My Quarantine Get In Shape Plan

[Dream Big]

A discreet knock gave me the chance to pull my shorts back up as another security guard popped his head in. “Martha, you need to see this,” the man said.

“I’ll be right back. If this is some sort of prank...”

Oh well, it kind of was....but I’d had my fun, and realized I may have done something really stupid. Luckily, she was back in a flash.

“Okay, sir,” she said. “looks like we were misled. My apologies, but I had to verify you weren’t stealing.”

“I understand,” I said. “But you’re lucky I’m the forgiving type. If you’d called the cops on me for having done nothing but adjust myself discreetly, I’d probably have sued.”

her eyes narrowed and she leaned in to whisper.

“And if you’d gone any further, I’d call it in as indecent exposure.” Guess she was tougher than I gave her credit for. “A word of friendly advice: don’t let your ...luck...write checks you can’t back. You’re not the first big boy I’ve had to search. Just between us, I’ve seen bigger. But I gotta collect my kids, so like I said: you got lucky.”


Duly chagrined, I finished my shopping quickly, but when I got to the front, the line clerks were super attentive. Surely word hadn’t got round that fast? Judging my where Hunter the Cashier Associate was looking, maybe it had.



The trunk was filled and I was glad I’d sprung for the fancy cold bag — and I realized I’d probably need to hit the big warehouse store soon too. I pulled through the nearest drive through and ordered as healthy as I could, desperate to fill my belly now. Three grilled chicken sandwiches, no sauce or mayo, extra lettuce & tomato. Unsweetened iced tea.

I inhaled it.


When I got home, I did feel better. I opened the door and yelled for Sebastian to come help, and got the treat of watching him carry in a load of groceries.

“Damn, is that all?”

“Yeah, the other bags are new clothes. I had to trade up a size.”

He turned away, but I caught his ears reddening a bit. he was suddenly quite interested in organizing the freezer. “Huh,” he said, carefully neutral.

“Well, two, actually.”

oh, yes, I had him. The poor boy almost certainly popped wood, and now he couldn’t turn around without embarassing himself.

“So you are what, XL?” He said quietly.

“Nope! Double x!”

“Ffffff...”

“What?” I teased. “Funny thing, though, the security guard thought I was shoplifting. Turns out I just really needed new shorts. I never thought having a big package would be so much trouble,” I said, with all the innocence I could manage.

“Hah! Well, you can finish this, I gotta go pee,” he said, then spun around to dash past me.

Not before I saw the tented outline of his own pecker, though,

 

[George_Pantelis]

Great going - loving the build

 

[Dream Big]

The afternoon passed slowly, and it was obvious that Sebastian was avoiding me. I was torn between finding it cute that he was embarrassed and turned on, and finding it annoying and awkward that the one other person I actually got to interact with regularly was not present.

It was stupid, right? I mean, he would definitely get over it. Just needed some time.

Meanwhile, I buried myself with the laundry and some other chores. By mutual agreement, we pretty much did most of our own laundry separately— though we got in the habit of tossing our sweaty post workout stuff into a small laundry basket in the laundry room, and just doing a load every couple of days to keep it from smelling too much like a locker room. Since I had bought some new workout gear — all of it cheap and disposable — I popped the tags and threw it all in with the last couple of days worth of sweaty gym clothes. Then I did some chores, poked around on the Internet for an hour or so, found a new recipe to try, threw some chicken into the crockpot for dinner, and set up the rice cooker on a timer. I would just need to steam the veggies later. Modern technology made cooking so easy sometimes. Still, I was bored and a little lonely.

Still no Sebastian, just a closed door and the sound of his video game in the background. Fine, two can play that game...game, yeah that was an idea. Honestly, it was nice to get a break from the routine, and I spent the next hour being an annoying goose terrorizing a small village. I didn’t think once about Sebastian, nor about how drastically my body had changed.

When it was time for dinner, I knocked on the door, and Sebastian answered that he’d be down in a bit.

“This is pretty good,” he said as we tucked into the meal.

“Found it on the Internet, one of those meal plan sites. Geared for muscle heads, but it sounded like it actually had flavor.”

