."  He then pointed at my
pants and then pointed at the ground.
     "Fine, if you're going to be a baby about it."  I said
standing while wrestling with the buckle.
     "Shit, you are serious!"
     "Why not?"
     "I've never done something like this."
     "What, striping?"  I asked as my pants dropped down my
legs, and I stepped out of them.
     "No. you know. sex."
     "Who said sex?  This is just naked time."  I reached
and pulled my boxers down.
     Jeff looked away.  "Christ."  He laughed.
     I shook my hips and made it swing.  "You can look at
it."
     Slowly he turned his head and looked, gradually
accepting the offer.  His eyes darted along it excitedly
then trailed up my pleasure trail till it disappeared under
my shirt.  I lifted my shirt up and threw it over my head
then stood completely naked before him.  His eyes danced.
     "Your turn."  I asserted.
     He stopped looking at my naked body and looked me in
the eye.  With concern written everywhere on his face, he
said, "Come on, you don't actually believe."
     I finished his sentence.  ".You're not going to
disappoint me.  No I don't think you will."
     "Shit."  He rolled his eyes and sighed.
     He leaned forward until his chest touched his legs then
his hands grabbed the back of his pants and pulled them
around his ass.  A hairy pale rump sat bare on my bed then
soon after some equally hairy legs and probably some hairy
balls, but I didn't see them because of the way he was
sitting.
     "You know I'm still. aroused."
     I chuckled while saying, "Yeah, well that's the price
of going second."
     Jeff pulled his pants fully off and kicked them from
his legs.  He sighed, his face blushing beat red, then he
sat back, exposing his groin to me finally.  It looked about
six inches long, like my own, but thinner then my tube.
     "You happy?"  He asked a little angry and embarrassed.
     "Hang on, I'll tell you."
     I squinted and leaned forward looking at his cock.
     "What?"  He asked.
     "Nothing, I think."  I walked in closer and knelt on
one knee in front of his cock.  I looked more intensely with
an air of disgust on my face.  Pointing a finger I said, "My
God, have you seen this?"
     He looked down concerned, "What?"
     I grabbed his cock and sucked it down my throat then
backed off it, Jeff's body jumped when I did it.  "There is
saliva on it."  I joked.
     He leaned back and gasped.  "Jesus!"
     "So when you said you never had sex, before, did you
mean ever?"
     "Yup."
     "Well technically I'm not changing that, by
presidential standards anyways."
     I went back down on his cock and throated it deeply.
Jeff laid back and pushed out his hips, giving me further
access to his cock.  I realized that his cock was probably
another inch longer after he stopped sitting up. As I worked
it, Jeff pumped his hips and rubbed his abdomen.  Erotically
I watched his tight stomach flex and constrict as he built
up towards release.
     After maybe a minute of tonguing, Jeff cried out, "Oh
God, John, I think I'm going to cum!"
     Before the last word left his lips, his prophecy came
true.  As my mouth worked his head, it flared rapidly and
shook slightly as cum volleyed out and coated the roof of my
mouth.  Bitter salty semen filled my tongue and stuck to my
gums.  Jeff must have been backed up because my mouth tasted
full.  Jeff's stomach still heaved, but he seemed quite
relaxed, his eyes were even closed
     I got up off my knees and put back on my clothes, while
swallowing Jeff's cum as best the substance would allow.
     "That should help with the erection problem."  I said
to him.
     Jeff looked down at his flaccid cock.  "Yeah looks like
it did."  He smiled and sat up, pulling his pants back over
his legs then wet genitals.  "I think I'm going to get
going.  I'm really feeling tired."
     I smiled widely.  "Go figure."
     "Naw, really I am tired.  I have had about six hours of
sleep in the past seventy two hours."
     "All right.  Eh, thanks for helping me with my
computer."  I said while formally shaking his hand and
walking him to the door.
     "No problem, thanks for the."  He looked and timidly
pointed down to his groin.  "Well anyways, thanks.  I'll see
you later."  He opened the door and stepped into the hall
while speaking.
     We exchanged goodbyes and then he left.
     The next time I saw Jeff, he hardly said hello.  He
blushed uncontrollably and looked at the floor.  It was a
general symptom of his shyness, I learned.  Whenever in
public he would clam up, not speaking but a few words and
only when spoken to.
     I couldn't blame him for being shy, though.  A skinny
guy like him couldn't put up much of a defense, and he was
damned with the stereotypical gay look.  When we'd talk
about society, he harbored animosity towards the whole race.
The pain others had caused him skewed his whole life view.
Instead of seeing the good in people, he noticed their
cynicism and hatred, even in its minutest forms.  I found it
always odd that he was so friendly and happy around friends
and could see our goodness and recognize his own, but
whenever he talked about humans as a group, he would never
concede any good qualities in man.
