Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 18:16:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Benjamin Puddles <author.puddles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miracle Grow Boys: Aiden and Jack 6

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Chapter 6



Aiden couldn't believe what he was seeing. Or what he was feeling. Or what
had just happened. Or what was about to happen.

But it was all there, represented by Cross's hulking form standing over him
like some carved statue of an ancient god. Aiden had watched the
transformation take place. Cross, who was already a muscular, lean soccer
stud, had accumulated the body of a built, broad man. His huge, defined
chest rose and sank steadily, the veins along his biceps and forearms
pulsed as he flexed his hands, and as he shifted to face Aiden the taught
flesh of his sinewy legs rippled.

And that cock. Aiden could not look away from that beautiful monster that
hung like a third leg from Cross's pelvis. Even with its massive
length--well over a foot and Aiden couldn't even guess how much around--it
managed to stand out from him. Many veins pulsed beneath the skin of the
erection but one main one ran along the bottom, ending in the soft-looking
flesh of the cock's tip, and as Aiden eyed down the glistening piss slit
all he could think about doing was lapping at it, begging it to unlock the
flood of cum that waited within Cross's two grapefruit size balls.

And it was growing still. Slightly, yet steadily.

"That would be that last dose of cum starting to kick in," Cross said
helpfully. He brought both hands beneath his dick and heaved it up, showing
Aiden the underside. Pushed up it reached all the way to his
nipples. Slowly, eyes locked onto Aiden's, he craned his neck down and
began to run his tongue all around the tight skin of his cock head while
his two hands squeezed the meaty shaft.

"You'll be glad I stretched you out." Cross winked.

Aiden was trembling despite the heat from the still-running showers. As he
sat up quickly he sent water splashing and Cross's eyes twinkled with
amusement.

"You don't--" Aiden stuttered. "You're not planning on--you don't really
think you can fit--" By now Cross's cock had inched up his torso
perceptibly further. "Better hurry," he purred. "That last blast of cum is
going to be a doozy once it kicks in for real."  "But--but--" Aiden
stammered.

Cross pounced, dragging Aiden up into his strong arms and hoisting him over
his shoulder. This was no simple task, seeing as Aiden was a massive guy as
it was, but with Cross's new endowment the task was as simple as if Aiden
were half his weight.

"Change of setting," Cross mumbled to Aiden's protests. As Aiden began to
squirm Cross said something else that sounded like, "Resisting is gonna
make you tense up. Can't have that," and a second later Aiden felt Cross's
familiar fingers pushing back into his upturned hole.

"Ahhh! Ah!" Aiden moaned as the fingers entered him again, twisting and
turning as Cross carried him from the showers, through the small locker
room, through the corridor and into the empty weight room. It was well
beyond school hours now and the sun had set and Cross didn't even bother
flicking a light on. He just brought Aiden right over to one of the benches
running the middle of the room and sloughed him down. Not once did his hand
stop its relentless finger fucking.

And it worked. Aiden stopped fighting as his prostate was knuckled. He
allowed himself to be plopped onto his back, right on the wide
bench. Truthfully, the feeling of his ass opening up was addicting at this
point and despite what he thought he knew about what he wanted, Cross's
power and that humungous, throbbing cock represented something a little
more in line with what he truly needed.

And Cross knew it.

"There you go," said Cross in an almost loving tone as he scooted Aiden an
inch or so back so he himself could straddle the bench. In reality this
meant only the tip of his dick came to rest on the bench, but with Aiden's
ankles hoisted up by his ears there was plenty of room to sit--or at least
there would be in a minute once he shoved in.

Aiden shivered, the droplets of water cooling on his skin. Cross noticed
and leaned into an embrace. He dragged his tongue along Aiden's straining
neck, turning the shower water to spit and the chill to steam and soon
Aiden felt something round and sticky brush between his legs.

"Jesus," he moaned as Cross tongued his ear. "It's huge man."

"You can do it," Cross growled. "Better hurry. I can feel your cum growing
me, man. It's gonna add on more than you think."

"How much?" Aiden panted as the colossal head of Cross's cock began to push
up against the ring of his ass.

Cross didn't answer right away. He just continued to suck and lick Aiden's
neck while he pushed just a bit harder. Aiden could feel the familiar
tingle of precum working its magic on his ass and he felt his muscles
relax. He felt them push out. He was glad Cross had fisted him like he did
in the showers. It was certainly an act that had been performed with some
foresight.

As the tip nuzzled its way forward into the confines of Aiden's ass he felt
it pulsing with Cross's heartbeat. And, perceptibly, each pulse brought
just the smallest strain of growth. He couldn't be sure but he felt like
the strains were getting larger, more distinct, but instead of being
intimidated or scared he just felt so damn turned on. He felt tenacious. He
felt horny.  "C'mon. Fuck me," he whined as his ass was stretched.

"If you say so," said Cross with a devilish hint in his voice, and with a
loud slurping pop he shoved his cock head the rest of the way into Aiden's
eager ass.