“Yeah. Chicken, rice, and veggies gets old after a while. But these spices remind me of my aunts cooking.”

“You don’t talk much about your family,” I said.

“A bunch of crazy Greeks on that side, with a few Italians, lots of shouting, too much religion. I miss my cousins, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my aunt and uncle raised me, really. I was kind of a surprise from a one night stand, and my mom was useless. Don’t know my dad at all, but apparently he was a party boy from out west. So the crazy Greeks got me, which was okay, but they’re pretty religious and it only got worse as they got older. We don’t talk much anymore.” He seemed sad.

Wow, that was the most I’d heard from him about his family. I hesitated to ask more.

“Huh. You are not religious, I take it?”

“Not at all. Never have been. I mean, I went through the motions but never connected. Plus, you know, those traditional religions kinda suck.” I stared at him until he caught my eye.

“Any reason in particular?”

“Um...well, we haven’t talked about it, but....fuck, I’m bisexual. Mostly.”

“And they kicked you out?”

“No. worse, they tried to help me for about six months after I got caught fooling around with a boy from my high school. Then it was the disappointment and judgement. College was a relief because it got me out of there.”

“Sports medicine?”

“Hell no, this whole trainer thing was a side hustle. History and international relations. Even got into grad school for it, but the money wasn’t there to keep paying for it. um. I hope that doesn’t change anything...”

“Why would it? You may not have noticed but I’m gay, too.”

“Really?” Shit, he really hadn’t noticed? His guileless expression made that clear. “I ...I guess I suspected. But I didn’t really think about it much before.”

I wasn’t sure hoe to take that. I raised an eye brow.

He blushed. Man, he was cute when he blushed.

“Wait, that came out wrong! I mean, I was never into anyone older than me, and I just figured you were the same.”

“Plus, I was out of shape, and you had your fill of hot guys — sorry, and girls — at the gym, right?”

“Hey, I’m not that shallow. And I don’t pee in the pool, you know? The gym I worked for would fire you for shenanigans between staff and clients. But yeah, I guess I was into bigger guys, and I wanted to be like that. I started being a bit of a gym rat in middle and high school, but in college I really toned up and boy does that get you laid.”

“So I have heard,” I smiled.

“Probably too much, honestly. I kind of let it distract me from doing what I needed to get into grad school right away and missed out on the window. So I wiped up and Had what I thought was a good steady girl, only she must have been about a year behind me on the maturity scale. It wasn’t much fun being on the receiving end of that whole sleeping around thing.“ he food around on his plate thoughtfully.

“So, you *are* gay. Is that why you took me in?”

Fuck.

“ummm, it may have been a factor, but it wasn’t the main reason. I mean, I wasn’t —“ I stammered. “I didn’t really have any ulterior motives.”

“I am just teasing, man. If I thought you were a creep, I would never have helped you and I sure wouldn’t have moved in, no matter how desperate. But you were just Terry from the mailbox who wanted to tone up. Mutually beneficial.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“But.”

Oh shit.

“..that was then. You weren’t my type and I didn’t think you had any interest in me, just a nice guy type. Older brother vibe.”

“....and now?”

“Now?” He took a deep breath. “I think the situation may have changed.”

“Because?”

“Because have you looked at yourself? I’ve never seen anyone take to this workout plan like you. At least not without juicing or devolving into a meat head. You have no idea how many guys I’ve dealt with who seemed to go from cute to hot to lunkhead in a few months. That bro culture bullshit has limited appeal, you know? It’s hot for a very short while, and then those jersey shore wannabe douche canoes lose all appeal. Brains and maturity last longer. I had to learn that the hard way.”

Shit, I felt so shallow. I had been shamefully and shamelessly ogling the hottie at the mailbox, and discovered he had some depth...but I wasn’t prepared for him to be like this.

“I don’t know how to reply to that,” I said honestly.

“Look, if this changes anything, I’m sorry and I will pack up and find someplace else, but i have spent the last few months helping you build a body that I like a lot. But I already kind of liked you, just wasn’t .., attracted I guess, until I got to know you. So I am saying that I liked you, but now you also turn my crank.”

shit, that turned mine, too. Not sure if it’s the ego boost about my body — which had been doing a number on me all morning — or the fact that this objectively hot buff boy was into me, but I sprang some serious wood.

