Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 21:21:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Benjamin Puddles <author.puddles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miracle Grow Boys: Aiden and Jack 5

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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
spending an afternoon being hazed by the soccer team in the showers, the
boys got caught in an intense fuck-fest that nearly spelt disaster when
they couldn't pull out! It's becoming clear that there's a larger game at
play, but so far the Miracle Grow Boys are only aware of a few pieces in
the puzzle.


Chapter 5


The best news Aiden got all day was that practice had been
cancelled. Normally this wouldn't have thrilled him like it did--he loved
soccer practice, getting sweaty with the boys and feeling the burn in his
legs--but today was not a normal day. In fact, no day had been a normal day
since he and Jack had taken the pills that had given them their now super
hung, always-precum-leaking miracle cocks. Every small chore was a slight,
sexual adventure, and if they weren't careful even the most simple of tasks
got them panting, hard, and ready to fuck.

For instance walking between classes; with his new cock bulging, which even
flaccid now exceeded 6 inches and was gorgeously thick, it became hard not
to look like he was hiding a cucumber down the inside of his pants. He
found that hunching worked but it attracted weird stares and even a few
playful jostles from some of the other boys.

"Got a stick up your ass?" joked Aiden's friend Tony. Aiden was sure Tony
hadn't heard about the locker room gangbang from last week but still, the
comment seemed almost too topical. Aiden shrugged it off at the time but he
noticed a small swell in his shorts and he bit down hard on his lip to
distract himself from it. He couldn't deal with that now.

Sometime halfway through 4th period Aiden ducked out of class and snuck up
the boy's bathroom on the third floor, where hardly anyone ever went. He
was just standing there in one of the stalls letting his cock hang out. It
made it easier to sit through class if he could promise himself a few short
minutes each period in a bathroom, where he'd scoop his hand into his
waistband, lift out his heavy cock and balls, and let them
breath. Sometimes he'd even toy with them, feeling the weight of his dick
and juggling between rubbing each of his hefty balls.

That's when he got the text class was cancelled. He was instantly relieved,
phone in one hand and cock in the other. He had come to dread practice, or
at least the end of practice when all the boys showered. But, so far, there
had been no repeats of the initiation games, or even a hint that the
initiation happened except for a few sly stares, and so instead Aiden and
Jack persisted in confusion and didn't question their luck. Truthfully,
though, Aiden suspected they both would be beyond excited to participate
again in that game. What had it been called? Corn field? Corn maze?

Damn, thought Aiden. Just thinking about all those hot, wet boys waving
around their hung, semi-hard cocks was getting him rock hard. Before long
his own meat was up to its 10 inches. Or was it more? It never failed to
surprise him when he looked at it down the line of his torso, wagging out
of the straining waistband of his briefs hooked under his balls.

Idly his shoved his phone back in his pocket and began to stroke his dick
in the stall. He wished Jack was here so they could fuck, quick and fast
with Jack pinned up against the tile wall, Aiden's jeans around his
ankles. Cussing and swearing and driving their tongues down each other's
throat. Maybe he'd even eat Jack out. He was in that kind of raunchy sex
mood.

Precum beaded at Aiden's piss slit and then began to seep out. Without
really thinking about it he began to jack off quicker and quicker,
squeezing harder and harder as he imagined Jack's warm ass embracing every
inch of him. The more Aiden jacked off the more vivid the scenario became
until he knew he was too close to cumming to stop, and then he thought "Why
not?" He hadn't been at it long, hopefully the teacher wouldn't notice his
absence. He began to imagine jacking himself off while choking down Jack's
cock, as much as he could cram into his throat, and then for some reason he
was imagining not Jack's cock but someone else's. Someone from the
showers. Perhaps Cross--?

Aiden came with his hand capped over the tip of his spewing cock to control
the pressurized bursts of cum, but ultimately the maneuver was
unssuccesful. Among the waves of intense pleasure he watched helplessly as
his jizz splattered all over the stall, the toilet, the floor, the tile
walls, and his stomach. He'd gotten himself off at record speed, but
cleaning up would be a much longer ordeal...

