Jack and James's new body

[Greatand08]

I ran into a cute, newly muscular guy I know recently and let my imagination do the rest. This is a lot of un-sexual build up, so I apologize, I had to figure out where the story was going first so I tried to drum up some tension.

- - - - - -

I couldn't hear most of the cars driving by over the sound of my music. Sixth avenue was busy, taxis and trucks flying past me every second. I was probably stomping down the sidewalk to my music, but I felt pumped. I'd just finished a good workout at the Y and I felt pretty unstoppable. Every day I stop by after my internship and workout, but today I'd changed it up and hit the rock wall. Now I'll admit I don't know if I did any of it right, but the small crowd I had checking me out made it feel pretty right. I was at their bouldering wall where you climb with no harness only about 12 feet up, and at the end of a difficult route after I'd swung my right hand backwards and to the edge of the overhang I decided to be a show off and do a pull of pull ups before bringing myself over the top of it and ending up on the balcony over looking the climbing area. I was a machine on that wall, putting everyone to shame.

I'd always been athletic, but this upcoming year I was gonna be the captain of my club hockey team and I'd decided it wasn't enough to be fast, I had to be big. So I'd taken my 6'3 frame from a respectable, normal 160 to a broad, muscled 180 in the last couple months and it showed. My t-shirt was soaked with sweat and clung across my newly broad shoulder, my sudden pectorals, and were strained by my currently pumped up biceps. I was barely thinking of anything specific as I sped down the block to my apartment for the summer. I nearly did another pull up on some scaffolding I walked under, but I stopped suddenly and stepped inside a diner when I saw two people I knew, one of them being someone special.

- - - - - -

"James?" I asked suddenly watching someone enter the diner.

"What?" Tori asked looking over her shoulder to see the tall guy walking in.

"Jack?" he said coming over to the table, hugging me as I stood up. Tori got up as well, and they shared a hug, though I wasn't sure how they knew each other.

"What's up man?" he asked panting. James had clearly come from the gym, his body reeked of sweat and his shirt clung to a large... new frame.

"I came into the city today to catch up with Tori, what are you doing here?"

"I have an internship and I'm living around the corner."

"Oh, that's funny," Tori said, "I live up the block. I haven't seen you around."

"Really?" James said, "that's weird. I was just up at the Y working out. I go there most days."

"Oh okay, cool," she said. "How do you two know each other?"

James and I shared a grin. "We lived in the same building freshman year," I said.

"Oh cool."

"Tori and I had to do a lot of bitch work on some Greek parties last fall," James added, explaining their own relationship.

"Yeah, we were in charge of a lot of drunk people and collecting money at the door."

He and Tori laughed. James added, "You should've seen it this spring. Even more fun. Where were you studying abroad again?"

"We were in Sweden," I said. "That's where we met."

"Oh cool," James said nodding. "Okay, well I'll let you guys get back to your meal, I'll see you up at school in a couple weeks I guess."

"Hold on, we'll pay and walk out with you," Tori said putting down money and grabbing her bag.

The three of us walked out together trying to sum up our summers and catch up on people. When we got to the corner outside Tori crossed the street and headed to her building. Under the streetlight I noticed James. We'd always been very close in height. He was always an inch taller, but we were similarly tall and thin. Now I was the only thin one though. James was thick. His back muscles were prominent through his red t-shirt, the heaving of his chest now noticeable. If I'd had my eye on James before it would be hard to take them off of him now.

- - - - - -

"You went to Sweden with her?" I asked as we walked down the street. I figured Jack would come back to my place now, since Tori left you.

"Yeah, she's nice," he answered.

"Really?" I asked, "I always thought she was kind of a bitch. She never liked being in her sorority."

"Honestly, she never talks about it, so that would make sense."

"She's alright though, had a boyfriend early last fall and then they broke up. A hockey guy."

"Oh yeah, you might've mentioned her," he said condescendingly. After they broke up last fall I'd taken up a lot of Jack's time asking whether or not it would be okay to hook up with her. I wasn't really friends with her ex Danny, but I thought that might not be a very gentleman like thing to do. Jack had tried to steer me away from her, but eventually we hooked up a few times.

"I was surprised she was so nice to me in there," I said laughing. "It didn't end well before she left."

"I remember the words 'big dick bag fuck face' being how she described her last boyfriend. I wasn't sure if that was you or Dan."

"Woah, woah," I defended. "We might've been together a few times, but she was never my girlfriend. She didn't even like me that much."

As we got to my building I stopped and turned to Jack. Jack was decidedly the oddest of all my friends. It wasn't that he was weird, but that in the sea of jocks, meat heads, and idiots I knew Jack was smart, funny, unathletic, and surprisingly thoughtful. We'd shared a lot of chemistry at the end of last semester, and I caught an odd feeling between us as I said, "Wanna come up?"

There was the briefest pause. He might've been thinking of train times out of the city, whether or not it was going to rain soon, if he had other plans later, but I got nervous very suddenly and wondered if he even wanted to hang out with me at all. I was the odd one among his friends, truth be told.

We took the elevator up together, my brain still whirring with unsourced anxiety. This was a friendship, but it'd been 6 months since we'd last seen each other, so maybe I was a dumb jock now. I certainly looked it.

- - - - -

James and I stepped into his small apartment. In reality it was his sister's, but she was living with her fiancé at his place until her lease was up, so she let James take it over for the summer. It was small, but nice. It was a kitchen/dining room/living room combo when you walked in and off to the right were doors to the bedroom and bathroom I assumed. I was impressed by the formal dining table next to the entryway, the granite countertop island that overlooked the back of the couch, the flatscreen TV on the wall.

"Your sister has nice taste," I said.

"She's a freak about her stuff though, and moved half of it out so I wouldn't ruin it," he said going over to the kitchen. I sat on the end of the dining room table, watching him.

"Throw any ragers?" I asked.

"No," he said pulling out a large jug of protein powder and milk. "I don't have a lot of friends this summer."

He mixed in some scoops and shook up the drink in one of those special, douchey bottles with a little spring at the bottom. Before I could ask about his lack of friends he opened the door to the bedroom, pulled his shirt off over his head, the large, rippling muscles of his back flaring as he did it.

"Is that why you've been hitting the gym so much Pop-Eye?" I asked meanly. James and I had a friendship based off of antagonism. I was the only person James knew who wasn't just into pussy and getting big. Though I was worried maybe he'd converted since last year. His body was swollen and managed with care. Big arms, shoulder, chest, everything. It was difficult to humor the idea of an unfriendly James when suddenly he was so visually appetizing. I was trying to will myself to not gawk at his new frame.

"Part of the reason," he said chugging back his protein shake. "Also I'm captain this year, and it doesn't look very good if the captain is a string bean."

"So me, essentially?" I joked. James and I may have both been tall and thin, but he was a normal weight, and I was pushing 145 on a good time. Not a lot of bones sticking out, rock climbing put a little meat on them, but I wouldn't do well in hockey.

James assessed my size. "Pretty much."

"I can tell you didn't gain any weight abroad," he added.

"Not that I can tell," I said. "I've been rock climbing though. Doesn't that make me look big?"

James smiled as he drank the end of the shake. "Maybe if you drank a couple of these afterwards. I was actually at my wall today trying some of that bouldering stuff."

"James? Bouldering? What?" I said remembering James's very belittling remarks about rock climbing. If girls could do it as well as guys James didn't see the point.

"It was okay," he said. "I showed off at the end. Did a punch of pull ups at the top of the wall for some guys."

"Very classy."