“Sebastian —“

“Wait, let me finish.” He said. “I’ve spent all day wrestling with this, and I need to get it out..Whatever is going on with you physically — and I think you need to ask your doc about it — it’s not the whole package. I like the whole package. The stuff that matters. I think I am falling for you.”

 

[osid]

Can't wait for more!

 

[atlas1001]

Very cool story. Great characters and its good that you take your time for creating the situation etc. Love it !

 

[Dream Big]

“Uh....”

He looked so downcast when I didn’t immediately respond, but to be fair, I was still reeling.

“yeah, okay. I get it.” He said after a brief but uncomfortable pause.

“No, you don’t,” I said, then grabbed him and kissed him. He looked briefly surprised and then kissed me back… And then kiss me again with more passion.

“Okay, now do you get it?” I said, smiling. “You little dope. You just took me by surprise. I wasn’t ready for that sort of confession.”

“Fuck, neither was I,” he said.

“ did you really think I kick you out?“

“Like I said, wouldn’t be the first time.”

“So...” I said, “what now?”

“I, uh, didn’t exactly plan all this out. But I want to talk, and I want to eat dinner...”

I admit I looked as crestfallen as he had, for a moment.

“But first, I think we should make up for lost time.”

“Sounds good.”

“And then, when our heads are clearer, we should probably put our heads together and make a list of shirt for you to ask your doctor about tomorrow.”

 

[Dream Big]

By the way, folks, I apologize for some of the mistakes — I basically type this raw into the website using an iPad as it comes to me, and sometimes autocorrect or some oddball site default choices screw me over without me noticing. (The capitalization helper here sucks.).

I rarely know precisely where it’s going until the words show up on screen, so I am enjoying this as I read it too.

But the feedback is much appreciated.

 

[Dimen000]

The story is coming along so good!

Love the concept of basically how he is getting hornier and hornier as his dick grows

Like i i know this contains penis and muscle growth, but is so friggin exciting how this one seems to be focused over that dick growing, how his libido is going up and up and just.... Making one desire to keep going bigger to unbeliable sizes hahah

Their relationship and how is being built is also interesting and sweet, how those two surely by slowly start getting closer, is eholesom but also got hot right jow~

 

[Dream Big]

I am very glad that the build up is appreciated. I am as interested in the characters as I am the size of their dicks and muscles, but I also appreciate the stories that get right to the “fuck, that isn’t a massive dick and it’s getting bigger” zone. Different strokes for ..... yeah, I’ll just leave now...

 

[yearites]

I really got into that smell aspect when it was mentioned they combined and it just worked well, to a large extent that is exactly what attraction is in the animal kingdom. We know very little about it for humans but we know we lack a developed vomeronasal cavity that animals have that’s dedicated to pheromones. From what I have read though it seems that gay men BO does smell a bit differently. I think if you eat right and workout the smells your making and emitting are more authentically you and any man especially a bisexual will smell pick up on it and be a bit turned on. His smells gotten stronger since he’s been beefing up and the dick size increasing fuck me this is hot shit Dreambig, get to the sex already I’m dyyying

 

[miamirt]

Love the build up! I’d love a bit more teasing like bumping into each other naked it in just a post shower towel, or a cock bump while working out!! With all the growth it would be cool to see a cock slip while spotting Sebastian laying on a bench!!
Now that they’re ready for lost time it may be too late. On to the fucking!!

 

[Dream Big]

Three months was a lot of lost time to make up for, but we did our best.

He smiled as I sat on the bed, with him pushing gently against my chest. Then he smoothly shucked his shirt.

I knew he had put on some size, but we tended to work out fully clothed, so I hadn’t really realized how much he had changed. He had added some bulk, and tightened up his already enviable waist, so he was essentially somewhere between underwear model and fitness model. It looked amazing on him.

“Nice,” I said, as his nipples peeled up in the air conditioning.

