Blake lost a bet

by MegaMaker   

Blake is a hunk of oversized sexy muscles with a pretty face. Despite this, he never felt comfortable showing off his body. One day his friends beat him in a power match knowing he’ll be forced to expose himself. Find out how this hunk goes from a sadboi to a happy himbo.

“C’mon guys, you can’t make me do this. Please, I’ll do anything else,” Blake said.

“You lost the poker match, now you gotta pay the price,” Freddy said.

“Guys, please this is ridiculous.”

“You can’t go back on a deal plus the package already arrived,” Aiden said.

Freddy threw the package with the Dick’s Sporting Goods logo on it at Blake. When he took out the contents he frowned. Inside was a red and black speedo. Blake read the size label and became more distraught.

“You guys got one that was too small on purpose, didn’t you,” he said.

“What size is that?” Aiden said.

“It’s 32. I texted you both that my waistband is 36!” Blake said.

“Sorry man, must have forgot,” Aiden said.

Aiden and Freddy gave each other a split-second grin. They were aware they got a smaller size. Even more devious Aiden and Freddy cheated in the poker match they played a week ago to make sure they’d win. Blake could figure they got one that was too small on purpose and the bright red and black pattern wasn’t helping either, he was hoping they’d get a solid black, navy blue, or a gray one.

“Don’t worry Blake, I’m sure everyone will think you’re super hot,” Freddy said.

Blake shot him a look. He knew the beach they were going to he’d be hit on by guys more than anyone else. This was all part of Aiden and Freddy’s plan to embarrass Blake even more. Blake sat on the edge of Aiden’s dorm room bed regretting all his life decisions.

“When are we gonna do this?” Blake said.

“When finals are over we’re gonna go downstate and have a fantastic beach day,” Aiden said.

Freddy and Aiden were holding back laughter.

“If you say so,” Blake said.

“Don’t be like that, red is definitely your color,” Freddy said.

“I guess,” Blake said.

When Blake got back to his own dorm, he went to his full body mirror he had on the wall then took off all his clothes then pulled on his new speedo. The first thing he noticed was how snug it was. It was tighter than any of the singlets Blake wore for wrestling and his football gear was never this constricting.

Aiden and Freddy got him a polo cut which meant there was very little fabric. Blake was forced to wear it low too, really revealing his V. Secondly his speedo severely struggled to cover his entire butt. The bottom and sides were spilling out, especially because Blake was exceedingly thicc back there. It was tight enough to squeeze his cheeks. The elastic of the leg holes were digging into his thick juicy thighs.

Lastly his bulge stuck out like a sore thumb. The outline was well pronounced and he had to rearrange it a bunch to force it to fit. Why did those boneheads have to get one that didn’t fit, Blake thought. He could already feel his body fill with embarrassment even though he was alone in his dorm. He was terrified of walking down the beach in this.

The more Blake looked though the more he had to admit he did look attractive in it, maybe not straight but still very good looking like a men’s health magazine model.

Maybe even a little cute, big dumb sweetheart vibe, the cherry red was only adding that too. Being a D1 wrestler and football player and the best on both teams while being a powerlifter on the side, he was extraordinarily muscular. Combine his training with his herculean genetics and Blake was the picture of male human performance.

He was 7’8” and weighed almost 400 pounds with very little body fat. Blake was a true hulk. He couldn’t deny that his body was gorgeously displayed in a speedo. Despite being that tall, buff, strong, and endowed in his adult life, he never liked his baby face and soft pudgy hands complete with round fingertips.

To Blake’s dismay, his voice was soft, low but soft and that never changed. His dad had told him that he was gonna have to work harder to be a man because of his face and that always stuck with him. This was the biggest reason he joined the athletic world. It’s also the reason his dad signed him up for the gym at age 13 and the reason he took lifting so seriously. Blake made sure he had a perfect diet too. That wasn’t all though through less than legal means Blake was put on hormone therapy at a young age for a long time to make him the giant he is today.

Despite that Blake was never happy with his face. No matter how much muscle he put on he could change his plump cheeks, small round nose and big soft eyes.

He thought it made him look cute, not tough and his dad always said men shouldn’t be pretty.

“Only gay men are pretty and you don’t want that,” his dad would say.

Blake also recalled once a long time ago where his family was at a beach and there were feminine guys wearing speedos and he was told that’s how you can tell a guy is gay and that men should never wear anything above the knee.

But now Aiden and Freddy had him cornered. He lost the poker match fair and square at least to his knowledge and now he’d have to spend a whole day at the beach in a tight revealing speedo. Both his worst fears came together. Wearing a speedo and looking pretty while doing it.

“It’s only for a day, I can do that,” he thought.

Inside Blake’s speedo his bulge started to stir then stiffed. This was normal Blake, he usually jerked 3-4 times a day and it was about time for his before bed bust. Being horny all the time was a side effect of the treatments he received all those years ago. Blake watched in dismay as his dick grew into the full foot of thick hard meat. It stretched the fabric of his speedo making a giant tent. His boner was so long it pulled the waistband and let holes away letting his huge balls fall out. Blake’s speedo bulge was already bigger than a soft ball so when it hardened he was afraid he was gonna rip it.

Blake’s embarrassment came back in full force making his face turn as red as his speedo was. This was even worse than a singlet boner, he thought. He pulled down his speedo, now completely naked he sat down at his desk, lubed up his boner with lotion then started jacking off with both hands.

His dick was another thing that Blake was shy about. He knew he was lucky to have such a huge member and that treatments he got definitely made it grow bigger but he was teased a lot by his wrestling mates. He thought having a massive dick was a curse more than a gift because he didn’t want whoever he’d be with one day to like him just for his penis.

Not to mention how much attention it required. Blake was ashamed of how often he had to jerk. Another standard he was raised with was masturbation was for losers and real men should only have sex.

As you can imagine the high standards Blake grew up under and the drugs he was on caused him to have serious internalized issues regarding sexuality and masculinity. The way he was raised left him in so much confusion about how he should lead his life and feel about his body.

To add to his self-hatred he took out his phone then went to Tik-Tok and found some of his favorite fitness influencers and began beating his meat harder. What Blake hated about this was that all these hot models were guys. Pre-cum started squirting out and soon enough his shaft was coated. A few minutes later Blake came. He gritted his teeth to try to silence his sexual whimpering. Countless ropes splattered all over his pecs and he flooded his abs. One shot even hit him square in the face. Several more long creamy ropes blasted out before his dick finally calmed down. Both his hands up to his forearms were coated in white. His desk and computer screen had splats of cum on them as well as the chair and carpet. The whole room stunk like sperm. He laid back in his chair to rest and the orgasmic glow subsided. He sighed, what a mess, he thought.

