Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 08:21:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Benjamin Puddles <author.puddles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miracle Grow Boys: Aiden and Jack 3

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not be read by anyone with an aversion to homoerotic writing, gay sex,
massive cocks, or lewd language. Any semblance to real life within this
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Recap: Aiden and Jack are too young jocks on the local high school's soccer
team. After taking pills to `naturally enhance' their cocks, they discover
that they are more hung than they could even imagine! What's more, their
cum seems to have special properties that they are still discovering. After
their first fuck-fest with their hung dicks, the boys spent an afternoon
being hazed by the soccer team in the showers where they're meaty manhoods
were put on full display, and this is where our story picks up: Jack and
Aiden, after blowing their way through the Varsity seniors, are just
leaving practice with their stomachs full of cum.


Chapter 3


The street lights were coming on just as Jack and Aiden sped from the
school's parking lot and swung onto the main road.

"Hurry man!" Jack whispered urgently.

"I'm going as fast as I can, dude," Aiden said through gritted teeth.

Both of them sat rigid in their seats, large wet patches slowly growing in
the fabric of their pants where their rock hard cocks ended. Every bump and
every dip in the road caused them to tense further as new friction ran
against the dicks. The sound of cum sloshing in their rounded bellies was
just barely audible.

"Jesus christ," Jack kept saying to himself. "I can't believe that
happened."

"Yeah," Aiden murmured.  He slowed down as they passed by a cop car. What
would happen if they got pulled over? The cop was bound to see the thick
tubes of flesh enclosed beneath their jeans, and what would happen if he
asked? Would they have to show him?  Aiden cut the train of thought off
short because it was only making him harder.  Driving was becoming
difficult and he had to concentrate on not reaching over and squeezing
Jack's bulge beside him.

"How many did you suck?"  asked Jack. "I lost count. I think it was at
least 6 but it could have been more."

"At least," Aiden scoffed. He wished they had another subject to talk about
but a orgy-suck fest in the boy's locker room of the high school did seem
pretty relevant, also considering that they were dealing with the
repercussions now.

"I fucked a guy too. It was Brian Arturo, I'm pretty sure. He took it like
a champ." Jack said in disbelief. He arched his back in the passenger's
seat and tried to accommodate the slowly growing cock stuffed in his
jeans--which had gone from 6'' to 9'' in the last several minutes--but
there simply was no room.

"Stop," Aiden breathed heavily. "Just stop. I have to drive." He couldn't
think about Jack's long dick sliding up into Brian without literally
feeling a pulse of precum ooze from his cock head, and that reminded him of
all the cum he had swallowed, that was going to no doubt absorbed into
their body in some new and weird way.

Those pills had a lot of side effects, thought Aiden. His stomach gurgled
again as they turned off the main road. He didn't know how, but he was
hungry for more.

****************

They parked the car at an odd angle in a driveway in their hurry. Aiden
couldn't think about driving by then. All he could think about was how
horny he was, how tight his jeans felt, and how hot Jack looked as his
engorged penis forced its way further and further down his pant leg. He was
at his full mast now: 10''. But that was his normal length. That was before
he started fucking around.

They had picked Aiden's house for no reason other than they knew that
Aiden's parents would be home later than Jack's, giving them at least three
hours. Usually they'd spend the time doing homework, talking about school,
talking about girls they wanted to fuck, guys they had fucked, or perhaps
sucking one another off if it was hot out and they didn't feel like going
anywhere, but this time was different.

This time the acts they had committed on the warm, wet tiles of the locker
room showers paraded in their heads. The memory of the dicks pressing into
them from every angle ran along the nerves of their mouths, their jaws,
their asses. The impression of so many anonymous, strong, groping hands
running along their bodies and pushing them into compromising shapes turned
their knees to jelly and made their mind run wild.

Aiden's shirt was off by the time they were in the basement. Jack nearly
fell down the stairs after him to find Aiden collapsed on the old couch
across from the older TV. The basement wasn't finished--it mostly was still
exposed wood--but it was carpeted and it was the most soundproof room
they'd found to fuck in. Besides, Jack said he liked the piney smell of the
wood. He said it was a turn on.