And, as it turned out, Aiden's teacher noticed the absence. And she was not
happy at all. Rather than try to drum up some excuse that would ultimately
fall through and ignite more suspicion, Aiden accepted the after-school
detention without question and the issue went no further. And it wasn't as
if Aiden really minded--he liked this teacher and he had some work to
do. Besides, his only plans were to hit the weight room with Jack in the
school's basement to make up for the practice but Jack could take care of
himself.

And so, while the halls of the school were emptying out at the day's end,
Aiden sat and did some geometry and after an hour or so was released. He
went straight towards the gymnasium. He didn't regret jacking off--it felt
great to be relieved of the pressure in his nuts, even just for a few
hours, and he was beyond excited to finish the week with his own
workout. He'd target his upper-back today, he decided. And his
deltoids. Maybe throw in some abdominal and stabilizer excersizes if he was
feeling energetic, and from the way he felt entering the gym he knew he was
going to have a great workout.

And he was right. By the time he was done with his hour and thirty minutes
he was dripping in sweat. The fabric of his cotton tank was damp and clingy
and his mesh shorts hugged the outline of his cock without remorse. Luckily
the gym was empty this late on a Friday and so Aiden flaunted the large
pulsing bulge beneath the thin material without having to worry too
much. It wasn't as if anyone would say anything. At least not to his
face. And if they did Aiden might just drop trow and disperse all curiosity
as to what he was hiding in those shorts. Maybe he'd even get a blowjob out
of it. It had happened before, in this very gym, although Aiden hadn't been
nearly this size then so he couldn't imagine what his cock would get him
now. Maybe a few fucks on the machines?

He stamped out his imagination as he entered the locker room. Getting
control of his sex drive after a workout was a difficult task for Aiden,
made more difficult by the inability of his briefs and shorts to contain
his dick without constantly stimulating it, rubbing his cock head and
grinding it into the corner of his balls and thigh. Even though he had
lifted hard today he just couldn't seem to divert the blood away from his
cock and it had remained hard nearly his whole work out.

Oh well, he mused. The showers were empty. He'd just have to get himself
off again! Cheerfully he pealed off his damp clothes, stepped from his
poor, strained briefs, grabbed his towel and set a few of the showers to
maximum heat so that the whole of the large, tile room was swathed in a
dense steam.

The water hit Aiden hard and as he hunched under the hot stream the smell
of his musk and sweat softened and drifted off his tense muscles, giving
way to the thick and perfumed lather of his body wash. For fun, since he
was alone, he pulled his wavy hair up into a mow hawk like a punk, and
pretended to play some rock riff on a guitar at his pelvis. He gave himself
backup vocals, which weren't very intune, and played harder, eventually
stopping when the thrusts of his hips accidentally swung his cock into his
own hands.

"Hey, boy," he growled, pulling back the foreskin of his semi-boner. "You
wanna play too? Looks like someone's eager..." Checking to make sure he was
still alone, Aiden pulled himself all the way under the shower to rinse
off, using the lather running down his shoulders, chest and abs as lube as
he fondled his balls and wagged his dick back and forth. As his flopping
cock began to go rigid large blobs of suds arced off the tip from the
wagging and made wet splats as they landed in the water at his feet.

Aiden found his body wash and squeezed some into his palm. Then he clapped
his large hands together, feeling his chest flex from the movement, and
soon his hands were slick and slippery. Without further delay his plunged
both onto his dick--one working the shaft while the other clutched his
nuts--and his second jackoff session of the day had begun in earnest.

He worked his dick slowly, taking care to feel every veins and pulse along
his cock. He liked to start at the tip, his fist clenched and poised above
his mushroom tip. He'd give a slight buck, clenching his ass, and slowly
his dick would dig into his fist, forcing it apart with its massive girth
as it slid farther and farther down until it hit the base, where there was
no hope of his hand being able to wrap around the whole things.

Meanwhile his other hand alternated between tugging at his balls and
cupping them lovingly. Aiden loved ball play. Loved it. Something about how
low they hung in the showers really turned him on and soon he was
concentrating both hands down there.

And he was moaning. No one was here this late before a weekend and so he
wasn't worried about being heard. Plus the echos of the showers would mask
out the groans emanating from his throat.