Blake didn’t need an alarm to wake up in the morning. His dick was more than enough to wake him up. Rock hard and hot as hell his huge boner was engorged and throbbing like a vibrator. Blake cracked his eyes open then lifted his blanket and sighed. A stain of white was on his blanket and his dick was red with a purple head. First order of business for Blake in the morning was always jerk off. Still naked he went into the bathroom and stood in the shower. Because of how huge he was no matter how he stood each of his shoulders would be pressed into the walls of the shower and he was taller than the shower head. But he needed to unleash his morning load in here because while his nightly loads were huge but manageable his morning loads were catastrophic.

Using some conditioner he lubed up his extra hard meat and began his morning ritual of masturbating. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall as his hands moved faster and faster. Pre-cum started leaky out and unlike last night his morning pre-cum was like a load in and of itself. Full ropes shot out as if he was cumming but this was just the start. He yanked and cranked on his dick harder until he came.

Like water from a garden hose, cum spewed out in a long unless stream of white. The glass of the shower door was painted so thoroughly with white you couldn’t see out of it anymore. The beam was strong enough to hit the ceiling caking at the whole roof of the showers. It all dripped back down onto Blake. Speaking of which Blake himself became drenched in his own cum. It looked like he’d been hosed down in icing. His knees felt so wobbly he had to sit down and wait out his morning load. He closed his eyes as his thoughts became packed with images of hot guys. Dazed and dizzy he had to rest for a while before he could return to consciousness. Not only was Blake uncomfortable with his high sex drive; he was also uncomfortable with the amount of sperm he made every time he busted. Every bust would result in creamy unbroken stream of cum that would make a huge mess of white. It made him feel barbaric.

“Fuck…” he whimpered.

He realized over the last few years his loads have been getting bigger and his orgasms were taking longer to shake off. When he could finally stand he peeked out of the shower and looked at the clock.

“Jeez,” he mumbled.

He had been producing that solid beam of cum for almost ten minutes. He showered off all the cum and rinsed the shower walls and ceiling.

When that was over with Blake thought about shaving or if he should leave his hair alone. He decided to shave his arms and shoulders, really showing off his massive buff arms. He gave his face a solid trimming giving a clean but stubbly appearance. Having a beard might reduce the “cuteness” he was afraid of.

Next he thought about shaving his chest. Similar to his face his pecs were never hairy but had little fuzz. Blake thought if he’s gonna wear a speedo all day then at least he’ll look like a man in it. It made him feel more comfortable and he needed any comfort he could get. So he only tamed his chest hair not removed it entirely.

Then he pulled on his speedo and gave himself a good look in the mirror. He flexed a little, even cracking a smile. He almost thought he looked like those hot models he jerked off too. Right then his dick stirred a little and he quickly boned up to his full size tenting his speedo again. Blake rolled his eyes, he had finished jerking off his morning wood a few minutes ago and he already had to bust again.

He pulled down his speedo and hung it on the towel hook then went back in the shower and rubbed out a quick one. Even though he busted not too long ago his load was still thick and full. Almost five minutes later Blake finally stopped cumming.

When he snapped out of the after-orgasm glow, he cleaned up then pulled his underwear on. Then he thought for a second. He took off his underwear, pulled his speedo back on then put his gym shorts on over that.

“Huh, convenient,” he thought.

He put on a plain t-shirt, some flip flops and a baseball cap then with his duffle bag of supplies in hand he was out the door to meet Aiden and Freddy. Blake wasn’t ready for his impending embarrassment but he was as ready as he’d ever be. He just hoped he could keep it calm down there. Blake met up with Aiden and Freddy. They were both leaning against Aiden’s truck with smug looks and Blake could feel the self satisfied mood they were in.

“Yo, big boy, you ready for an awesome beach day,” Freddy said.

“No,” Blake responded in a low sad voice which was more or less his normal voice.

“Don’t be like that, it’s gonna be a great day,” Freddy said.

Freddy pitched Blake’s cheek, Blake swatted his hand away. Both Freddy and Aiden were holding back chuckles.

“Would you two stop it.”

“Oh, lighten up, it’s only for a day, speedo boi,” Freddy said.

“Don’t call me that.”

Freddy rolled his eyes. “Fine, big boy.”

Blake threw his bag in the bed of the truck and the three boys piled in. Blake’s height, width and overall massive size made it hard to squeeze in the back seat of the truck, he took up the whole back row and had to duck his head. Aiden started the truck then said,

“Your arms are twice as big as me and Freddy’s combined and you still won’t go sleeveless?”

Both Freddy and Aiden wore cut offs today, unlike Blake.

“You know I never go sleeveless, even when I’m at the gym.”

“What a shame that is,” Freddy said.

Aiden shot Freddy a look. “Look, you guys know I don’t like showing off my body.”

Both Freddy and Aiden put on their sunglasses then Aiden adjusted the mirror so he could look Blake dead in the eye.

“That’s all gonna change today,” Aiden said.

Freddy hooked up his phone to the car radio via Bluetooth and began playing Who Are You by The Who. Freddy was into vintage music and took any opportunity to demonstrate that. Blake pressed himself against the seat and gulped. Aiden floored it and the boys were off to the beach.

The whole time he was in the car Blake didn’t say much but that was normal of him. Up front Freddy and Aiden chatted about finals and Freddy admitted that he totally bombed his chem final. Aiden also admitted that he probably scraped by with a C- for his Calc final.

“Did you guys study at all?” Blake asked.

“I studied enough for the classes I care about,” Aiden said.

“I didn’t study at all,” Freddy said with triumph.

“Jeez, I made sure to study for all my finals and I still think I failed several of them.”

“Look at Mr. Goody-two-shoes over here,” Freddy said.

“I’m sure you did great on your finals. You’ve been a straight-A student your whole life,” Aiden said.

“I want to put in my best effort, you know. My dad always told me about the importance of getting good grades.”

“Whatever, smarty pants,” Freddy said.