On his back Aiden was a sight for sore eyes. His perfect, broad shoulders
moved as he took in great gasping breaths. His chest was defined and beaded
in sweat. His abs had all but vanished under the new plumpness of all the
cum sloshing around in his belly and as he sat in exhaustion his hands
found their way to the doughy flesh. He patted it playfully and the sound
made Jack salivate.

"You want it, boy?" Aiden groaned, looking at Jack down the line of his
stomach.

"Yeah," Jack panted. He stripped off his shirt to reveal his own belly,
notably smaller than Aiden's.  He hadn't sucked Cross off, after all, or
taken two cocks up the ass.

"Come suck it out of me," whispered Aiden with a wink.

Jack pounced onto the couch, straddling Aiden and kissing him
everywhere. His neck, his ears, his jawline, his throat, his
shoulders. Jack's tongue ran like a mop all over the other jock, lapping up
his sweat and replacing it with an ooze of saliva and lust.

Aiden moaned and began to undo his belt. "Help me out man," he pleaded. "My
pants are too tight."

Jack obliged happily, grasping onto Aiden's waistband and dragging the
pants from him with a series of desperate jerks.

Aiden's cock had long exceeded his tiny briefs. In fact the small white
undies were hardly visible among the mess of swollen cock, bulging veins
and meaty balls. Jack took his time removing the undies, teasing Aiden, but
before he cast them away he brought them to his face and inhaled deeply.

They were soaked. It was a hot, salty, sweaty, musky, and oddly fruity
scent, and once it hit Jack's nose there was no turning back. His own pants
were off seconds later, his 10'' meat torn from his own damp boxers, and
the boys were a knot of flesh and moans within minutes.

As they sucked and kissed and lapped an odd thing began to happen. By then
they were used to foreign sensations taking control of their bodies, but a
part of them that was not lost to their carnal lust began to notice a
change. Slowly, surely, their jiggling deposits of cum were lessening, load
by load, and their cut abs were reappearing.

And, in a correlation they had come to expect, their cocks became thicker
and longer, their balls became heavier and more swollen. Jack was on his
knees then with his mouth suctioned to Aiden's balls but he had to keep his
legs far enough apart to admit the swollen monstrous balls swinging at the
base of his dick. Meanwhile, Aiden's cock was so heavy that it curved
slightly until it ended in a huge, purple head and a glistening globe of
precum.

Jack lapped at it hungrily and, as though he were grappling with an
abstract faucet, he began to prod and finger Aiden's hole until a heavy
flow of precum dribbled from his heaving cock.

"Uhhhh," Aiden moaned at the attention towards his hole. He'd taken two
dicks at once up it today but it had closed up immediately after and now it
felt tense with pleasure, tight, needing a good working by Jack's tongue.

Jack saw how Aiden was responding and slowly moved the larger boy back,
onto the couch, with his ankles up by his ears.

"You like that?" he asked between lapping against Aiden's ass.

Aiden let out a loud groan. Jack burrowed deeper. Aiden gasped and let his
weight fall onto Jack's hungry mouth as the boy ate him out expertly.

"Mmmm Jack," Aiden spoke between gasps. "I think--I think Cross might
be---oh fuck that feels good!"

Jack surfaced from between Aiden's cheeks, his face shiny with saliva. "Did
you say something?"

Aiden felt the cold air on his exposed, wet hole, and for a moment he
considered not finishing his sentence. But something told him it was
important. He said, "Cross had a huge dick."

"Yeah?" Jack cocked his head. "They were all pretty big, I thought."

"No," Aiden shook his head. "Cross was bigger. And when he came I thought I
felt him....grow."

Jack shrugged. "Are you sure."

"No."

Jack shrugged again.  Slowly his pink tongue extended from his glistening
lips and began to tease with Aiden's anus as he watched the boy up his
balls and twitching cock.

"I mean--" Aiden gasped.  "I'm not sure but--jesus christ Jack--I mean
he--" Aiden huffed a few times as Jack became lost in an ass-eating frenzy
beneath him. "I mean he said something really odd, like--" he moaned,
"like---oh my fucking god eat me out man like I'm your last meal."