Soon it was time for more soap and Aiden dumped the gel into his hands
liberally, savoring the heavy, manly scent. It reminded him of when he'd
press his nose onto Jack's head while he fucked the kid from behind, and
how inhaling it was a mix of shampoo and Jack's own sexy scent. Sometimes
it was the smell of cleanliness, but sometimes it was the sexy smell of
sweat if Aiden was railing the kid after a workout, which was often the
case.  But Aiden had to give it to Jack; getting fucked by the kid had been
an incredible experience. It wasn't the first time Jack had been the top,
and it certainly wasn't the first time Aiden had taken a cock up the ass,
but it was the first time Aiden had taken something that large and the
honest part of him knew he loved it.

Damn, he thought. Was he going bottom? He didn't think so--not
entirely--but ever since he'd been forced to choke down Cross's hung dick
while taking two other guys in the ass something in him had craved being
used so shamelessly.

Aiden began to play with the tip of his cock while his other hand reached
behind him and clutched his muscular bubble butt. He grabbed the amble
flesh a few times, leaving behind some red hand prints, before he slid a
soapy hand down his crack. Soon he was nuzzling a knuckle or two up against
his ass and picturing Jack's perfect cock looking him straight in the face,
huge and threatening, and his hole responded with a needy pulse.

He sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his own fingers massaging his
hole. Jack's cockhead had been so warm and soft, and so slippery with
precum. Aiden bit down on his lip and--still toying with his cock's tip--he
pushed one of his thick fingers deep into his ass.

"Ahh!" he moaned, surprised at himself. How was he so tight? He'd bottomed
for Jack only days ago and that had been a massive accommodation for his
ass. And, in the same day, he'd somehow managed to have two of the hot,
endowed soccer studs stuff him at the same time. Yet here he was, knuckle
deep in the showers, soap dripping down the inside of his thigh, fingering
a hole as tight as it had ever been.

And damn did it feel good. After a few minutes passed of consistent finger
fucking Aiden felt ready for a second finger and he pushed it in with a
deep goran. His other hand had found its way all over his body, starting at
his balls and making its way all the way up to his large, erect nipples
which he began pinching and pulling.

Dully Aiden realized he should probably be finishing up soon. He'd already
been in the shower for twenty minutes and at least fifteen of them had been
spent pleasuring himself. He thought that maybe he'd made plans with Jack,
or at the very least Jack would be expecting some sort of text explaining
where he'd been, but try as he might Aiden couldn't bring himself to
dislodge his fingers from their slow, steady fucking of his squeezing hole.

In fact just the opposite. His knees were beginning to weaken beneath the
stimulation and an aching stitch was settling in his side where he was
reaching around. And, despite his better intentions, his third finger was
feeling awfully left out...

Hurriedly, hungry for the pleasure he himself was providing, Aiden
retracted his fingers and sat himself down right on the floor of the
bathroom with this back against the wall and his knees at his chest. If
someone walked in now they'd see Aiden's ass aimed at them but there was no
chance of that, and so without further delay Aiden's slicked-up hand was
crawling back down his stomach, over his swelling balls, and right into his
waiting, puckering hole.

"Oooh man," he moaned. The third finger was definitely a squeeze but it
felt beyond good. It felt right, like he wouldn't be able to get off
without that extra strain pushing against the rim of his rectum. His other
hand moved to spread his ass further as he guided his fingers in and out
and then, once they were sliding in easier, he began to jack off his soapy
cock.

Without fully realizing it was happening, Aiden felt that it was getting
easier and easier to slide his fingers right up to the knuckles (upon where
his ass firmly squeezed `No!'). Groaning and squirming against his hand,
Aiden slowly pushed further, further, further while his hand furiously
stroked up and down his cock.

Then he got a great idea, so great that a devilish smile spread across his
face. Keeping his three fingers knuckle deep in his ass, he used his other
hand to squeeze his cock from the hilt to the tip, causing precum to ooze
out copiously. Quickly he collected as much of it as he could beneath the
splattering water above and then he went about massaging the clear, magical
goop into his rhythmic finger fucking of his upturned ass.

