Memories

by TreborNawoc   

Tre is psyched. It’s his first day at uni, and he’s hoping to do well in his studies, make friends, and maybe encounter a few other multis like himself. The only thing he’s not sure about is meeting his roommate…

Tre is excited to be at university. He’s worked hard at school, making sure he ended up with the best grades possible and keeping his nose relatively clean, and now he’s managed to make it to one of the most prestigious universities in the world as a linguistics student. Sure, he could have also done a few other subjects, like music or history, but linguistics always fascinated him—and as someone with a few extras it looks like he’s fascinating some of his fellow students! Dropped off by his beloved mum, the 18-year-old heads for his new dorm, the place he will spend the next four years as he completed his studies. He’s sharing with one other guy, and he hopes that he won’t freak him out—if he does, it’ll be a long four years…

He gets to his room to see that the other guy has already arrived and left his stuff near the door. “I guess he’s waiting on me getting here before we fight over beds,” Tre says aloud to the empty room. Wondering where the other guy is, and wanting to have a look around the dorm, Tre drops his stuff and starts wandering. The Dorm appears to be made of 3 separate rooms—a living room with kitchen area, bedroom with twin beds, and bathroom, which is currently locked.

Tre gently wraps his knuckles on the door. “I’ll just be a minute,” comes a sweet-sounding voice from inside.

Ooo, he sounds hot, Tre thinks to himself. “No problem,” he says back to the mystery voice. As he waits, he starts to unpack some of the home items he had like microwave, cutlery, crockery and so on. As he slowly starts turning the kitchen into a kitchen, he hears the lock to the bathroom turn and the door open. Turning his head 180 degrees, but keeping his arms unpacking, he sees his roommate for the first time…

With both mouths open wider than any normal mouth, and looking like a cartoon character, Tre stares as the tallest man he has ever seen ducks his head through the door frame of the bathroom and starts walking into the living area. Noticing, for the first time, that the room has a high ceiling, he watches as the guy stands to his full height, his hair just brushing the ceiling. His body looks like it’s been stretched up from the waist, as his shorts look like they are normal sized to match his legs, but his loose fitting, extra extra long hoodie is covering up his torso. The guy, who hasn’t yet realised he’s being watched, turns around and sees Tre, getting startled and bumping his head on the ceiling.

“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you like that,” Tre apologises rapidly, standing up to check if the guy was okay. “Aahh. Ohh. No problem. I just wasn’t expecting to see you there… Wait. You’re a multi too?” the guy asks.

“Yep. Just like you are. Although I haven’t seen another multi, other than my wee brother and cousins, since I was in the Government School,” Tre replies. “Even then, there were only three of us, and I was only there for a few months before my mum left and I had to go to a norm school.”

“Really? I went to that school too, but I might have started after you left ‘cause I can’t remember any guys with two mouths being there—only a snake boy and someone who looked just like a normal guy. Then others came as more multis were born…” the guy drifts off. “Anyway, I’m Sam,” he said, extending his hand.

“Tre,” Tre says, extending one of his right hands. They shake hands for a few seconds longer than they realise, as they look at each other’s faces. “Ahem,” Tre clears his throats, “I suppose we better start unpacking then.”

Sam nods in agreement. ‘Many hands make light work’ the old saying goes, and in no time at all they have the living area, kitchen and bathroom set up. Now they move on to the bedroom. The beds look sturdy enough, but Sam doesn’t look too happy. “Aw, they didn’t get the message about needing a bigger bed,” he says. “Look,” he adds, as he puts his head down on one of the pillows, with his legs crossed on the floor at the bottom of the bed.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Tre says under his breath, but obviously not quietly enough as Sam raises an eyebrow. “What about you push the two beds together and you use them, just until we get something sorted for you?” Tre offers.

“Are you saying we share the bed?” Sam teases.

“Oh no,” Tre stumbles, “I meant you could sleep there, and I’ll sleep on the couch until we get it sorted.”

“Such a gentleman,” Sam laughs.

And so it goes: for the first few nights Tre sleeps on the couch and Sam sleeps in the beds.