"I don't get these guys though," he started, leaning against the counter. His abs were coming in nicely too I noticed. He was blond, but had no chest hair as far as I could tell. "They're all like 5 inches shorter than me, and can tear up the wall twice as fast."

"I mean, if they're really legit they're probably ripped too," I said. "And they know that squats are key in rock climbing, not bench pressing."

"What?" James said putting away the jug of protein powder and washing out his bottle.

"When real rock climber climb they use their legs a lot more than their arms to push them up, and when you're at the angles these dudes are at it's not just calves it's hamstrings and glutes. Check 'em out next time, they'll have a lot of cake in the trunk."

James considered this a second. I could see he was imagining himself climbing, and all the stepping up you can do rather than pulling up. He opened his mouth for a second before saying anything, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but then I'm still set. I've always had plenty of cake."

James wiggled an eyebrow and looked down at the back of his shorts. James had always had nearly a comically large ass from hockey. Like he couldn't put anything in my back pockets because they were so strained. His ass nearly came out like a shelf in tight jeans. The few times I'd seen him in his boxers it'd been startling how prominent it was. All that hockey working wonders on his ass. My staring was momentarily appropriate, but I got a little lost in admiring it and when he walked into the room I realized it might've gotten weird.

- - - - -

Jack followed me into the bedroom and sat on my bed. There was a door to the bathroom from the bedroom and I stepped in, turning on the shower as he sat down amongst my clothes. The bed was completely unmade to begin with and I'd been tossing dirty work out clothes at the foot of it for a while.

"Nice pile," he said noticing it.

"There's laundry in the building, but I'm too lazy to get to it," I admitted. I leaned against the door frame, waiting for the hot water to make it up to the 6th floor.

"So," Jack asked, "why do you have no friends?"

"Oh, well, mostly because everyone I know is a jerk off living in Martha's vineyard this summer doing nothing."

"I mean, they're probably tanning at least."

I ignored him. "Only Brad is down in the city, but he's always tied up, and honestly-" I paused.

"Yeah?"

"Brad's just... boring. Like he's really only into playing FIFA or going to a bar, and there's only so many times I can do that before I wanna kill myself. Sometimes I go out with people from work, but it's weirdly been my sister's friends who've hung out with me the most."

"Poor James," I said pouting at him. "All awone in the big city, with no fwiends."

"Shut up," I said smiling. No one I knew was charming, and Jack was singularly charming. He was warm and open, knew how to be playfully a dick with me when I was being particularly fratty, and he was just a good dude. I felt that certain self consciousness wash over me again.

"So, had any lady friends stopping by? And regular slam pieces?" he asked.

I laughed. "Nada this summer, bro."

"None? Not one?" he asked a little surprised.

"Nope."

"What about um, uh, Casey, the girl after Tori?"

"She went abroad this summer."

"Oh - but what about last semester? I know you must've stumbled on top of someone."

"A couple girls in Tori' sorority actually, but none that live in the city."

"So you've been..." he trailed off quietly.

"Watching a lot of porn." I finished.

Jack laughed and said, "your poor parents VISA bill. I mean I know how voracious your sexual appetite is. You must have blisters on your hands by now."

"What? No, I'm not like obsessive over it, I was kidding."

"James, come on, it's me."

"I swear it's not-"

"You need a lot of sex! It's nothing to be ashamed of!" he pushed.

"I wouldn't say a lot, like, the regular amount of sex, like since when is that-"

"You are a monstrous, hungry beast Jamesy boy," Jack said coming up and grabbing me by the shoulders. I was so much bigger than him now, but we were still practically eye to eye. "Be at peace with that."

"I need a good lay every like 2 weeks. I'm not an addict or anything," I declared.

"And you've gone like 12 weeks, so you're practically ready to bend me over, right, tiger?"

I rolled me eyes. Jack had a very natural, easy ability to get hyped up and dramatic. It wasn't as unnerving as him easy charisma. I shrugged him off with with my broad shoulders and went into the bathroom, where I stripped down and admired my new body.

 

[Bigadmirer323]

very nice build up man. can't wait to read more!

 

[Greatand08]

Before stepping into the shower I surveyed my new landscape with precision and pride. I'd expanded my shoulders far enough that I needed new suit jackets. I'd brought enough muscle into my succulent pecs that they pushed out every t-shirt that used to hang off my frame. My biceps bulged gloriously in the lighting. Obliques trimmed my abs which I'd given up beer to attain, everything was settling perfectly - a balance of bulge and definition. I flexed a few times, trying to assess what gains I'd made. I stripped down and weighed myself, no changes, but that would change soon enough. I took a shower, bathing internally in the glow of my crafted physique.

- - - - -

I ticked away a couple of minutes on my phone before I started snooping. I don't know why I have no respect for people's personal space, but it doesn't matter if they're strangers or close friends, I will go through their stuff. James's apartment was mostly bare. His bed side tables didn't hide condoms, his closet didn't have cum rags hiding in the corners. James was a sexually vanilla as they came I imagined, even his underwear was safe boxer briefs across the board.

I lifted his laptop off the floor and opened it to something decidedly more interesting. A girl panted on top of a well hung man in a frozen moment from a porn James had been watching. He had a few tabs of it open, all unsurprising. The last tab was most interesting. A body building website.

After a few clicks I realized James had a profile where he'd posted regular photo updates of his body since I'd last seen him in January. He started tall and undefined, like myself, but as the posts ticked by he grew out. During the winter he'd just put on mass but the further into summer I got the more James defined his massive size. Shockingly the commentators were all supportive and non sexual. He had men asking for tips on developing such strapping traps, guys telling him he'd made great progress on his abs in such little time. Every person appreciated with almost clinical pronunciation James's body. I flipped through photo after photo, some glistening selfies after the gym, others taken by someone else clearly.

"What are you doing?" James asked coming out of the shower. He'd slipped back into his shorts. He stepped over and immediately picked up the laptop. "Oh, that."

"You're a star," I said menacingly.

"That's just for workouts," he said.

"Yeah, but clearly you've got some fans," I added.

"What?" he said looking at the page. His eyes didn't read the compliments as advances. I knew that if I saw James's pictures online the first thing I'd do what use at least a winky face to suggest my interest in his body. "Those are just other builders."

"Well, I'm glad you have a following," I said.

James closed the laptop and put it down. His body was still swollen and now wet from the shower. "Actually," he began, "You can help me with this."

"What?" I asked.

"I need to post an update. It's been two weeks."

"And?"

"You can snap some photos for me. I feel like a dick posting selfies, but that's the only way how."

I laughed and tormented as I took the camera. We stepped into the bathroom where all James's photos were set against the white wall.

"Hold on," James said reaching into the medicine cabinet and pulling out a bottle. "Gimme a sec."

"What's that?" I asked, as he rubbed it onto his skin. It was tanning oil, or maybe just baby oil. He coated every inch of his body with it. He caressed his pecs dutifully, he washed over his abs again and again. He prepared his body and my mouth went dry, and my cock, I admit, got hard.

"Alright," he announced.

"You're ridiculous," I said holding up the phone and beginning the photo shoot. James had a set routine. He held up each bicep, the mound of it bursting from his thick arm. He flared his trap muscles, tensing his pecs which previously showed nothing but boney ribs. The tense muscles across the plains of his body surprised me. He pulled up his chest to flex his abs. He fretted over the lack of progress. The lower ones were only peeking in, though his obliques cut veritable ravines into his blue shorts.

"Can you-" he began, looking through his iPhone. "Would you mind getting my back?"

"Sure," I said taking back the iPhone. I stepped back waiting for him to astonish me with further muscular developments.

"No, I need you to... oil me first," he said awkwardly. We both felt an unisexual, comic tension.