It started with a slight tingling that quickly turned into an incredible
pressure at the base of his spine, like small jolts of lightning were
sparking through his bowels. Quickly Aiden milked more precum from his
monster meat and massaged it all over his asshole and hand until he felt
his fingers slick with the substance.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, driving his fingers up to his knuckles and
wiggling them against his ass walls. "Fuck yeah, just a little further..."
he whispered as his fourth finger began to push up against his straining
hole. He liked to encourage himself during strenuous work outs and right
now he was certainly straining. "Just a little..." He could feel each
rounded knuckle grinding against his anus, he could feel them slip and
slide as he twisted his wrist this way and that and he could feel the
fingertip of his fourth finger every so slowly begin to dig in...

And then: pop! With a hearty, slow shove Aiden felt his hand vanish into
his ass up until his knuckles, allowing his thumb to press sensually on the
space just beneath his balls.

"Fuck!" he yelled, surprising himself. "Fucking christ," his yell eased
into a moan as the pain vanished and white-hot pleasure began to grow in
his pulsing ass, spreading up through his spine and stomach and causing
even more precum to squirt from his cock.

Slowly he pulled his hand out and then, even slower, he pressed his fingers
back in, panting and gasping and heaving as his other hand ran up and down
his body, squeezing his pecs and tugging his balls. It was a battle to keep
his knees up and he kept slipping, sending water splashing and causing his
ass to sink even further down onto his hand. It certainly wouldn't be long
now before he came hard, and that would make two epic orgasms in just one
day...

Aiden was so enwrapped in the suctioning feeling of his ass against the 4
knuckles attempting to burry themselves in his ass that he didn't
immediately realize that some of the splashing he was hearing couldn't be
him, that perhaps someone was watching from behind the clouds of steam,
waiting.

"You power tops always make the hottest bottoms."

Aiden's eyes fluttered open and he froze where he sat. Above him, viewed
between his upraised legs, was a shadow among the steam. It was a tall
shadow, muscular and with a close cropped military buzz, and because it
stood with its legs apart Aiden could see that it was most definitely a he
judging by the thick, flaccid dick swinging between the legs.

With a small splash Cross stepped forward. He stood with one hand on his
hip, the other soaping up his hefty, limp cock, with his chin upturned and
his eyes full of confident lust. He looked to Aiden like a predator that
just stumbled along a wounded prey.

"What the--" Aiden began to sit up.

"Don't move," Cross commanded, and Aiden froze again. "I like seeing you
like this. I wouldn't want to interrupt."

Aiden's head spun. Where were the rest of the guys? Were they about to
appear? How long had they been here, watching him? He had lost track of
time and he couldn't think straight with the steam filling his lungs and
head.

Cross smiled smugly at Aiden's confused face and walked the rest of the way
over, then crouched down so he was sitting on his haunches.

"Just you and me, stud, sorry to disappoint." He winked. "I gave the boys a
day off, although it looks like you ignored the chance to rest."

Aiden's nerves crackled. Cross was appraising him, looking over him
frankly, eyes lingering on where Aiden's fingers dug into his own ass.

"You're the one who canceled practice?" Aiden asked, feeling stupid.

Cross shrugged. "Sure did. Somethings going around. No sense getting
everyone sick. Besides, you guys have been working so very hard
lately. Especially you and your friend Jack. Everyone's been noticing,
especially some of the older guys. I was just with the coaches and they've
got plans for you two."

Cross looked Aiden up and down and smiled sexily. "Big plans."

"Why are you here?" Aiden spat. He slowly began trying to retract his
fingers but they stayed put. What was going on?

"The gyms the best when it's this late on a Friday. No ones around, except
evidently you. Hate to say it, but when one of the coaches mentioned they
saw you in the weight room I jumped on the chance to get a workout in with
you. Sadly you'd finished up already, but imagine my shock to walk in here
and find you...." Cross's eyes flashed down Aiden's glistening body,
"...still hard at work."

Aiden couldn't believe what was happening. Why hadn't he extracted his
fingers from his ass yet? What was wrong with him? And why did Cross seem
to like it so much?

"I was just finishing up," Aiden mumbled, trying once again to pull himself
upright, but before he got very far Cross planted a powerful hand on his
shoulder and pinned him back against the wall.

"Dude," Aiden yelped. "What gives?"