Jack moaned into Aiden's hole lustfully and Aiden felt a finger join the
tongue. Then another finger.  Then two more. Slowly Jack pushed all four
fingers from one hand into Aiden, as slow as Aiden needed, until Jack's
thumb was pressing right up against the base of Aiden's balls.

"Jeez man," said Jack playfully. "You're really tight. You sure you got
DP'd in that locker room?"

Aiden couldn't bring himself to words. The feeling of those four, wriggling
fingers three knuckles deep and burrowing further into his ass was too
much. "Fuck....me...." was all he could stammer.

Jack chuckled to himself as he repositioned Aiden on the couch. He leaned
over the boy, holding his legs over his head by the crook of each knee, and
slowly lined his cock up with Aiden's pulsing ass.

"You're in rare form, man," said Jack playfully. "Never seen you act like
such a bottom."

The only thing Aiden could think about was the mounting pressure of a foot
long cock dangling against his ass.  Then, in the back of Aiden's mind was
the exact sentence Cross had said to him right before he made Aiden swallow
the near-pint of cum into his throat. It was: "Let's see if you can handle
what you're made of, sucker."

"Here I go," growled Jack, and the thought was wiped from Aiden's mind as a
gargantuan cock head began to push him in two.

Aiden hadn't sucked Jack off in minutes while Jack ate Aiden out, so a
hefty load of precum had accumulated at Jack's piss slit. Much of it had
run off and down his shaft to mat down his pubes and make them sticky. Now,
as he moved his hung log into Aiden, the precum began its magical task of
opening up Aiden's hole.

Slow, slow, Jack said to himself. Aiden's hole was resisting,
understandably. It would part momentarily, and Jack would push forward as
much as he dared so that his velvety cock head could massage more precum
into it, but it was a tedious process that he didn't have patience for.

Jack flexed his dick and a large spurt of precum shot out, coating the
hole. Aiden shivered, Jack pushed a bit harder, and with a wet pop Jack's
cock began to feed into Aiden's hungry anus. Jack clenched his eyes shut as
he felt himself sink into the warm, tight, slippery grip of Aiden's expert
ass. He bit his lower lip to combat the pleasure of what he was feeling and
before he knew it his balls were nudging up against the base of Aiden's
ass.

"I'm in!" Jack said in disbelief, taking a minute to pause. He was sure
Aiden needed time to adjust (Jack knew he was nearly a foot long, and the
ingested cum of half the varsity soccer team had probably plumped him up an
inch or two).

But Jack was wrong. Even as he tried to rest he felt an odd suction against
his dick, then a pushing, then a suction, and slowly--without his
doing--his cock began to fuck in and out of Aiden's begging hole. Jack's
hips moved with the motion, joining in on the dance, but Jack himself made
no conscious effort to perform the function itself. It was all Aiden.

"How--" Jack began to ask, but then he stopped. It felt too good, and the
thought of a hole fucking itself was such a turn on that his words flitted
away from his thoughts.

He began to help Aiden, feeling like one of those comically large black
dildos in the sex shops. He loved it. The smell of sex and sweaty ass
filled the basement and the heads of the two jocks as they began to rock in
unison. This is why they loved the basement--no floorboards to creek
beneath their rhythmic pumping.

Aiden let his legs fall onto Jack's shoulders. He lifted his arms over his
head and braced himself against the armrest of the couch and marveled at
his asses ability to piston fuck itself. As far as he could tell he had no
part in the maneuver. If Jack hadn't been attached to his own dick, Aiden
was sure his ass would have taken it in no problem and kept it.  But it
felt great.  Aiden's cock--which resembled a large, shining
cucumber--flapped up and down against his abs so that every time it hit it
sent sweat flying and produced a wet slapping. Or was that sweat?

No, Aiden realized. It wasn't sweat....at least not all of it. It was the
ample precum that was pouring from his cock.

Jack noticed too and, unable to help himself, snatched up Aiden's cock and
shoved the tip into his mouth.