“I’ve added fifteen pound since this started.”

“It’s no quarantine belly, that’s for certain,” I chuckled.

He traced a finger down my chest.

“I already know your measurements, remember? And it’s so fucking hot. By my count, you dropped fourteen pounds of flab, and put on seventeen pounds of muscle.” He continued, pulling my shorts down as I shucked my own shirt.

“And while I take credit for that,” he said, “ THIS is another matter entirely.”

Oh man, I was worked up, and my dick was eager to show off. He was already pushing past the 9 inch mark, I’d say, but the minute he saw Sebastian smiling at him, he got super eager. My cock throbbed all the way up to its previous limit... and Sebastian dove for it, his mouth and tongue doing things that made me squirm with pleasure. With one hand firmly gripping my balls and fondling them (they seemed swollen but the attention felt fantastic), he brought his old college skills to bear and I mentally thanked whoever he’d learned from. He soon had me thrashing and moaning like a whore, and then I couldn’t help it — I cut loose.

Six, seven, eight powerful shots, and then an almost painful cramp hit me, like a muscle spasm. I threw my head back and grunted a wordless roar, and then my whole core and crotch throbbed.

“Holy shit,” Sebastian said, his eyes full of wonder and cum specks on his face, “Fuck, I think—“

But another grunt and a painful spasm left me gasping. And THEN I came.

Fourteen wild spurts of hot jism, some finding their way all over my hot roommate and trainer, but most coating the walls, bed, and ceiling. It was like I had never come before in my life.

I brushed my hand across my eyes, to get the juice off my face, and then stared down at my stunned friend and ...well, the reason for his being so stunned.

I had grown. And reality felt like something I could watch on TV. W.T.F.

I had likely grown everywhere, but my attention was focused on the thing that stood, leaning slightly to the left as a trickle of white syrup surged gently down its obscene length, from my crotch.

“Jesus,” Sebastian said. “You just... you just fucking grew like two inches while I watched!”

“I did?”

“easily,” he said, in awe. “I mean, I have to measure it,” and he ran to grab the tape.

Sure enough, I had shot from just over 9.5 inches to just shy of 12 inches. And Noticeably thicker, too.

“That’s so ....freaky..so obscene...jesus that’s a big dick. Hang on, I think you might be bigger all over!”

what the hell?

 

[Dream Big]

Yeah. Bigger all over.

It felt like the post workout pump on chest and arms day — except it wasn’t going away. Sebastian quickly measured with the casual skill and speed of someone who worked in a gym and did it regularly.

“I was right, Terry. Shit, you’re nearly half an inch bigger all over.”

I mentioned how it felt like a pump.

“We’re in the weeds, man. Way off the map. I mean this does make me seem less crazy for thinking you might have been on something, but you were keeping pace with some of the bigger juicers I’ve seen, in terms of raw growth. Now I guess I know why.”

But we didn’t know why, not really; we just confirmed it was happening. The why, the how, would be at the top of what was now a rather long list for my first in-person consult with my doctor since the pandemic started.

And i planned to have that discussion — but in the morning. Not now. Now, it was time to make up for all the time Sebastian and I hadn’t been together.



Morning wood was so familiar to me after months of overstimulation and testosterone overload, that I tended to find it a nuisance more than anything else.

But this time, I wasn’t alone.

Delicious, beautiful, and surprisingly deep hottie roommate/trainer Sebastian was there, cuddled up in the little spoon position, while my horse cock leaked precum all along his back. I traced my fingers along his neck, behind his ears, and into his thick, black, hair.

“Hey,” he said, snuggling back. “You arm is wet and sticky.”

“Um...not my arm.”

“Shit, really?” He rolled around a little awkwardly so that my prodigious tool lay between us, “god damn. How is this even real?”

“Hopefully we get some answers today,” I said. “Assuming this monster ever goes down enough for me to be decent.”

“Hmm, well music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,” he said sexily, “and that is a savage beast if I ever saw one.” And with that he was on me, skillfully bringing me to a near climax three times before he finally let me release.