"We've got rules on this team," Cross growled in his ear. "One for all, all
for one, you know? Jacking off in the shower is only allowed if it's a
group effort. Otherwise, how do you build camaraderie?"

Cross was so close to Aiden that Aiden could smell the sweat still on his
skin. His breath was hot and it made Aiden's skin shiver. From where Aiden
was he could see Cross's large cock swinging beneath his crouching body,
and he watched as it slowly began to thicken and grow longer.

"I didn't know," Aiden stuttered, unable to take his eyes off of Cross's
cock. Seeing it for the first time without a blindfold he marveled at how
big it was. Not even hard, Aiden could tell that it was a thick piece,
thickest at the middle and tapering to a nice, slightly upturned mushroom
tip that was a beautiful, gleaming pink. And the balls were just as
sexy--large, swinging orbs in a tight sac with a fuzz of blond hair
glistening in the lowlight of the showers.

Cross laughed openly and leaned back to address Aiden face to face. "Are
you sorry?"

"Yeah," Aiden panted. "I'm sorry."

Cross made a clownish frown. "I don't think you are. You're still rock hard
and, as far as I can tell, you're still fingering your ass."

Aiden tried once again to pull his fingers out but his ass seemed to drag
his fingers in further.

"Stop fingering yourself," Cross purred again. Aiden gritted his teeth and
pulled as hard as he could but only gained back a centimeter or so. Cross's
hand slowly found Aiden's between Aiden's ass and slowly he began to push
it in deeper. Aiden's body responded automatically, his ass opening to
accept his large fingers. He was back where he'd started.

Cross's eyes gleamed with cunning. "Looks like you need a hand, don't you
buddy?"

Aiden was paralyzed between pleasure and the complexity of the
situation. Before he had time to think of an answer to the loaded question
Cross took his silence as a go-ahead.

"Well, let's see what I can do..." Cross trailed off as he slowly tugged
Aiden's hand and it dislodged itself obediently. Aiden gasped at the
feeling of sudden vacancy in his ass and Cross let out a growling
chuckle. Before Aiden could even begin to sit up a new set of fingers was
slowly swiping around his hole, fingers that belonged to the stud leaning
over him.

"What--" Aiden stammered. Cross mercilessly shoved his first finger into
Aiden and Aiden's body twisted in surprise.

"I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't let you finish what you'd started. It's one
for all, all for one after all, right?" Cross joined a second finger with
his first as he began to slowly finger Aiden's ass. A gurgling moan escaped
Aiden's throat and he tried to clench his teeth to quiet himself.

"And I've got to say I'm impressed," Cross purred between Aiden's
gasps. "Your hole is well trained, tightening up after each use. Even
now--" Aiden felt a third finger slowly prod itself into the assault and he
gulped down a huge moan. "--Even now you're as tight as any virgin I've
fucked. Yet you managed to get all four fingers in just now. Why do you
think that is, Aiden?"

"Ugh! Ugh! I don't--I don't know," Aiden panted. "Please, Cross, I'm too
tight!"

Cross clucked his tongue. "Wrong answer," he said as a forth finger began
to push into the bunch, coming close to penetrating Aiden with the
rest. But then Cross paused.

"Could it be that you've discovered the mysterious wonders of your own
cum?" Cross began to glide his other hand over Aiden's balls, bouncing them
and squeezing them lovingly.

"How do you know that?" Aiden stammered.

Cross smiled crookedly as he began to slowly pump Aiden's fat dick. Aiden
urged himself to lose his erection, to at least stop releasing precum, but
it was an impossible gesture compared to Cross's expert hand growing
quickly slippery with the salty solution.

"There we are..." said Cross as he swiped a few drops of precum from
Aiden's spurting mushroom tip. Aiden watched the glistening fingers
disappear between his legs and soon he felt the familiar tingling in his
ass of his cum's magic.

"You're special," said Cross huskily as he resumed fucking Aiden with his
fingers, the fourth now conjoined in the effort. "But you and Jack are not
the only ones."

Aiden's head spun. He had put his hands up over him, palms against the wet
tiles of the wall, and he tried to think through the fog and steam as the
older stud continued to stretch open his ass.

