[Gay] The Greatest Christmas Gift I Could Ever Get

[MonsterLuvr]

NOTE: all the characters are 18+. Any direct references to unsafe topics are avoided as best as I can.

It isn't easy finding out that there's no Santa, especially for me. Being a late bloomer I'd always ask for the same thing, and get nothing. Everyone else would bloom, either early, on time or late (yet still early as fuck compared to me).

I'd still grow and bloom but it seemed like by age 18, I was at my peak. By 18, the second-shortest guy in my grade was 5'7" compared to my 5'4". The second-skinniest guy, Grady, was very lean with hard, dense muscles, not unlike an IRL Spider-Man. He also had the largest cock in school, at a brag-worthy 10 by 6. And to add insult to injury, the second smallest cock belonged to the second-youngest guy, my best friend Nate who was three weeks my senior, was an average six and a half hard. My hard cock was smaller than his soft one!

My parents would be out of town visiting my grandfather, and since his homophobic ass forbade me from entering his home I stayed behind. So I'd have the house all to myself for the next two weeks. Just watch TV, play video games, jerk off and not much else.

But on Christmas Eve, as the clock struck midnight...

CLANG!

A loud noise rang out from downstairs. Even with my headset on I knew something sketchy AF was going on downstairs. I grabbed my old baseball bat from when I tried out for the baseball team back in middle school and crept downstairs. And by our well-decorated Christmas tree was a tall, handsome man, probably about late 40s to early 50s with kind blue eyes, salt-and-pepper hair with a matching beard and a formidably muscular physique that not even a dark red travelling cloak could hide well. And that's even if it wasn't opened to show impressive pectoral cleavage and a hairy but not too furry chest. Imagine Chris Evans' shirtless scene in the first Captain America movie if he didn't shave his chest and had the same black-and-grey hair color as Robert Downey Jr.

"Hello, Walter," the stranger said in a deep, kind voice. "How do you know my name? And how the fuck did you get into my house," I angrily squeaked, trying to sound intimidating but coming off less so and more Theodore from the old Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoons from the '80s. Well, if Theodore looked like someone photoshopped the face of Thomas Barbusca from The Mick onto a body that made Timothée Chalamet look as jacked as The Rock. But the stranger gently walked up to me.

WHSSH!

The bat swung as hard as my arms could swing towards the stranger's handsome face, which looked like a young Jeff Stryker with Bruce Campbell's chin that was prominent even under the manly lumberjack beard. But with little effort he grabbed it midair, which was just as well. He was close to seven feet tall and at most I'd brush the tip of the bat against his beard. "Isn't this the same bat I got you nine years ago? You really don't know who I am, do you?" He let go of the bat, which dropped to the floor as my arms went limp.

"Yes, Walter. There really IS a Santa Claus. And he's not a plump, jolly old elf. I mean, do you think I'd be able to do what I do if I didn't have a body like..."

He then undid his belt, letting his cloak and pants hit the floor. Just being as tall as he was was imposing enough, but he had more muscles than Arnold Schwarzenegger did in The Terminator. He had a hairy chest, but wasn't bear-like, which helped to not hide his amazingly tight abs. Literally cum gutters segmenting what damn near looked like a twelve-pack. Tree trunk thighs and thunderous calves. I almost didn't notice his crotch. He was wearing what looked like leather briefs that between his large, muscular ass and formidable cock looked like it was about to bust at the seams.

"...this? I know you think I ignored your wishes and doused your belief in me. The truth is I couldn't give you what you wanted then. Your body was still growing. I had to wait until you were of age. But now, what you've been asking for since your friends started to hit puberty before you is almost yours." I stood dumbstruck. Was this really happening? Was he really Santa? Was Santa Claus real? And was he really a seven-foot tall bodybuilder that made so-called alpha males look weak and timid as... well, me? The same me who though he embodied all my most wild desires? "Yes, Walter. I'm finally going to give you all the masculinity you've ever wanted."