Freddy saying the word pants reminded Blake that he wasn’t gonna be wearing any pants the second they got to the beach. Freddy and Patrick exchanged more basic banter about school and who to bet on on Fan Duel and DraftKings. During all that Blake stared out the window. Not too much later they arrived at the beach. There wasn’t a parking lot so they had to park on the street. The only thing between them and the sand was a small sidewalk and some feeble fencing around the dune grass.

“Shoot, I forget there’s a parking meter,” Aiden said.

“How many quarters do you have?” Freddy said.

“Let me see.”

Blake crossed his fingers they didn’t have too many quarters. Aiden went through the center console cup holder to search for any quarters.

“I think I’ve got a couple.”

Blake’s finger crossing turned into praying. When Aiden gathered all the quarters he could find he counted them in his hand.

“This will give us about seven hours,” Aiden said.

Blake squinted in distaste. It was only about 1:00 p.m. so if they stayed the whole time that would mean he’d have to wear his speedo until 8:00 p.m. It goes without saying that Blake was hoping that if he was going to have to do this it would at least be for a short time.

“Seven hours ain’t too shabby, what do you think big boy?” Freddy said.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Blake said through his teeth and he’d also given up on trying to get Freddy to stop using nicknames. On the inside he was greatly irritated but he was too nice to push the issue. The boys unpacked the truck and Aiden put the quarters in the meter then they were off down the beach.

The sun was blazing with very few clouds for cover but the ocean breeze was enough to keep the air tolerable. Blake was the first to kick off his flip-flops and experience the tickle of sand between his toes. That was a simple pleasure he enjoyed. Soon Freddy and Aiden did the same and three boys were getting closer to the water. It was almost show time for Blake and his heart was racing and his nerves were on fire like the hot sand under their feet.

Aiden pulled off his shirt showing off his buff muscular build and Freddy did the same. He wasn’t as big as Aiden but he was cut to shreds. Blake despite being more jacked then the two of them combined he didn’t take off his shirt. He was biding his time as long as he could.

“How about here?” Aiden said.

It was a decent spot, the sand was still dry but close enough to the water to hear the waves. Freddy and Blake agreed and they began setting up. Aiden and Freddy were wearing their board shorts before they even got in the truck so only left was Blake. He knew he couldn’t hold this off any longer.

“All right, big boy, time to shine,” Freddy said.

With a deep breath Blake first pulled off his shirt then pulled his shorts down. Now only his tight bright red and black speedo, he stood there deep in shame. His face turned so red he looked sunburned and he instinctually put his hands in front of his crotch. He expected Freddy and Aiden to laugh up a storm but they didn’t, they stared at him examining his body.

“What?” Blake finally said.

“Damn, we knew you were jacked when did you get so fucking yoked?” Freddy said.

“I thought we already established that?”

“We did but because you never flex for anyone and never post any pictures on your Instagram not mention how often you were long sleeves we never realized how fucking herculean you were,” Freddy said.

“Like bro, how much do you weigh and I didn’t know you had a solid eight pack and your obliques are rippling!” Aiden said.

“Last time I checked, 400.”

“Holy fuck dude, forget wrestling and football why aren’t you focusing on bodybuilding or power lifting,” Freddy said.

Blake’s face got even more red.

“Guys stop it, please, you’re making me feel more uncomfortable than I already am.”

Whenever his size was brought up like this was reminded of the pain he experienced getting this body, not only from his dad’s enforcement of fitness but also the drugs he was put on.

“Nah man, you’re beyond good. I wish I could be as tall and jacked as you are and you are not skipping leg day at all,” Freddy said.

“Same here. Joking aside, you actually look really good in a speedo like damn,” Aiden said.

Blake rolled his eyes and sighed. “Well, thanks, guys.” Blake finally moved his hands away from his crotch and that garnered more looks for Aiden and Freddy. There was only one thing they could be gawking at and Blake could figure it out.

“Would you please not stare at my penis?”

“Since when were you hung like a horse?” Freddy said.

Blake was now visibly frustrated. “Seriously, guys knock it off.”

“How have you not banged every bitch on campus. You have it all. You’re tall, have huge muscles, a pretty face and a huge dick.”

“Stop it!” Blake said.

“You should try asking around to see if you can get some action today. I take back what I said before. Forget bodybuilding or powerlifting. Just start an Only Fans and you’ll be rich.”

With boiling blood and a racing heart, Blake was consumed with frustration. He tried his best to be gentle because he knew his hormones sometimes get the better of him. Being pumped full of them wasn’t his fault but he still had to hold back anger. He was this close to showing Freddy what a D1 wrestler was really capable of but then Aiden got between them.

“Okay, Freddy, give it a rest we made our point. Plus, Blake might attract some takers without even trying.”

Blake tried to shrug off Freddy’s and Aiden’s comments and calmed himself down. He was raised to show people who’s boss but he never liked the idea of that. Blake laid his towel down next to Aiden’s and began putting sunscreen on. He was a pale boy who really needed to cake it on or else he’d burn like a marshmallow. Aiden was in the same boat and so was Freddy but both of them were trying to get a tan.

“You’re not gonna try and tan?” Aiden said.

“I’d rather not get skin cancer.”

“Let me guess you brought lots of water and healthy high protein snacks didn’t you,” Freddy said.

“Is that a bad thing?” Blake said, reaching into his bag to take out a low sugar high protein snack bar.

“You’re a responsible soft boy Blake, you know that? You won’t even wear your hat backwards,” Aiden said.

Blake shrugged.

“I just wanna do the right thing.”

“You know Blake out of all us you’re gonna go the furthest, never change that,” Aiden said.

“If you say so.”

Blake was faced with yet another struggle. Getting sunscreen on his back was not going to be easy. First of all he had a lot of ground to cover, it goes without saying Blake’s lats were thick vast wings of muscle and every other muscle on his back was bulging too. Secondly, the size of his arms were not making it any easier.

“Need some help there big guy?” Aiden said.

“Yes please.”

“What, you don’t want me to do it?” Freddy said in a joking tone.

“From how you’ve been acting you’ll get turned on by it.”

Aiden laughed.

“Damn, Blake, since when could you roast?” Aiden said.

“I don’t know if it just made sense to say,” he said.

“I’ll roast you back when I get the chance, speedo boi,” Freddy said.

Aiden squeezed out a huge pile of sunscreen on Blake’s back and rubbed it in. Even though the three of them were solid bros for years he never liked having hands be put on him. What made it worse was 95% naked and in public. Despite being such bros he made sure they never saw him in anything less than full clothes. For gym class and other locker room situations he always changed in a stall. For football and wrestling he’d always wait to be the last one to shower so he could do it alone.

