Adaptability

                                                     by  Dafydd  Cyhoeddwr


Jason was a very special child.  Perfect, in fact.  Though he started
out to be the ugliest baby in the maternity ward, by the time he was
taken home he had somehow become the most beautiful.

All through school, he never got sick -- not once.  Always healthy,
always beautiful in a masculine way, always the darling of his teachers
and always making his parents proud.  He was everything a parent could
want.

When puberty came, it unsettled him but not so as anyone would notice.
But where he had before done things for others, he thereafter began to
do things for himself.  Like Tracy.

Tracy was a beautiful, bright young girl in high-school, a year ahead of
Freshman Jason.  He set his sights on her body and very soon got to
give away his virginity.  Fortunately Tracy wasn't a virgin, so she
could help him please her.  That first night, he learned how to please
a woman with his fingers, tongue, and cock, and he really liked being
her student:  not the learning part (which was very exciting), but the
state of being subject to her -- that  really turned him on and kept
him going non-stop until almost dawn.

They were together for a little more than a year, and as time went on
Jason became more and more like the ideal person to for Tracy.  It was
almost as if he changed, physically and mentally, into Tracy's
dream-man - which was more or less correct!

Jason had been about 5'-10" tall, sandy-blond, blue-eyed, very handsome
in an almost beautiful, angelic way when he first bedded Tracy.  His
body had been lean and trim -- he had been on the track, soccer and
swim teams, and so didn't need massive muscles.  He had had very little
body hair -- just a sprinkling on his arms and legs, short underarm
tufts, and a very abbreviated pubic bush around his seven inch cock and
egg-sized scrotum.

But, by the time he and Tracy split up because she had to relocate with
her family to the other end of the state to follow her father's job, he
had grown three inches (two years after what should have been his last
growing spurt), and his hair had lightened into near silver-blond.  His
eyes had deepened in colour to green.  His face was subtly different,
hard to detect how even WITH before and after photographs.  It was,
perhaps, only more masculine - less beautiful, but still as handsome as
before.  His body had filled out like he had lifted weights non-stop
the whole 14 months (which he had not).  Large, flat, hard pecs,
bulging biceps, washboard stomach, thick, almost massive thighs and
rock hard calves.  There was no longer any hair on his body from his
neck down, including his groin.  And in reference to that area, his
cock had also inflated -- it had become 9 1/2 inches long and two
inches around, while his scrotum had swelled to the size of a baseball.

The most amazing part of his transformation was that no one noticed it.
Tracy grew closer and closer to him, finding more and more fulfilment
in their relationship as he met more and more of her needs, but she had
no real idea why this was happening.

They kept up their 'teacher-student' relationship all through their
time together, although by the end it had become 'mistress-slave'
outright.  Also, his grades began to dive -- Tracy hated intelligent
men.

And then she left.  Jason's parents had expected him to be heartbroken,
but he had no problem with the separation emotionally.  He was once
again under the influence of his parents and he reverted to his
'original' state, including mentally.  His grades went back up and
everything returned to normal.

Jason stayed solitary for the rest of his high-school years:  his need
for sex had dimmed after Tracy.  The dip in his grades hadn't been
drastic enough nor prolonged enough to affect his chances for college,
and the August after he graduated high-school he went away for the first
time, to a state university in Missouri.

While he was away his first year, and accidental fire killed his
parents, leaving him alone in the world.  That affected him more than
Tracy's leaving had, and his roommate, a football lineman named Stan,
had to do a good deal of consoling.

Of course, Jason had from the first day in the dorm come under Stan's
influence.  So while he had left home a tall, slim, but well developed,
handsome young man, by the time the call came he had changed.  This
time, instead of transforming into a hulk he had become -- well, not a
exactly a wimp but almost.

He had shrunk to 5'-6", and gotten even skinnier.  His looks hadn't
really changed and he had become even smarter, but he seemed somehow
weaker, younger, less mature.

What Stan wanted, you see, was someone to protect, to be a big brother
to.  And Jason changed to fit the bill.  Then, when Jason's personal
crisis came, Stan's goals altered.

Jason began, soon after he had recovered from the loss of his parents,
to have strange feelings toward Stan.  He had always felt subordinate
to the older, more commanding man, and looked up to him.  But now, he
wanted more than praise from him.  Sex was again becoming part of his
life, but this time it was man-to-man sex he needed.

He took to wearing less and less in the room until finally he wore only
the briefest of Italian bikini underwear.  His cock and balls (which,
unlike the rest of him, had returned to the size they had been under
Tracy's influence) made a sizeable basket which wasn't really concealed
at all by the skimpy cloth he wore -- especially since his cock was
usually erect.