For his efforts, he got a serious cum-blast that was more than he was fully prepared for — all over his face and in his hair. I couldn’t help but laugh, and he followed suit. We giggled like schoolboys for several minutes.

“Ahhh. At the rate you’re going, that ought to last until at least lunchtime.”

“Try 10 am if I’m lucky,” I groused.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I think I came about 6 times yesterday.”

He grew serious and quiet for a moment. “Yeah, this is fun and all, but that’s a LOT of libido to manage.”

“You’re telling me!”

I skipped breakfast and morning workout because of th doctor visit, but my stomach was not happy about that, and made a lot of noise — which my friend found amusing. (Sebastian was kind enough to wait to eat until I was gone.) He kissed me passionately as I left the condo, and off i went.

Hopefully whoever reads this will do so from a post-COVID world in which normalcy is restored, and not have to shuck his hazmat suit to go outside. I signed in, signed forms indicating I was okay physically, updated health insurance, payments, etc. — each step was punctuated with santizing spray. But eventually I finished, and sat in the sparse examination room until Dr Wong finally appeared.

 

[orangebean]

Fantastic so far! Thanks for sharing your work!

 

[Dream Big]

"Whoa! Look at you!" Dr Wong said. He was covered in the usual quarantine attire: gloves, double mask and face shield.

I chuckled a little nervously.

"Wow," he said. "That's... that's remarkable, Terry. Seriously, you didn't look this big last time we talked. Let me take a look at your stats." He pulled up the info on his tablet and I could see his surprise in his eyes.

"Are these numbers accurate?"

"Yeah, or they were yesterday."

"Who measured you? Or did you do it. yourself?"

"My roommate. He's a trainer."

He looked me up and down. "Yeah, they look about right. Hmmm." And then he proceeded to do the basic look-over: temperature, heart rate, the works.

"I'm going to take a few extra blood draws. You remembered to skip breakfast today, and nothing but water since last night?"

"Yup." On cue, my stomach gurgled. I looked away as he quickly and efficiently drew a few blood samples.

"Heh. So clearly, you started working out. We haven't talked about nutrition much, but I have to ask: are you taking anything OTHER than the stuff I gave you?"

"Just the trial supplement and the multivitamins you suggested. But I've been eating a lot better, and Sebastian has been putting me through my paces."

"The roommate? I thought you lived alone?"

"I did, but my neighbor turned out to be a trainer, and lost his job, and then needed a place to live. It's worked out."

"So have you, apparently. Terry, I have to be honest, I can't think of the last time I saw such a drastic transformation without steroids being involved. But the bloodwork will tell us one way or other if there's something going on. I mean, I've got about six guys here on the same supplement and none of them have had this sort of result. Anything else I should know?"

"Well..." I began, "My um. My libido has been crazy and I swear, my junk is bigger."

"I'm not surprised, you lost a few inches of pudge around the middle, if I'm any judge."

"Um...not that. It doesn't just look bigger, it is bigger. By a lot. How do you explain going from 7 inches to almost 12?"

He opened his mouth to say something, then looked back at his tablet. "Wait, you said 9.5 inches here," he said. "And I was going to say something about that, because it's already an outlier at that size."

"Yeah, that's the other thing, Doc. It grew *yesterday*." I quickly filled him in on almost everything -- he took copious notes -- and he began to look alarmed.

"Well first off, I think you should stop the supplement right away," he said. "And I'll need a sample of your semen to send off for lab work. Ideally, I'll need you to pee in a cup, too."

He handed me two sample cups. "Think you can manage at least one of those while you're here?"

"Probably both, but it may take a little time."

"Okay. I've got a video call or two after this, but if you can be done with those in about 20-30 minutes, I'll get them sent off to the lab today. And honestly -- I'd like to confirm those measurements before you go."

Turned out I had to pee anyway, so that was an easy one. And my libido'd been on high gear for so long, the bigger challenge would be aim. Pretty quickly I was at full mast, and took a quick measurement (thankfully, no growth, but still 11.85 inches), and then let the imagination and a quick website visit get me worked up. Hopefully their office wifi wouldn't look too deeply into the sites I visited to get in the mood.

