Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 10:11:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Benjamin Puddles <author.puddles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miracle Grow Boys: Aiden and Jack 7

Disclaimer: this story is fiction with elements of fantasy/extreme sex. All
semblances are coincidental. You must be of age to be reading this.

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Author's note: Sorry for the delay, my beloved readers! I hope these new
characters more than make up for my time away. Honestly, what got me
writing again was the lovely encouragement I received from a number of you,
so if you liked this chapter (or even the whole series) let me know! I love
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Chapter 7


Things hadn't been quite right since that one afternoon in the showers, the
afternoon when the senior members of the varsity soccer team went through
their annual hazing of the new junior members. It had started out normal
enough: the blindfolding of the new guys, the awkward sloshing in the
showers as the older guys laughed.

But then everything shifted. Usually the game ended after a few half-assed
dick-licks. Sometimes it turned out the guys being initiated gave okay head
and they'd be used a few times accordingly. Once or twice a particularly
eager jock would get a good face fucking, but only as a joke. It was
funny. It was games. Never anything more.

But Aiden and Jack had gotten a whole different treatment. And, as the
other jocks tried to think through the haze that covered their memories of
that day, the soccer team had to wonder if it was them that had been
subjected to a treatment. It certainly felt like it, the way they had all
succumbed to face-fucking the two pretty boys without protest.

In the days after it was as though the soccer boys had never left those hot
mouths behind. At any hour, randomly, their cocks would spring to attention
without provocation and within minutes their boxers would be wet with
precum.

The day after, Brendan, a stocky midfielder on the team, almost had to
stand up in front of his English class with a raging boner he'd had for
nearly ten minutes. He hadn't been paying attention to the lecture--in fact
he was wholly occupied with the electric shivers pulsing from his rock hard
cock--when the teacher called him out for daydreaming. Lucky for Brandon,
his dumb smile got him out of standing with his cargo shorts tenting. And
with Brendan it would have been obvious; he had a drastic thickness as it
was and, had it not been for the bell moments later, his class would have
seen all 9 inches of his glory growing down his leg.

Evan, the goalie, spent all of chemistry trying to keep his hands on his
desk, clasped together, so that they wouldn't wander down to fondle his
balls, which were incredibly sore. They'd been that way ever since Aiden
had drained them in the corn field game. Somehow, they'd become extra
tender, extra responsive to his slow rubbing through his shorts, as if they
could still feel that hot tongue dragging across them and licking off his
sweat. He couldn't so much as take a few steps without the sensitivity
bringing him to full erection, and he'd taken to wearing dark pants to hide
the constant wet spots spreading from his bulge.

Jeffrey, a defensive midfielder, left school early when his own boner got
so hard it was physically painful. He could have dug a ditch in frozen dirt
with it, it was so stiff, and his bike ride home was one of the most
arduous tasks he'd ever completed. Something about the vibrations against
his pelvis bone, right between his balls and his ass, just seemed to get
him harder. Luckily the major uphill in his neighborhood was desolate
during midday because no sooner had he crested this hill when suddenly his
taught briefs were overflowing with cum. He pulled over, breathing heavy,
and then sped the last few yards to his house dying of embarrassment. Even
as his boner cock in his sticky shorts, he could already feel his sex drive
ramping up again.

And Nolan, a forward, never even made it to school. He woke up, his sheets
twisted around his sweating body, with the irresistible urge to wrap both
his hands around his shaft and pump himself dry. Which he did normally, but
this morning his balls just seemed to refill, sending squirt after squirt
of jizz onto his abs and sheets and turning his arms to stone with
fatigue. When his brother knocked to see if he was ready to leave an hour
later he faked sick, hoping the smell of cum wouldn't give him away. Then,
when his brother had gone, he scooped up a copious gob of cum from his abs,
slathered it across his already-sore cock, and fucked his fists until the
lube was renewed. And repeat. And repeat.

The next day none of them were in school. Their coach became more and more
irritated as the calls rolled in reporting a vague sickness that had taken
much of the team, all of them senior boys, and for the hundredth time he
reminded them that they shouldn't share water bottles. Then two more
varsity boys called in--Owen and Austin--and coach decided practice was
cancelled for the rest of the week. Weerily he texted Cross, the captain,
and told him to spread the news.  "Sure thing, Coach!" Cross said with a
smirk. He would spread it alright.

Across town, in the rooms of the soccer studs, a sigh of relief could be
heard as Cross sent out the text telling them all to get some rest and to
be back, healthy, on Monday. Obediently each of the boys in turn closed
their phone and turned back to their computers which hummed with the moans
of porn. Their hands returned to their throbbing, stone-hard, painfully
swollen cocks. Did the meat in their hands feel bigger? It was hard to tell
and, honestly, they weren't thinking about size. They were thinking about
relief, which was becoming harder and harder to achieve. Slowly they
scrolled through the pages of women getting fucked until, one by one, the
memories of hazing in the showers captured their lust. They began to click
on different videos. Videos featuring one girl and two guys. Then,
gradually, videos featuring only men.  ********************************

It was all Owen dreamed off since the showers. Every night was the same. He
was on his back in an inch of warm, sudsy water streaming across tiles
towards the shower's drain. His eyes were clenched shut at first and all
around him were the moans of his team mates. Right above him, closer than
the rest, were the grunts of Aiden--one of the new recruits to the varsity
team--as he was face fucked on all fours.

That's how the dream started; Owen positioned under Aiden, wagging his dick
against Aiden's hole as Aiden scooted backwards into a fucking
position. Then Owen would open his eyes and watch, helpless to lust, as
Aiden sank down onto his cock. He remembered watching Aiden's own
dick--massive by any standards--spasm, and in Owen's dream Aiden began to
grow longer and thicker. Then, just like it had happened in the showers,
Owen's dream took a turn towards the extreme when another senior, a guy
named Austin, scooted behind Aiden and began to push into Aiden's hole,
already straining with the heftiness of Owen's cock.

The dream always progressed the same: Aiden's hole tensing up, his whole
body flexing above Owen, and then an onslaught of cum shooting from Aiden's
cock in such abundance that more than a mouthful had forced its way down
Owen's throat, into his hungry hungry stomach.

Owen awoke with the salty taste of cum in his mouth.

And he liked it.

He wanted more.

Part of him was deeply ashamed for how readily he participated in the
shenanigans in the shower--he'd never thought about guys sexually and he
never meant to participate so wholeheartedly--but another part of him felt
united with the team. Hazing had never gone that far before. He'd been
there the year prior and his initiation was nothing of the sort. Just a few
slaps in the face with a limp dick and then he'd made it to the end of the
room.

Now, however, the thought of having a room full of big dicks aimed at his
face gave Owen the conflicting sensation of hunger and satisfaction.