"James, you know I'm not that kind of boy," I said taking the bottle, rubbing it against his hard muscles. He had mountains ranges down his tall frame, bulges I didn't even know existed. This was certainly new territory for my appreciative eyes.

I stepped back with oily hands and snapped a couple of pictures. He brought his massive shoulder out and in, up and down. I showed him the snaps and he wasn't pleased. I stood back again to take more, and realized he just needed more oil on him to properly capture the definition of each muscle. I slathered my hands again and stepped up to his intimidating, muscular back.

- - - - -

As Jack rubbed his hands around my back, bringing the oil onto my shoulders and down my lower back, I nearly chuckled both from the sensation and the situation.

"Alright," he said wiping still. "Lemme just wipe some of this off."

Jack's hands came around from behind, first wiping down my pecs, his long hands cascading down the muscular peaks, them swiping down along my obliques. I laughed now, and suddenly his hands were below my belly button, skimming the top of my shorts, which I'd pulled down to get every inch of abdominal in the frame.

"Can't say that many guys get down there," I said chuckling.

Jack laughed behind me, nearly in my ear. "Don't worry, I remember it. Though it's changed a lot recently."

My heart beat in my ears loudly. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I paused, not breathing. Was he kidding? Was that serious? We hadn't talked about that in a long time. He was... joking. Maybe joking. I swallowed hard. I'd waited too long. I forced something casual out of my mouth.

"You can say that again," I sputtered. And a part of my brain that remembered the last time his hands were down there added another part, an invitation, a lingering question in the air between us since then, "do you like it now?"

Jack held his breath too, weighing my question, was I kidding? was I serious? I didn't know - I wasn't sure. He'd hit the ball into my court, I was just trying to return the serve. Maybe he didn't mean it like that. He didn't want to go down here again, fuck fuck fuck.

"I mean-" he began carefully. "I liked it plenty before, but..."

My breath quivered as he delicately strung me onto the edge of control. My heart raced in the hesitant second he didn't answer.

"I wouldn't mind seeing what's changed since then. More personally."

I spit the next word out within half a second. I wanted this more than I'd let myself dream about in the last 6 months, "Okay."

- - - - -

I slipped my hands into James's shorts before he got to the end of the word. I leaned in against his oiled back, the position familiar from last time, coming up behind him, his hands at his sides as I explored a part of him he'd never touched.

I reached into his underwear, and he was bound up in a jock strap. "A jockstrap?" I asked him, surprised. James wasn't kinky. James was safe.

"I wear it at the gym," he said defensively. James wouldn't be caught dead admitting to something as metrosexual as cute underwear.

"I bet it gets you plenty of attention," I said slipping down his shorts instead. "A big guy like you, working hard, sweating all night, growing each time, getting bigger, and plump between his legs is a big cock, too. How many people think have noticed it, so far?"

My right hand forcefully took his packaged up meat and squeezed it. Maybe he wasn't even hard yet and I had trouble grasping it all. James's had always been big in one spot, now the rest of him was catching up.

He turned around to answer me. "I think it's hidden pretty well in the gym, but you know in the locker room... harder to keep track of everyone's eyes."

"I bet all eye's are on you, in there," I said getting to my knees. I rubbed his balls from behind, kissing the bouncing sack in front of me.

"Some older guys, probably jealous of my muscle," he said rubbing a hand through my hair as I smelled his delicious jock strap musk. He was hardening fast. I didn't know if the pouch would even contain him. "But everyone probably checks out my hung cock."

I yanked down the jockstrap and the thick surprise of James's crotch came at me limply. He was barely hard, and already I feared trying to suck it down. He was licking his lips now looking down at me.

"Do you think this got bigger too?" I asked, pulling at it, letting it swell. God, as it engorged I was amazed. "I think it might've."

"Fuck, maybe it did," he said casually, knowingly watching me slip it in my mouth for the first time. It stiffened further and I inched backwards to get at it easier. His heavy balls swayed as I bobbed on his member, not even trying to take it down. He wasn't too thick for my mouth, but I wanted to work him up before trying to take it all.

"Think it's too big?" he asked coyly. "I know you like 'em big, but fuck even you might not know what to do with it."

"Don't worry," I said lifting the heavy shaft to like the underside. I felt the blood race to the tip as the now totally hard cock swayed before me. "I know a lot of things I can do with it."

I powered down the meaty dick now. I sucked it into my mouth, the head slipping down my throat. Six months was a long time, but James felt right in there. I moved and moved, taking more and more. He had light public hair and I ached to get my nose in it. James had bust as soon as I did that last time, but maybe this time I'd get to see instead of taste the great load he had aching inside him.

There was a lot of porn open on the laptop, but something about him revealed it'd been a while since he'd cum. I glance up over his rippling ads and glistening pecs and he was biting his bottom lip, eyes closed. He brought up his meaty shoulder, flexing dominating traps. I had him somewhere he didn't usually go. Somewhere we'd only gone once before.

"You know you're right," he eked out. Sweat was forming on his thick neck.

"Yeah?" I asked dropping one of his meaty balls into my mouth. My left hand twisted lighting up and down his shaft. To finish him I'd torture him a little. Not squeeze or jerk, just brush. Keep him desperate.

"It got bigger," he answered. "I measure it every time I take new pictures."

"And?" I said stopping to gaze up at him. Even without my touch he was holding his body rigid, his biceps bulging as he gripped the counter and the shower beside him.

"Think you know what to do with eight and a half inches?"

I winked up at him, and breathed deeply. I urged myself down his thick cock, the musk of his body, the intensity of his muscles breathing down on me. I rubbed my nose into his fair hairs and a protracted, stifled gurgle ripped out of his mouth.

I slid back in time to have the first shot of his glorious orgasm cum right onto my face. He gasped and gaped, hunching forward as I jerked out more and more. I closed my eyes now, letting the display of his masculinity rain down on my face. He cried again and again, the huge cock unrelenting with its power.

Maybe seven or eight shots later, I felt the cum drip off my chin as James stared down at me, his body as swollen and tight as when he'd first left the gym.

- - - - -

I tugged at my dick a few more times, letting Jack clean off the cum that was left in my hefty dick. He was doused by me. I was impressed and ashamed, his hair and mouth coated with my release. It'd only been a day or two, but his mouth meeting my body at the end sent me into overdrive. I felt the explosion come from deep inside, just like last time.

"Oh fuck, you're a champ," I said slipping my feet out of the jockstrap. "God."

Jack got up and glanced in the mirror, a little stunned.

"Jesus, you're a cum machine," he said flicking the cum off in large splats. He licked around his mouth tasting it. I was slightly confused and intrigued.

"Taste alright?"

"That protein powder might do something funky to it," he said washing off my cum.

"I hear it's good for your skin when you get a little nut on it," I said stepping behind him and massing his shoulders. "It was certainly good for me."

My large cock swayed into his back side. Jack grinned at me through the mirror and blushed a little bit.

"You swore to me last year that this would never happened again," he said raising an eyebrow.

"I-" I began remembering that terrified conversation after our first exploration. I'd been impressed and scared of what we'd done. It was sudden and unexpected, his mouth on me before I could say yes or no. "I didn't think you'd want to again."

"Well fuck, I didn't think you get so big," he shot.

"You talking about my body or my cock?" I fired back.

"Both, but, don't worry," he said turning around and grabbing my dick one more time. "I would've come back just for this. Eight and a half inches... wow."

"You won't see a lot of those," I said.

"I don't think I'll need to, I've got this one."