 

[MonsterLuvr]

I couldn't believe it! It couldn't be. I probably fell asleep watching porn again. Fun Size Boys, from the looks of it. Of course, anyone would look fun sized compared to this powerful DILF.

"You're shittin' me, aren't you," I said, trying to stifle an incredulous laugh. But I wasn't laughing when his God-tier love gun starting twitching in its tight leather holster just before the piece of leather tore apart and unleashing the most massive hard-on I've ever seen. And as an avid consumer of Class Comics that's saying something! Even on such a massive giant like this supposed Santa, his muscular cock looked so strong and powerful. As if entranced, I wrapped both my hands around the middle of the shaft and began to traverse up and down the veiny beast. It must have been almost a foot in diameter, and the better part of twice as long! It was hot to the touch and pulsated with raw masculine strength.

"Can you REALLY make me as powerful as you?"
"No, but you will never have to worry about feeling insecure about your masculinity ever again. But just know now, this is not something to be taken lightly. You must do EVERYTHING I tell you and if you falter, then the gift is forfeited. You will forget this encounter and remain as you are. But if you succeed, all the strength and power you've ever wanted will be yours. You will stand tall. You will stand strong. You will be your ideal. So... are you willing to accept my gift?"

Without hesitation, I answered with an excited affirmation.

"Good. The first thing you must do..."
He lightly grabbed the back of my head.
"...is take my manhood into your lips. Do so until my seed fills your stomach."
And while the idea of stuffing a nearly 19 inch cock down my throat, much less one nearly two to three times around as my arm, seemed terrifying and perhaps even fatal, I figured that I had more to gain than lose. If it's a dream, I'll just wake up in my bed, hand on my pitiful pud with a puddle of jizz on my stomach. If he's really Santa then there's no way I'm in any real danger. But if I do choke to death, at least I'll be doing something I love. I mean, I've blown guys before. Hell, I've probably sucked off Grady's stallion sausage at least three or four times a week.

My lips pressed against his glans as I pushed my head down. There was much less resistance than I thought there'd be. Before I knew it, my chin was on his massive balls and then I pulled my head back up the shaft. Before I knew it I was (somehow) blowing 19x12" of manhood, mostly working the bottom seven or eight inches with my hands around his smooth, rock-hard ass. I'm surprised his dick didn't go all the way through me! All the while he just let out the deep moans of an increasingly satisfied man whose masculinity damn near eclipsed all others combined. And then, it hit me. Or more specifically, it filled my stomach. The massive meat spasmed violently in my throat as I felt load after load fill me. Eventually the shots fired less and less frequently before stopping completely. My hands fell from his superhero-like cheeks while his still hard cock was rammed down my throat. Eventually he pulled it out of my throat, damn near triple coated in saliva. I looked down and my stomach looked full to bursting but soon it returned back to normal. And just then I realized... he had his cock inside me for almost forty minutes and not once did I need to breath. Just then, he picked me up with both hands and brought me to eye level. He then undressed me and laid me against the floor with my ass in the air. While I wasn't much of a man, at least I had a damn fine peach!

"Now, you must humble yourself by letting yourself trust another man completely. Let my overabundance of power fill the void in you where your lack of power resides." As he said this, he pushed his powerful meat scepter into me. Just the tip was almost too much for me to bear. I thought about tapping out, but then I thought about my life up to this point. I also thought about what I'd get for persisting, what'd happen if I didn't and I even thought about how if this DID kill me, at least I'd die with a dick up my ass. He pushed it slowly into me, with each inch taking an eternity to enter me. He laid flat against me, sandwiching me between the hardwood floor and his entire being. He was like a bus on top of me, albeit one that kept ramming me with a massive cock that was damn near bigger than my whole body. But strangely, it didn't hurt. Nor did having his whole body on top of mine. In theory I should have been crushed to death by now but no!