"FUCK!" Aiden cried, arching, but it was too late now. He'd whispered the
magic words and Cross was not going to let him take them back. Like an
animal, the older boy began to steadily push more and more of his plumped
up penis into Aiden.

To Aiden it felt like the shaft would never end. He felt the rise of its
thickness towards the middle and then the slow tapering after. He felt
every veins and every pulse. He felt, finally, the wiry tickle of Cross's
pubes minutes later when the boy had finally finished sheathing himself in
Aiden's ass.

"Damn, Aiden," Cross said breathlessly. "You fucking did it."

Aiden's head rolled on his neck. His eyes were fluttering. Never in his
life could he have imagined he was going to feel so full, so fulfilled. His
legs were spread wide to fit Cross, his own huge dick minor in comparison
to the fuckpole thrumming in his anus. Looking down at himself it was like
looking at an erotic cartoon, an impossibility made real.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cross began to whisper quickly.

"What?" Aiden asked. "What?" He was worried.

"It's just--"

"What?!"

"Your cum," panted Cross as he began to pull his dick out, then push it
back in. He spoke in gasps. "I held off its growth as much as I could but I
can't man. I can't control it much longer. It's gonna--it's gonna
happen--AHH!"

Aiden felt a lurch in his abdomen as Cross's cock spasmed and, in tandem,
he felt his ass stretch open a little wider.

Obediently, in accordance to the fresh batch of precum being pumped into
him, Aiden's own cock twitched and began to thicken. More for balance than
for Aiden's pleasure, Cross reached a hand down and grasped onto Aiden's
pole and began to fist it up and down firmly, issuing an incoherent moan
from Aiden's lips.

"AH!" Cross gasped again. Aiden felt another lurch, another tremor of
growth in his own balls. As Cross began to fuck him harder her could see
the lump of Cross's dick along the skin of his tight abs, traveling up and
down, up and down, and growing bigger all the time.  "Cross!" Aiden began
to feel a kernel of panic. "What's--UGH" another lurch blew through both
boys and they moaned in unison. "What's happening?!"

"Too much--" Cross panted and his fucking became quicker, more aggressive,
"I'm overloading man," he gasped.

"What--" Aiden began but the words were knocked right out of his throat as
the biggest spasm yet thickened Cross's cock in him. Despite the gargantuan
size Cross wasn't letting up the rapid fucking and Aiden realized, dimly,
that Cross was hurrying towards an orgasm.  But if only his precum, and one
batch of cum had done this to Cross, what would happen to Aiden with the
compounded effects of all that plus the special dose of super cum that was
sloshing in Cross's ball like a foreboding promise?

"I can't take it!" Aiden wheezed.

"You're doing great," Cross huffed dismissively.

"No," Aiden had to choose his words carefully as Cross began to deep fuck
him on the gym bench. "The cum. That much cum. Ugh! I can't--AH! I can't--"

Cross let out a boyish chuckle. "Too late now, soccer stud. You're getting
bred."

"What?!" Aiden gasped.

Cross made a growling sound and suddenly Aiden felt strong hand on his
hips, his sides, lifting him up off the bench. His world spun around him as
Cross carried him a few steps over, cradling him awkwardly, until they were
beneath the pull up bar.

"If you can pull yourself off, I'll let you go," said Cross with a smirk.

Aiden glanced up at the bar. Cross' member still throbbed in his ass.

"And if I can't?"

"Consider you fag ass bred."

Aiden swore, considered hitting Cross, knocking his lights out, but he knew
Cross was in control. And despite the need to cum himself--to in fact have
the cum fucked out of him thrust by thrust--the manly, envious part of him
seized on the idea of competition. Of a challenge.  Aiden let go of Cross
and grasped the bar above him with both hands. Once he had a good hold,
Cross lifted his ankles up onto his own shoulders so he had some leverage
in the air. Sure, he wasn't supporting his full weight, but the maneuver
was clunky and it was still a battle to keep from losing ground.

Another lurch pulsed through Cross, causing the boy to moan, and Aiden
shuddered in pleasure as a small ache returned to his hole.

He pulled up, dragging himself off several inches of Cross's megacock until
another spasm ran through him--his own cock thickening--and he lost his
nerve. Quickly he slid back down, impaling himself all over again.

"I could get used to this," Cross said while Aiden cussed, trying again and
failing. He pulled up several more times, the action surprisingly easy with
the adrenaline coursing through him, but each time he though he'd reached
the end of Cross's goliath dick he was mistaken.  And, worse, he was only
fucking himself harder and harder, causing his strength to fade to pleasure
and causing Cross to slowly pump his hips in time with Aiden's failed
attempts to get free.

"Yeah, boy, fuck yourself," Cross said with a thrust as Aiden slid back
down. "You're doing all the work for me. Won't be long until--"

Another lurch and another growl from Cross. Aiden could feel his limits
expanding. He could feel his failure looming. How much more could his ass
take? His arms? His back?  And then he saw the trap for what it was. He
couldn't pull himself off this way; Cross was too big, too long. He'd have
to get creative.