At first the flow was so strong that Jack coughed and some of the oozing
precum shot out of his nose. He wiped his mouth, determined, and slapped
his mouth back onto the cum-hose of Jack's cock.

Jack threw his head back, feeling as though some specific mission was
completed now that Jack was fucking and sucking him at the same time. It
was the same maneuver he'd done on Jack their first night after taking
those pills, last weekend, and knowing how both sides felt made it all the
hotter.

Jack gulped and gulped the delicious, salty, fruity precum. As the nectar
filled him he felt his muscles grow turgid with adrenaline and expand. He
felt his chest grow plump with taught muscle and he watched the muscles of
his arms twitch with a new bulk.

"Oooohhhh Jaaaaack," Aiden groaned. The precum flow intensified. Aiden had
to swallow quickly as the dick filled his cheeks with copious, sweet
goo. Soon the swelling had reached his ass, which he felt began to jiggle
with every piston thrust into Aiden.  Then, suddenly, he felt his balls
brushing against his already spread legs and he knew the precum was working
its magic on his junk. Like two oranges they swung between his legs and
smacked Aiden's ass loudly.

Jack pulled Aiden's oozing cock from his mouth and gasped for air. The room
smelled like heaven.  "My cock," he said breathily, still pumping his dick
into Aiden's quivering ass. "My cock, I can feel it--"

"Me too," Aiden groaned.  "Jesus. Me too."

The excess precum from Aiden's cock washed over Jack's hands where he held
the cock, acting as a lubricant, and he began to massage the thick length
methodically. Even with both his hands it wasn't easy to embrace the girth
of the meat. The image of incredible and only made him hungrier, so without
waisting another drop Jack capped his mouth on the precum fountain.

Time trudged on but neither boy noticed. They had their routine. Jack's
bubble butt would push out, pulling at least 9'' from Aiden's ass, and
Aiden's ass muscles would drag it back in, hungrily gobbling up the
lube. Aiden's cock would twitch, teaspoons of precum would burst out ever
few seconds, and Jack would swallow it readily. The precum would slosh into
Jack's stomach, absorb into him and engorge his cock further, and his cock
would swell just a little each time.

Neither boy realized how immense they were getting, or how Jack's cock was
having a tougher and tougher time pulling in and out of Aiden's already
stretched anus, or how Jack could no longer do more than swallow just the
tip of Aiden's enlarged, veiny cock.

"Jack," Aiden hissed. "I can't--I can't stop. I need to cum."

Jack was going to respond but he was too focused on sucking down every drop
of precious precum. His eyes were focused down Aiden's shaft, on Aiden's
stomach where a slight bump formed every time Jack thrust into him.
"Jack--" Aiden groaned.  Jack ran his hands up and down the meaty log
between Aiden's legs. "Jack--" Aiden protested again. "We should--oh good,
I think--oh god!"

Aiden rolled his head back as he felt yet another wave of growth go through
Jack's cock in his ass, which he estimated was easily the size of his
forearm, maybe bigger. His ass tried to suction it in further but the hefty
girth was too much to pull quickly. Then there was another pulse and no
matter how hard Jack's hips bucked he couldn't dislodge his cock from
Aiden's ass. It had grown so large that it was embedded, like one of those
chinese finger traps, and there was nothing Aiden could do to un-impale
himself.

But Jack was having his own realization. The precum had worked its magic
and widened his jaw, allowing him to wedge much more of Aiden's thick meat
into his mouth than he should have been able, but the absolutely rock hard,
pulsating shaft had found its way into his the back of his throat, past it,
and was methodically spraying his inside with precum. There was no back up,
no backing out. Every time he moved, even if his tongue barely graced the
slick meat, Aiden would moan and his cock would swell further against
Jack's already straining jaw.

Jack moaned and moaned and groped at Aiden's chest, begging him to pull
out. He wasn't in pain--he was actually in heaven--but how long could they
do this for? How long could they recycle the magic of their precum? Would
it work endlessly?

"I can't--" Aiden managed between gasps. Jack was still growing
significantly inside his ass. "I'm trying to--" he pulled himself backwards
along the couch and Jack was dragged with him. It was a small movement but
it caused pleasure to course through their sweaty, muscular bodies, and
each cock plumped up a bit more.