After a few days Tre is beginning to wonder what Sam looks like underneath his never-ending supply of loose-fitting, extra-long hoodies. While not trying to be a creep, he does try to catch glimpses of Sam but just never has any luck. By now the dorms are starting to fill up, and people are already chatting about the two multis in the building, although none of it with malice, more just curiosity. Classes have started and Sam and Tre seem to pass like ships in the night, missing each other and only hearing each other snoring at night. At the end of the first week, the two boys get the chance to meet up again, and decide to relax in their living area, having a few beers and eating Chinese takeaway.

After a few beers have been drunk, and the boys start to feel chilled, Sam turns to Tre. “So,” Sam starts shyly, “I was wondering… do you really think I’m hot?”

Tre looks at him and says, in his best Joey-from-Friends voice, “Oh yeah.” Sam laughs, feeling a bit of tension vanish. “The way you were able to just sit on the floor while your head was on the pillow,” Tre says, “you just looked sooo long and sexy. Ever since I’ve tried to see what’s under that hoodie but haven’t managed it yet.”

Sam bursts out laughing. “Really? I’ve spent the past week trying to catch you in the buff but missed every time.”

“What? You mean you think I’m hot?” Tre asks, confused.

“Of course. Who wouldn’t? I mean look at you. You’re like sex on two legs,” Sam replies.

Flattered, but also slightly embarrassed, Tre starts blushing. “You really think that?” he asks sincerely.

“Fuck yeah,” Sam says. “That’s why I hoped you’d say yes to us sharing the bed!”

“Oh, ooooh, ah. I see now,” Tre laughs. “Well,” he said, raising his eyebrows like Groucho Marx, “I’ll take my top off if you take yours off?”

“You first,” says Sam.

“Oh, all right then,” Tre agrees.

Putting down his two beers, Tre grabs the hem of his custom-made polo shirt and slowly starts lifting it up. As he did, Sam just stares as he saw Tre’s taut abs—a twelve pack in that space—tight, he thinks—followed by his four luscious pecs, then finally his four massive arms. As he looks, he starts feeling his cocks getting harder, slowly elongating down each leg of his shorts.

“Okay, your turn,” Tre says.

Sam folds his long body slightly to allow him to grab the hem of his hoodie. As he slowly lifts it up, revealing his magnificent 30 pack and round, solid pecs, he hears Tre say “Wow” and “Fuck” out of both mouths at the same time. Hearing that voice, feeling that appreciation, make his cocks even harder—his heads are now sticking out the bottom of his shorts.

Both guys sit shirtless, facing each other, in a moment of silence until Tre breaks the silence, saying, “Holy fuck, look at those sexy abs.” He reaches out two hands to touch them, to make sure they are real.

As they connect, Sam feels as though an electric shock passes through him, as Tre continues to brush his soft hands against those steel-hard abs. “Do you mind if I take my shorts off?” Sam asks. “My cocks just can’t take it anymore.”

He starts to reach down when Tre stops him, saying, “Allow me.”

Sam leans back as Tre used two hands to steady himself, and the other two to carefully removed Sam’s shorts, releasing his two raging cocks from their imprisonment. “Well,” Tre smirks, “looks like someone is big everywhere…” before opening both mouths and taking a cock in each.

Now Sam has had a blowjob before, but never both cocks at the same time. But this is something felt different, better, magical. Much as it’s clear that Tre had done this before, and is clearly skilled at it, it seems like there was something extra in the mix, but Sam is in too much ecstasy to think about that. Tre continues to slowly bob his head up and down those two telegraph poles, making sure to take a little bit more in each time he goes down. Sam starts writhing in pleasure, when suddenly Tre just shoots straight down to the base, taking the full lengths in without showing any signs of stopping. After a few more minutes of Tre’s ministrations, Sam can’t hold it in any longer and all four of his balls release their juice into Tre’s waiting mouths. Like a pro, Tre sucks every single drop up, before slowly releasing the still semi-hard cocks.

“Holy shit. I’ve never, ever felt anything like that before.” Sam gasps.

“Let’s just say I had a little help,” Tre said before sticking all four tongues out two feet in front of him. At the sight of this, Sam’s cocks start getting hard again. “Oh, looks like someone still has some fight left in him,” Tre teases, before standing up and removing his sweatpants, revealing his own two thick, long cocks. Turning his legs around but keeping his upper body facing Sam, Tre reveals his two anuses, angling them at Sam’s now fully hard cocks. As he lowers himself, Tre continues to jerk Sam’s cocks until they are fully inside him.