Taking a few days off of practice after that was a no brainer. Nolan, Evan,
Jeffrey and a few others reported not feeling well either. They'd all been
there. They'd all gotten their dicks sucked too. But they hadn't double
fucked Aiden like he and Austin had. No matter, it seemed that none of them
were sparred. All Owen was left to wonder about was if it was just him that
was having the crazy dreams. And they were only getting weirder.

A few times the dream progressed past Owen's memory. In his dream Owen
would take the mouthful of Aiden's cum, he would swallow it, and then he
would find himself on his knees, mouth propped open, tongue white with
jizz, out and wagging. He would be filled with a hunger like he'd never
known, as though the cum had created a vacuum in his stomach. Then the
faceless boys around him would close in, their hands swiftly jacking their
cocks until one by one they would approach Owen, tip their cocks into his
panting mouth, and seed him hard.

And Owen would swallow, cleaning off each dick in turn, savoring the
saltiness of their semen, only satisfied for the brief moment it took the
cum to slide down his throat and plop into his slushing stomach. And the
more he took the more he wanted. And slowly, surely, he could feel himself
being filled up, expanded outward, growing with each load. His skin would
ripple with every thrust into his face, his body would feel heavy around
his bones. The flow into his throat would grow consistent and perpetual,
like an interminable keg, and he would swallow and swallow until his
stomach was fat with cum.

When he woke up that Friday he was surprised to find his stomach flat, as
usual. He was not surprised to find his sheets tented, sticking to his
shaft with his latest orgasm's evidence. Slowly he sat up, stripped his
sheets, and listened to hear if anyone was home. It was unlikely; both his
parents were at work, his older brother wasn't due home until the
evening. However, they had a guest these days. Parker, a friend of Owen's
brother's from the marines, who'd just gone through a breakup with his
fiance and was taking time to `sort himself out.' Mostly this meant Parker
spent a lot of time on long runs, or at the gym, or begging Owen not to
turn him in when he brought some drunk girl back to the house.

Thinking about the older guy made Owen's cock twitch. His mouth began to
water. Quickly he stuffed his sheets into his hamper--which was overflowing
with underwear crusted in cum--and grabbed his towel for a quick
shower. He'd better do laundry before his mom found him out.

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


Austin nearly missed the ringing of his phone beneath the loud music
bursting from his speakers. Wiping the perspiration from his hands onto his
sweatpants he got up off the floor, turned the volume down and answered the
call.

"Hello?" he tried to control his heavy breathing.

"Austin? It's Martin."

"Oh, hey Martin." Austin began to swear inwardly. He'd totally forgotten
about his standing tutoring appointment.

"I heard you were out sick. Are you feeling okay?"

Austin looked down his sweaty, gleaming torso at the outline of his stiff
cock beneath the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Yeah," he said quickly. His other hand found the bulge and squeezed it
just a little. "I'm fine."

"Fine enough for some geometry?"

This time Austin swore out loud. On the other end of the phone Martin
laughed. "You know the rules, Austin," he said. "Regular tutoring sessions
until you're passing in geometry or else you're not getting off academic
probation. If you want to keep playing on the varsity soccer team, you've
got to keep it up."

Austin chuckled to himself. Keeping it up wasn't the problem. Not since the
romp in the showers a few days ago. In fact, if anything, `keeping it up'
was what was preventing him from playing soccer. He gave his dick another
loving squeeze, turned his groan into a sigh, and said, "Yeah, yeah, I
know. But I don't think I'm making it back into school today, so maybe we
can pick up on Monday?"

"No can do, buddy. We have to meet today or else we'll be behind. Do you
feel up for a house visit?"

Austin thought about it. Martin had come over once or twice before when
their schedules got messed up. Martin was a student too--a junior--and
participated in a ton of extracurricular activities, so between that and
Austin's game schedule it was tough finding time during the soccer season.

Plus he could keep his sweatpants on. That was an essential.

"Sure," said Austin. "Usual time?"

"See you at three. I'm assuming since you've had a few days off you'll have
spent at least a little time on the homework. Don't prove me wrong."

Austin laughed. Martin was a smart, funny guy who wasn't intimidated by
jocks. Austin liked that. "See you at three," was all he said in
response. Then they hung up.

Immediately the music was blaring, but, instead of getting back to his
sit-ups, Austin pushed down the elastic waist of his pants and pulled out
his dick. Slowly he worked it from its swollen base to its angry red
tip. What was going on with his body? Why was it acting so crazy? It wasn't
as though Aiden was the first guy he ever fucked. He'd done a few others,
mostly when he was hard pressed to find a girl and was way too horny, but
wasn't that what being a young jock was all about? Getting what you wanted
from wherever?

Yet something about the way his cock had felt inside of Aiden's straining
ass, stuffed against his teammates cock, had engraved itself into his short
term memory. There wasn't a second he could fully forget how erotic it had
been or how horny it made him feel in that moment and every moment after.

Austin made a note to himself to jack off at least twice before Martin
arrived. He had a few hours and he couldn't spend it all dreaming about
fucking guys. That was gay as hell. Maybe if he doubled his reps, beat his
meat, and took a long shower he'd finally be able to focus on some math.

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

With wet hair and a mouth tasting of minty toothpaste, Owen was gathering
his sheets and some workout clothes in his arms. He'd put on some shorts,
some fresh socks, and no shirt. Slowly he ambled through the silent
hallway, found the basement door, and opened it quickly so that it wouldn't
creak. If Parker was still sleeping he didn't want to wake him up.

The basement was sectioned into two parts; one was a guest suit with a
bedroom, closet, half bathroom, and small futon for a couch. The other was
exposed concrete and wires and was only used for laundry. Owen made sure to
be as quick and quiet as possible as he loaded the machine with his
clothes, added hot water, and poured a generous amount of detergent
in. Then, before closing the top, he looked to see if anyone else had any
laundry in the room that he could add.  He spotted Parker's basket
immediately. Everything in it was basic and neutral. White, gray,
beige. Owen pulled it over and began to toss things in until he came to a
nice button down. Could it be washed? He didn't know. If it had been his he
would have just tossed it in, but he knew he should probably ask just to
make sure.

He closed the washer and edged past the stares, shirt in hand. There was a
light coming from beneath Parker's door. He must be up, thought Owen, but
just in case he opened the door slowly.

The room was dim, with only the light from the garden windows shining
in. It smelled like cologne and sweat. Owen stepped in unsure still of
whether or not Parker was there, then froze.

Parker wasn't around but, on the floor, was a discarded jock
strap. Normally Owen would be disgusted but since it was Parker's he found
himself intrigued. He'd just jacked off to the image of Parker's buff, nude
chest, and now his mind filled with the fantasy of the marine's bare,
muscular ass.

Owen scooped up the strap. It didn't look dirty but he could smell the musk
on it. Checking to make sure he was definitely alone, he brought it to his
nose and inhaled deeply.