Both boys held absolutely still. Jack's hands were up in surrender and
Aiden's were running through his hair. They looked each other, one boys
mouth brimming with oozing precum and the other boys anus crowded with a
dick the girth of an eggplant.

"What do we do?" Aiden asked after a minute.

Jack shrugged and made a hopeless groan.

"Don't speak," Aiden gasped. "The vibrations feel too good, I'll just
precum more."

Jack made a questioning sound and shifted, and Aiden felt a warm tongue
press into the bottom of his cock's head.

"Seriously Aiden, not a good idea, I can feel literally every syllable your
throat makes--"

Jack's hands were back on Aiden's cock, pumping furiously, but now he was
moaning loudly on the dick gagging his throat, sending strong, resonant
vibrations down Aiden's shaft in time with the double-fisting handjob.

"Jack! Jack! You're going to--"

"Mmmhmmm," Jack groaned emphatically. "Mmmmmhmmmm."

And, with a second wind inspiring him, Jack managed to pull several inches
out of Aiden's tightened ass, then shove back in. Then he pulled out a few
inches more and shoved those back in too. Slowly Aiden's ass relaxed as he
neared climax, and Jack felt he was back in control of his bottom.

"I'm going to come, oh jesus Jack be careful, I think it's going to be too
much--" Aiden was saying, feeling every thrust of Jack's monster cock
pushing him apart from the inside out. Neither boy had any way of knowing
so long as Jack was trapped inside, but Jack had well exceeded 15'' in
length, all of it embedded in Aiden's rearranged guts.

Jack let out a long moan and squeezed Aiden's balls where they were
swinging, and sure enough the other boy began to spasm in a complete and
unparalleled orgasm. And if Jack thought gulping down the boys precum for
the forty minutes before had been hard he was certainly not prepared for
the onslaught of semen that rushed into his throat, the pressure of a fat
hose, and bleached his stomach to a pearly white.

Jack chugged as fast as he could and as though he were lapping down the
water from a fresh stream during a hot and muggy hike. He chugged like he
chugged beer when he was out with the boys. He chugged without reserve,
without question, because a deeper part of him knew not a drop could go to
waste so long as he had the chance to take advantage of such a magnificent,
colossal cock.

What Jack didn't think about is what the super dose of pure cum would do to
his own manhood. Luckily, through the waves of pleasure, Aiden realized the
impossibility of disloging jack's cock after it did whatever growing it
could with so much cum, and so before the magic took effect he began to
pull himself backwards on the couch.

A wet pop sounded as Jack's mouth was freed from the cock. His face, like
his chin and neck, was soaked in globs of pearly semen. He was gasping for
air and shuddering with the strain of practically inhaling cum for three
minutes straight, but he knew it wasn't over. One look at his clearly
distended stomach told him he was on the verge of something even more.

"Aiden," he whispered.  His stomach began to growl and churn. Between his
legs he could feel his balls swelling and roiling. "Aiden--quick--"

In unison, AIden and Jack slid themselves apart with the slickness of
Aiden's cum and a previously embedded 9'' of Aiden's throbbing cock was
produced by Aiden's quivering ass cheeks.  But Jack's balls were only
growing bigger. "I'm gonna cum," Jack warned. "I can't--I'm trying but I
can't stop!"

Aiden scrambled backwards again as Jack tried to pull out more and another
4'' appeared. Then another 2''. Jack's balls were the size of cantaloupes
now and they were quickly drawing up, getting ready to drain into Aiden
where he writhed. The boys had seconds before Aiden would be inundated from
the bottom up with yet another flood of cum and neither of them could even
think about what sort of sexual extravagance that might lead to. Not after
everything today.

But they were at Jack's cock head, and neither of them could have predicted
how much he'd grown inside Aiden. Together, with an urgency spurred on my
Jack's sputtering, clenched mouth as he fought off waves of orgasm, they
pulled as hard as they could.

Jack's cock didn't budge.  The knob of his head remained firmly locked
behind the lips of Aiden's clenched ass.