Things got more uncomfortable the closer Aiden’s hands got to his butt. He hated that he liked having Aiden’s hands on him. Finally, he finished and Blake felt like he could breathe again.

When Aiden finished he laid down next to him and chilled. Freddy was doing the same thing. Blake on the other hand was struggling to relax and enjoy the experience because he was faced with yet another challenge.

The next question was does he lay on his back and have his big bulge stick out or does he lay on his stomach and have his huge barely covered butt stick out. He decided that having his butt stick out was less embarrassing even if more skin showed than he’d like, better than having his bulge out for everyone to see. He still thought everyone was staring at him. Every so often he would put his head on a swivel to make sure nobody was looking his way. What he hated was that at least one out of every ten people would flash a glance at him and that was too much for him. Reading Blake’s body language, Freddy spoke up.

“Dude, relax, be happy that people think you’re hot enough to steal glances from.”

Blake was so on edge he needed respite from this embarrassment and Freddy’s comment wasn’t helping.

“I’m getting hot, can I go in the water?”

“Don’t need our permission,” Freddy said.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Blake got up and with his hands in front of his crotch as he awkwardly made it his way to the water. When he got there he waded out to about neck level which for a guy who was 7’ 8” was pretty far out. Being mostly covered by the water made Blake feel much more comfortable and safe. This only allowed more intrusive thoughts to invade his mind.

Why am I so scared of my body, Blake thought. Everyone thinks I’m beautiful and pretty, not to mention completely jacked. I should be okay with showing off to everyone, right? Even my two best straight friends called me out on the size of his penis and muscles. What made it all worse is that Aiden and Freddy were laughing their baboon ass’s off about my displeasure. He should be content with how his dad treated him because it would all pay off in the end when he has a high-paying job, trophies, a hot wife and kids with a big house. At least that’s what he was told when he asked why his dad was doing all those things.

Blake became so lost in these conflicting thoughts about his body he was a thousand miles away as the waves crashed against him. He felt alone and exposed. Little to Blake’s knowledge he attracted a boy who had been watching him for quite some time and was waiting for him to separate from his friends.

“Hey, there, big guy!” a high but soft voice said.

“What!” Blake said. He turned around in panic.

“I was just saying hi there’s no need to freak out.”

The boy behind him was shorter than him but then again who wasn’t. While Blake was standing straight up this boy was treading water. He had short but messy dark hair, long eyelashes and big round blue eyes with plump cheeks with a little bit of blush to them.

Even though only his head was above the water, it was clear enough to see whoever this guy was average in terms of muscles. Well built with big muscles from head to toe but a little chunky in places. He could also see he was wearing a black speedo too which put Blake more on edge. If Blake only had this guy’s face and voice to go by he’d assume he was talking to a high schooler which was not okay in his mind.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna ask my name,” the boy smiled, making his cheeks plump.

“First of all, how old are you?” Blake asked with a sense of urgency.

The boy laughed.

“I know I look young but I’m twenty one. A lot of people think I’m younger than I really am. That’s what I get for being a baby faced pretty boy.”

That gave Blake some relief he didn’t want to be caught talking to a minor wearing what he was. That would be a bad look, he thought.

“Then what’s your name?”

“My name’s Marty, what’s yours?”

“Blake.”

“Well, Blake, nice to meet you.”

Marty held out his fist to be bumped and Blake hesitantly reciprocated his request. Marty wasn’t sure why Blake was shy. He thought a supremely good looking guy with the confidence to wear a speedo would be way more charismatic and smooth.

“So, what brings you to Ashwood?” Marty asked.

“My friends and I wanted to have a beach day as our first day of summer break, you?”

“Oh, I am a former competitive swimmer but I just can’t stay away from water.”

Marty made a small splash sprinkling Blake in the face with water.

“Can you not, please.”

“Okay, sowy.”

Marty said in a fake baby voice while smiling.

Needless to say, Blake wasn’t amused by Marty’s behavior and was trying to think of a way to ditch him. That being said Blake was trying to bury this thought, he did think that Marty had a very pretty face and his voice was consoling in a way. Not to mention how his body was alluring to Blake.

“Well, my friends are probably waiting for me,” Blake said.

“Can I meet them, I’d love to meet them?”

“Didn’t you come with your own friends?”

Blake didn’t mean for that to come off as harsh as it did and a voice in his head was screaming about how mean that sounded. He was trying to get a read on Marty’s face whether he took that the wrong way or not.

“No.”

“You just came to the beach alone?”

Marty nodded his head a few times.

“I couldn’t stand to be away from the water.”

“Okay…”

“So can I meet your friends?”

“Sure.”

Blake wasn’t sure about all this. This random guy swam up to him when he wasn’t looking and wanted to hang around him all the sudden. Marty on the other hand was even more than ecstatic that Blake didn’t push him away. Obviously, Marty was crushing big time on Blake and wanted nothing more than to spend the whole day getting to know him.

“Here, I’ll race you to shore.”

Marty took off slicing through the water with all the grace of a dolphin. Blake didn’t have such elegance. His strokes were clunky at best to the point he just trudged through the water to finish. Marty had of course made it to shore before Blake did and was waiting. Standing tall and proud, water dripped off his muscular body causing it to shine in the sunlight. Blake couldn’t believe how cute Marty looked. That buff chunky bod, bright cheeky smile with that sparkle in his eye. What Blake had to stop himself from doing was stealing glances at his bulge. By the looks of it Marty was pretty hung.

“I wasn’t expecting it to be that easy,” Marty said.

“I’m not a swimmer like you.”

Marty was puzzled by that.

“Really? I thought you were and or at least had been based on your choice of trunks.”

“Nope, my friends got it for me as a gift.”

“Just showing off the gains I get it. I like showing off too. Well good to know there’s another speedo enthusiast out there.”

“I can tell.”

That made Marty smile but Blake once again couldn’t believe he said that.

“And jeez I didn’t realize you were this yoked and how tall are you?”

“Seven eight and 400.”

“My god you weigh 220 pounds more than me! Blake you’re a monster in a good way of course.”

He knew it was a compliment but he didn’t like it. Same with savage or beast. Those were terms he viewed as derogatory. Even if his dad him that they weren’t.

“My team calls me that sometimes.”