Sam bends his back so that his upper body is now opposite Tre’s and starts kissing his upper mouth, pushing his own extra-long tongue down into Tre’s throat. At the same time, Tre wraps his two tongues around Sam’s tongue, massaging it as he deepthroats it, before opening his lower mouth and licking Sam’s nipples with his two lower tongues. It wasn’t long until Sam cums again, this time emptying his load into Tre’s asses.

The two boys just sat snuggling, with Sam’s cocks still inside Tre. “What about you?” Sam says.

Tre, touched that Sam would think about him, simply says, “Oh, I’ve been taking care of myself this whole time,” as both boys look down and saw Tre’s intertwined cocks jerking each other off. Sam is amazed, as he’s never seen anything like it. As he watches he sees one of the cocks stretch further to grab a towel from the bathroom, then both cocks wrap the towel around their cockheads. Sam feels Tre tense as his magic cocks blow their loads into the towel. “Heh, no point making too much of a mess,” Tre says, breathlessly.

After a few moments listening to each other’s many heartbeats, Sam whispers, “So, shall we just share the bed from now on?”

Tre just smiles.

Tre and Sam woke up lying next to each other. After skirting around the subject for a week, they both ended up sleeping in the same bed in their dormitory.

Sam’s long body was still wrapped around Tre when they both looked in each other’s eyes and smiled.

“God, you look so sexy with that double smile,” Sam said, as Tre’s perfect teeth smiled back. Tre simply smiled more, before seductively licking his lips with one tongue, followed by another tongue. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Sam gasped, as his morning wood got even harder.

“Hmmm...” Tre hummed from both mouths, “maybe I should take care of those for you.” Without another word he opened his lower mouth, extending two long tongues and wrapping them around Sam’s cocks. Slowly, sensually, he started massaging Sam’s monster cocks, forcing a moan of ecstasy to break from Sam’s luscious lips.

“Do you like that, huh?” Tre whispered from his upper mouth as his lower tongues started to increase the speed of their massage into a jerking motion.

“Oh fuck Tre. Unnhh. Oh yeah, that feels fucking amazing. Don’t stop. Please!” Sam begged as Tre continued to work Sam’s cocks with his long, powerful tongues. Building up to a climax, Tre started licking the tips of Sam’s cocks with his upper tongues, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum.

“Fuck Tre, I’m... I’m... fuck... I’m gonna...” Sam gasped. Just before he could shoot his load, Tre bent his head forward so that he could take the heads of Sam’s cocks in his mouths. Sam’s four balls released their load into the waiting mouths of Tre, who swallowed the entire load without missing a drop.

“Fuck, that was unreal,” Sam said, eventually. “It feels sooo amazing having both cocks sucked at the same time. I don’t know how norms make do with just having one tiny cock...”

“Yeah. It must feel weird only having one cock,” Tre replied, still smiling. “I heard one of the guys down the hall boasting to some of the girls that he was the biggest guy on campus with an 11-inch dick!”

“Really?!” Sam said. “Fuck, my cocks haven’t been that small since I was about 12 years old. Surely that’s got to be his softie size?”

“Who knows...” Tre replied. “Anyway, let’s get dressed and I’ll make us some brunch.” Tre hops out of bed with the grace of a cat and heads to the kitchen. Sam watches Tre’s bubble butt as he leaves the room, already starting to get hard again, before jumping (carefully) out of bed and heading for the shower.

Tre put his arms to good work, cooking breakfast in half the time it would take a norm. He had started to notice that Sam had a bigger appetite than most people, not that it seemed to affect his shape in any way. While Sam was in the shower, and while he was working on grilling some bacon, Tre decided that his own morning wood needed taken care of.

As with most things, Tre had developed a method over the years, one he had shared with his younger brother Brandon when he hit puberty and started becoming horny himself. With his cocks being entirely prehensile, he simply guided them into his anuses—one cock in one anus—and proceeded to fuck himself as he went about his morning tasks. Ever the more adventurous person, Brandon had started to take things a bit further in the mornings, but thankfully mum had made sure to soundproof both boys’ rooms...