He was hard instantly. Quickly he shoved a hand into his shorts and began
to massage copious precum out of his hard cock which, to his confusion,
felt a bit bigger in his slippery hand. Backed by the sound of the clothes
washer in the background, he began to jack himself off. The room gradually
filled with the scent of his showered body and, beneath it, an almost sweet
and fruity aroma.

He never heard Parker on the stairs. He only heard the sounds of laundry
grow a bit louder as the door to the bedroom pushed open and admitted the
beefy stud.

"Owen?"

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

Ding dooooong sang Austin's doorbell. He padded from the living room to the
entryway, opened the door, and took care to keep himself hunched at the
hips in case Martin noticed the chubby lump in his crotch.

"Hey," said Austin.

"How you feeling?" said Martin.

Austin led Martin into the hallway, then the kitchen. "Honestly? Totally
fine. It must have been a 24 hour thing. Coach cancelled practice for all
the guys though, just in case.

"So you're not contagious?"

"Definitely not."

Austin gave Martin a reassuring smile. Martin smiled back. It was a
beautiful smile, perfect on Martin's freckled baby face. Side by side the
boys were near opposites; Martin had soft black waves of hair pushed back
from his face while Austin's hair was brittle, blond and cropped close to
his scalp. While Austin was built top heavy with skinny legs, Martin had a
muscular frame with thick thighs, defined calfs, and a perfect bubble butt.

Austin bit his lower lip and wondered where his mind was taking
him. Quickly he sat himself at the table and tried to forget it.

"Where did we leave off?" Martin prompted.

"Dunno."

Martin laughed. "Thought not."

For the next fifteen minutes they went through some exercises and wrote out
equations. Despite his earlier resolution and despite jacking off not twice
but three times, Austin was still having trouble focusing. He kept trying
to look Martin in the eyes while he talked but, inevitably, Austin's own
eyes would fall to Martin's lips. Then he would begin to undress Martin,
thinking about those powerful legs and that perfect ass. If he wasn't
mistaken, Martin was a dancer, or maybe he was just in the choir. Either
way, Austin thought maybe the other boy was gay and that perhaps...

"Austin?"  "Huh?"

"Did you get that last part?"

Austin glanced at the mess of numbers on his paper. "Yeah totally."

Martin continued and Austin became aware of the painfully hard boner
pushing against his boxers. Dammit! He had taken care of that, or so he
thought. His sly hand passed beneath the table confirmed his worst fears;
in his absent mindedness he had soaked a patch of his sweatpants with
precum. Glancing down he saw that it was at least the size of a quarter. He
tried to ignore it but, minutes later, he peaked down again. It was growing
rapidly! It was more than he'd ever precummed in his life.

"You sure you're okay Austin?"

"Huh?"

"You're...are you drooling?"

Austin swiped a hand across his lips and smelled the precum on his
fingertips. It smelled salty and, he thought, just a little fruity.

"I'm fine," he said. He kept that hand near his nose while he brought his
other beneath the table to slowly massage his dick further in between his
legs. It just felt so sore, so swollen, as though he were wearing boxers
two sizes too small.

"Okay, if you're not feeling well we can--"

"Fuck!" Austin pulled his hand off his cock quickly and, in doing so,
banged his knuckled against the bottom of the table.

"Um, Austin, are you okay?"

Austin kept his eyes straight ahead. "Yeah. Sorry. Let's keep going."

"What are you doing under there?" Martin asked.

"Nothing." Austin knew he looked guilty but he couldn't bring himself to
look Martin in the eyes.

Very slowly, Martin pushed back his chair and ducked beneath the
table. There was a gasp and suddenly he was standing with an alarmed
expression.

"What the hell!"

Austin sat back but kept his hands cupped over his crotch, seeing no reason
to keep himself doubled over now that the secret was out. "Give me a break
man. I can't help it."

"What the hell is that?" Martin's finger jabbed at Austin's spread legs.

Austin regarded him with a deadpan expression. He clenched his jaw. He was
humiliated. "You sound like you've never seen a boner before."

"That's your dick?"

"Uh, duh man."

"That?"

Austin nodded. Why did Martin look so doubtful?

"It's....it's gigantic."

Austin looked down at his crotch and almost burst out laughing from the
shock of it. Inching down his thigh was his dick alright, but Martin wasn't
lying; it did look gigantic.

Experimentally, Austin brought both hands to his dick and drew the fabric
of his pants taught. The size wasn't a trick of the folds. It was
him. Inches and inches of him. Unable to think of anything else to do in
that moment, he then dug his hand into his briefs and pulled it out.

"What the hell," said both boys at the same time.

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

Owen froze, the jock draped over his face, a corner sucked between his
teeth. Without letting go of his dick he slowly pulled the underwear from
his head.

"Uh...hey Parker."

Parker was in a sweaty shirt and track pants. His face was flushed and from
the small earbuds in his hands Owen heard the sounds of electric music. He
must have been out for a run.

Parker looked from Owen's stunned face, to his rock hard cock, to the jock
in his hands. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "Is that--is that my
jock?"

Owen fumbled with his words. "I came in to see if you wanted anything
washed. Clothes I mean, and I just found--"

"Like hell I'm letting you touch my clothes," Parker growled, marching up
to Owen and snatching the article away. Owen backed up, scarred, and when
the back of his knees hit the bed he fell down with a bounce.

"What?" Parker said, eyeing him quickly. "You some kind of faggot or
something? Your bro never told me you like cock."

"I don't!" Owen yelped as he scooted backwards, but Parker was on him
quickly, pinning him to the mattress.

"There were fags in the marines. They came in handy. The trick was finding
out who was a slave for dick and then, if you ever felt like getting sucked
off, you'd blackmail them into doing it. But everyone knew those guys must
be fags too. What man likes another guy sucking his dick? That's
disgusting."

"I don't know!" Owen cowered backwards. Parker had both his arms pinned at
the wrists.

"You know what we used to do?" said Parker. His eyes glinted
mischievously. "We used to test guys to see if they were fags by getting
someone to suck their dick. If they got hard, they were obviously a
faggot. If they stayed soft they were straight. Simple as that." Parker
gave a sly smile. "Guess who never got hard?"

"You?" whispered Owen.

"Damn right," said Parker. Owen could smell Parker deodorant. He could feel
Parker's full weight as the older guy scooted up and placed a knee on
either elbow, keeping him pinned tight.

"You don't believe me?" Parker asked it but Owen knew it was
rhetorical. Already Parker was hoisting down the elastic band of his
pants. "I'll prove that I'm straight to your faggot ass. Then there won't
be any other mistakes, you got it kid? Your lucky your my bro's little
brother. Normally I'm not so kind."

Owen didn't understand. Parker was such a gentleman, always so polite in
front of his parents. Was it possible it was just an act hiding this other
crazy person? This pig? No wonder his engagement had gown up in flames and
he'd been kicked out to their place.