And as he said, I did feel him filling every void in me. And then he sped up from a gentle thrust to double speed. Every so often he'd suddenly start fucking twice as hard, and with it his animalistic grunts and moans grew. Time seemed to speed up, slow down and stand still, all at once. Before I knew it he was fucking me so hard I knew he was close to climaxing. He then stood up, his cock still balls deep inside me as he spun me around to face him. He grabbed my waist and began using me as a Fleshjack. A quick glance at the clock told me it was almost two in the morning. And then he bellowed a deep and satisfied moan as I felt him unload in me. He seemed to unload nearly twice as much of his hot Superman-like spunk in my ass as he did my face. He slowly pulled me off his cock, which had now deflated to a still enviable flaccid size of around 12 inches long, and set me down on a nearby chair.

"Now that I've filled you with my strength, I must now drain you of your weakness."

As he said this, he buried his burly face into my crotch. With surprising speed he found my cock, pathetic as it may be, and began to suck me off. Being several rungs below omega, I didn't exactly last long. Barely thirty seconds in and I fired off a meager load, not even enough to fill a thimble. But he kept going. And each time I lasted just a bit longer. He must have spent the next hour sucking me off, with the last blowjob lasting five or so minutes. And it seemed like each time I didn't just last longer but I seemed to produce more seed. He finally pulled his face from my crotch and my pathetic prick was now a respectable seven or eight inches. Less than three times its original size!

"Now, with no weakness left in you, you must now humble me."

As he said this he got on all fours and presented his hairless hole to me. I grabbed my prick, now a respectable handful. If I just stopped there I'd be happy. But god DAMN if I didn't want to put this new dick to the test. I pressed the head of my dick against his hole and pushed it in as I wrapped my hands around his waist. Instinct nearly kicked in and like he did I started off slow, building momentum and getting his tight hole used to me. But how quickly I seemed to go from 0 to 90. He began chanting in some obscure language as what looked like every light on the tree flooding my eyesight completely with reds, greens, blues, yellows and pinks. My body was now completely on autopilot. I grunted and moaned but each got deeper and deeper as I continued. The clanging of bells, the bombardment of multicolored lights, the deep eldritch chanting, the surge of pure erotic pleasure... it was too much! But I kept going and it kept getting more and more intense. And then...

"OH, FFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"

After that everything went as white as the loud white noise that buzzed in my eyes. And then, I awoke in my bed. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, though I'd assume that's what it was. My eyesight was blurry and hazy. I stumbled to the bathroom. I didn't have to pee but I wanted a shower. Whatever happened hit me hard. Slowly, my vision became less blurry, though the steam of the boiling-hot shower didn't help. I managed to get back to my room and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. They fit strangely. Due to my scrawny body and my perfect ass, I always went a size bigger, but they seemed to be quite snug. And then I got an increasingly clear look at myself in the mirror.

I seemed to stand much taller. Much broader. My dark red hair sat atop a less cherubic face. I looked strong. I looked powerful. I ran my hands, now nearly twice as big as before, across my now-insanely powerful torso. I had a body that put the likes of any of the MCU Chrises to shame. I wasn't as big and strong as the man I fucked last night... or at least I dreamt about? A seven foot-tall demigod that could put many of the gods themselves to shame. And then my hands slid into my underwear and I pulled out a thick, full member that made the one Dirk Diggler whipped out at the end of Boogie Nights look like nothing. "No, Dirk. I am a star." I said as I stroked it but after awhile realized something.

I couldn't get it hard! As I was freaking out, my computer emanated a noise. Someone was trying to call me on Messenger.

Someone named Mr. Kringle.

 

[MonsterLuvr]

The minute I pressed the button to answer, the screen flashed and a mass of light began to grow out of the monitor. It approached me and took a familiar form.

It was him. The DILFy alpha male Santa from last night, but something was different. Aside from the fact that he looked like a hologram lit with Christmas lights, he was about half a foot shorter, meeting me at eye length. He still looked manly as fuck, but he was less muscular and less endowed. He looked as muscular and hung as me.

"I bet you have plenty of questions. First off, time's a different beast for me, so while I'm still traversing the planet, I'm also able to live chat with you. Secondly, yes. I am Santa Claus and no, that wasn't a dream. Nor is this. As for what happened, I transferred a fraction of my masculine power into you. I only meant to at least make you as masculine as most men your age. But it's been awhile since I've performed this ritual. You see, first I filled you with strength and then took your weakness."