Aiden took a deep breath, ignored the pressure in his balls and the
slippery precum dribbling from his own cock, and pulled himself up one
final time. His arms burned, his chest was beaded in sweat, but the feeling
of Cross slowly sliding out of him gave him hope. Once he reached the peak
of the pull up he took a second, just one second to get his balance, and
then shot one arm over the bar. Then the other.

Cross cracked open an eye.

Aiden hoisted his pits over the bar. He could feel his ass nearing the end
of Cross's dick, that large, mushroom head, and with a roar of
determination he continued to push himself up, little by little, feeling
that head lurch and grow and soak his bowels with even more precum.
"Cheater," said Cross with wry enthusiasm. "But if you can bend the rules,
so can I."

Aiden wasn't about to wait to find out what twist was awaiting for him in
Cross's mind of erotic nightmares. He could feel the ridge of the dick
pulling at his ass and with one more heave upwards it was sliding out,
slowly, and he would be free!

And then he felt a new sensation, one that overshadowed the intense
straining of his ass as he pulled it over Cross's head. The new sensation
wasn't in his ass. It was on his balls. And that's when Aiden realized that
as he'd struggled up and had brought his nuts eye level with Cross. Without
looking down he knew what was coming next.

"Oh fuck," Aiden groaned.

Without removing his face from the base of Aiden's dick, Cross's muffled
voice said, "It's not all about me, you know." Then the lapping returned,
quickly moving up Aiden's dick and focusing around the tip. Aiden felt
Cross let go of one of his ankle and he felt his dick being pulled down,
poised to be sucked from where Cross stood, and then he felt the warm
tightness of Cross's expert mouth as it gobbled down Aiden's precum soaked
shaft.

"I can't--" Aiden stammered. His ass was nearly free of the monstrous
invader but the sucking of Cross's mouth was so strong, so tantalizing. He
pulled away as though he meant it, as though he could ignore the carnal
determination he had come to recognize as a lust for Cross's perfect body,
and slowly he felt his ass dislodge itself. Finally.

And then, whether by chance or by intention, Aiden's grip on the bar
slipped and with a rough shove the cock head hovering beneath his ass was
suddenly the cock head buried in his ass.

Aiden cried out, startled, and then cried out again because with zero
preparation he was cumming. Cross's eyes smiled up at him devilishly, the
other boys mouth full of cock and now cum, and Aiden felt his arms loosen
around the bar as his strength was sucked from his balls and into the other
jock's throat.

There was nothing Aiden could do. His body was weak, used, hungry for
more. He let go of the bar as soon as he felt Cross's strong hands on his
lower back, ready to steady him as his ass gorged itself right down to the
base of Cross's cock. Cross's eyes rolled back, Aiden's cock popped from
his mouth with a wet slurp, and quickly the boys arms became intertwined
while Cross rapidly thrust up into Aiden's ass, over and over, in time with
the fountain of cum pumping from Aiden's balls.

With a throaty groan and one final shove Cross began to let loose in
Aiden's ass. Aiden pitched back and forth but Cross's grip on him was
absolute, encompassing him like a vice as more and more semen was forced
from Cross's swinging, melon sized balls, up his engorged penis, and into
Aiden's widened ass.

When it was finally over Aiden found that, at some point, they had fallen
to the mats of the floor. He was on his back and Cross was on all fours,
poised over him, panting and glistening with sweat. Slowly the throbbing in
his abdomen subsided and, out of breath, Cross kissed him deeply for a
series of long, passionate moments. Then, gently, Cross retracted his
softening member and moved his kissing down Aiden's neck, covering his
collarbones, each nipple, his distended stomach, his bellybutton, his
balls, and eventually ending between his legs again.

Gingerly Cross flicked his tongue over Aiden's ass, which had puckered up
and tightened, trapping the batch of cum inside. For safe keeping Cross
gave it a few more swipes, nuzzled it lovingly, and then sat back.

Aiden sat up too. He was dizzy. His whole body felt like it was buzzing
with electricity. Just looking down at himself he hardly recognized his
large, limp dick and the mound where the pint of cum lay waiting, its magic
already absorbing into his bloodstream.

"Well, well, well," Cross said between deep breaths. His body was still
huge, though notably less so now that he'd released a good deal of cum back
into Aiden. "All that showering just to get dirty again."

Aiden smiled, unsure of his feelings in that moment. It was a struggle to
keep his eyes open he was so tired from the evening romp. Beside him he
heard Cross's breathing steady and then the other boy stood up. Aiden
didn't follow, eager for a moment or two to collect his thoughts. He wanted
to sleep so badly.

A foot nudged him. Aiden opened his eye to look up at Cross's shadowy
figure. "Consider yourself bred, stud. Better get yourself home. Your in
store for quite a morph. Actually, the whole soccer team is I'd say."

END


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