"Atta boy," whispered Cross. "Just like that, open up that jock hole for me
man. You fucking love having me finger bang your hole."

Aiden closed his eyes and let himself sink onto Cross's hands as they
worked his cock and ass. He did love it. There was no denying it to
anyone. His rock hard cock spoke for him.

There was a shifting and Aiden felt Cross's fingers twist in his ass. When
he looked back up Cross had repositioned himself so that he was straddling
Aiden's chest, his own meaty ass was starring Aiden straight in the face.

"Lube me up, bro," Cross commanded, and without waiting for an answer he
shoved his ass up against Aiden's mouth, which had just opened to form
another question. Aiden gasped, inhaling deeply, and the smell was a mix of
sweat, ass, musk, and soap. Aiden shook his head to resist at first, but
when the motion caused Cross to let out a sexy, whimpering moan something
in Aiden snapped and without a moment's notice he found his tongue steadily
lapping at the other boys hole.

"Get it good," Cross murmured as his fingers caressed the inside of Aiden's
ass. "I'm gonna need it, looking at the size of this piece."

Aiden moaned into Cross ass and doubled his lapping, driving his tongue all
over the jocks crack and as far into the boy's hole as it would go. He was
beginning to feel a loosening as he aggressively tongue fucked between the
muscular cheeks when something made him pause; something on his cock, wet
and warm and suckling. Moments later he began to receive deep, masterful
head.

Inadvertently, with his mouth still plastered to Cross's ass, Aiden bucked
his hips up and began to face fuck Cross, causing Cross' fingers to sink
further into Aiden's needy hole. The combination of motions, pressures and
consequences mixed with the wet warmness of Cross's ass in his mouth and
nose began to make Aiden feel lightheaded but as soon as it had started it
stopped. Reluctantly he felt his cock slide from Cross's throat.

"That should do it," Cross sighed and sat up from Aiden's panting tongue
and once again he was reorienting himself, scooting forward yet keeping his
hand firmly planted in Aiden's ass.

"Line it up, bro," Cross commanded. He was now sitting with a knee on
either side of Aiden's hips, his beautiful bubble butt poised just above
Aiden's pelvis so that Aiden's cock leaned heavily along Cross's sculpted
crack, now shiny with Aiden's saliva.

"Line it up?" Aiden asked stupidly. He couldn't think between the slow
plunges of Cross's fingers still burrowing into his ass.

"Your monster cock. Line it up," Cross said sternly, and it was all the
motivation Aiden needed before his topping instincts kicked in fully. With
both hands free he used one to grasp Cross's hips while he used the other
to guide the tip of his cock towards Cross's glistening hole.

But he stopped there. "I don't know man," he said warily. "I haven't even
fingered you or warmed you up much or anything and I'm sort of thick these
days--"

"I know what you are," Cross growled, and without warning he set himself
down firmly on top of Aiden's cock, taking in the head and an inch with the
forceful slam. "Now let me get to work!"

Aiden's head lolled back as Cross began to stuff himself with the girthy
cock. The sensation of the senior jock's tight, warm ass enveloping his
dick, which was buzzing with the pent up pleasure of the drawn out shower,
burst stars in Aiden's vision. He began to move his hips in time with the
other boy as Cross began to move himself up and down the beefy pole and
soon he had all but forgotten about Cross's hand steadily fucking his ass.

"Good," Cross moaned. "You're nearly ready."

There was a slippery, pumping noised that Aiden though was Cross jacking
himself off but then the boy slowed the riding to a slow, deep fuck as he
leaned forward, and the pumping noise stopped.

Aiden felt the tingling start in his ass again as Cross applied more
precum, but he knew it wasn't his precum with his dick buried in Cross's
ass. And, by the way the tingling was stronger, somehow more potent, Aiden
knew that this precum was more powerful. It was Cross's own.

Cross began to push his four fingers up to their knuckles in Aiden's ass,
grinding them steadily further and further as he continued to fuck himself
up and down on Aiden's prick.

"Open up, boy, you're gonna need all the room you can get when I'm done
with you..." The way Cross said it was such a dominating, nearly malevolent
tone that Aiden began to grow scared. His ass really did feel as though it
was being opened up, stretched like elastic taffy.