In a moment of horror Aiden realized the cock head was too big and he was
squeezing it too had.  Burrowed in his butt it felt beyond large, like two
hands interlocked together, and it wouldn't move an inch further. Jack
realized this too but exhaustion had set in and, without warning, he began
to cum in full.

"I'm cumming!" Jack shouted. "Aiden I'm cumming!"

It started with one spurt, just a normal impact of cum, and suddenly Jack's
testicles were pumping load after load of globular, magma-hot cum up into
Aiden's bowels. And, despite the urgency and the fear, Aiden could not deny
the intensity of the feeling of the pleasure it gave him. He was being
filled like a balloon hooked to a hose, his stomach was once again growing
round and puffy, his muscles vibrating and hungrily absorbing the
salty-sweet ambrosia. He felt that there was nothing he could do, and that
there was nothing he wanted to do so long as he could stay in this moment
as this hot, hung jock used him as his own personal cum dump.

And something about the surrender caught Jack's attention during the orgasm
and, for whatever reason, resulted in him cumming even harder.

Aiden felt himself give way, relax, unclench just a little, and suddenly in
the middle of Jack's orgasm his cock head burst out of Aiden's ass with
such a powerful jet of cum that Jack was propelled backwards, spraying
Aiden's parted legs. Jack landed on his own ass on the other edge of the
cough, his dick bounced back and smached him right in the chin, and soon he
was coughing and swallowing his own cum as rope after rope of the goopy
juice shot out, soaking his face, his hair, and the couch around him.

Jack's cock finally sputtered and dripped its last drop and, safe to assume
he was done cumming, the boy began to wipe the cum from his face.

"I think," Aiden said slowly, "I think we could use a few towels."

This was a tremendous understatement. The couch where Jack sat pinned was
ruined. So was the cushion where Aiden's ass was. They're cum seemed to
have soaked into everything, endowing the room with a hot, musky, fruity
dankness. Jack expected there to be more cum dripping out of Aiden's hole
considering how much it had had shot up into it, but as with the locker
room Aiden's ass had tightened up immediately after it was free of the hung
cock, not willing to share a single drop.

"Yeah, just one towel," Jack mused sarcastically as he flicked jizz from
his eyes, and licked it off his fingers.

"But," Aiden added, "I think you're going to have to find it yourself."

Jack was finally able to open his eyes. They felt stick. "Why?" he asked.

Aiden said nothing. Jack sat up to look at him.

"Because you didn't pull out," Aiden said, and Jack's jaw dropped. Aiden
sat sprawled on the couch (his own meaty cock deflated to a still-hefty
8'') with such a large potbelly of jizz that he looked like he could have
just participated in an eating contest.

"It's okay," Aiden said, gripping his belly. "It's not like before, with
the guys from the locker room.  I can tell. I don't feel like i'm going to
burst if I don't cum it out of me. I just feel..." he gave it a jiggle and
the cum gurgled in his system. "Content."  The rest of him was glowing with
a handsome, masculine health, like he'd just got done with an intense
workout, and Jack felt his dick stirring again.

Jack laughed and brought his own hands down to where his balls rested. They
had shrunk to the size of softballs. "And what about these?" he whined. "Am
I suppose to be content with these?"

"I sure am," Aiden winked, and then he heaved himself up into a sitting
position. "Looks like you've got a bit left, too."

Jack reached down to where his phone sat in his pants pocket. He took care
to keep the cum off it as he checked the time. "We have an hour," he said
coyly.

Aiden let out a manly, possessive growl, and with two hands he dragged Jack
towards him by the boys thighs until Jack's ass was planted firmly in the
new cushion of Aiden's stomach.

"Let's keep these exchanges one sided from now on," Aiden purred as he ran
his palms along Jack's sticky torso and began to lap at the residue. He
diligently cleaned each finger, his tongue swiping between each knuckle,
and then he rolled over himself so that he was on his stomach. The next
sight Jack got was the vision of Aiden's ass lifting into the air as the
boy began to suck greedily on his swollen nuts, and Jack reclined with a
pleased groan.


END

B.  Puddles

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