Parker pulled down the band of his boxers and Owen's mind fixated on the
small bush of pubes, then the cock that bounced out. In that moment there
was nothing else. Just Parker sitting on his chest and a limp, plump dick
wagging before him. Even soft it was pretty big, but his perspective was
skewed. It was literally facing him right between the eyes.

"Go ahead," Parker laughed. "Taste it, bro."

Owen kept his lips firmly pressed together. He tired to shake Parker off
but he couldn't. He wanted to suck that dick so bad but he knew better. He
knew he was being tested.

"Try me," urged Parker. "I'm not letting you up until you know that I'm a
straight dude."

Owen looked from Parker to Parker's dick. Owen's own cock was rock hard and
he wished it wasn't. This was not good. He had to do something to distract
Parker until he lost his boner!  Parker sighed, brought one hand under his
balls, and began to prod Owen's face with the soft head. "I know you want
it, bro. I saw you sniffing my jock." The urge to part his lips was strong
but Owen resisted, just in case.

Parker took his other hand and pinched Owen's nose. "C'moooon, let's get
this over with."

Owen waited for what felt like ages but finally he needed air. Pretending
to struggle, he popped open his mouth to take a breath and quickly got the
fleshy softness of Parker's cock instead.

"There you go," cooed Parker, pushing in and smearing his cock head across
Owen's tongue. "Give it your best shot. I'm immune."

Owen closed his mouth over the cock obediently and, experimentally, flicked
his tongue across the head. As promised, nothing happened.

"Try harder," growled Parker.

Owen sucked harder, moving his head up as much as he could to take the
length into his mouth. He'd only ever watched blow jobs in porn, never
given one, but he'd received plenty of head in his life and so he did what
he knew he liked.

Just as he was getting into it Parker grabbed his jaw and held him
steady. "Dude, nice try but you'll notice I'm not even a little hard. Now,
look me in the eye say it: Parker isn't a fag."

Owen tried to look angry. He was incredibly turned on. "Parker isn't a
fag," he said, muffled by the cock.

"And who is a fag?"

"Me?" said Owen, adding an extra lap of his tongue.

"Say it louder," said Parker. Owen obliged, the word more of a moan than
anything else, and just as he thought he was about to be freed he felt
Parker's dick stiffen imperceptibly.


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



Austin had always had a big dick but what had sprouted between his legs was
magnificent. Last time he measured he was 8 inches, a sizable cock for any
slut to take, but an educated appraisal of his current length was closer to
10 inches. Slowly he wagged it back and forth, inspecting it from every
direction, confirming that it was real, and even dabbing the bead of precum
at the tip of it with his finger as it dribbled out.

He wagged it at Martin with a smirk. The meat flopped over his hand, still
at 10 inches but no longer fully hard.

"Dude," said Martin. "I'm not gay, man."

"I know," said Austin, still captivated by his transformation. The smell of
his precum was intoxicating and it filled the room in seconds. "I just....I
mean...whoa."

One thing was for certain, there was no way he was getting it back in his
undies now that it was out. He tried a few times to wedge the upright prick
beneath his waist band but despite the elasticity of his sweatpants all he
managed to do was rub more precum out. And he only seemed to be getting
bigger.

"Shit," he groaned. It really was sensitive.

Martin breathed deep. "It looks....like it hurts."

"It's really sore," said Austin.

"Why?"

"Too hard?"

"Did you get off today?"

Austin scrunched up his face and tried again. No progress. He couldn't even
fit his whole hand around it. "Yeah, three times."

Martin let out a nervous laugh. "And you're still hard? Is that humanly
possible?"

Austin finally gave up and let his dick spring back. "It's hopeless." He
covered his face with his hands, horrified at his predicament. "I'm so
sorry man."

"Don't worry about it," said Martin, much closer. Austin peaked through his
fingers and found that Martin was stepping forward, bending over to get a
closer look.

"Is that...is that precum?"

Austin watched as another droplet of precum squeezed from his piss
slit. "Yeah, I guess."

"I thought I precummed a lot. But that's a loooooot more."

Austin shifted his hips to get his balls into a more comfortable
position. Martin drew back, but only a little.

"It smells kind of..." said Martin. He inched closer, eyes squinted.

"Yeah?" breathed Austin.

"It smells kind of odd. In a good way. Salty but also sweet..."

"Mmmhmm?"

"Like...like..."

Austin chose that moment to dig into his boxers, rummage for the very
little space that remained beneath his swollen balls, and to pull them free
too.

Both boys whistled. Austin in relief and Martin in awe. Austin's balls
combined were the size of his fist and spilled from his palm. And, with
their exposure, came a fresh, slightly musky aroma that complimented the
precum's scent perfectly.

Whether by accident or on purpose Martin inhaled it deeply and the aroma
seemed to have an impact on him. Slowly he sank to his knees and as his
face drew closer his eyes widened, then crossed as they stay focused on
Austin's throbbing dick.

"Smells like what?" Austin prompted.

"Like..." Martin's eyes fluttered shut, finally, and his lips caressed the
shaft of Austin's dick. Austin let out a low moan in response as finally
the soreness of his dick converted into a spark of pleasure.

"Like what?" he asked again with a smirk on his face.

"Like," Martin groaned as he dragged his lips down to the base of Austin's
cock. "Like..." he planted his nose into the cushion of Austin's balls and
the rest of his words were lost. Lapping noises and moans began to fill the
room as either boy settled into what seemed to be happening.

"Wait!" Martin surfaced a minute later and wiped his saliva off his
nose. "Would you tell anyone if I...?"

Austin's head was thrown all the way back. He lifted it up and dismissively
waved off his hands. "Nah dude." Then he guided Martin's head back down
onto his dick.

The lapping noises and moans grew into wet slurps and groans as Martin
moved up Austin's dick to the slippery tip. From there he began to lick
around the head with tentative flicks of his soft tongue, adding his own
saliva to the slickness of the shaft and making it gleam in the afternoon
light. Austin watched, somewhat confused but ultimately content, with his
hands behind his head.

"I've never done this," said Martin.

Austin smiled. That was obviously a lie.

"It's easy."

Martin smiled and resumed his steady licking, eventually building up enough
courage to open his pouty lips and take Austin's head into his mouth. The
suction came immediately after, pulsing between strong and soft as Martin
swirled his tongue around and around.

Austin brought a hand to Martin's neck. "Yeah, that's right man. You're
doing great. Try to take a lil' more..." Slowly he navigated Martin's head
down onto his dick, letting more and more of his cock slip into the boy's
hot mouth as Martin adjusted.

"Fuck," said Austin as Martin eased into a steady pace. "Fuck man, you've
got it. You know what you're doing."

Martin, meanwhile, was all electricity. He'd known he was going to suck
that dick the moment Austin wiped it out. There was something tantalizing
about it; the size, the shape, the way those glorious veins ran up it, the
precum, and those soft, fuzzy balls. It had been a fantasy that had
constructed in his head all at once and now, minutes later, he was living
it.