“If you don’t swim, what sport do you play?”

“I’m a D1 wrestler and football player at the university I go to.”

“Wow you must be good because I was only D3.”

“That’s still something to show for.”

“Yeah, I guess so but I stopped swimming so I could focus on classes and my job. So now I’m just a speedo enthusiast.”

“Yeah, it’s not every day you see a guy in a speedo in the States,” Blake said.

“Yeah, but when you do, us speedo boys gotta stick together,” Marty said.

Blake wasn’t really sure what he meant by that but all the worst interpretations went through his head. They got to shore soon after and Marty was walking close to each other while Marty kept smiling at him.

Aiden and Freddy were gonna have a field day when they saw this, Blake thought. They got close enough to their set up for Freddy to spot them coming and he poked Aiden awake from his tanning nap.

“Looks like Blake found himself a boy toy,” Freddy said.

Aiden took off his sunglasses to get a better look then laughed.

“Looks like he found another speedo boy and he’s a cutie too.”

“Everything is going according to plan.”

Aiden and Freddy bumped each other’s fists.

“Now shush, they’re coming,” Aiden said.

Blake and Marty stood in front of Freddy and Aiden.

“Hey guys. I made a new friend,” Blake said.

Blake’s hope was by using the word friend that Marty would take a hint that was 100% straight.

“You two must be Aiden and Freddy.”

“That’s us,” Freddy said.

“I found your friend swimming alone and wanted to keep this big lug company,” Marty said.

“That’s our Blake for you. He likes being alone,” Freddy said.

“Well, I thought I’d reel him back. He looked really sad out there,” Marty said.

“Blake, being a sad boi, how shocking,” Freddy said.

“Shut up, I’m not always a sad boi.”

His tone of voice said otherwise.

“Aw, that’s adorable.”

“You should see Blake after he loses a football game, he’s a big boi sad for hours,” Freddy said.

That made Marty laugh,

“Aw, sad boi hours, can you get any sweeter?” Marty said.

Blake just felt embarrassed and targeted. He already was forced to wear a tight speedo and his friends were picking on him about it and now this other random guy was teasing him too. It’s times like this that made Blake wish he wasn’t so non-confrontational.

Both Aiden and Freddy were gladly taking advantage of that aspect of Blake’s personality. How much more perfect could this get, they thought. Without any effort Blake attracted a cute bubbly gay guy in a speedo no less and he was totally into him.

“Guys please,” Blake said in a mumbly voice. That rage was building in Blake the same he got when Freddy was making fun of him earlier.

“Don’t worry, you’re all good,” Marty said.

He reached over and squeezed Blake’s arm. Between his massive bi-cep and tricep his hand no chance of fully encircling it. Marty’s touch sent a wave of mixed emotions. On one hand he felt terrified and on the other he felt affection that assuaged that building rage. Sweat dripped down his face and his heart raced. He told himself not to like it.

“You okay there, big guy?” Marty said.

“What, sorry I was a thousand miles away.”

“Trust us, Blake hasn’t got a thought between those eyes,” Freddy said.

“You know that’s not true. I get good grades and everything.”

Freddy disregarded that entirely.

“That reminds me. I wanted to ask. What are you guys going to school for?” Marty said.

“Consulting,” Freddy said.

“Accounting,” Aiden said.

“Sports medicine,” Blake said.

“Of course, that’s perfect for you, sporty boy,” Marty said.

Blake just sighed. Meanwhile Aiden and Freddy were loving this.

“And what about you?” Blake said.

“I’m trying to be a scientist.”

“Huh, that’s interesting,” Blake said.

“Yeah, my goal is to move to Hawaii and analyze volcanic activity and maybe help keep our oceans clean.”

“That’s cool. Definitely more interesting than what I’m doing,” Freddy said.

“Same here.”

“It’s another reason why I love this beach. There’s so many cool rock formations. Here, if you guys want to. We can take a walk and I’ll show you.”

As if their minds were one, Freddy and Aiden had the same idea.

“That’s great but Freddy and I are good. Blake, on the other hand, would love to.”

“Cool, follow me, I’ll show you,” Marty said.

Blake’s heart sank. He told himself that he would finally put his foot down and this time he would say no.

“Sure, let’s go,” Blake said.

The two of them got up and started walking away. Blake gave Aiden and Freddy a quick sneer.

Marty and Blake walked a little ways away from Aiden and Freddy. They were out of sight but Blake could still hear their snickering in his head. He knew they were enjoying his embarrassment. After this was over he was going to give them hell for it. Or at least he told himself he would but he knew he’d never work up the courage to do that.

“So your friends are pretty…uh,” Marty said.

“Annoying.”

“I was going to say normal.”

“Yeah, they’re both business majors. So there’s only so interesting they can be, you know.”

“Not you though, you’re a very interesting guy.”

“What makes you say that?”

“For one you’re a giant. You’re so big I bet you were never little even as a kid.”

Blake didn’t want to admit it but Marty was right Blake was always the biggest kid around and it was all because he was forced into it. Anytime anyone brought attention to it he was reminded of the treatment he got from his dad.

“Yeah…anyway so how far away is this rock formation?”

“Not far, let’s keep going.”

The two of them kept walking down the beach and Marty couldn’t take his eyes off Blake the whole time. That same cheeky smile never faded from his face. Blake didn’t like he was doing the same. He wasn’t smiling, that was for sure but he was examining Marty’s body he had to admit it was beautiful.

“What?” Blake said.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

Blake wanted to feel uncomfortable but he liked being complimented on something other than his size. Being cute was something he was told was bad but how could it if someone like Marty said it.

“Okay… thank you.”

Marty stepped a little closer to Blake. Blake was sweating bullets again. Marty wasn’t even trying to hide his stolen glances. Blake told himself to focus on the task at hand which was walking forward. Marty was enjoying himself way too much watching this big sweet heart be shy and nervous.

“We’re here.”

Ahead of them a giant burnt orange rock that was a very unique shape.

“It’s called a sea stack and sometimes the water breaks through them and makes an arch. Let’s go under it. It’s really cool I promise.”

Marty ran to the water and dove in with serene grace. Slicing through the water like an animal he got under the arch in minutes. Blake, on the other hand, clunky and clumsy, splashed his way into the water and tried to follow Marty but ended up taking longer.

“See, I told you it was cool under here.”

Blake admired how the water reflected light on the ceiling of the arch. It looked like the water itself was flowing in across the stone.