     I think at the time he was also being constantly
reminded of people's ugliness.  His roommate was a real dick
and hated gays.  He never tolerated Jeff, but he never moved
out of the room either.  He once said out loud in front of
me that he wasn't giving up his room for no fag, and if
anyone was going to move it was the cock loving queer over
there, and he pointed at Jeff.  People like Greg, Jeff's
roommate, are what eventually turned me away from humans,
like Jeff already had.


     These three friends eventually met each other, though
before Christmas I don't think they were all together with
me but once.  Nicholi and I had a very physical relationship
going up to the holidays, and Jeff and I managed an active
porno viewing routine, a lot of jerking and a couple suck-
offs.  On the first of December Nicholi and Jeff came over
at the same time to watch a new porno.  Jeff tried to suck
Nicholi, while I sat voyeur and jerked off.  It was nice
that neither thought we had a dating relationship.  They
just seemed to know I was in it for the sex, friendship and
company.


     One lonely night, I lay silently in my bunk when there
was a sudden rapping at the door.  I glanced at the clock
and noted the time, three thirty AM.  In boxers alone, I
walked across the room.  A flip of the lock and turn of the
hand, the door slid open, and I blindly invited the person
in.  Without looking, I walked to my bed and sat out on the
edge, expecting to see Jeff on another of his late night
insomniac bouts.
     I never slept anymore; there wasn't a reason to with my
physiology.  Many times, while I waited for dawn, I noticed
him wandering the halls at all hours, like I had, but after
Jeff and I had our `getting to now one another' session, he
revealed his sleeping disorder, and I lied and said I had
the same.
     "Can't sleep?"  I said while flipping around my head to
look at him.
     Nick stood in the open doorway, his hands clasped and
his face pensive with discomfort.  "No, I couldn't?"
     I scrambled to my feet and pulled my hair back to a
respective form and fluttered on a shirt.  "Nick, Jesus, I
didn't think you were ever going to come back.  I mean it's
great, but I didn't expect it."
     "I never intended to come back, but I thought about
your offer."
     There was a twinge of pain at the word never, but then
I recalled the conversation he referred to.  I offered to
beef up his physique so he might pass the physicals and get
into a bureau.
     "Can you. are you still willing to."
     "Certainly."  I chimed in enthusiastically.  "I can do
whatever you want."
     Nick closed the door and fidgeted by its hinges.  "I
need to be at least 150 pounds."
     I looked at him with a truth wanting face, "Is that
it?"
     A smile cracked across his face.  "Well, it wouldn't
hurt to be more."  The smile faded, and he was concerned
again.
     I stood and walked over to the garden.  "Would you like
to do this now?"  I said while grabbing a pot.
     "I was hoping to.  I have an endurance test tomorrow,
which, try as I might, I can't do in the time I need to."
Pain fell across his face, while he told me.
     I turned and looked to him quietly, while I absorbed a
plant.  He was truly disturbed by his physical inability.
The simple recall of his attempts moved him to near tears.
I thought it was shattered pride or humiliation.
     After the plant was gone, I tried to soothe him.
"Don't worry, it won't be a problem."
     He shook his head, and his cheeks creased and his eyes
watered.  "I really tried."  He cried, slumping against the
wall feebly.
     I grabbed another potted plant by the bowl and brought
it across in my hand.  Placing the pot on the bed, I swooped
beneath Nick's falling figure and walked him to the bed.  He
cried deep painful tears; ones that flooded from a well of
regret or sorrow.  I didn't know what affected him so
completely.  I patted his shoulder and leaned tight to him
to show my support.
     He steadied after several moments, and, wiping tears
from his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, he said, "Let's
get this over with."
     Nick extended an open, snotty wet, palm to me and
fearfully watched my actions.
     Not acting yet, I asked the question that begged at my
heart.  "Why are you so frightened of me?"
     Nick looked away and drudged up his thoughts.  "I still
can't let that night go.  I know it is probably not true,
but I can't shake the nagging thought that a part of you
didn't come back, the good part.  I keep thinking of all the
horror scifi film scenarios, and I realize how terrifying
the world is now."
     I was hurt but not maddened.  "I'm still me.  Even if
you can't fully believe it, I know I am."
     "Big assurance."  He looked at me cynically, then
humbly looked down.
     "You would realize it, if we could just hang out for a
while."
     "I know, but I can't shake that fear, and you can't
just talk it away."
     I hurriedly interrupted.  "I have been on campus for
all this time, knowing where you are.  Don't you think if I
hated you for some reason I would have acted by now.  You
think if I were a dangerous thing there wouldn't be people
missing or reports of monsters in the area.  I haven't done
anything, and I haven't wanted to do anyone harm.  I'm still
the same person, you just haven't given me the chance to
prove it."
     Nick shook his head uncertainly.  He paused and his
expression became stern.  "Are you going to do this for me?"