But he was inexperienced and try as he might the rest of the dick wouldn't
fit into his throat. He could feel the precum loosening him up but he was
impatient and--as it turned out--he was smart. He knew how to solve
problems.

With a huff he pulled off Austin's cock. "You're huge, man," he wheezed. "I
can't fit it all in."

Austin's eyes were understanding but lustful. He seemed to be waiting for
Martin to go on.

"At least not with this present formation."

"Huh?"

Martin smiled slyly. "What do we do with an equation that's stumped us?"

Slowly Austin's face broke into a grin. "Flip it around."

"Exactly."

Before Martin could even blink his stomach was up against the kitchen
counter and he was being bent over it. There were clumsy hands fumbling
around his belt, undoing his buttons, and all at once he felt cool air on
the inside of his thighs.

"Wait!" Martin's voice was high and nervous. "I can't...I mean I've never
taken a dick up--"

"I know," Austin growled, pulling Martin's hips back so the tutor was
holding onto the counter with both hands.

Then Martin felt it. A tongue that seemed endless, slathering up and down
his crack, circling around his virgin hole and eventually burrowing its way
into it. The assault was steady and interrupted only by the carnal growls
of Austin as he occasionally came up for air.

"This ass," he said after several minutes of aggressive rimming. "Is
amazing." He slapped it and watched the two globes ripple like rubber.

"Ah! Aaaah!" Martin bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Austin's hands had been planted on Martin's hips but they quickly moved to
pull down Martin's briefs the rest of the way, exposing his own rock hard
cock. Quickly, without mercy, Austin pumped out some precum and, nearly
imperceptible among the riot of pleasure focused on Martin's ass, he began
to finger Martin's hole..

"Almost there," said Austin between the wet squelches and Martin's erratic
moans.

"Just fuck me," said Martin. He couldn't wait. Something told him he didn't
have to. Despite seeing the size of that cock he felt an utter calmness in
his mind. A focus on his lust and nothing else, but without fear or panic.

Then he felt his ass being lined up with something that felt large, much
too large to be a dick, and he wondered if he'd made a mistake. No sooner
had that thought crossed his mind when Austin's precum began to work into
Martin's ass and, like magic, Martin's muscles began to relax.

No, Martin thought. They weren't relaxing. They were preparing. Preparing
for a pounding.


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


 Parker didn't notice that he was getting hard in Owen's mouth. Or he
pretended not to notice. Owen, meanwhile, was back at it, bobbing upwards
and running his tongue under the soft length.

"Dude," Parker scoffed. "It's just a fucking prank. It's a joke. You can
stop now. I know you're not a fag. I was messing with you. You don't have
to--ah!"

Salty precum splashed across Owen's tongue. He lapped it up quickly and
swallowed. Images of Aiden's cock poised above him flashed before his eyes
and he sucked harder.

"Dude, it's a prank. It's over," said Parker in protest, but it was too
late. His cock rapidly rose to an erection and filled Owen's mouth. Parker
tried to pull out but, thinking quick, Owen let his teeth graze over the
cock's sensitive head.

"What the fuck?" Parker sneered. Owen looked at him and saw that Parker was
scared. Both his hand were pressed against the headboard of the bed and his
mouth was propped open in disbelief.

With Parker's cock still plugged into his tight lips, Owen slowly pulled
his arms free from where they'd been pinned. Probably thinking this meant
the end of the odd dual, Parker obliged, but he was wrong. Very
wrong. Quickly Owen wrapped his arms around Parker's hips and pulled his
pelvis into a bear hug, driving Parker's dick deep into his throat.

"Shit, dude, what are you doing?" Parker gasped. He buckled a bit but
managed to keep himself upright. "I'm not--I'm not--"

Parker's head swam with images. He tried to resort to his old method of
warding off a boner by imagining non-sexual things like family members and
gruesome scenes from his service, but suddenly his memory was dry. What
replaced it was a fixation on the smell of the room--a fruity musk he'd
never known before--and the muffled gulping coming from Owen's wet mouth.

What was happening to him? Was he this some sort of drug? Was it a trick?

"Don't!" Parker pleaded as Owen slobbered down the length of his cock,
taking the whole thing in steady gulps. "Don't turn me into a fag, man. I'm
not gay. I'm straight....I'm not gaaaay...I'm...I'm...uuuhhh....holy
shit!"
Owen doubled his efforts. Parker was certainly a grower,
he concluded, with a the whole of his straining mouth now bulging with the
hard dick, long cock. But he was desperate for it and, on a certain level,
he knew what he was doing. He could feel the chemicals that had taken root
in his brain in the showers slowly seeping out of his saliva, soaking into
Parker's skin, saturating his blood.

"Don't make me a fag," Parker was whimpering, but slowly he began to pump
his hips in time with the protest. "Don't," he said, pushing his cock into
Owen's throat. "Don't," he said as he slid it out and shoved in again.

Owen slowly released his grip on Parker, knowing he'd won. He'd turned the
tables. He'd played his cards with patience and now the sweaty marine was
face fucking him without a hint of restraint. All he had to do was finish
the deed. All he had to do was get what he'd come in here for--a load he'd
been dreaming about for days.

Free to do as he pleased with his hands, Owen snaked and arm through
Parker's parted legs and grasped his own cock. Maybe it was just the rush
of being face fucked but he was sure he was larger now, even more so from
when he'd started jacking off with the jock strap. He slowly wanked
himself, gauging the thickness, and then he felt his fuzzy balls.

He was definitely bigger. What was happening to his body?

Owen pulled off of Parker's dick and eyed his package. Sure enough his
formerly substantial cock, usually at 7 inches hard, had swelled up to
something monstrous in comparison. He might even have been on par with
Parker's monster meat! He didn't have time to think about it before
Parker's said, "Why the fuck did you fucking stop?" Then Parker followed
Owen's gaze to Owen's cock and his voice dropped. "Fuck. Never thought I'd
say this but that looks mighty tasty."

The bed squeaked and cried out as Parker dismounted Owen's chest and rolled
onto his side, his face close to Owen's hips. "Damn," he whispered. "Is
that all precum?"

"Yeah," Owen gasped. His eyes were trained on Parker's member still, which
bobbed inches from him. Pretending to move onto his side to reinitiate
sucking, Owen slid his hips forward and stamped a glistening glob of precum
right on Parker's lips.

"Shit," Parker wiped it off quickly. "I'm not fucking gay, man. I just said
it looked tasty, not that I wanted to try it. I only moved so you could
deep throat. Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with your faggot ass?"

Owen plunged back onto Parker's dick and the man stopped cussing. He seemed
to either be inert with pleasure or fascinated by newfound possibilities as
his body's chemistry rearranged itself. Either way, Parker was precumming
like no other and Owen wasn't letting a drop escape. He savored each spurt,
feeling it travel down his throat and fill him with a maddening warmth.

"Dude," Parker stammered. "Your cock...it's like....growing?"

Owen ignored him and swallowed another glob of precum.