Finally the pressure got to be too much.  One night, Jason lay on his
bed in a pair of purple briefs, doing his Calc homework.  Stan sat at
his desk going over a play-book, and his stereo was playing a local rock
station.

After an hour of this, Stan flipped off his lamp and wend over to his
bed, stretching out on it on his back.

Jason looked up and closed his books.  He rolled over on his side, his
cock tenting his briefs as usual, and said, "Uh, Stan...un, how come
you don't date?"

Stan looked over at him and answered, "I don't know, kid.  Why?"

"D-do you ever have sex?"

"Sometimes."

"Could you ma-maybe p-please...um, I...um...What do you think of gay
men?"

Stan just stared at him for a moment with smouldering eyes, and then
said, "Why don't you come over here and find out, kid?"

Jason smiled and leapt from his bed onto Stan's.  He leaned down into
Stan's face and kissed him while pushing his hands under Stan's t-shirt
and caressing the older boy's chest.  The kiss was very deep and
passionate, and Stan's hands began to move too, gliding up and down the
kid's back.

Finally they separated hesitantly.  Stan said, "Okay, kid.  I'm far too
overdressed for this.  Get me out of these clothes."

Jason was eager to comply.  He peeled off Stan's t-shirt, then his gym
shorts, and lastly, the athlete's jock strap, freeing the boy's fine 9"
and very hairy cock.

"Okay, kid.  You seem to like the sight of my cock.  Kiss it.  Go
ahead, kiss it."

Jason looked at the cock he had been dreaming of and lusting for, and
took it in his hand.  He stroked its hard length for a bit and then he
bent over it and touched his lips to it, giving it a little kiss right
on its bifurcated, rounded head.  He licked his lips when the kiss was
over, and he liked the faint taste on them so much that he immediately
dove back onto the hard pole, taking it fully into his mouth and
sucking on it like a starving man on a piece of food.

Jason had never been with a man before, but he was an expert anyway
because Stan didn't want a novice lover, just a young one.  He had had
several male lovers before, including his little brother's best friend,
and now he wanted to roll all of them into one person -- the skill of
an expert, lifetime cock-sucker and the innocence of youth.  Jason now
fit that bill perfectly.

Jason sucked on Stan's prick like a demon for an age and a half (or so
it seemed to the ecstatic Stan).  Half way through, Jason began to use
his hands on Stan's nipples, balls, and ass-hole, pushing Stan farther
and farther over the edge.  Finally Stan came, hosing quarts of cum
down Jason's throat.

Then, it was Stan's turn.  Laying the kid on his back, he removed the
stretching briefs and freed Jason's cock.  But before beginning in on
it, he first started by kissing Jason's entire hairless body.  He was
particularly thrilled by the hairlessness of Jason's huge cock -- it
accentuated perfectly his apparent youth.

Jason's skin was smooth and faintly male scented, and was soon fully
coated with Stan's saliva.  And when Jason was fully relaxed, Stan
began to suck.

Jason's cock tasted exactly like Stan had expected, and like no one
else's ever:  tangy, nutty, manly in a primal, essential way.  Stan
loved it.  He duplicated what Jason had done to him with lips, tongue,
and hands, and in almost exactly the same amount of time, Jason was
cumming gobs of salty whiteness into Stan's mouth.

Then, Stan said, "Okay, kid, lift your legs and grab your knees.  It's
time to get fucked!"

Jason complied.  Stan shifted closer to Jason's crotch and pointed his
once-again hard cock at the tiny pink asterisk now revealed between
Jason's spread ass-cheeks.

Initial penetration was very easy.  Jason's ass-hole was very malleable,
easy to breach, but it stayed tight around the intruder, gripping
Stan's cock like a rubber glove.  Stan began pumping right away,
wanting to get as much as possible out of the thrilling sensation of
fucking his cute kid of a roommate.

Jason, meanwhile, was being driven out of his mind by unimaginable
pleasure.  Being fucked felt better than any fantasy he had ever had
about it, and he didn't even have to do anything - just lie there and
take it.  He thought he might very well die from the pleasure and he
didn't mine a bit.

That first fuck lasted for only about 10 minutes, but to both
participants that 1/6th of an hour was stretched to endless proportions
by way of pleasure, so that it seemed like an eternity before Stan felt
his cock pulse as it fired bullets of cum into the ass gripping his
prick, and Jason felt his insides being scalded by rivers of man-cum.
Both immediately passed out from excessive ecstasy, and slept,
interlocked by penis and ass-hole, for the rest of the night.