"Wait," Aiden began to beg, but Cross just squeezed his ass muscles around
Aiden's cock and Aiden's head spun. "Wait..." he trailed off, eyes growing
wide as slowly, surely, his ass began to edge over the knuckles of Cross's
bunched, four fingers, until finally he felt the joint of Cross's thumb
push up against his nuts.

"Uuuuughh," Aiden groaned, feeling the intense penetration while he
continued to penetrate Cross. The combination was like none other.

"Yeah you like that?" Cross resumed his quick bouncing on Aiden's dick as
he let Aiden get used to the stretch.

"Fuck yeah," Aiden gasped. With the strain on his rectum he felt more
pleasure than ever and, like clockwork, his cock began to leak a heavy flow
of precum.

And somehow Cross noticed. "There it is!" he gasped, moaning louder and
louder. "Fuck yeah, Aiden, give me that precum. Pump me full of it. Pump my
cock up."

Aiden had no choice in the matter. Cross's ass was gripping his throbbing
dick like an all-consuming vice, and the constant prodding of his prostate
was causing his balls to gush like a fountain with the stuff. He knew he
was trapped, he knew he was right where Cross wanted him, and he knew he
was a fool. But he didn't care. He knew it wasn't over and he knew he was
excited.

"Yeah that's a good boy," Cross cooed. "Fatten up my cock. You know where
it's gonna end up."

"Jesus," Aiden moaned, feeling another jet of precum coat Cross' bowels
which reacted with a lusty convulse, chugging it up. In turn he watched a
shiver run through the ass and back muscles of the other boy as the magic
took hold and began to define his muscles, grow them, plump up his ass so
that it jiggled a little more every time.

"Now, just a little more," Cross moaned, and once again there was the sound
of Cross running his free hand along his own prick.

Then Aiden felt it again. The tingling. The powerful tingling that wasn't
his precum or Jack's precum but Cross'. But what was Cross going to do?
He'd run out of fingers.

Cross retracted his fingers, keeping just the tips nuzzling Aiden's
slobbering hole, and then began to push them back in. This time, however,
Aiden felt a new dimension as his ass hungrily sucked the fingers in. A new
shape in the cluster of digits. A new joint to accommodate.

"Is that?" he gasped. "Are you trying--is that your entire--?"

"You can take it," growled Cross, still bouncing on Aiden's cock.

"But! But!" Aiden tried to protest but there was no way to struggle without
pushing himself farther down onto Cross's fingers. Besides, the older jock
was literally pinning him down with his ass clenched firmly around his
member.

"Ahh!" Aiden cried. "Ahh!" He was completely at the mercy of Cross, and he
sensed the boy wasn't going to let up soon. Every time Aiden felt he'd hit
his limit Cross would go back for more precum, slather it across his hand,
and Aiden's hole would spread apart just a bit more....

"You want it so bad," Cross mused to himself as Aiden's ass sucked and
pulled at his hand, all five of his fingers burrowed right up to the
knuckles. "Say you want it."

Aiden groaned, wincing at the strain on his ass, but he nodded all the
same.

"Louder!" Cross commanded.

"I want it!" Aiden bellowed.

Cross began to push his fist in further, slowly, fucking himself on Aiden's
cock with luxurious, slow bounces, and Aiden's tight hole began to
accommodate the massive stretch.

"That's what I like to hear," Cross grinned. Then he mumbled, "My cum is
working wonders," but Aiden couldn't concentrate on the words. He was only
conscious of the fact that forty minutes ago he'd only been managing one
finger, but now Cross was nearly fisting him, nearly pushing his entire...

"UUUH!" Aiden yelled as his ass finally swallowed Cross's fist, right up to
muscular jock's wrist. Aiden saw stars. His body felt full of an intense,
heavenly lightning, all originating and ending in the nerves of his abused
ass.

Cross was unrelenting. He began to pull in and out, bringing his knuckles
right up to the threshold of the inside of Aiden's ass, leaving them there,
then pushing back in. For a minute Aiden could do nothing but yell with
waves of pain and pleasure as the older body felt his insides. Sweat
covered both the boys, pooling in the crevices of their abs and biceps and
behind their knees and Aiden's legs bucked and twitched as Cross pounded
both his cock and his ass.