He conjured a pair of 1:6 figures of myself and him, circa last night. Much like his hard light projection they were alight in a cascade of colors. But there were two noticeable colors that stood out. One was a flood of dark blue within Santa's figure and in mine a similar flood of yellow. I then saw the me figure begin to perform fellatio on the Santa figure. I still can't figure out how all that cock was able to fit inside me. Eventually a good portion of dark blue flooded the inside of the me figure, leaving the color flood a greenish shade. And just as predicted, when the Santa figure fucked me, a portion of the dark blue flood left Santa and entered me, leaving behind a dark bluish-green shade. And after the Santa figure blew my figure, each time I saw the flood get less green and more blue, especially around the crotch. The blue around my cock grew steadily and when he finished it was blue with a slight yellow tint to it. But as the me figure began to fuck the Santa figure, all the yellow from the me figure filled the Santa figure and then the figures began glitching.

"You see, this is where I may have messed up slightly."

Eventually the figures stopped glitching. My figure was now a dark blue, albeit not as dark as Santa's was. My figure was also violently fluctuating between my old and new physiques, as the Santa figure was now roughly to scale with the current Santa but looking horribly fatigued. The dark blue flood was now a twitching mass of yellow and dark blue, completely unable to merge as my floods did.

"I inadvertently filled you with more of my strength than I meant to and I tried to compensate by balancing the amount of weakness I took from you. If I didn't, my strength might have torn you apart. Thankfully my well of masculinity always replenishes, but this time it took longer than usual. Perhaps I really am getting too old for this. My lineage ages much more slowly than normal humans. While I may look about at most mid 50s, I'm closer to two to three hundred years old. I was 18, same as you, when I took on the role of Santa Claus. Before that, my predecessors held different names and titles, but generosity and altruism was always our goal."

I just took in his words like I took his cock last night. With an incredulous amount of ease. "Okay," I said. "But what about... this?" As I spoke I jiggled my seemingly comatose manhood. "You're still adjusting to the power. You won't be fully adapted until about," he paused to produce a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a tablet of sorts and began muttering over hard-to-hear details. "When the clock strikes midnight on New Year's Eve. Until then, you must engage in NO sexual activity, either as a top or bottom. If you try to top, the power could consume you and your partner. If you bottom, the person penetrating you will siphon all of your masculinity, and not just what I gave you. The only thing you can do is go about your normal routine. But I'd recommend keeping to yourself until you're fully adapted. Aside from sensooorororororororo......"

Just then my vision went blurry and my hearing starting... glitching, for lack of a better term. I also seemed to lose nearly all my equilibrium and collapsed, landing just enough on the bed for it to catch me. I began breathing heavily and then everything went back to normal. The hard light Santa appeared just an inch or two above me. "As I was saying, aside from sensory abnormalities, such as blurry vision and the like, you'll also be putting out an unusual amount of pheromones to attract potential partners. In your case, other men, regardless of orientation. So just keep to yourself until New Year's Eve. The effects should be less prominent by a few hours before midnight, in case you want to go hang out with your friends. But you must STILL abstain from sexual contact until then. So I guess just hang out until then. But there's a few more things you should know."