“Yeah it’s really cool.”

Blake wanted to enjoy the scenery but he realized he was alone with Marty in a secluded area and that put him on edge.

“So wanna tell me about yourself?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like what’s your workout routine?”

“Well, I do a powerlifting style mixed with some more bodybuilding style stuff too.”

“Big and strong.”

“Yeah and I do stuff to improve my football performance. Like conditioning and stuff.”

“Cool, I wish I could have a body like you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I! Big, buff, tall, and big somewhere else too.”

Blake gulped. He wanted to sink deeper into the water and never surface.

“Well, I gotta eat a lot and the way I got this body isn’t great.”

Marty feared the worst.

“Um… did you take roids?”

“Um… I didn’t know what I was put on, but it made everything bigger.”

“Huh, put on, what do you mean?”

“I think I’ve said too much this is personal and I don’t like to talk about it.”

“Oh…okay.”

Marty had realized he’d gone too far and decided to change the subject to something less intrusive.

“So what do you do for fun?”

“Well, I have to do a lot of studying but when I’m not doing that I’m at the gym.”

“It makes sense for a big guy like you to be at the gym a lot.”

“Yeah, it helps me relax even if it doesn’t look like it.”

“I mean I get it. A long day of studying. You need to wind down with something that doesn’t involve staring at a page or screen.”

“Yeah…”

The two of them fell silent for a few minutes before Marty chimed in with an idea.

“Hey Blake, I’ve got something I want you to do.”

“What?”

“On top of this rock there is something shiny up there. I’ve tried to climb it but I always fall into the water. Maybe someone big and strong like you can get up there and grab it for me.”

“What’s the shiny thing?”

“I don’t know that’s why I want you to go up there and grab it.”

“Okay.”

Blake and Marty left the water and gained a better vantage point to where the glint of the object could be seen atop the sea stack

“That there, I’ve always wondered what it is.”

“And you think I can get it.”

“I think you should try.”

Marty put his hand on Blake’s shoulder and squeezed it. The strongest wave of emotions washed over his whole body. Every time Marty touched him he hated that he liked it.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Marty smiled as he turned away from Blake. Another thing Blake hated was that he couldn’t take his eyes off Marty’s cute face. Staring at him gave him chills. He parted from Marty and began feeling out the rock face for places to grab. The whole time he was trying to push out his intrusive thoughts.

“Stop it Blake, he’s just a friend, a new friend that’s all. He doesn’t give me googly eyes, I’m just imagining things. And I need to snap out of it,” Blake told himself. That mantra didn’t help at all because Blake’s mind was sent spiraling again. “He’s so cute and his voice is so pleasing to listen to and those eyes are so pretty… no stop that Blake!… I wanna hold him and cuddle with him…I can’t that’s gay and I’m straight!…he touched me and it felt so romantic…”

“Wow you’re a good climber,” Marty said.

Marty said from ground level.

“What?”

Without even noticing, during his mental spiral Blake had climbed all the way to the top.

“I said you’re a good climber,” Marty said.

“Huh, yeah sorry I was spacing out.”

During Blake’s climb Marty got a good show of Blake’s back muscles moving and flexing as well his huge butt jiggling and power legs too.

“Do you see the shiny thing?”

Blake looked around to find the shiny object. It wasn’t that hard to spot because it shined a rainbow sheen in the sun. It was a conch shell.

“I found it, it’s a seashell.”

“Cool, bring it down so I can see it.”

“I’m not sure how I’m gonna bring it down. I need to use both hands to get down.”

“Then pitch it to me and I’ll catch it.”

Blake tossed it to Marty and he caught it with ease.

“Perfect now, come on down.”

Blake climbed down and stood next to Marty. He got another good show of Blake’s muscles in action. The two of them stared at the seashell for a while before Marty spoke up.

“It’s very pretty.”

“Yeah, you’re very pretty. I mean, it’s very pretty.”

Blake’s face turned so red he might as well have been sunburnt. Marty knew that Blake’s Freudian slip was a true statement but he didn’t want to push it too hard so as not to scare him off. That did, however, alert Marty that he had this boy in the bag. On the flip side he was still a little puzzled by what Blake had mentioned earlier about being out on drugs.

“Just a slip of the tongue,” Marty said.

“Yes definitely,” Blake said.

“Hey, I got an idea, let’s build a sand castle.”

“Really, isn’t that a bit childish?”

“Says who?”

“I don’t know who, but it feels weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all. And even if it is, who cares.”

Marty strolled off down the beach to look for a good dig site.

“Well, aren’t you coming?”

“Um…, okay.”

Marty led them to where the sand wasn’t quite wet but wasn’t quite dry. Blake started building walls and moat and when Marty saw this he made sure to place a small piece of beach wood as the bridge.

“Gonna have some way to get in,” Marty said.

“Okay…”

In his head Blake thought that it would be perfectly fine being inaccessible.

“Oh, I know what will complete this.”

Marty took the shell and stuck it in the castle keep.

“Perfect.”

“Yeah… perfect.”

A wave came up close enough to make the outer walls of the castle collapse. Blake was made downtrodden by that despite calling this childish he felt kinda sad the work he put into it all came crashing down with a single wave.

“Dang it…” Blake said.

Marty sat right next to Blake and rubbed his back. That made a chill run up Blake’s spine but he didn’t want Marty to stop.

“Yeah, and a strong force can make any walls come tumbling down.”

Blake’s face turned more red. This metaphor was not lost on him. The soft touch of Marty’s hand dragging up and down Blake’s back, feeling each bulging muscle was comforting but he didn’t want it to be.

“Hey Blake, do you always have sad eyes?”

“What?”

“Your eyes. There’s always big and sad looking.”

“Oh.., I guess that’s just how my face is formed.”

“Well, I think that’s cute.”

Blake shivered. He couldn’t take this anymore.

“Marty, stop!”

The sudden raise of his voice made Marty put his hand off his back. He also scooted away from him.

“Was that too much? I’m sorry I should have asked.”

Blake stood up and put space between himself and Marty.

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I didn’t want to hate it but I’m confused.”

“Did I come on too strong? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have. I should have given you space.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m straight, okay? Got it?”

“You think I believe that?”

“You have to because it’s right and I can’t be gay because that’s wrong.”

“Who told you that, your friends over there?”

“No, my dad back when I was kid always told me I needed to be straight.”