     "Regardless of how much you offend me."
     Nick smirked slightly, "Then, I'll do that for you."
     "Do what?"  I asked puzzled.
     "Get to know you, again."
     I threw my arms around him and joyfully hugged him, and
now I was beginning to tear up.
     Nick extended back out his hand.  "Are we going to do
this?" he said with a smile.
     I wiped my eyes and clasped his palm.  "Yeah!"
     Still smirking, I waited and watched his expression.
He clenched his eyes shut and nodded his head, signaling me
to start.
     As I worked into him, Nick's eyes opened and looked at
our hands.  "Is that the start?"
     I was in concentration at the time, and I looked up at
him sternly.  "Yeah it's working its way through."
     The gel worked into his skin, and soon I was able to
release into him greater amounts.  Nick's pulse was
increasing, as my influence grew over his body, and he grew
flush as his body began to change.
     His focus shifted away from me and down to his body.
Absently he unbuttoned his shirt and stared down his chest,
while he pulled it from his pants.  His hand rubbed
carefully across his smooth shapeless gut, while sweat
formed over his heated body.
     There was a stomach contraction, painless but intense.
As the stomach relaxed smooth abdominal muscles defined
themselves beneath the skin.  A second came then a third and
a fourth rapidly thereafter.  In each release, his stomach
grew more defined and finer built.  Above his abs, his pecks
had developed slightly, too, a half-inch thicker then
moments before.
     Nick sat back and felt down his stomach.  When his
finger reached his beltline, it slipped under for a moment,
and his hand rubbed down his crotch-line and tugged at his
cock.  The hand pulled out, revealing the outlines of his
thick dick in the smooth fabric of his pants.  The hand
undid the buckle and pulled down on the leg.  I helped him
and the seat of his pants slid down to his knees.
     Resting back, he looked dreamily into my eyes.  Caught
in the erotic fantasy of growing larger, being strong, he
left his apprehension in the bliss.  His arms tensed without
bending then released to larger diameter.  Nick looked down
at them lustfully.  Reaching with his free hand, he felt the
lines and squeezed the muscle, then, under convulsion then
release, he felt them grow bellow his hand.
     Nick leaned forward and kissed me passionately,
throwing my eyes open wide with surprise then moving my lips
into his passionately.  The kiss dragged on, and Nick
bounced and twitched as his body convulsed and grew.  The
bounce became more constant, and Nick sat back, stroking his
monstrous cock.
     I now saw Nick more fully developed.  He had the build
of an Adonis, lines and form conglomerating into alluring
curves and beautiful bulges.  A striking match for his new
physique, his cock stood turgid out a foot from his hips.
Luxuriantly Nick stroked it; lavishing himself in the
sensation, and me in the sight.
     Another tense, he had smooth round shoulders.  Another,
his back was a labyrinth of muscles.  His legs continually
grew to that of an avid hiker's, and his chest to a regular
lifter's.  His ass bubbled out to a model's, and his face
strengthened to being stern.
     Nick's strokes became erratic, and he let go of his
cock to rub his balls.  Clear fluid leaked down along the
shaft, as he gripped his balls and rolled them in his hands.
Pulling them outwards and looking at me, his eyes wanted
something.  I nodded to him and soon they swelled from their
formidable chicken egg size to goose sized eggs.
     Nick groaned and let them slap back down between his
legs.  A squirt of clear gel erupted from his cock and spit
upwards for an inch then splattered down around the length.
Working with it, Nick furiously stroked the length of his
cock, tensing and growing faster as he built up.
     Nick's whole body clenched, and his hand slid down to
the base.  The continual clench yielded wild growth all over
Nick's body, slipping him towards bear like proportions.
     Nick's ass slid back slowly then swiftly bucked
forward.  A stream of hot cum shot from his shaft and struck
the upper bunk.  There was another pause while he clenched
again and slid back then bucked forward.  A second shot
struck the first and large dollops of hot cum dropped from
the mattress.  A third shot over Nick's shoulder, and the
fourth and fifth struck his chest.  A half dozen more shot
against his abdomen and the last two seeped from his cock
and ran down to his balls.
     Nick sat back sleepily, blissed into near coma.  I held
his hand, while he slept, and I made the last few
convulsions even out his build.  I then lovingly kissed his
resting shoulder, and walked over for a towel.  Cleaning him
off, I laid him straight on the bed, and, when he was ready,
I pulled my sheet over him and tucked him to bed.  I then
hopped into the upper bunk and forced myself into rest.

     By the time I woke, it was noon, and when I woke, Nick
had left.  Though he had left without waking me, he did
leave a note.  He thanked me for the changes and promised to
keep his promise.  He mused on the note about explaining the
changes to his classmates, but he realized they would likely
come to some conclusion on their own.  He told me he was off
to do his test, and he finished on writing how glad he was
that he asked.