There was a certain invitation in the air. I'd said yes tonight with no pressure. I'd cave again and again if he wanted to please me like that. His breezy personality and warm eyes for me were enough already. Now that he was back down on me, taking me in ways no girl ever had before, and even eager for more, there was nothing else left to do but run with it and let his hands stray into my shorts when no one was looking.

 

[gunz15]

Wow! Clear, well-written, sensual, exciting, erectioning--OK, that last one is not a word. But it ought to be. Great story!

 

[deparent]

When are they gunna fuck?

 

[Greatand08]

We'll get there, don't worry

 

[malito]

Awesome is one word I'd ascribe to this story and you as the writer. Well done sir.

 

[Greatand08]

I stepped off the train blinded by the sunshine, looking around. Woven beach bags and expensive sunglasses streamed past me as the train doors slid closed and I meandered down the platform looking out into the parking lot. I checked my phone and couldn't believe it was only 8:15 in the morning. I'd barely been home three hours when I raced out the door to catch a train out from Penn for the Hamptons.

Last night had been exhausting. I wasn't hungover since I'd been supervising some incoming freshman hanging out with some guys on the team, but I was just sore all over with the driest ever ever. The worst problem was probably my cock though, like always. I hadn't even really pursued any girls last night, but I just kept remembering this upcoming weekend and I'd get a little stiff at the bar and by the time I got into bed it was a painful missile coming out of my crotch. It wasn't even sexy, it just hurt.

Jack had been into the city a few more times since we met up at the diner, but he was spending the last week of summer vacation out in the Hamptons with his family, so if I wanted any loving, I had to come to him. I knew I could've called up a few girls if I'd really wanted to blow a load but, one, I hadn't been on vacation all summer so the beach sounded pretty nice, and, two, no girl was gonna do what Jack did. I'd worn some particularly short khaki shorts on the train and the whole time I regretted it because I could feel my curled up seven inches bulging against the left side. Now that my thighs were bigger there was nothing baggy about them and my sausage was completely on display the whole way out. Even walking I was worried I'd get a little bit harder and the head of it would slip out my shorts.

"Hey there hot stuff," I heard as I walked down a row of cars. Jack was standing out the sun roof of a blue jeep, waiting for me with a smile.

"Hey man," I said coming over to the car. He pushed open the door from the inside and we exchanged an awkward hug. I threw my probably under packed bag in the back seat and we took off out of the parking lot.

"I'm surprised you actually got on that train," he said swerving down a road, away from what looked like town.

"Yeah, me too, I got in at 3 last night," I said leaning my head back on the head rest.

"Well, the more time out here the better," he said whipping us around more corners. I'd never driven him before, and I couldn't tell if it was his excitement or just poor driving that was making him act his way. Jack never seemed as eager or even desperate to see me as I was too see him, so this was confusing.

"I have been thinking about this all week," I said feeling my cock get a little harder. Maybe he'd get his lips around my thick shaft before lunch.

"Yeah?" he said raising an eyebrow and looking at me. "Are you excited?"

"You wouldn't fucking believe," I said grabbing his thigh for a second. He blushed a little and we pulled up his driveway. "You might even say I'm about to come out of my pants."

I grabbed his hands and brought it over to my hard bulge, my cock running straight down the leg of my shorts. He squeezed it tentatively, glancing down at it, and at me. "You got somewhere private in mine?"

"Well," he began hesitantly.

Before I knew it his mom was standing at the top of the porch and then coming down to us. I grimaced a moment as I tucked my rocket up under my belt and against my abs. With a dick this big though it could still stick out a shirt though.

"You fucker," I gritted through my teeth looking at Jack as he smiled.

"We are so happy you got our here!" his mom said coming over to my window. I'd barely heard about Jack's mom. I didn't even know her name.

"Aw, well, it just sounded so nice, how could I not?" I answered, trying to be casual.

"Well, Jack will grab your bag and bring it inside. I'm making breakfast right now before the other kids and I head down to the beach."

"Oh... okay," I said registering the words "other kids."

Jack burst into stifled laughter as his mom hopped up the steps into the house. He was probably hoping I'd get my cock out on the way over, the fucker.

"Other kids?" I asked.

"Oh, didn't I mention my cousins were out here?" he said taking my bag and getting out of the car.

"Uh, no, don't think you did," I answered.

"Weird."

"How many of them are there?" I asked.

"Only four," he said.

"And your brother and sister?"

"That's makes six."

"And how old are they?" I asked knowing what the real punchline to the joke was.

"Anywhere between... fifteen and five."

I brought Jack's head into a fierce headlock getting his neck tight between my massive biceps, forcing him into my armpit. I whispered into his ear as we crossed the threshold. "I'm gonna fuck you so raw this weekend, you won't even know what happened."

I reached down and gripped his ass harder than I ever had before. His eyes went wide and he looked panicked for a moment as we moved inside to the delightful screams of children.

- - - - -

"Okay, we'll be back in a couple of hours, I don't have my cell, but there's lunch stuff in the fridge" my mom called through the screen door, chasing after her group. "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"We're sure, mom, thanks," I called to her for the tenth time. I turned to James and said, "I know she just wants more babysitters."

"And I did not come here for that," James said pushing himself back from the table and leaning back, his fingers interlocked, all the muscles of his thick arms flexed, his pecs pulling against the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You didn't?" I asked playfully taking his plate off the table with my own and moving over to the sink.

"Mmmm, not exactly," he said.

I cleaned the dishes, not glancing back at him. His steady, knowing eyes had been boring into me from across the table for the last hour. I was worried that when I went to the bathroom he'd follow me to get it started right then.

"Why did you come then?" I asked, teasing him.

"Relax, escape word," suddenly he scraped his chair away from the table "oh, and, I've got this fucking big ass dick I was told I could shove up the tightest asshole I've ever heard off."

I swung around and James was walking towards me steadily, biting his lip. He cock was obvious in his shorts, the ridge of the head was even visible - dangerously close to the end of them.

"You came here for that?"

"I think you fucking know, I did," he whispered in my ear, bending me over the sick and driving his tremendous bulge into my ass. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

I panted a little at his aggression. James was the dominator in this relationship, but I was the metronome keeping the rhythm, telling him when to start and stop. "A long time? How long?"

"I don't even know," he growled into my ear.

"Since last December?" I asked, referencing our first time together, not just our first time this summer. James didn't answer, but I felt the intimidating pressure of his muscular body against me still. "Since before then?"

"I wasn't expecting it back then, but yeah, it was good, I liked it."

I closed my eyes as James began to grind his big cock into my backside through our shorts... and I remembered those delicate, exciting five minutes so long ago.

- - - - -

"I didn't even know you smoked," I said to James, stepping outside into the cold.

"Only at parties," he said sucking on the beginning of a cigarette. We were waiting for our ride to take us back to campus, and James had come out for a cigarette, and not knowing anyone else in the room, and not wanting to stay any longer than I wanted to I followed him.

We stood silently in the cold for a while. We'd wanted to leave the party a while ago, but our driver was busy with a girl he'd been pursuing. He'd promised us it'd be quick, and I begged him not to derail the satisfaction just on our account.

With a slap of the back door Colin appeared five minutes later, James's cigarette long out. "Hey guys," he said pulling out his own pack. Jesus Christ, can't we smoke in the car, I want to go.

"Finally get it in?" James asked wasting no time.

Colin smiled holing the lighter up to the end of the cigarette. "Oh yeah," he said after his first puff.

"Was it worth it?" James asked. Apparently Colin had been pursuing this girl all semester and she was going abroad, so this was his last chance to bag her, as disgusting as the conquest sounded, acting like the girl was some sort of prize.