“Was he the one who put you on those drugs you mentioned?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.”

“I think you have too.”

Blake stepped away and turned around a few times with his hands on his head. He was disgusted and scared he was really going to spill his life story to a stranger. Blake thought he hasn’t said no to Marty all day why start now.

“Fine, you wanna know what happened to me. Why am I so scared of my body yet could crush boulders between my pecs. Fine I’ll tell you!”

Marty was starting to regret trying to get with Blake. He went into this thinking he was a head empty himbo with a huge dick. Instead he got more than he bargained for.

“My dad told me I needed to be manly, tough, strong and straight.”

“And so he put you in roids?”

“Not those, he said those would make my dick smaller and that wouldn’t be good. So he put me on some experimental HGH. And that’s why I’m so huge and horny! And I hate that because I was told my dick should only be used on women to have kids.”

“So he wanted you to be manly but didn’t want you to use what makes someone manly in his eyes?”

“Yes…, I think or at least that’s what I can put together. And he wanted me to be smart too. And be rich and have two kids and a wife and a white picket fence around a nice house. and ..and…and!” Blake sat on the ground then lay down on his back spread out like a star. “Are you happy now?”

“That’s a lot.”

“And I don’t know anymore. My boneheaded friends beat me in a poker match and now I’m stuck wearing this all day.”

Blake pointed to his speedo. “So you aren’t wearing that because you’re showing off?”

“No.”

“Well, I think you look really cute and hot in it. If that makes you feel any better.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“Hey, Blake?”

“What?” Blake said as he sat up.

“When was the last time you were hugged?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You sound like you need one.”

“Hugging was forbidden for me. Affection like that was considered unmanly.”

“Oh yeah, you need a hug.”

“No, I don’t.”

Marty opened his arms and waited because he knew the emotional train wreck Blake was would break.

“No stop that.”

Blake’s eyes were scanning Marty’s body, how enticing it looked. How beautiful and cozy it must be. Marty had made Blake feel some many emotions he never thought he would. Or at least emotions he was taught were unhealthy. At last he broke down crying then opened his arms. Marty jumped up into them and the two of them wrapped each other up embracing one another as tightly as they could.

“Big boys need love too,” Marty said.

“I’m a big boy… “

Marty buried his face in Blake’s chest and dug his hands into his back. Blake took the next step and pressed his bulge against Marty’s. There wasn’t any space between their compressed bodies.

“Blake.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not straight.”

“I know…”

“You need love, a certain kind of love.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be you’re gonna love this.”

“Can we go somewhere private?”

“I know just the place.”

Marty led Blake to the sea stack and he found an alcove where they could make love. They started warming up by Marty massaging all of Blake’s oversized muscles. Blake was almost in tears from how beautiful this felt.

“Tell me how big is that beast gonna get?”

“It starts off at 9 inches then grows to a foot. sometimes bigger if I’m really horny.”

“Damn.. that’s huge!”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Duh, you got a porn star dick, now let it rip!”

Marty dug his hands deeper into Blakes muscles. Putting some real effort in squeezing his traps. Then he dragged his hands down to Blake’s massive shoulders then to his pecs where he put the most effort into squeezing and squeezing.

He couldn’t believe that every time Marty hefted his pecs he felt it in his dick. When Marty would pinch his nipple his dick would lurch. Marty then dragged his hands down his lats and back, getting very close to his butt. Blake loved his touch, he needed this affection, he needed this passion.

It was at the point that Blake stopped holding back and let his dick harden. Marty never blinked once as he watched Blake’s dick stir underneath the tight fabric of his speedo. Rapidly it grew longer and thicker as it hardened.

9…10…11…12!

His bulge became a tent that stretched his speedo to the max.

“That’s sooo hot,” Marty said.

Marty worked Blake’s muscles harder. Then Blake became terrified at what he felt next. He let out a soft moan as a large stain surfaced at the tip of his speedo tent.

“Um…” Blake muttered.

“That’s so adorable.”

“I get leaky sometimes.”

Out of nowhere Blake felt something between pain and pleasure shoot through his dick. He gritted his teeth and grunted.

“Blake, what’s wrong?” Marty said.

“I don’t know but my boner hurts!”

12…13…14!

A few holes appeared on the seams of his speedo then,

*RIP!*

Blake’s massive boner tore his speedo off leaving him butt naked. In a flash his hard cock slabbed his abs making a smacking noise. His face turned red as it gained a few more inches and pre-cum seeped out..

16…17…18!

“I..I…”

Blake was at a loss for words.

“When I said let it rip. I didn’t mean to rip your speedo off, and holy fuck that’s a massive boner!”

Marty was laughing but Blake wasn’t. His hard cock began throbbing harder.

Throb…Throb…Squirt!

A long rope of pre-cum shot out and landed right on Blake’s abs and pecs.

“Oh my god, Blake!” Marty said through his laughter.

“Hold on, there’s gonna be another one..,” Blake groaned.

Throb…Squirt…Throb…Squirt!

Two larger ropes of creamy pre-cum shot out from Blake’s massive boner and landed on his body. Blake felt so light headed he thought he was going to pass out.

“You got an impressive dick Blake.”

“My penis has never done this before. I don’t know what’s happening, I’m scared!”

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

“Oh god,” Blake moaned in sexual agony.

His huge shaft was drenched and there were big splatters of cum on his chest and abs.

“Man Blake you must have a lot of cum in those big balls!”

“Yeah,.. I don’t know how else to say this but I gotta cum now!”

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

A puddle of pre-cum was forming between his legs. Marty was watching Blake’s dick like it was a work of art.

“You must be so horny you’re dick couldn’t help but grow bigger and bust!”

The veins on Blake’s boner were undulating. It rapidly gained more size

19…20…21…22…24!

The head turned purple and the shaft became reddish.

“It hurts really bad like it’s bruised.”

“Well, Blake, your body wants one thing and it won’t rest until it gets it, c’mere big boy!”

Marty stopped massing Blake’s muscles and gripped his rock hard cock with both hands. That squeeze made a solid long rope shoot out. There was still plenty of room on his shaft even with two hands stroking it. Each complete stroke caused globs of pre-cum to extrude from Blake’s boner so much that Marty used it to coat his shaft.

“Don’t need lube when you make it yourself.”

“I swear this isn’t normal I swear.”

“I hope it becomes normal.”