FUCK I was quickly horny and FUCK it took no time at all to be ready to blow. I was surprised at the force of the stream as I held the cup in place and aimed. Eight, Nine, ten shots. I sat panting for a moment, then sealed the container. It was warm to the touch. Shit, that was about 2.5 ounces of dick juice! That seemed a little extreme. I mean, wasn't a tablespoon considered a lot?

I cleaned up and waited for another ten minutes before Doctor Wong came back in, and I presented him with the two samples.

"uh..." he began. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, I just did that. Still warm. Seems like a lot, right?"

"That's a little concerning. And you feel okay?"

"Honestly, I could probably do that again. But I didn't realize how much there was..."

"Hmm. That's extraordinary. I think, if you're okay with it, we should probably do a prostate and testicular check as well."

Of course THAT had the reaction it sometimes does, and my doc got to witness the beast waking up. If he hadn't moved, he'd have lost an eye. Okay, not really, but the scene got me a little hot and bothered, and Doc Wong was a pretty good looking Chinese guy, probably close to 60, and trim, kind of a trim daddy vibe. He was professional, and so was I, but I'd probably replay it in my mind later, thinking about him sweating as he remembered my visit....

 

[Dream Big]

"Sorry about that second sample," I said.

"Happens to the best of us," my very understanding doctor -- who luckily had a spare shirt -- said. "Now remember what I said: I want you to cut your dosage entirely until I say otherwise. I'm worried about your reaction. At least wait for the labs to come back."

"But I can keep exercising, right?"

"Would you stop if I asked you to?"

Honestly? Probably not -- but only because for the first time in my life, I was the buff guy throwing around weight, and I found I rather liked it.

Besides, any excuse to be with Sebastian.


I stopped on my way home, because I was very close to gnawing my own arm off. I hit the drive through and devoured two sausage McMuffin meal; it barely took the edge off, but eventually my body realized it had been fed and stopped giving me grief. As I drove home, it really hit me: I'd been incredibly lucky with this whole quarantine thing. Friends had lost loved ones, lost jobs, fought depression. I'd made bank with the app, then gotten into fantastic shape, and somehow netted a boyfriend.

And thus far, the only downsides were an annoying level of libido and the food and clothing bills. Hell, I wasn't even concerned about my Mc Meal, my gut was long gone and a little splurge wasn't going to make my pants tighter.

Though if my dick kept unexpectedly growing, I might have that problem anyway.

* * *

Three days later, Sebastian asked -- again -- whether the test results had come back yet.

"Doc Wong said he'd call with the results," I said, annoyed.

"I know, I keep asking, but you stopped the supplements and even the vitamins..."

"YES."

"And we've basically shifted to maintenance mode until we have more information."

"Yes, Sebastian."

"So why are you still bulking up?"

He was right. I'd stopped the supplements, the vitamins, the protein drinks, everything -- and yet here we were, and I was already bigger.

"No clue."

He hesitated, thought a bit more, and finally said "I think we should take a few days completely off. Like, no exercise at all."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean just until the labs come back and we know whether there's any danger."

I was torn, but then he said "I mean both of us. We'll just have to eat a bit less and get our exercise other ways."

"Well, in that case, how about a morning workout?"

* * *

But the next morning, I woke up a bit groggy, and then I guess I must have forgotten, because when I fully woke up, I was finishing a set of seated presses.

Sebastian was annoyed, and made me stop. We tackled some household chores and then after lunch, I took a nap -- and woke to the sound of the Bowflex. Which I was on.

"For fucks sake, Terry. We agreed to stop for now."

"I know...I just....."

By Friday, I realized that if I let my guard down -- just for a moment -- I"d wind up basically sleepwalking my way through a set after promising Sebastian I wouldn't. But that's not the worst of it.

The worst was that we also realized he'd been doing the same thing.

 

[ivan108]

So hot.

 

[horndog84]

I’ve never been into anything other than visual porn and fell upon this thread accidentally. I’ve cum every time I’ve read this, sometimes at the most unexpected line. So hot I love it

 

[Dream Big]

I’ve never been into anything other than visual porn and fell upon this thread accidentally. I’ve cum every time I’ve read this, sometimes at the most unexpected line. So hot I love it

(blushes)

Gosh, thanks!