"When did you fuck her?" Colin asked past me to James. James and Colin had an uncomfortable history of fucking the same girls. They talked about it casually when I thought that most people wouldn't feel so normal comparing how it felt to stick their dicks in another person. But that's just me.

"Today's Thursday?" James asked. I nodded. "Then Saturday night."

"Fuck me then, man, five whole days and she was still loose," James and I said nothing. Colin was going to continue with or without an audience. "I mean, I get down there with my fingers, and I'm like, okay, she's not a virgin this is okay. And I'm slipping inside and it's whatever, but, like, I could just tell. I could tell some big ass guy had been down there, and she liked it - like I made up for lost ground, but I thought I was gonna get lost in there for a while. You really know how to tear them open, man."

James smiled looking down into the snow. "Sorry man, I'm not trying." He was proud of himself.

"Yeah, well not all of us have a huge dick, so don't fucking break anything for the rest of us, okay?" he asked laughing. He threw his cigarette into the snow, and went back inside with a slam of the door. Where the fuck is he going, I wondered.

James chuckled softly once he was gone. "That was interesting," I said.

"Yeah, Colin's complained about that before," he said.

"Really?" I asked. "Is he always sloshing around in your sloppy seconds?"

James laughed hard at that. "He needs to give it more time."

"Why?" I asked.

James looked at me sort of confused and amused. "So they tighten back up."

I rolled my eyes. "Every guy thinks his dick is like some asteroid raining down destruction on a girl's vagina. Babies pass through those things. They're made to expand and contract, I bet Colin's just particularly poor in bed, and couldn't find his dick's way into a cave."

James was coughing at this assessment of Colin's fucking. He was blushing and said, "yeah, but a big one can still fuck 'em up good."

"I bet I've seen bigger, champ," I said antagonizing James. James and I at this point had a very frank relationship about his and my sex life. He knew that I only dated girls, but had been on a boy bender since getting to college. He'd gotten his own share of uncomfortable details about guys' dicks.

"Eh, maybe not," he said throwing me a shy smile. James had hinted at his big dick before, but never broached it seriously.

"Are you really saying you're that hung?" I asked with a mask of audacity hiding a very genuine shell of curiosity. James wasn't big and muscly yet, but he was sweet and more complex than even he knew. I'd caught myself a couple times thinking about dating him.

James looked down and then up at me, "I'd say it's pretty big."

"How big is that?" I said, my heart racing a little. I was trying to be calm, but the prospect of a hung James was too much.

"I don't know, I don't measure."

"Such bullshit," I spat. "Every guy knows the exact dimensions of his dick, you're so full of shit."

James chuckled and threw out a whatever.

"I bet I've seen bigger," I contested again. "If you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen - and I've seen my fair share - then I'll get down right here and suck it."

What part of my brain said that, I'll never know. It flew out of my mouth with the abrasives and dramatic intensity that my interactions with James were coded with, but truly, inside me, I wanted to see his dick, even if it wasn't the biggest I knew.

"Really?" James said with cocked eyebrows. "Don't think you want to take that bet."

I stepped up with a passion. "You pull out your dick and I'll suck it if you're actually that hung."

James just rolled his eyes and laughed at me softly. Colin would probably come out any second and this whole game would be ruined. My one opportunity was tonight, and just like Colin I was desperate for it. James's start to walk away from me and I grabbed around him, my hands finding the top of his thighs. I raced them up, brushing bare skin above his belt.

"I'm serious," I said stepping into him, feeling my hand down his crotch. James paused, unsure, wavering. I looked at him closely as he turned back around, "I'm serious."

James was paused with a look of surprise and consideration. He didn't think I was serious - fuck, I didn't. And now I was poised with hands inches away from his cock, ready to see it. We stood frozen in the cold for a beat and with a sort of "you'll-regret-this" and "it's-your-funeral" non-interest he said "alright, go for it." He was taunting me.

I yanked him by the jacket away from the back door and over to the side yard. I reached under the bottom of it to get at his fly, struggling to maneuver it with my cold hands. James was constantly looking around as I bent down further to do it.

"Hurry up," he said with impatience and a touch of fear. "Come on."

I got the fly down and pulled James's cock out. I stood up and looked at him in shock.

“I-” I stuttered out.

“What? Did you think I was lying?” he asked aggressively, glancing around.

“How big is that?” I asked looking down at the pale, long, impressive member between us.

“A little over eight inches when it’s hard,” he said matter-of-factly. “What’s the biggest you’ve seen?”

I racked my brain for the four other dicks I’d seen in my life. I don’t know why I’d talked such a big game. I wasn’t some dick master, I usually just made out with a guy in the corner of a party. I didn’t know how big everyone’s dick was. “I think seven, maybe?”

James chuckled and looked at me like ‘you poor idiot.’

“You thought that was hung?” he asked condescendingly.

“It was - I did,” I defended quietly. Holy shit. Eight inches.

“So I guess you’re gonna suck it,” he said like ‘that’s what you asked for, sorry sucker.’

“Oh I -” I hesitated. Not because it felt wrong. I could blow James right now I could, but really, could I? Eight is big. Bigger than I know I didn’t know that I could get down that. Shit.

“Suck it or put it away, but I’m getting hard and Colin’s gonna be back any minute so you’ll have to be quick.”

“Don’t-” I began in a rush. Before I knew it I was on my knees. James had beat himself hard. It was terrifying know. His giant cock looming over me. “Don’t like face fuck me or anything just.”

Without looking down James commanded me, “go.”

 

[Mr_Mass]

Wow...keep this going!

 

[malito]

please keep going.

 

[matticus201]

Awesome story, and really good writing!

 

[Pepijn]

Very good. Love This!

 

[Greatand08]

I will never claim to have known what I was doing at that moment. All I knew was that I was about to suck a bigger dick than I ever had before in my life, and we were pressed for time. I just started to suck it. No jacking it offing, no playing with the balls, no even licking it up. I dove straight down onto it, struggling to just the thick girth down my throat.

I glanced up and James had his eyes and ears trained on the corner of the house where Colin might show up at any moment. I guess I was nervous about that, shit, I should've been nervous about that. I was hardly out to most of the people here and James was well - straight, so the site of his long, hard cock down my throat would certainly cause some problems.

I strained and gagged, getting maybe 6 inches down his cock. There were no signs he was gonna cum any time soon. I willed my way down towards his pubes.

"Colin's gonna be out here soon, we gotta go," he said gripping his underwear below my face like he was about to rip away this pleasure from me.

The sudden urgency and fear of my opportunity with James, which like Colin's chance tonight was fleeting and probably once in a lifetime, soaring past me unfulfilled pushed me down his dick. I sunk into, conquering those last two inches until my hot breath warmed up his balls and my nose dug into his pubes. With a noise somewhere between a gut punch and a shock of surprise James shot a load straight down my throat.

- - - - -

'fuck fuck fuck fuck' I slurred out feeling my balls churn another and another shot down Jack's throat. No one had ever come close to deep throating me. I'd sort of prided myself on having an unconquerable dick. Shit, shit, shit, my dick ached as it slid out of Jack's impressive, talented mouth.

As he got up and I flopped my still wet, mostly hard cock into my jeans, the back door slammed shut again and Colin called around for us. I looked over at Jack who was panting and probably nursing a sore throat from shoving mine so far down it. He wiped around his mouth for cum, but found none. On top of chugging eight inches of cock in a minute he didn't like a single drop of cum slip out of his mouth. I could almost see my hot seed work its way down his body.

"You're good, are you sure that was your first time with a hung dude?" I said with a sigh. "I could use another cigarette."