"What the fuck?" Parker whispered, but his words were soon pushed back into
his throat as he began to guide his mouth onto Owen's waiting cock. Within
minutes both guys were moaning as they pressed their faces deep into each
others pubes, savoring the smell of precum and sweat.  ******************

Martin didn't know where his shirt was. But he didn't care. He was glad it
was gone because what had replaced it was Austin's hands, large and strong,
running all over his chest, his nipples, he stomach and his neck as
Austin's mouth nibbled at his shoulders. Martin moaned with every touch
and, all the while, was amazed at the feeling of his virgin ass slowly
being spread apart to accommodate what he estimated was the volume of a
cucumber.

It didn't match up. He knew it didn't match up. Like with any problem he
couldn't solve in the moment he made a mental note to reexamine it later.

"Almost there," whispered Austin. His hands slowly found Martin's own dick
and began to grip it lightly at the base. "Almost there. Just a
little--AH!"

Austin pulled out suddenly. Martin gasped and twisted over his shoulder to
see the jock standing back with a quizzical look on his face.

"Why'd you pull out man?"

The hand Austin had been using to jack off Martin was shiny. He looked at
it with doubt and then pointed. "Your cock man. It...throbbed."

"That's normal."

"No no, look," said Austin as he spun Martin to face him.

They both looked down at Martin's dick. Martin didn't know if he'd ever
been so hard in his life and his cock showed it to boot, a thick 6.5 inches
swinging out from his hips.

Austin examined it but nothing happened. "Are you sure?" asked Martin.

"Yeah, it grew."

Martin was impatient. He'd given himself over to his carnal lust and now
this dumb jock was playing paranoid games. Quickly he thought of a way to
satisfy both.

"Get on your back," said Martin.

"What?"

"Get on your back. I'll face you while we fuck. You can watch my cock if
that's what you want."

Austin nodded slowly and then, without further conversation, pulled Martin
into a deep kiss. Their tongues pushed past each other's and wrestled,
swallowing their moans, and Martin felt Austin's strong arms lifting him up
and then lowering them to the floor.

"Hop back on," Austin joked, and Martin obliged. Quickly he gained back the
ground he lost, easier than the first time Austin had entered him, and
gradually he worked himself into a slow pace. All the while they kept
kissing while Martin dragged himself up and down, up and down, using his
powerful thighs as leverage.

"Lean back," Austin instructed. Martin obeyed, getting into a squat and
placing his hands behind himself. His cock pointed straight at the ceiling
and Austin grabbed onto it like a joy stick. Then they began fucking again,
quickly, urgently, and Austin felt his flow of precum resume in abundance.

"Oh fuck," Martin groaned as the warm precum seeped into his muscles,
giving him a warming sensation. "I can feel it! I can feel it!"

"Fucking shit," swore Austin. In his very hands he could feel Martin's cock
growing. Thickening. Between his own legs he could feel his own shaft
converting its pent up soreness into a new sensation, a sensation of
expansion.

"What are you doing?" said Martin between shallow breaths. His head rolled
back in pleasure but he fought to concentrate.

"I don't know, man," panted Austin. "But I'm getting close. Your ass is so
fucking tight."

"Oh yeah?" Martin winked and squeezed his powerful ass muscles. Austin let
out a monstrous groan and had to bite his lip to keep from
cumming. Instead, he felt a large shot of precum rocket up into Martin's
ass and, one second later, he felt Martin's cock twitch and grow a bit
more.

Austin's eye widened in awe. There was no way this was happening. Swinging
up and down before him was the cock he'd seen several minutes before except
now it was huge. Like, porn star huge, he thought. And it had to be the
same cock. His hands hadn't left it. Cautiously he let it go, watching it
with boyish fascination as it flopped up and down, up and down, slapping
against Martin's abs and then slapping against Austin's stomach, drawing a
stick thread of precum between both.

He thought of his own cock. His usual heftiness felt far behind him now,
somehow small even though he knew better. Experimentally he slipped a hand
to his shaft below Martin's rhythmic fucking and that's when he felt his
balls, nearly double what in size from when he'd first pulled them
free. And his shaft? He had to use his other hand just to get his hands
around it.

"Fucking shit," he hissed. "Your ass is incredible."

"Your cock is incredible," Martin said back. He moved himself onto his
knees and brought his body down against Austin's, kissing him deeply as the
jock took over pounding his ass.


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



Parker's mind was a mess of lust, pleasure, and confusion. How had
something so simple gone so wrong? He'd forced guys to try and get him hard
before, probably close to one hundred during his time in service, and never
once had he gotten even a semi-boner. He was the master of his own
cock. Now, however, all he could think about were all the studly mouths
he'd forced his dick into. All he could think about was how many times he
could have cummed onto another officer's face and hadn't. In a way he felt
like this was a fitting fate; he knew beyond a doubt he would make up for
it, for everything.

Through the fog in his head he made out the sound of choking and quickly he
realized it was him, his own throat gagging as the cock stretched him to
his limits. But he didn't let up. He couldn't. He felt like Owen's mouth on
his own dick was a drug pumping into his body, making his insides glow, and
no matter how badly he wanted to cum he didn't seem able. At least not
yet. It was simultaneously maddening and completely erotic. It was as if
the pleasure of his cock being serviced paled in comparison to the feeling
of having his face fucked, and the only way he might accomplish orgasm was
through slobbering down as much of the dick in front of him as he could.

And Parker was a determined bastard.

There was one thing, though, that he couldn't quite comprehend. He'd never
seen Owen's cock before and so he didn't have a good idea of its size but
he could have sworn the kid was fully hard when he'd first started going
down on him. Now the new length of the dick in his throat contested
that. In fact, as another pulse plumped up Owen's cock, Parker's concept of
the boy's dick continued to be contested.

And so was Parker's jaw. How long could he go on for before exhaustion set
in and he cramped up?

He didn't care. Endurance was sort of his thing too.

Owen was equally perplexed. Maybe it was Parker's morning job, or maybe it
was the sexually energy, but Parker had never looked so good. His muscles
were pumped up, his skin glistened with sweat, and his cock just kept
seeping that awesome precum for Owen to guzzle down.

His manly moans were so sexy. Owen loved hearing the older guy choke and
groan as he ground his hips into the Marine's face. Honestly he was
surprised that Parker was able to last so long against the oral assault,
but then again wasn't he also receiving expert head? It seemed like a short
time ago that he was just sniffing a jock strap but in reality he knew it
must have been close to thirty minutes since Parker's cock had first grown
hard on his tongue.

Owen had to cum. His balls ached for it. More importantly he needed Parker
to cum. His whole body was begging for that. As Parker began to face fuck
him, he obediently opened his mouth wider. He felt the dick push into his
throat, down his neck, and he wondered for the hundredth time if his dreams
had prepared him for this assault.