Sam came out of the shower, drying his hair with his towel, with both his cocks swinging freely. With his height, he had to bend his long body just to be able to dry his hair properly.

“Mmmm, something smells good,” Sam said from under the towel.

“I decided to make a fry-up. Seeing as it was Saturday and we don’t have anything to do today,” Tre said.

“Sounds good. I’ve got to phone my mum and dad to let them know how I got on, but apart from that I don’t have any other plans,” Sam said. “That’s assuming they can stop Dylan and Grant from tearing each other apart.” At Tre’s confused glance Sam explained.

“My two little brothers are at that stage where one is a teenager and one is just about to become one, so, like a lot of brothers, they tend to end up fighting over something. Mum and Dad try to give them as normal a life as they can, but Grant, my youngest brother, hasn’t had to experience what Dylan and I had to when we were growing up.

“We weren’t always well off, and times were hard after the Covid pandemic when I was young-”

“I remember that,” Tre interrupted, “with the lockdowns and everything. My second year at school was spent on Zoom!”

“Yeah,” Sam continued, “it wasn’t a great time for anyone. Mum and Dad had finished their contract at the Government Labs and while they got a good pay-out, it was only enough to really get us a house without a mortgage. They also found it nearly impossible to get work after that, so they had to stop being scientists and start doing everyday jobs. Dylan was starting nursery and both of us didn’t look too different, although we had longer bodies than most people our ages, but nothing too obvious as to what was to come.

“After the lockdowns lifted and life started to get back to normal, mum and dad struggled to give us both a normal enough life. Even though they had finished working for the Government, they still gave me and Dylan spaces at the special school that had been set up for all the multis. But because we lived locally, we were able to go without having to board, so that saved us a bit of money. Eventually, after struggling to organise a family holiday for the four of us and noticing how difficult it was for all the other families with multi kids, dad hit on an idea of a holiday company catering for that special market.

Every spare penny, and more, was put into making something out of nothing. There were many nights where mum and dad didn’t eat, just so that Dylan and I had as full a belly as possible. We would turn the heating off and all sleep in the same bed for warmth during the cold nights. Eventually, mum and dad’s hard work paid off, and now we’re in a better position than we’ve ever been, but Dylan and I can still remember those days where Grant was born later and can’t actually remember our old 2-bedroom flat, only the big house we have now, so he can be a spoilt brat at times. It causes so many fights with Dylan when he doesn’t get his way. The problem is, with both their heights, mum and dad sometimes struggle to separate them. Although, when mum shouts...

“Anyway, thanks for brunch. It was delicious.”

Tre sat in silence. His own story was much different, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment that his friend opened up to him by turning it into a competition as to who had the most struggle during their early years. He decided to change the subject.

“So...” he chirped. “You looking forward to Marvel Phase 7 series starting?”

The boys drifted into a long discussion about who will play the new Captain America, and whether Sony will continue to allow Spiderman to be in the MCU. After a long, tiring day of doing absolutely nothing, the boys headed back to bed, enjoying the warmth of each other’s body, Tre’s four arms wrapped around Sam’s two, with Sam’s long torso wrapped around Tre.

Tre and Sam continued their new life as students and roommates through the first term. As Autumn drew into Winter, and with Christmas around the corner, the two boys decided that they would drive home together and introduce each other to their families.

Sam ducked his head as he entered the small cottage on the outskirts of Avonkirk. Tre followed him in the door, before shouting on his mother and brother.

“Mum? Brandon? Are you guys home?”

Tre’s mother appeared at the door of the living room.

“Trebor! You’re home!” she shouted as she leapt at her son. Giving him a hug and a kiss, she turned and looked at the guest. “And you must be Sam. Trebor has told me so much about you.” She pulled him in for a hug, showing remarkable strength for someone so small.

“Hi Mrs Nawoc. It’s lovely to be able to finally meet you,” Sam said, ducking his head again as he stepped into the living room. Seeing another young man sat on one of the seats, Sam guessed that this was Tre’s brother Brandon, although he looked nothing like Tre...

“Confused?” Brandon asked Sam. “It’s because I got all the good-looking genes, while T got all the uglies.”