And the precum flowed like a faucet, elating Cross and forcing all sorts of
words out of his mouth as he worked over Aiden's cock and ass. "Fuck yeah
bro, gimme that precum, fatten up this dick for your tight hole. Yeah fuck
my ass like I'm fucking yours. You're so fucking thick Aiden. You're so
fucking thick."

Aiden didn't bother forming words. There were no words he could think of so
instead he moaned and groaned as the pleasure surged through him.

"I'm getting huge man," Cross began to pant. "I'm growing, dude! I'm huge!"

Aiden turned his attention back to the stud bouncing on his cock and was
faced with the very real transition between what was once a muscular soccer
jock to what had become a hunky, ripped, meaty god fucking himself on his
veiny cock. The shock of the difference took his breath away for a
second. This was even further than he'd gone with Jack. Way further.

Cross's ass muscles began to work over Aiden's cock with an intense,
slippery suction and Aiden felt his huge balls begin to draw up. "I can't
hold out!" he moaned. "I'm gonna cum soon! Please!"

"Please what?" Cross said, still fucking himself steadily.

"Stop! It's gonna be too much! You don't know--"

"Oh," Cross's voice was full of a cocky smile. "Oh I know what I'm in store
for." And with that he began to lift himself all the way up Aiden's cock,
keeping just the tip inside the lips of his ass before sliding all the way
back down the glistening, throbbing piece of meat, all the while pounding
his fist in and out of Aiden's tingling hole.

"I can't--" Aiden groaned, but it was a facade. He could. He was. He wanted
to. And he didn't need to say it because he knew that Cross knew he was
like putty, literally, in the other boy's hands. Aiden began to let lose
his orgasm, starting in his balls, barreling through his girthy cock, and
sloshing up in the depths of Cross's already mega-pumped body.

"Holy SHIT!" Cross yelled as his ass squeezed to stay on the pressurized
pole. When Cross tried to move the hand reaching up Aiden's ass he found
that Aiden's own muscles were clamping tight, determined to ride out the
orgasm with everything rightfully in place and penetrating.

One, two, three....nine, ten, eleven...! Aiden's balls finally ran out of
jizz near the fifteenth squirt but not a drop was let lose as Cross ground
his hips all the way down on the cumming cock, bouncing up and down on
Aiden's hips.

Cross looked over his shoulder, sitting up a bit, and flashed Aiden a
devilish grin. "You ready bro?"

Aiden's eyebrows knotted and Cross laughed wryly. Slowly the older jock
pulled his fist out of Aiden's hole, leaving him gasping and wanting it
back, and then Cross pulled himself off Aiden's cock.

Slowly Cross stood up. His body was an incredible assortment of bulging
muscles glowing with sweat. His back remained to Aiden, who lay in a
baffled haze on the shower floor with his legs spread, feeling as though he
had done something terribly wrong yet terribly tantalizing.

"Look what you've done with that magic cock of yours," Cross said as he
looked himself over. Already the colossal dose of cum was taking effect,
rounding out the bony areas of Cross and filling in his trim body with
rigid, twitching muscles. Aiden watched from behind and inadvertently felt
his cock, mouth and ass grow wet with renewed lust.

"Looks like its time to repay the favor," Cross smiled over his
shoulder. "But you'll be happy I stretched you out like I did." Cross began
to turn around. "You'll be needing it."

Aiden's jaw dropped. The dick that swung between Cross's legs, the one that
was hefty and beautiful to begin with, had transformed with the rest of the
teen stud. What had once been a dripping nine inches now exceeded a foot,
easily by several inches, jutting out from Cross's pelvis a stiff right
angle. The head alone was the nearly the size of Aiden's fist. The
gargantuan cock picked up girth towards the middle and then tapered back
again, ending in a pair of balls that better resembled two grapefruits
hanging side by side, fighting for space between Cross's thick thighs.

And it was growing.

Cross looked down as if he'd just noticed the growth. "Oh, and there's that
last batch of cum." He looked back at Aiden, sweat soaked and panting in
the pool of steaming water.

"Better open wide," Cross winked.


To be continued...