Jason and Stan were together for two years.  Appearances stayed just
about the same until the end of the school year.  His inheritance
allowance got the pair a house for the summer, and over that summer he
got even younger - regressing to about 14 to all appearances.  He never
left the house, doing the house work, cooking, being a 'wife' for Stan.

Then, in the two weeks before school started he regained some of his
age, ending up looking about 16, with a little bush of hair growing in
about the base of his monster cock.  And, for the whole next year, he
stayed looking about that age.  He kept both of them on the Dean's List
and both of them sexually satisfied.  Though Stan took a few other
lovers, both male and female, and had some of them fuck his ass,
Jason's cock never penetrated any part of Stan's body except his mouth.

At the end of Jason's sophomore year, Stan's brother Cliff came out to
stay with them in the apartment they rented for that summer.  Cliff was
just out of high-school and would be attending their college in the
fall.  He was tall (just under 6'), raven haired, built like a runner
or cyclist -- in short, much like Jason upon HIS graduation from
high-school and much like Jason was once again, except that Jason seemed
younger.

Something clicked between Cliff and Jason from the moment they set eyes
on each other.  It was something they hid from Stan unconsciously.
Stan had classes and a lab (trying to make up for his first year's
failings with a stint in summer session), as well as extra-curricular
activities that didn't include either of his 'younger' roommates, so
Cliff and Jason were alone a lot.  It got so that Cliff eventually took
a part-time job to get away from the strange feelings and
uneasy-yet-exciting tension between the two of them.

You see, there was something that was very repressed between Stan and
Cliff too.  Someone watching Stan and Jason's relationship from outside
might have noticed the similarities between Jason and Cliff, and linked
them to a real or fantasized relationship between the two brothers.
And, after a good look at their interaction, it seemed obvious that
Stan was very attracted to his brother and Cliff knew it but was
uncomfortable about both the incestuous overtones and the homosexual
leanings it displayed.

And Cliff and Jason were also attracted to each other.  Cliff was still
uncomfortable about the gay thing -- the thought both attracted and
repelled him - but there weren't any other considerations (like incest)
to keep him from going ahead and exploring his feelings with Jason.
Still, Cliff had his hang-ups and he didn't (think he) want(ed) to
explore those feelings, so he remained uneasy around the 'younger' man.

Finally, things came to a head two months after Cliff arrived.  Stan
had to go out of town for a week, which left the Jason and Cliff with
every opportunity to be together.  And, Cliff was being worn down
little by little by constant exposure to Jason's allure.  Finally, it
happened.

Bathrooms are a marvellous opportunity, especially when there is only
one in an apartment and it has no lock on the door.  One morning Jason
was taking a shower.  As he was drying himself off afterwards, Cliff
walked in in his bikini briefs, looked surprised, then apologetic, and
then just looked at the naked youth.  Every single inhibition he had
had was totally destroyed by that sight and he moved slowly into
Jason's arms.

After a passionate embrace during which both pairs of hands roamed
freely up and down opposite backs and the two young man fused lips
eagerly, Cliff slid down Jason's body, his tongue out and tasting
Jason's skin as he went.

He was soon on his knees with Jason's cock staring him in the face.
Hesitantly at first, then with more and more natural skill and
enthusiasm, Cliff began to suck on the monster cock in front of him.
Jason put his hands on Cliff's head and closed his eyes, reveling in
the feelings of the fantastic blow job.

It wasn't long before Cliff was swallowing cum, and Jason almost
fainted from the pleasure.  When he had recovered, he took Cliff's
hand, drew him to the bedroom, and positioned himself to let Cliff fuck
him.

Cliff slipped out of his briefs and revealed a cock almost the size of
Jason's.  Jason smiled and showed Cliff the lubricant of choice.  Cliff
greased them both up and proceeded to fuck Jason through three weird
internal orgasms before finally getting both of their cocks to explode
in whiteness.

They had the rest of the week together, and they explored each other
thoroughly.  Jason even got to fuck Cliff a few times.  Cliff was in
heaven, except for one thing:  though he liked Jason's cock, he would
really have preferred a cunt.  Not a woman, just a cunt.

On the day that Stan was due back, Jason and Cliff made a decision.
They cleared the apartment of their belongings and secured a motel
room, where Jason made the final arrangements for their move.  And,
across the country they set up in a totally new life.

They transferred to another college and got an apartment together.
Under Cliff's sway, Jason again changed, aging up to Cliff's age in all
ways.  In fact, they were often taken to be brothers, and sometimes
twins.

And Jason changed even more drastically in response to Cliff's wishes
than was obvious from a cursory public view.  Gradually, day by day,
Jason's cock shrank until one day he no longer had either cock or balls
-- he had a cunt and Cliff's dreams came true.  They lived happily ever
after as man and man/wife.