"Like what?"
"Your metabolism will work much harder but ironically you'll be able to survive longer without food, water or air. You still need to exercise, but you can either exercise less frequently to stay the same or you can exercise as much, if not more, to build more muscle. As your muscles grow, however, so will the rest of you to maintain scale. Meaning if your muscles grow by ten percent, you'll end up ten percent taller... not to mention ten percent more manly, and yet that includes but isn't limited to being endowed. You'll also have amazingly high levels of sexual stamina. The drawback is that you'll have to engage in sexual activity much more frequently, whether that's intercourse or just masturbation. You'll also produce more semen than before. Most normal men produce less seed with subsequent ejaculations but you won't."
"Wow, this sounds amazing. I personally would have been happy with just a six-pack and an eight-incher but I'll definitely enjoy this Christmas present for the rest of my life. By the way, do I have all of your powers?
"No. You'll age slower than normal humans but not as slowly as me. Basically you'll age from here on out you'll age at half the normal rate. Also, I can literally go months without food or water, whereas you'll probably last at most a week or so. And while you'll have superhuman stamina, both in and out of the bedroom, I'll still lap you. You ever hear that rumor about Sting being able to make love for eight hours? You'll be able to fuck for twice that, maybe even thrice, without stopping or going limp. As for me? I've got a man at home who can take me for days on end. I'd invite you for a three-way but you wouldn't last a minute for each day or two we can."
"Just as well. Since no one believes in you, much less in this version of you, I can still reign supreme."
"Not quite."
"You mean there's others more powerful than me, aside from you?"
"Some, albeit not as powerful as you. You're still my most powerful success story. But like them, there's two VERY important rules you must follow. The first rule, which DOES still apply to even a gay man like yourself, is that you must sire a son each decade for the next half-century. And no, you cannot just sire male quintuplets and call it a day. Most men in your position usually end up having kids roughly one or two years apart. And the most important rule is that you must NEVER... use your powers to demean, devalue or be cruel. Basically, don't be a bully. Be dominant but NEVER arrogant. Most men are easily corrupted by this power and that's why I usually choose the weakest and most bullied of young men to give the power to. But I had to wait for you to fully mature. Aside from it being pederasty, which you must NEVER engage in, as per the second rule, trying to perform the ritual on you sooner would have annihilated you. Now, what do you say?"
"I say... thank you. And I won't let you down. And..."

I said the next part with a coy smile. "If you ever want a round two, maybe we can shag for fun." He chuckled. "Nice try, but rules are rules. Last time was your only time with me. Plus, there's a third rule I forgot to mention."

"What's that?"
"You must never let another man inside you. He'll drain you and leave you a sexless, genderless cock fiend. Only the seed of another man can sustain you."
"I understand. Plus, I don't see myself bottoming anytime soon."
"Glad to hear it. Take what I said to heart and enjoy."

The hard light Santa disappeared and I was left in my room, alone. Buck naked. A man among men.

 

[MonsterLuvr]

Taking what Santa said to heart, I pretty much hung around the house for the next several days. Shortly after my chat with Santa, I went to get dressed before remembering I probably won't fit into my old clothes. But I guess a new body wasn't the only thing Santa gave me. I found that all my clothes, built for a much, much smaller young man, fit me just fine. Everything before was a bit too big but now my T-shirts fit my new torso like a glove. My boxer briefs and jeans somehow were able to fit my perfectly sized but and impressive cock and balls, nearly four times their original size with what I hope is enough room for my cock when it finally gets hard. Even my socks and shoes fit my new feet, with each foot bigger than both my old feet combined. Santa even threw in a few choice additions. A few tailored suits, dress shirts and I guess apropos for a figure associated with Christmas was a few sweaters modeled after my favorite interests. How fitting that I probably looked better in the Superman-themed ugly Christmas sweater than Superman himself. But with nowhere to go for awhile, I figured I'd only need a shirt and underwear and maybe throw on a robe (another gift from Santa) to open the door for the DoorDash delivery person. Thankfully (or maybe via Santa magic) none of the delivery persons were driven to want me inside them.

After nearly a week of eating take out, watching TV, playing video games, banging out winter break homework and working out in the buff in the home gym my dad had put in a few years ago, it was time for Grady's New Year's Eve party. Judging by his grungy skater aesthetic one would never assume he came from old money. His parents are almost always away on business trips or lavish vacations, so he had the run of their gorgeous estate that looked like something a movie star might live in. The only less than glamourous additions were the full-sized skate park and the big plot of land he used for paintball games and ATV races. But for this New Year's Eve he always went with something a little more upscale. Manhattan Elite, the e-vite said. I went with a dark turtleneck and a matching coat. I ended up looking like a bodybuilder playing a college professor.