I smiled at Jack, feeling like both his commander and his close buddy. We'd done this thing now. It was sudden, unromantic, and delicious, but not bad at all. I guess it was too early for me to feel shame because I just felt like I was glowing with the deep satisfaction of what we'd - or rather he'd done.

As we met up with Colin I pulled Jack into me and whispered, "I might let you do that again sometime, man."

We rolled away in the car and the warm satisfaction persisted, washing over me with the smug satisfaction that one, I'd gotten my dick blown and two, that in the process Jack's hot breath had warmed up my pubes if even just for a moment, proving to me that he was capable of a lot, lot more than I thought.

 

[bigboy133]

What a hot story - had a huge rager throughout! Can't wait for the anal part

 

[Greatand08]

I ground my hard bulge into Jack’s ass a little harder, squeezing him against the counter.

“You think you’re ready for this?” I growled in his ear as he writhed under me.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he said surely and passionately.

“I’m not sure you’ve ever been fucked by someone so big, so we’ll find out.”

“God, I hope so. I’ve been dreaming about finding a big dick one day,” he said. “I’ve tried a couple of dildos before, but nothing replaces a big thick one just railing you hard and long and fast.”

“I’ve got all those skills, don’t worry,” I continued reaching down to unzip my pants. I’d fuck him right here, staring out at the ocean. Fine by me.

“You know, I was at the bar the other night,” he said turning around and grabbing my hands. He slipped on of his own down my shorts instead, grabbing my hard shaft and the pre-cum poured down my leg. “And this guy was hitting on me saying he was hung and I laughed at him, to his face even.

“And he said, ‘trust me, you’ve never seen one like this,’ and I said ‘oh buddy, don’t worry, I know a big dick.’ It’s on this big, muscular beef cake I know. He’s got blonde hair, he’s six foot two, broad as a house, thick arms and tight abs, he’s a fucking adonis honestly. And then hanging between his legs is this python slithering out, begging for attention.”

I nearly came as Jack moved in closer and whispered this in my ear. His hands were slipping up and down my cock, the mere friction driving me insane, pumping the blood so hard in my ears I could barely hear his dirty talk. I’d always liked when a girl let me know how hung I was, how much bigger than her ex-boyfriend I was, how much deeper I was going inside her, how hard it was to walk the next morning but this - god this was something else. My new body opened up a new world of attention. A hand swam around my torso, feeling the ridges of obliques and abs hidden under my shirt.

“And I was a little drunk, okay I was pretty drunk so I kept going and said, ‘and I promise you this boy, this man, the fucking machine he can take this big fat dick of his and pound and pound and rip me apart until I can’t move anymore, until I can’t breathe, until I can’t remember my name, how I got there, how I lived before him, how I’ll live after this thick, massive, devastating cock inside me all the time.”

“Fuck fuck, fuck,” I said feeling a wave of tension pass up my body like a vertical steam roller running over my muscles, knocking me sideways and blurring my vision for a moment.

“Don’t worry big boy, you’re not done just yet,” Jack said whispering into my ear, reminding me the earth was still present, my life was still in this kitchen, desperate, begging, pleading for Jack’s attention, his warm breath, his tight hands, his beautiful, beautiful body...

Somehow this explosion of existence hadn’t forced cum out of me, and Jack took me by the hand and lead me upstairs to where I prayed we’d enter a temple of his body.

- - - -

I think a dog in heat would’ve had more control than James did as we came up the stairs. I’d held my body at arm’s reach for so long that he might explode if he didn’t get to finally have it tonight after all my promises.

His cock was out and throbbing by the time I turned around in my bedroom. He ripped my shirt off for me and we were pressed against the wall of windows before I knew it, his hands not reaching to force me down or feel him up, but to give him my mouth. To grab my face and kiss it hard and long, carnally, physically. I was shocked at generous in my surprise.

“I’m so fucking ready,” he said madly kissing down my neck.

“How do you wanna fuck me?” I asked as his hands began sliding down my shorts, eager to get inside. James had never cared about my dick. So far as I knew he might still fuck me with my shorts on tonight. He was demonstrating levels of true intimacy I’d never even considered.

“I wanna watch you fucking squirm,” he said. “I want to see your face when I slide the biggest cock of your life in your little - holy shit.”

“What?” I said frightened. Was my mom back from the beach, staring at our bodies pressed up against the sliding glass doors overlooking the beach. Was James suddenly realizing what was about to happen, regretting it already. I prepared for disaster.

“Are you-” he stuttered. “Are you bigger than me?”

James looked at me with genuine surprise, eyebrows raised. Since he’d never gone downtown before he’d never known, but I was just as hung as he was.

“Oh - that,” I said lightly, nearly laughing. “Yeah, it’s pretty big.”

“I think it’s bigger than mine,” he said as I stepped out of my shorts, jerking my long dick to erection. James was fiercely pointing away from his and with slowness and gentleness he took my own member and started to beat it for me.

“You’re definitely bigger than me,” he said gasping in shock. He was floored, maybe demoralized? Maybe he felt ashamed? Did I just ruin it with my cock? He was so used to getting me on my knees, making me oblige and worship him? Was the power dynamic ruined?

“I’m always under nine on my best day, we’re twins,” I said grabbing down and jerking off my cock with him, our hands in sync, before I took his dick and felt the passionate heat off of it and he let go of me entirely. “I could never beat you, stud.”

“That’s amazing,” he said not able to stop staring at it. “You’re hung as shit.”

“Never seen one that matches up before?”

“In porn! but not, not on a guy, this is crazy,” he said with glee, with some crazed enthusiasm. “You’re a horse. You’re a fucking horse. God. Yes.”

“You like it?” I said egging him on. I was gonna lead him to like it, even if he wasn’t sure.

“Like it?” he said staring at me with crazed eyes. “I might let you fuck me with that thing.”

In a rush of mind and body James had me on the bed, as he dove for his shorts again. He came out with a shiny gold condom and slipped it over his beat red cock head that was overflowing with cum. He pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. My legs were thrown up against his muscular frame.

“So can I go right in or what?” he asked spitting into his hand and lubing up his cock.

“I mean, I’ve been practicing, but maybe go slow.”

“I thought you wanted to walk like your back was broken tomorrow,” he asked as the muscles in his pecs tensed, and the sheer force of his body dawned upon me all at once.

I simply closed my eyes and arched my back, letting the master do his work, and I got to feel a bliss I’d dreamed of one winter ago.

- - - -

My ego and my desire forced my thick head right into Jack’s ass like it was a guided missile. I sunk into it, his chest arching upwards and his arms spreading wide, desperate as I crashed into him. His voice caught and vanished as I started a slow pump into him, trying to inch all of me inside of him. He opened his eyes for a moment and took me in with awe and terror, like he knew what greatness was coming and that it might be so good he’d never want it to end.

I gripped his sides hard and pulled him onto my cock until I was fully submerged and buried inside him. And it wasn’t until I came out to begin the true fucking that I gasped myself, the tightness, the intensity of his body hitting me. He was a true perfect fit letting my cock suffer and delight in the muscles inside without breaking me, worrying me. I pulled a little out with a loud sigh, scared and excited for the rest of the night.

“Was that okay?” I said pulling out entirely, wielding my cock above him.

He relaxed a moment and dropped his typically smarmy attitude for a moment.

“Oh shit, it’s really big,” he got out weakly. “God.”

With a grin I slid back into him, letting my wide berth transform his hole. I rode him hard and fast, with relentless furor and fever. I was sure over and over again that it was over and that I was gonna unload inside him. But I loved it so badly, and wanted it to last so hard I kept pumping in and out without blowing, with a rythmn and a purpose that twisted Jack beneath me. Begging and pleading, loving and hating me.