“Hey!” came the voice from the hallway, “I heard that.”

“Well, I said it out loud bro.”

Tre came in, and both brothers hugged a four-armed hug.

“I think you’re getting bigger,” Tre said. “Have you been working out?”

“You know me. Got to do something to make up for the boredom at school. Hey Sam, I’m Brandon,” Brandon said, holding out a right hand for Sam to shake.

Everyone sat down, with Sam sitting on the floor just so he didn’t have to bend down too much in the small room. Mrs Nawoc brought out some snacks and the boys regaled them with stories from university, whilst Brandon gave them an update on life in Avonkirk High School—’I’m not the only multi in school anymore, now that they closed the Government school and moved the pupils into AHS’. Mrs Nawoc, for her part, was just glad to have both of her boys at home again having missed Tre.

After thanking Mrs Nawoc for her hospitality, Sam headed home, but not before making sure that Tre would come round to his house the following day.

Tre made his way up the garden path to the detached house. Whilst not the grandest house in town, it was far from the smallest too. Noticeably it had taller doors than the average house, and Tre could tell that the ceilings on each of the two floors were also higher than most.

Knocking on the door, he was greeted by Sam.

“Hey Tre,” Sam said, pulling Tre in for a hug, “come on in.” Tre stepped into the house, confirming that the ceilings were high enough for Sam to stand up to his full height without difficulty. Sam led Tre into the kitchen where Mrs Scott was preparing some snacks.

“Mum, this is Tre. Tre, this is my mum,” Sam said, introducing them both.

“Hi Mrs Scott. Hope you’re well?” Tre said.

“Ah, so this is young Trebor Nawoc. So glad to finally put a face to a name. How do you do?” Mrs Scott replied.

“Sam, your brothers aren’t home from school yet, so can you help set the table? Your father is up in his office just now trying to sort out some contracts so that we can buy the land for the new resort, so he’ll join us later.” Looking at Tre, Mrs Scott said, “You know it’s just work, work, work with him. But it’ll be worth it if we get this new resort up and running...”

Sam and Tre gave Mrs Scott a hand to set the table ready for the meal. First to arrive home from school was Grant, the more unique of the Scott brothers. With his four arms giving away his multi status, not to mention that even at the age of 11 he was able to look Tre in the eyes (and Tre was 7 foot 4 inches!) Grant was certainly far from your average boy.

“Hi Mum, hi Sam,” Grant said as he walked in, then spotted Tre. Offering one of his right hands, Grant introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Grant.”

Offering both right hands, and allowing Grant to have a proper multi handshake, Tre replied to Grant’s welcome and introduced himself.

“Is Dylan not home yet?” Grant asked. “He left school before me...”

Suddenly, the front door burst open and was closed quickly with a slam as a huge blur streaked past and into the ground floor bathroom...

“Dylan?” Mrs Scott shouted, worried, “are you okay?” She rushed into the toilet behind him, followed by the three boys...

There, Tre spotted a young man with the longest body he’d ever seen, even longer than Sam’s body. He was kneeling on the floor, with his legs still in the hallway, while his arms were hugging the toilet, and he was trying to throw up. Tre started to notice that the boy’s clothes were torn, and he had some cuts and bruising that looked painful.

Mrs Scott shooed the boys out of the toilet and told Sam to go and get the first aid kit in the kitchen for Dylan’s cuts and sores.

Thirty minutes later, Dylan finally came out of the bathroom with his mum. Sitting in the corner of the living room, with his long body folding on itself in an effort to create the smallest target possible, Dylan started to tell everyone what had happened.

With the tears still wet on his face, Dylan started his tale:

“I was just walking home from school (sniff, sniff) and this wifie [author note—wifie = Scottish for woman!] just pulled me to the ground and started hitting me. She kept calling me a ‘filthy multi’ and a ‘freak’ and started beating me with a baseball bat. I was so scared, and it hurt so much, and I just wanted her to stop (sniff). I just, something just, well, something just happened, and next thing I knew I had got up the strength to grab her and then... then I...”

He suddenly convulsed and threw up in the living room.

“What did you do?” Mrs Scott said, worriedly, “What did you do, Dylan?”

“I ate her!” Dylan shouted, with tears starting to stream down his face. “I swallowed her whole, like she was nothing more than food!”