I showed up at 9pm and as I stepped out of my dingy, laughably used car, I was already turning heads.

"Walter, is that you?"
"Holy shit! Walter got hot?"
"Hot? He's fucking gorgeous!"
"Bullshit! That's probably someone who just looks like him."
"No way that's Walter!"

And that's basically all I've heard. People who couldn't believe that the smallest kid in school, smaller than half the middle schoolers, was now 6'4" and built like, as someone said, "all the Chrises from the MCU combined." They asked if it was really me or if I was someone the real Walter hired to pretend to be him. They asked if they could feel my muscles, though most times people wouldn't even bother asking.

"Holy shit! Is that you, Mouse?"

Grady's voice rang out, calling me the nickname I never really liked. It was a nod not just to my size but to the fact that I shared a name with Walt Disney. Though now I had less resemblence to Mickey Mouse and more to Thor, albeit a version of Thor with shaggy, blood red hair. "Whoa, these are new," he said palming both my pecs before motioning me to spin around. "And so are these," he said as he grabbed my ass, a cheek in each hand. "And is that a pair of tube socks in your pants or..." He was genuinely shocked when he gripped what he thought might have been a 9-10 inch hard-on. "Holy shit!" He genuinely thought my cock was hard and surprised it was that big when completely flaccid! "Dude," he said breathlessly. "If you can bottle that shit, I'll empty my trust fund for a sip!" Hard to believe a few weeks ago, he was a cocky skater bro with a porn star-sized cock getting head from yours truly while bragging about his killer bod and fat dick.

The rest of the part was like that until Nate showed up around 11:45 with his older brother Deke. Deke got held back a few times so he was the only senior in our school who could buy beer. He was also the schools' resident alpha male jock asshole. So was the rest of his teammates, nearly all held-back pituitary cases with the youngest being a week older than me, but he was their de facto king. "Well, looks like a certain mouse has been eating his spinach, lately." Deke said tauntingly at me. "Something like that," I said with a smirk on my face. "Goddamn, Walter," Nate said in a clearly impressed tone. We've always been best friends, and at some point that included certain benefits. Deke shoved his little brother out of the way and got in my face. He was probably the only person in school that could come close to rivalling my new physicality. "Don't smart mouth the king, Mouse. You may be finally getting your share of puberty but don't think you can step on the toes of the greats and live to tell about it. You may LOOK strong, but let's see how strong you REALLY are." He then upended a nearby table being used for beer pong, much to the chagrin to those currently playing. He then sat in a chair and pulled off his letterman's jacket and black t-shirt to reveal what before Christmas would have been the most impressive physique at our school. He began lifting weights around nine or ten and at 21, it showed. Literally imagine Zac Efron from the neck down and what Darren Criss would look like as a natural blond. If he could he'd probably go completely nude!

I followed suit, losing my coat and turtleneck. I was noticeably way more impressive but his muscles looked a bit denser. He put his arm up to signal he wanted to arm wrestle. My slightly larger hand gripped his. "And... GO!" We both tried to bring the other's arm down. For a while it looked like we were evenly matched, despite my noticeably larger arms. But while I was clearly built for strength, his muscles were built for a near-perfect balance of strength and endurance, and his power of endurance seemed to give him an edge. Veins began to show themselves on both of our arms. Sweat trickled down my broad, smooth, muscular back and my moderately-hairy chest which was heaving as hard as his tighter chest with a bit more hair than mine. But in the end...

After a shockingly-long time, somewhere between three and seven minutes from what I've gleamed from overheard conversation, a hard THUD against the table as a strong hand was pinned by an even stronger hand. I had won.

And soon, it was almost time. Since everyone at the party was at least 18, Grady decided that when the clock struck midnight, we'd all tear off our clothes and jump into his Olympic-sized heated pool. Folks had already begun taking off their shoes, socks and even pants by the time less than 25 seconds was left. The rule was you kept your underwear on until the clock struck midnight. By the last ten seconds we were all surrounding the pool in our underwear. Folks CLEARLY saw something they liked, and in the ambient light and me in dark underwear that was saying something.

"TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN..."
Bras were unhooked.
"SIX, FIVE, FOUR..."
Hands were on waistbands.
"THREE, TWO, ONE!"
Bras, panties, boxers, briefs, boxer briefs, and other kinds of undies (God, some of my classmates are freaks!) flew off as well all shrieked...
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
And for some, the sight of my now rock-hard johnson, pointing straight upwards, all nearly 14 inches of length and the better part of 10 inches around (though about 9.25" below the hed and breaking the 10.5" mark at the base), made it a REALLY happy new year!

 

[MonsterLuvr]

Everyone jumped right in after Grady did a dive off the high-board. Something was definitely in the air that night since almost immediately everyone began fucking in the pool. Well, almost everyone. I noticed Nate ran off before the countdown ended so I jumped out after getting past a cheerleader three-way and Grady railing Declan from the drama club. Imagine a yaoi protagonist IRL and that's Declan to a T. Declan offered to blow me but I politely refused. "Maybe later. I'm gonna try to find Nate." "Just as well," Declan said. "I'm about to be REALLY busrhuhuh..." At that point Deke jammed his fat eight incher down Declan's throat while Declan began to play with Deke's nipples and Grady took Deke's friend Simon up the ass with a dick as long as Deke's but with more than half the girth. Climbing the ladder out of the pool proved tricky with my fat monster cock so I managed to wade towards the steps a few feet away, getting my ass, chest and crotch grabbed at by a couple of male cheerleaders and a few of Declan's drama club friends and even a few of Deke's friends. I managed to make it out of the pool and managed to track down Nate to a nearby pool house.

"Hey, why'd you run off? Seems like everyone's having fun out there?"
"I have a very different idea of fun, Walter."
"Like what?"
"Sit down and I'll show you."

I obliged and just as I did, Nate took my massive cock between his lips. Maybe there's a bit of magic in that massive meat of mine since before I knew it his chin was on my balls and his nose in my rosy bush. Before this, my previously meager cock was the only one he's sucked before. It felt so amazing. "Oh, Jesus, Nate. You really know your way around a cock. Sure you haven't had practice before." He flipped me off mid-suck and managed to get his hands up to my meaty pecs, playing with my nipples. Eventually he stopped and said, "If you wanna finish, that's up to you. I'm tapped out. Do as you please." I laid him on his back and began to fuck his throat, my massive balls repeatedly smacking against his face at an increasing rate. "Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum." I pulled out and began to stroke myself to completion when he stopped me. "Get back in my face, Walter." I obliged and fucked his lips until with a mighty thrust I jammed my cock as deep as I could when I felt the first load erupt. With each shot I jammed and rammed his lips as hard as I could. After six or seven shots, I pulled out. I was now even harder than before! I must have been a good 14 and three quarters in length. As I was gasping, Nate was grabbing his ankles and lifting his feet to the sides of his head. "Ready for round two?"

I obliged, slowly pushing the head into his virgin hole. He then wrapped his legs around my waist as I grabbed his waist with my hands. As I sat upright I began to bring him up and down my shaft. Slowly at first but soon I was ramming him hard and fast. I was worried I'd cum too quickly so I changed positions. We must have fucked in at least three positions, the last being missionary. His chest against the floor, my chest against his back as I clapped my tree trunk thighs against his perfect little twink peach. The whole he was all moans, coos and the odd stand-bys like "oh, fuck" and "you're so big" and the like. After what felt like an hour, I blew again and again inside his hole. I must have given his cupcakes a cream filling he'd never forget! I picked him up and we retired onto a nearby futon, his sexually satisfied body on top of my own, his head on my pecs and his rock-hard 6-7" cock pressed against my fully deflated cock that was nearly twice that size.

I think I was gonna like being a real man. Of course, with school a few days away, I'd realize just how much everyone else did, considering that none of us realized that we inadvertently put on a show for damn near the entire senior class.