“It’s so big, oh god, I didn’t realize.”

“Jesus, jesus, you’re so fucking deep.”

“I feel so much of it, god god god.”

“James, James, James,” he panted again and again with breathlessness, like a prayer, like a last hope for salvation.

Jack’s cock rocked violently in front of me unattended. His hands were either tied up in the sheets or grasping at my thick frame. I began a slow, flowing fuck and took his cock, wet with pre-cum and jerked it off.

- - - -

I truly felt my eyes roll back into my head when James’s hand circled around my cock.

I had every nerve ending in my body pleading and rejoicing with the constant thunderous thumping of his jumbo cock and now a new bolt of lightning was coming down, reaching deep into me and begging to pull everything I had out of me. I was maybe screaming, maybe silent, but my mouth was agape as he began jerking me off.

James’s beautiful frame flashed in front of me. He was truly a work of art. With shoulders that dove into sumptuous, giving pectorals. Arms that caught the light at every angle they were so mountainous and unforgiving. Even thick, tender forearms, flashing with veins as he moved up and down my rock hard shaft without abandon. I followed the line of his obliques away from a devastating epicenter of his cock and the abs swelled and glistened with each thrust, giving me reminders of perfection and divinity. His body was an act of god, a gift from the universe, an anomaly and a miracle.

He hands around my cock passed me into a feverish high where I didn’t know how much I was going to cum until in a split second the choir of angels cut in and I announced with a scream, “FUCk, fUCk”

The eruption was so jarring I was sent flying, hips bucking, body swirling in delight. James stopped fucking me for a moment and again and again I gasped, daring to shoot again and again, my cum falling down anywhere our love could propel it.

- - - -

As Jack’s cock exploded onto my pecs, my cheeks, the bed frame, and his own hair I knew there was only a few moments before I was due to rock him with my own display.

“It’s coming, it’s coming,” I said rocking the bed into the wall, the crashing of it setting the tribal beat for the primitive groans I was about to unleash.

“All over me, god, all over me, you know I love that,” he begged with the only clarity of the session.

I felt every vein pop out of my biceps and chest and abs and cock as fire spinning down and out of my rod got me out of Jack’s ass within seconds of his desperate plea, and the condom was long forgotten as I gripped his frame tighter than ever before and screamed with ecstasy, exploding on him.

I pleaded with the high heavens to never let the feeling stop and pump after pump, shot after shot, I felt liquid bliss come out of me, raining down on this fine, giving, handsome creature. My body lurched forward, all that time spent honing and carving it unable to prepare me for such a total surrender to this mind blowing revival of pleasure.

- - - -

I wasn’t sure who took the first breath once it was done, but air felt like a drug rushing to my brain, and the site of James lumbering over me, every part of me doused in his creation, was the best hit of all, rushing through my veins like nothing else before.

 

[Jacksson2]

That was amazing.....it was like I was actually watching these two hot studs fuck...

 

[Mr_Mass]

Absolutely epic writing!

 

[Pepijn]

Perfect!

 

[gunz15]

One of the most awesomely awesomest stories filled with awesomeness . . . well, you get the idea. Thanks for writing it!

 

[Greatand08]

I sat up in bed and looked down on James’s wide frame, sprawled next to me. He’d fucked me hard for the fourth time this weekend, fuck - just today. My ass was still sore even after a lovely nap with his hard, warm body beside me.

He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at me. “Was that good?” he asked.

“What do you think?” I asked

He pushed himself up with his round arms and grinned. “I think you don’t typically cum that fast if it’s bad.”

I smiled, not giving him the full pleasure of thinking he’d fucked me that well. He had, but I needed to keep something to myself.

I checked my phone and then James asked, “so, are we gonna do this at school?”

I looked down at him, confused. I hadn’t thought about it. School started the following Thursday. I certainly loved getting railed by James, but at school he had girls to attend to. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it. Do you want to?”

James hesitated. Clearly he’d thought about this. “I mean, yeah, you’re the best partner I’ve ever had, and it’d be nice to have the option open.”

A younger version of me might’ve been insulted by the idea that I was just a booty call, but I needed James’s tight body and thick dick, not his personality per se. “Oh, yeah, like if you’re free and I’m free we could hook up?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” he nodded along. “You wouldn’t stop seeing other people right?”

I laughed. “No, of course not. We’re not exclusive. I mean - you’re still gonna fuck girls right?”

James chuckled. “I don’t think I could stop if I tried. I just didn’t want you to like think this was a thing and you couldn’t like, find other dudes, and this is cool I just-”

“James, we’re now friends with benefits that’s all,” I said smoothing over his attempt.

“Good, good,” he said. “I do like you though. As a friend. You’re a good guy.”

I took in James’s soft, still cute face. It was full of honesty and genuine emotion. He didn’t want to make me another slam piece. He wanted to respect me. Even if it was just because I could deep throat him, I thought it was endearing.

“Thanks tiger,” I said playfully. “And you can still tell me about all the chicks you fuck.”
- - - -

“We’re gonna tan?” I asked Jack.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m not as bronzed as I’d like to be and... as much as I like how the sun glistens off of every one of your muscles when you’re fucking me, maybe you can aim for like a slightly cooked chicken instead of a mayonnaise complexion.

“I don’t really like tanning though, all I do is burn, and you just sit there forever.”

“Well, that’s for chumps,” he said reaching into the medicine cabinet. I’d followed him into the bathroom after we’d woken up from an afternoon post-fucking nap. “Stand up.”

I obligingly stood up.

“Honestly, how is it so big soft?” Jack said sighing, looking down at my cock which was notoriously long when it was still flaccid. He held out a bottle and sprayed me down with it. I coughed on the fumes from it.

“Sunscreen?” I asked, turning around so he could get my back.

“Tanning oil,” he announced, rubbing it into my back. “Just was the stuff you use. Except now it’ll get you brown.”

The cold film across my body felt sticky and uncomfortable, but his hands wrapped down around my legs and that felt pretty nice. “Alright then, I’ll get my shorts. Are we doing this on the balcony?”

I was standing in the bedroom, when Jack came out and said, “Actually, don’t wear your shorts. I’ve got a gift for you. Look in the top drawer of my dresser.”

He stepped back to the mirror and started spraying himself. I looked through the drawer and found only socks until one bright white slip of fabric fell from underneath it all. I held it up and it was about three inches long and allegedly seemed to be underwear.

“Are you serious?” I asked Jack, holding up the underwear.

“Oh wait, hold on,” he said coming out and grabbing them. He ran them under the faucet in the sink and handed them back to me soaking wet.

“Why did you just,” I asked before realizing that he didn’t want the image of my plump cock to disappear behind the fabric. This was a nice way for us to be indecently exposed behind the veil of clothing.

“Get it on,” he said closing the door to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

I stood in front of his full length mirror and slipped up the underwear. It was smooth and stretchy like a spandex silk. It slipped over my bulging thighs, and I cradled my balls and dick into the crotch, where they barely fit. I stared in the mirror and the discomfort from the bulge and the awkward fit around my thick ass made me pull them down further. My package sagged more comfortably in the underwear now, my weighty balls and prominent dick laying across the front of it. The very tops of my pubes were whispering out from the top of the waistband. I sized myself up in them, and fuck, did I look good.

“Jack?” a girl asked, opening the door to the room.

I spun around, stunned, confused. I covered my crotch. I sat down on the bed.

“Sorry, I’m James. Jack is in the bathroom.”

The girl had already mostly closed the door after flushing bright red. “Oh, sorry - I’m, I’m the babysitter. His mom told me he had the money for today. I’m taking the kids to the movies.”