Blake didn’t know what to do, he’d never been serviced like this before. The only thing he thought to do was to join Marty in the stroking of his cock. It took all four of their hands to cover every inch of his boner. Double the hands meant double the pre-cum. In no time at all both their hands and forearms were gloved in white.

“Jeez, dude when was the last time you busted?” Marty said.

“I did it twice this morning.”

“Then why is there so much pre-cum I mean I’m not complaining but how.”

“I don’t know but it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

“To have the hands of someone you like on your dick is a beautiful feeling.”

“I want to put my hands on yours.”

“Please do.”

Marty’s own speedo had been well tented for sometime now and Blake was aghast at how much he wanted to play with it. Marty let go of Blake’s cum drenched dick and bucked his hips forward to brandish his hard cock. For the first time ever Blake was overjoyed to see another man’s hard cock. He pulled Marty’s speedo down letting his dick fling up. The next thought to go through his mind scared him but he couldn’t stop himself.

Losing all control he shoved Marty’s dick in his mouth and sucked on it hard as he could. Not even gagging once he shoved more inside it. Marty moaned as he instinctively grabbed Blake’s head and made him bob his head faster. A force stronger than his own compelled Blake to grab Marty’s ass while he sucked harder. Blake’s big hands were perfect Marty’s massive cushion. In response he drove his hands through Blake’s hair. When Blake had to let go for air then he went to Marty’s lips and pressed them against Marty’s. Using every inch of his strength he held Marty in place as he let his lips do the work. They grind their hard cocks so hard they could start a fire. Blake was oozing and shooting precum the whole time.

“I’m gonna go inside you, now!”

Blake’s masculine urges took over and he pushed Marty into the sad then he shoved every inch of his two foot dick inside him. “Must breed this boy!” Blake was screaming in his head. His hips were moving so fast it might as well have been a blur. Marty was moaning in sexual bliss and Blake rearranged his organs. Faster, harder, stronger Blake thrust and pushed. Blake laid on top of Marty, trapping him in a prison of muscle. He was even biting his neck. Marty whispered as he came. Blake’s load was building to burst.

He thrust more and then let out a power drawn out beastly roar as the dam broke. Marty was filled in second and more cum exploded outward everywhere. Blake pulled his dick out of him as the geyser kept erupting. The rock walls were coated in Blake’s load. Marty was paralyzingly watching the beastly masculine display of Blake.

“More more more!”

Blake shoved his cumming com back inside in Marty and thrust enough to make Marty cum again. Blake was showing signs of stopping as his sole goal became breeding this boi.

The sun was setting by the time Blake was finally spent and cum had coated every surface in a 10-foot radius. Now they just lay in the pound of Blake’s cum in each other’s arms.

“That was fun but I can’t walk around naked,” Blake said.

“Aw, I wish you could.”

“I bet you would.”

“Here, I think I got something you could wear.”

The two of them got washed up in the ocean. They were both drenched in jizz after all. Then they started walking back to Marty’s set up. Blake was trying his best to hold the newly extended dick. Even soft it didn’t lose a single inch. Two feet inches of cock was balled up in Blake’s hands as he tried to cover it. He gave up trying to hide balls they were way too big at this point. When they got to Marty’s set up, He went through his backpack and pulled a speedo for Blake to wear.

“What size is that?” Blake said.

“30.”

“That’s even smaller than my last one!”

“To be honest, my waist band isn’t 30 it’s a 34 but I like wearing extra small ones. So sorry this is all I got.”

Marty wasn’t sorry at all; he couldn’t wait to see his new boyfriend in an even tighter speedo. Without any choice Blake squeezed himself into Marty’s loaner speedo. His butt was basically bare and his now massive dick didn’t fit in the front at all. It looked like a rugby ball sized object was crammed in it. The elastic around the legs holes were digging into Blake’s huge juicy thighs and his cock had no room to breathe at all.

“I guess it’s better than nothing,” Blake said.

“Aw, don’t be like that you look adorable. Just try not to get hard, you will rip it if you do.”

“Okay, let’s get back to Aiden and Freddy.”

Marty wrapped his arms around Blake.

“Will you carry me, big boy.”

Blake couldn’t help but caved. He scooped up Marty in his arms and put him in a princess hold. Then he walked with Marty in his arms the whole way back to where Aiden and Freddy were. The whole way back Blake was beyond self-conscious. His newly grown junk and giant nearly bare butt sticking out for all to see was making him super anxious. Marty was giving him googly eyes though and that made him feel better.

They were approaching where Freddy and Aiden were and Blake took a deep breath.

“S’up, love birds,” Freddy said.

“Hi,” Blake said.

“What happened to that speedo we got you and why is your bulge so big?” Aiden said.

All Blake could do was blush.

“Y’all aren’t going to believe this but Blake’s dick just started growing the minute we started going at it,” Marty said.

“Yeah…” Blake said.

“I don’t know why you sound sad, that’s awesome. By the looks of it you’re hung like a fucking whale,” Freddy said.

“I’m not complaining,” Marty said.

“I’m just happy you can finally accept who you are and found a sweet cutie to be your boyfriend,” Aiden said.

“Yeah…” Blake said.

Marty kissed Blake on his cheek and that washed away Blake’s sad boi face.

“Should we show him how?” Freddy said.

“Now would be a good time.”

Aiden and Freddy pulled down their trunks revealing they were both wearing matching speedos. They put each other’s arms around each other and kissed.

“What!” Blake said.

“Yeah, we’ve been dating for a few months now,” Aiden said.

“So that’s why were you mad when Freddy was staring at my dick.”

“Exactly.”

Aiden shot Freddy a dirty look.

“Hey, can you blame me? Look at that hunky himbo!” Freddy said.

“He sure is a hunky himbo and he’s all mine,” Marty said.

He gave Blake another kiss.

“Careful you keep doing that, you’ll give him hard,” Freddy said.

Blake blushed again.

“I’m gonna take you home,” was all Blake could say. Blake put Marty down to give him a hug. Aiden and Freddy joined in the group hug.

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Stuff in the cellar by Charles Westfall Richard is already good-looking and abnormally hung when he discovers some alien equipment in the cellar of his new house—including a vat of goo that transforms him into someone even hotter and more hung. And there’s no way Richard’s keeping his new gifts to himself. 4 parts 15k words Added Jul 2002 25k views 5.0 stars (9 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cum•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Pointy Ears•Size Increase •t/t•t/t/t