 

[Dream Big]

It was clear something weird was happening.

Apologies were exchanged, and more than a little shame, as we realized something else was going on.

The sleepwalking thing was super weird, and Sebastian had the sense to immediately suggest he lock up the supplements, just in case. But the package was untouched and I still had most of the bottle left. It wasn't even about trust, it was about trying to sidestep whatever was going on. Just like locking your stuff up -- the more steps, the more likely you'll get caught.

Waking up exhausted at 3am because you were exercising *hard* in your sleep was not really welcome, but suddenly it shifted from a kernel of suspicion to something we now knew we had in common.

On Saturday, we opted to sleep in shifts, trying to figure out what was actually happening. We avoided our phones, temporarily uninstalled the workout tracker apps, took whatever steps we could to block ourselves from whatever was pushing us to work out.

We ate a quiet breakfast and skipped the run -- and the shower fun -- to dig around a bit. The internet was, surprisingly, of little help; the only similar cases were fantasy sites and I had never dug deep enough to realize how far THAT rabbit hole went. I'd tackled the idea that we might be hypnotized and did a bit of research there, too. Sebastian, meanwhile, found himself looking into curses and supernatural explanations for what was happening. He was both intrigued and annoyed, because his family would have eaten this stuff up and begun telling tales, and he had tried to grow beyond their magical thinking -- but it gave him a more solid foundation than I had. Still, fiction aside, we didn't find anything that passed a cursory sniff test.

I found myself dozing at my seat when Sebastian poked my shoulder. "Hey, why don't you take a nap. I'll keep an eye on you and wake you if you try anything stupid," he offered.

"Okay, just wake me in an hour," I yawned.

"Snap out of it," Sebastian said.

What the hell. I was sitting at the Bowflex, doing leg extensions with a surprising amount of weight. The bands rattled as they snapped back when I stopped fighting.

I had no memory of anything after I lay on the sofa.

"I don't think you were out for more than five minutes when you suddenly stood up and walked out," Sebastian said. "It was just so weird. You ignored me shouting at you for --"

FUCK I'd started doing my extensions again!

"Ok, that's not right." He backed away. "You need to get up and get out of this room," he said, pulling at me. I had to will myself out of the machine and force myself to leave the room -- the whole time, feeling irritated that my workout was interrupted.

I went and got a padlock for the door, and installed it before dinner. Sebastian dozed off and found himself standing at the locked door as I grabbed him to wake him up.



After dinner, we planned to sleep in shifts. I made him sleep first, and within ten minutes of falling asleep, he was shambling to the spare room door and stood there, seemingly perplexed by the lock. When it was my turn, the same thing happened.

We woke up every hour or so that night, stopping the other from a zombie-like crawl to the spare room. It was exhausting, and increasingly scary to feel so out of control. but we managed to make it through the night. It was the first time in months that I hadn't masturbated or otherwise gotten off at least three times.



A few hours passed, and I went to wake him with a kiss, and he returned it enthusiastically -- our make-out sessions had been pretty great -- but it quickly turned to a mutual masturbation session. He attacked my pole with intense suction and tongue action, supplemented with a pulling and ball-groping that had me seeing stars, bringing me to the edge twice before I finally lost it and shot my seed deep into his mouth. Only when he didn't pant and nuzzle into my side when he was done did I question anything.

"Babe? You want me to return the favor?"

He said nothing, but rolled back over and swallowed my slowly sagging pole like it was a lifeline, and I sprang to life almost immediately. This time, he edged me three times, and swallowed what felt like a huge load. And then, just when I was still reeling, he did it AGAIN.

Like a man possessed he clamped onto my dick, silently probing and sucking -- and when I didn't react quickly enough, he surprised me by probing my ass until he found my spot, and expertly milking me. My dick hurt and my balls felt empty.

"Whew! I guess we're getting our workout a different way, huh?" I chuckled, thoroughly empty. No response. He just sat there for another moment, and then crawled into bed beside me and began snoring faintly.