Owen heard a wet gag followed by a sloppy slapping noise, then he felt cold
air on his cock. Parker's breathing was heavy as he caught his breath, then
he said, "Your dick man..."

"Hmmm?" Owen moaned as he slurped up and down Parker's rod, flicking his
tongue across the piss slit to grab every drop of precum.

Parker didn't finish his thought. He was back on Owen's dick a second later
but, Owen noticed, he seemed to be getting less and less of it down. His
mouth felt smaller, like he was making his lips tighter and tighter. It
felt like he was struggling and Owen found it hot.

"Fucking shit," Parker would sigh every minute or so. His voice was full of
wonder and lust and--Owen was sure of it--envy.

Parker pulled back with a gasp."You're fucking hung, man. I thought you
were hard before, but you're bigger than I thought."

Owen scrunched up his face but kept sucking. What was that suppose to mean?
The odd words sat on his mind as Parker began to lick down and up his shaft
and, slowly, he realized that perhaps he did feel a little more
weighted. Just out of curiosity he shot a glance downward and what he saw
made him gag in surprise.

"What the hell?" he blurted, sitting up and starring at the new wonder
between his legs. Was that his dick? As it appeared and reappeared from
Parker's lips, Owen's dick was increasingly unrecognizable. The deep pink
color was right, so was the basic shape (thick base, a gentle upward curve
and an abrupt, flared mushroom tip), but what he had once known to be his 7
inch penis was now comically larger. At least by several inches, both in
length and in girth, and the balls hanging off it couldn't have been human.

Owen began to feel fear. He jerked his hips back, extracting his cock from
Parker's hungry mouth with a wet pop, and pawed at it with curious
hands. It certainly felt like it belonged to him.

"What?" Parker sounded pissed. "You close or something?"

"Umm," Owen mumbled, captured in the pleasure of slowing jacking his new
monster cock off.

"What?" Parker nudged his shoulder, not in a nice way. "You fucking backing
out?"

Owen turned towards him with a dumb expression. "Huh?"

"Oh hell no," Parker growled, and for the second time he was throwing Owen
into a pinned position. This time, however, Owen was on his back while
Parker moved them into a new sixty nine.

"We're finishing what you started. There's no way I'm letting your fag ass
outta here until we do."

Owen was bewildered, but as Parker's dick smashed into his upturned lips he
opened them without protest. Meanwhile he felt his own cock enwrapped once
again in Parker's eager mouth and within seconds the fear he'd felt holding
his swollen cock in both hands had converted into renewed lust.

Parker face fucked Owen slowly at first, finding his balance and his stride
with each pump of his hips. And, if Owen's twitching cock was any
indication, Parker knew the kid was loving it as much as he was. Plus this
knew position let Parker really experiment with opening up his throat,
stretching his jaw, and in no time at all he was gagging down inch after
inch dick. Owen's cock was spouting precum like a geyser and Parker lapped
it up like a dog. It turned him on to the point that he nearly forgot he
was fucking a guy's face as hard as he used to pound chicks. Realizing this
he expected to feel a wave of revulsion, but something about the cute,
gasping noises that struggled out of Owen's writhing body turned him on
even more.

"I'm close man," whispered Parker between gulps.

"Mmmhmm?"

"Real close."

"Mmmm"

"Your fag ass ready to swallow my load?"

Owen moaned loudly.


"You gonna drink down that cum? That's man's cum, right there."

Owen crammed his mouth onto Parker's huge dick, squeezing as much of the
throbbing length into his throat as he could, clutching the stud's balls
hard, and obediently Parker began to spasm and jerk in his mouth. Owen felt
his jaw flex wider, his throat open up as the cum rushed from Parker's
balls and down the many inches of his cock, blasting from his cockhead down
down down into Owen's throat.

Owen moaned into the orgasm and prayed it would never end. He could feel
his body changing as it absorbed the cum. He could feel his muscles
contracting and swelling as they took in the magical proteins. As the base
of his own dick he felt a gradual thickening and, as Parker's orgasm
subsided, he felt his own balls begin to ready themselves.

"Shit," Parker pulled off again. "You're a fucking horse, man."

This time Owen wasn't surprised. "Oh yeah?" he said as Parker's cock
slipped from his mouth. He licked his lips greedily.

Parker was fervently trying to fit the tip of Owen's cock into his
mouth. He was able to cram in an inch or so before the thickness defeated
him. Owen watched, incredibly turned on by Parker's struggle, but his urge
to cum was overpower his patience.

His eyes fixed onto his nuts, each nearly the size of a tennis ball, and
his hunger for cum returned tenfold. Without thinking about what he was
doing or how Parker would react, he pushed the Marine's head out of the way
and muttered, "I got this." Then he hooked his elbows behind his knees,
hoisted his legs up, and slapped his cum-slick lips right onto the shining
knob of his own dick.

"Dude..." Parker whispered from his side. Owen braced himself for a cuss or
condemnation. He didn't care. All he wanted was to taste his own cum.

"That's fucking hot..." whistled Parker.

Owen moaned. His own mouth felt so goddamn good on his dick.

Parker moved over him, bashful and flustered with his eagerness. "So
fucking hot..." he kept muttering. He seemed to be waiting for Owen to
instruct him but Owen was too caught up in what he was doing to drop a
hint.

"So hot," Parker repeated. Then, wordlessly, he unrolled his panting tongue
and smothered his face into Owen's upturned hole.

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


"You fucking like that cock?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"You like when I dick your hole like that?"

"Yeaaahh!"

Martin scooted down a bit more on the kitchen table, giving Austin optimal
access to his abused hole. His hands were on either side of his ass,
spreading his cheeks apart, willing his body to open wider and wider for
Austin's massive dick.

Austin's lips were raw from kissing but he couldn't stop. Martin's face, a
mix of anguish, guilt and ecstasy, had to be kissed. For the past thirty
minutes he switched off between shoving his tongue down Martin's throat,
shoving his tongue into Martin's ass, and shoving his cock into Martin's
ass, and shoving his cock into Martin's throat. He couldn't focus on any
task for long before Martin's bucking and moaning inspired him to try
something else. This is how they'd ended up fucking on the kitchen table,
with textbooks and notes splayed out beneath them. There simply was no
other option. They'd traversed the floor, they'd tried each counter, they'd
even fucked up against the refrigerator. Both boys felt imminently close to
climax but neither seemed to be able to cum, and so instead of slowing down
they just kept screwing.

"You want me to fucking breed your hole?"

Martin's head craned back and he groaned loudly.

"I'll take that as a yes," growled Austin as he commenced upon a series of
short, piston thrusts. Martin's hole flexed around his cock and he felt his
balls tingle as they released even more precum.

Austin didn't understand it. Martin's hole was like putty against his cock,
yet so tight on the inside. It was as though it was adept at taking this
sort of abuse, yet fresh as can be. He reminded himself that Martin was a
virgin and then tried to ignore the fact that, despite Martin's recently
deceased status as a virgin, the boy was taking a cock that was easily a
foot long.