“Oh,” I said panicked, nervous. I didn’t need Jack to walk out on this scene right now. Probably naked and oiled up. “It’s over here,” I said going to Jack’s bedside table where he’d drop the wad of cash this morning in the flurry of our clothing.

I tried not to strut as my body, cascading with light from the windows and the oil, must have shocked the poor girl standing outside. I grabbed the money and it slipped from my hands. Fucking tanning oil.

I bent over and felt even more ashamed. This ass that I’d played hockey with for years. That broke underwear. That sheered jeans. This succulent, fat ass of mine was now straining the white, wet underwear I was in. I even felt my balls press against the fabric as I reached for the cash.

I walked over to the door, watching her eyes traces my curved pecs, my dense arms, my abs as they meandered down my lean frame to a light treasure trail and the peak of my impressive bulge.

“Thanks,” she said nervously, shutting the door.

I felt hot and trashy after that, and as Jack opened the door from the bathroom I let out a ‘holy shit.’

“Do I look that good?” Jack asked. He was wearing the same underwear as me except they were in a more creme color. He cock was also soaked through the fabric.

“No, the babysitter just walked in,” I said.


“Oh - shit,” he said, eyes going wide. “What were you doing?”

“Fucking standing here oiled up in wet underwear,” I hissed at him.

He breathed sharply through his teeth. “Well... was she cute?”

“Was she cute?” I spat back.

“I’ve seen the girls my mom hires. They’re never ugly.”

“Jack, I don’t care about girls right now,” I said, exhausted.

“No, I mean like, now that she’s seen that maybe she’d be interested. You could hook up with her or-”

“I don’t want to fuck any girls right now!” I shouted.

The sentence drifted between us, with both the understanding in context and out of context mingling with our brains. I want to fuck girls - I love fucking girls - I’m great at fucking girls. But right now, right now as in standing here, I don’t care about fucking girls. I just want to make sure I’m not a total asshole, and Jack’s mom is gonna ring me up asking why I was oiled up in her son’s bedroom. Fucking Jack is good, fuck it’s amazing, but girls are not important right now it’s -

“Well, okay, then,” Jack cut me off from my spiral of self examination. “Let’s tan.”

“Good,” I said breathing out that moment of panic and discomfort.

“And by the way. I don’t want to fuck girls right now, either,” Jack said slipping a hand across the abs, brushing against that dangerous zone right above my cock. A shiver ran up my spine and I stepped out into the warm sun, tantalized and lost.

- - - -

An hour later, after some tanning, and a lot of fooling around and deciding that we shouldn’t waste any cum on another blowjob, Jack and I were heading into town in his jeep.

“Where are we going again?” I asked, the wind rushing through the car, flapping Jack’s red button down wide open, and pushing back my blonde hair.

“To the antique store,” he said.

I lolled my eyes. Antiques. Great.

“Why?”

“My mom wants me to pick something up,” he said taking a turn with the same lack of caution that I’d seen the first day. “And I’m gonna meet up with my guy.”

Now Jack was texting and driving. “Who is this guy?” I asked.

“His name’s Nathan. We’ve been fucking a little during the summer. He goes to school with us actually, year below us.”

I cocked my head swiftly at this. I didn’t know about Jack fucking anyone else. He’d never mentioned anyone else. He’d just said that life out at the Hamptons was boring as shit sometimes, and he wished I was around for some fun times. I was miffed and confused.

“You’ve been fucking some other guy?”

“Yeah,” Jack said tossing the phone between his legs at a red light. “Since July 4th.”

July 4th pre-date out original rendez-vous at my apartment. I guess that was acceptable.

“So he works at an antique store?” I asked.

“His mom and aunts all run it. I think he’s an art history major or something, but maybe that’s just because he knows about the stuff.”

We stopped and started out way down the congested main street. With the windows open I didn’t want to keep this conversation going, discussing the guy Jack was fucking. I racked my brains for any Nathans and while I few dudes came to mind, none clearly. A year younger than us, art history major. I imagined someone tall, thin, dressed in large flannels and distinct glasses. Someone who might genuinely like hipster things, but still seemed like a smarmy little dick about it. I already didn’t like this Nathan character, he probably just got his dick sucked by Jack and then Jack rolled over and let him fuck him. Little guys like that only ‘made love’. They don’t know how to fuck. How to pound. How to show someone like Jack what eight and a half inches are for. Probably has a small dick, too.

“Here we go,” Jack said turning down a short side street. The store looked like an old home, with a bare wooden porch running across the front and a low, wide front door to get inside. It was in it of itself an antique I guessed.

We both ducked inside and Jack went up to the counter and talked to a woman who looked as cheery and uninteresting as his own mom. The inside of the store was more unvarnished wood. Dresser, coffee tables, wicker chairs, coat racks, signs reading “Home, Sweet Home,” and various mini statues of cats and owls lining the tops of mantle pieces. It was dusty and dim inside. What a shitty store.

“Nathan will bring that out front to you,” the woman said as Jack met back up with me and we walked back onto the porch.

He swung the door of the trunk open and scrambled inside to lower the back seats.

“Jack?” someone called, coming around the corner of the store.

To say I was shocked in an understatement. I was mostly pissed.

The guy who came out had an entire wooden, chunky nightstand resting on one of his shoulders, which was firm and impressive. He had a grey tank top on, which clung to his dirty, sweaty body, his pecs stretching out the front of it. His arms were massive and muscled, matching the thick upper body he displayed all around.

“Hey Nate,” Jack said slipping off his sunglasses. This was the art history major?

“Here you go,” Nathan said slipping the nightstand into the trunk without even a single pant.

“Thanks man,” Jack said smiling at him with warmth and some giddiness.

“How’re you doing?” Nathan asked pulling up his shirt to wipe of his face which was kind of square and with a wash of stubble I’d never manage. Below the tank top was a wide, thick frame with unmistakeable abs. Nathan was shorter than Jack and I, but he was a house.

“Fine, getting ready for school,” Jack said lightly. “Oh, this is James.”

I stepped forward and tried to use my grip strength and height to intimidate Nathan, who responded with a firm shake that made me even madder. He planted his hand on the side of the car right next to Jack, his thick arm bulging between them.

“Are you on the hockey team?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah,” I said. In a fit of determination I added, “I’m the captain.”

“Cool,” he said. “I’m friends with Mikey and Don.”

“Cool, cool,” I said mentally making sure to check the gayness of those two team members.

“So when are you heading up?” he asked Jack.

“I think Tuesday,” he said with a quiet, even shy voice. He liked this guy. A lot.

“Yeah, I’m going up on Monday, so I’ll be around.”

“You can help me move in,” Jack offered.

“Yeah,” Nathan said, betraying a smile. “I’d love to help you out.”

“Great,” Jack said smiling and standing up properly. “Alright, we gotta go, but I’ll see you up there.”

“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night?” Nathan offered.

“Only if you want to,” Jack said.

“I’d love to,” Nathan re-iterated. He swaggered away from the car and we stepped inside, Jack still a little flushed.

I glanced down at his shorts where his long member was pulling against the khaki shorts.

“You are hard as shit, right now,” I said.

“Fuck, I’m gonna need you to fuck me so hard the second we get home,” Jack said grabbing his cock. Giving in a shake. “I don’t know how horny you still are, but I need to just get that out of me.”

“I mean, I don’t know what kind of a man Nathan is, but four times in a day is really just starters for me.” I said cockily.

I leaned across the console and kissed Jack firmly, grabbing his cock, letting it pulse beneath me as I sunk our faces together. Letting his mind remember that I was the strapping, hunky man in front of him, and that Nathan was nothing but a boy behind us.