Dylan then ran back to the toilet to throw up again. Mrs Scott and the boys looked at each other, each with a worried look, struggling to understand what Dylan had meant. Sam went to the toilet to check on Dylan, ever the big brother. Grant sat in complete shock, while Mrs Scott went upstairs to get Mr Scott. Tre decided to go and get some water for Dylan to drink, to help in any little way he could.

Mr Scott came running down the stairs and went straight to see Dylan and Sam in the bathroom. Speaking softly, he tried to get the whole story from Dylan, understanding that this was a very serious thing indeed...

Stepping out to speak to his wife, Mr Scott tried to go through it all in his head. He knew his sons were different to the norm, but could Dylan really just swallow another human whole? Sure, he had a big appetite and he had seen him cause one or two dental nurses to faint when they said, ‘open wide’, but surely a whole human couldn’t fit in there? Come to think on it, could Dylan have imagined it? His son was still the same skinny, long thing that he was this morning. That body might be special, but it couldn’t hide a whole grown human in there without showing, surely? He went through all his thoughts with his wife, who shared his dilemmas...

“I think that he’s okay for now, but he keeps on trying to throw up,” Sam said, coming up to his parents. “He really does think that he’s swallowed someone, but there’s no sign of it on his belly. I wonder if he hallucinated it from all the pain. He does look like he has quite a few bruises and cuts, and he might have a few broken ribs in there too.”

“First things first,” Mrs Scott said, picking up the phone. “Hello, Dr MacNeill? It’s Evelyn Scott here. I’m sorry to call you out of hours, but Dylan has come home with some injuries, and we wondered if you might be able to pop over and have a look? I know I should just take him to A&E, but I know they aren’t as experienced with our boys, em, ‘special’ needs as you are. Oh, you’re sure? You’ll be round just now? Thank you, Dr MacNeill.”

Doctor Douglas MacNeill had seen it all—and more. As the town’s principal GP, he had seen the birth of every multi, and couldn’t explain a single one of them. But over the years he had grown to know their needs, and their unique requirements, and had tailored his medical expertise to these strange circumstances. That being said, he wasn’t ready for the tale he was about to hear...

“Well... I... em... well...” the Doctor fumbled, his bushy moustache twitching about. Placing his hands on Dylan’s long torso, he started to put some pressure on, to see if he could feel the mystery woman in one of Dylan’s stomachs.

“Hmmm... there does seem to be something in here, but it’s definitely not big enough to be a fully grown human. You haven’t maybe eaten something smaller like a cat or a dog... by accident, of course?”

Dylan shook his head.

“Well, and when it comes to you m’lad I’ve got used to saying this, I’m stumped...”

The Doctor patched up all his cuts, and checked over the rest of Dylan’s body, noting that he had 3 cracked ribs, and telling Mrs Scott that Dylan would need some pain medication to get him through the next week or so. He also mentioned that he was available to speak to them at any time should they need him.

Mrs Scott thanked the Doctor as he headed back home.

“What do we do then?” she asked the assembled family.

“Dylan didn’t recognise the woman, so that’s no help,” Sam said.

“Well, we’ll just need to wait and see if there is a missing person report. We can’t very well let the police know that we suspect that our son has swallowed someone, especially when we don’t know who it is, or even that he has really swallowed them...” Mr Scott said.

They decided that they would wait a few days, checking the news sites, police, social media and everywhere else for any signs of the missing woman.

As they all made their way to the living room, except Mr Scott who said he would take first watch over Dylan to make sure he was okay, Mrs Scott looked at Sam sadly.

“I’m sorry that you’re welcome home ended up like this, and that your friend Tre had to see all that. Speaking of Tre where did he go?” Mrs Scott asked.

At that moment Tre came through the door from the kitchen with some food for everyone.

“Sorry,” he said, quietly, “I thought I’d be more useful in the kitchen making sure that dinner didn’t go to ruin and that everyone had something to eat. I hope you don’t mind?”

Mrs Scott didn’t answer. She simply stood up, walked over to Tre and, with a tear in her eye, gave him a sincere hug.

“Sam has definitely found a friend in you Tre. In fact, we all have. You’re welcome here any time, and always will be.”

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