A cock that was attached to Austin, which was weird.

And there was always Martin's cock which, during their extended session,
seemed to have double in length. With each thrust it slapped over Martin's
abs, flicking precum this way and that.

Austin bit his lip and smoothed his hands out over Martin's chest.

"Your hair is fucking hot."

Martin's face was quizzical for a second. "My what?"

"Your chest hair."

Martin glanced down at his chest and, sure enough, Austin's hands clutched
a coating of downy fur. Fur he had not woken up with.

His eyes rolled back as Austin prodded his prostate over and over. He added
it to the eighteen other things he wanted to figure out later. Among other
things they included: his knew, toned muscles, his ability to take a cock,
his sudden lust for Austin, his hunger for cock in general, and, of course,
his own newly-massive erection swinging from his newly-massive balls.

"I'm getting close!" wheezed Austin.

Martin's hands ran all along his own stomach, his own chest, tweaking his
nipples and dragging through the hair on his new, defined pecs. Part of him
wanted to keep going but a part of him was desperate for a break to think
and reflect.

For the first time during their tutoring session, logic won out. Martin
pulled Austin into a deep kiss and began a regiment of squeezing his ass as
hard as he could, kneading the precum out of Austin in double-time with the
kid's thrusts.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Austin chanted.

Martin could practically hear the stretching of his skin as it was made
taught by his straining muscles. He could almost hear the rustling of the
hair as it wound from his skin, growing on his chest, his stomach, his ass,
his legs. His hands found his cock and he began to jack himself off,
savoring the electric tickle he felt on his hands each time they plunged
down the slippery pole and into his pubes.

"FUCK!" Austin was giving it hard to Martin now, dragging as much of his
dick out of Martin as he could, stopping short with just the tip of his
cock buried in Martin's gaping hole, then shoving back in. Each time Martin
would cry out, tense up, and Austin would feel himself inch closer to
climax.

"I'm coming!" Austin barked on the third shove. He tried to pull out but
Martin's ass fastened around him, a vice as soft as it was hot, and he
collapsed onto the kitchen table as his body was evacuated of its load. He
was shaking like a junky in withdrawal, shaking all over, but somehow he
found the will to get his legs beneath him. He pulled up slowly, letting
his cock slide free, and he reviewed his work.

Martin's body was a sculpted, carved version of its former self. Hair grew
thick between his chest, which bulged with new, pert muscle, and formed a
tantalizing trail down his cut abs to his forest of pubes.

Martin liked being looked at like this. He opened his legs up so that
Austin could see his hole, which he knew was dribbling cum.

Austin bent down, fascinated by the transformation, and before he was fully
aware of what he was doing his tongue was pressing into Martin's ass again,
slurping up his own semen. Martin clenched and unclenched his abused hole,
torn between letting the magic substance out or keeping it all in, for
himself.

When Austin surfaced his face was red.

"My turn," he said.

Martin looked at him through a cloud of pleasure.

"What?"

"My turn," Austin reiterated.

Martin blinked at him. Was he ready to go again?

Austin began to kiss the inside of Martin's thigh. "Aren't you always
saying that the best way to learn something is to go through it a few
times, a few different ways?"

Martin felt himself nodding. Austin smirked. Slowly Martin sat,
unaccustomed to the natural power humming in his new physique but intrigued
about the control it seemed to have over Austin, who moments before had
been dirty talking like the most dominant top.

"Get on your back," Martin ordered. "And show me that pretty little hole."


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



It wasn't as though Owen had an especially big mouth. It wasn't as though
he'd sucked so much dick that he was used to opening up wide. Yet somehow,
despite Parker's trouble to so much as fit the head of Owen's cock into his
mouth, Owen found himself inches down his own throat.

It was probably a few things: the first was the magical precum that seemed
to be stretching his jaw for him. Second, he was the most turned on he'd
ever been, and his determination was lit like a bonfire in his gut. And
third, Parker was pressing his face into Owen's ass with such force that
Owen had to do very little to keep himself curled over himself, like a
gymnast.

It was a divine combination. The very last touch--the touch that pushed
Owen over the edge--was feeling the wide flare of his cockhead sink into
him further, opening him up, widening his throat, cutting off his air.

He had to cum or else he was going to suffocate. And how would that look in
the papers? Hung Jock Found Lifeless, Auto-Fellatio To Blame.

Owen's eyes were watering. He was moaning unrelentingly, the groans
vibrating out of his sweating chest in time with Parker's tongue as it dug
into his slick hole. Owen looked down the length of his dick and his eyes
met Parker's. There was such an element of carnal lust in those eyes. Owen
knew he had done that. It was his victory and his salvation.

He came. Hard. His balls drawing up and emptying themselves down the curve
of his shaft, rocketing the cum out of his knob and into the tight grip of
his mouth like a super soaker.

Slowly, Owen eased his dick out of his mouth as it began to limp up. He
rolled onto his back, Parker kneeling over him and watching him with that
same hint of admiration and lust that Owen had seen seconds before he
came. He was spent, but his sex drive had not plummeted. He felt hornier
than ever.

"I don't know what happened," said Parker. He wasn't angry. He sounded
mystified. "I never got hard when the other guys tried. Never. I was a
legend."

Owen shrugged. "So?"

Parker was playing with his softening dick. Even back in its limp state it
still looked huge. Even bigger than it had when Parker had shoved it up
against Owen's face.

"So...." Parker mumbled. "You're not gonna tell your brother right? He'll
kill me."

"Secrets safe with me," said Owen. His hands cupped his own
cock. Definitely bigger, even soft. His hands grazed his body lazily. His
muscles felt like they'd just gotten a great workout.

"Say, weren't you supposed to be sick in bed?" asked Parker.

"Yeah," said Owen with a smile. "But I'm feeling much better."

"Good," said Parker as he moved onto his side again. Owen felt his hands
being moved away and a warm breath blew across his balls, followed quickly
by a large, wet tongue. Still smiling he shifted sideways, only to come
face to face with Parker's rock hard cock again.

Yup, Owen thought. Definitely bigger this time.

"No," Parker said airily. Owen flinched, realizing he was about to be told
off.

But all Parker said was, "On your stomach. I gotta get a taste of that
hole."

Owen got onto his stomach sheepishly.

"What?" Parker asked.

"Can you..." Owen began to turn red. His eyes settled onto Parker's cock,
which was half hard already.

"What?" Parker urged.

"Face fuck me again?"

Parker's face was unreadable. Then he said, "Go put your laundry in the
dryer. We're gonna need to wash some more sheets before everyone gets
home."

END


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Sorry for the delay, my beloved readers! I hope these new characters more
than make up for my time away. Honestly, what got me writing again was the
lovely encouragement I received from a number of you, so if you liked this
chapter (or even the whole series) let me know! I love comments and ideas
and any feedback. author.puddles@yahoo.com