Coming of age

by Also Known As

 Jerry’s teenaged nephew comes to visit him in San Francisco, and turns out to be very huge, very beautiful and very uninhibited.

Added: Feb 2019 12,660 words 21,796 views 5.0 stars (15 votes)

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I knew very little about my nephew save his name and his age. My half-sister’s son was given the unfortunate task of growing up with a certified lunatic. To be fair, my parents had disowned us both, but for different reasons, but that connection had not solidified my relationship to hers as the family outcasts, mostly because I considered myself normal and human, and she was a crazed loon.

She had been living in a commune of some sort, and believe it or not the group was some sort of UFO cult or something, though what they really believed I wouldn’t know until Joe joined my household (being me and my dog, Buddy). So she had been disowned for being just weird, while my own rejection was quite a bit more mainstream than that. When I came out to the parents at the age of 19, I was summarily dismissed from the house as a fruit and a blight on the good name of Lawson. So it was that I moved out and never spoke to them again.

Joe’s upbringing had to have been as odd as my sister. Surrounded by the weird fanaticism of a religion that believed, as far as I could tell, that the Earth had ‘visitors’ from some distant planet on it, and they would mingle with us and guide us and some such horseshit, which I guess is no more far-fetched than the idea that some bearded dude is sitting on a throne in the clouds doing the same thing.

Maybe it helped that I believed neither possibility.

I knew of Joe, but there were no communications between Diane and I, and certainly no pictures. He was now just turned 18. I was 28. Diane and I shared mothers, but her father was long gone by the time mine showed up, and she was ten years my senior, more often my baby sitter than my sister. Now she was gone, and somehow I was the only person in the world she trusted enough to raise her son.

I didn’t know who the father was, but he was evidently gone. All my questions to the organization where she’d been up in Oregon had gone unanswered except one – Joe would be arriving today.

I lived in San Francisco, in a one-bedroom apartment in Twin Peaks. It wasn’t a big place but it offered an amazing view of the city and a quick walk down 17th to the Castro. It was convenient and it was comfortable, but how I was going to fit a teenager into my life was something I had yet to figure out.

‘Unprepared’ is a word that pales in comparison to what I felt when I answered the knock on my door that Sunday. Turning the handle and pulling it open, the man – not boy – that stood on my threshold was beyond beautiful, and built like a brick shithouse.

This was trouble.

Now, I’m not a small guy. At 6’2” and 210 pounds, I am one ripped and buff stud. I work out five days a week, I am on my bike and up Mount Tam every Sunday, rain or shine, and I am proud of how I look and how strong I am. So maybe you can imagine what I felt when I was confronted with a guy who looked like he outweighed me by a good twenty pounds – all of it muscle – and I had to look up to see his face.

And what a face! Jesus! I must have stood there gawking for a minute or so before he said, “Uncle Jerry?” I could hear Buddy barking from the bedroom and I woke from my daze to say, “Joseph?” and watch the kid’s smile spread across his smooth, tanned features.

Then he dropped his duffle and embraced me in his arms. I could feel every hard contour of his brawn pressing against me. Then, amazingly, he kissed me on the lips. It was a short, introductory gesture but I wasn’t expecting it and my reaction caused him to pull away slightly and stammer an apology. “Oops,” he said, “sorry. I keep forgetting.”

His words didn’t quite register and I nodded and mumbled, “S’okay, I just… Jesus you’re big!” His smile grew incandescent and he nodded.

“Yeah, sorta. Um, can I come in?” His brows arched until the disappeared under his dark honey-colored locks. His hair was long and shining. He was wearing a T-shirt that looked to be one size too small above a pair of jeans that hung off his narrow hips. A couple of inches of flesh was bare between the hem of the shirt and the low waistband, and he displayed a tight, flat belly as tanned as his face. His navel looked like a little smile on the smooth contour of muscle. I opened the door wider and he picked up his bag and came inside.

I paused to catch my breath, breathing in his earthy scent as he passed, and shut us both inside my small place. He had deposited his bag on the floor and stood in the center of the room, looking around. My place was well-appointed, showcasing my tastes in mid-forties furniture and modern art. The wood floors gleamed and the sun’s reflection was thrown up his body, making his muscular angles stark and obvious inside that small shirt. “Welcome,” I managed to say at last. “Do you want something to eat? You hungry?”

He shook his head. “Nah, m’okay. Could use a glass of water, though?”

“Yeah! Yes, of course. Just water?”

He shrugged, his shoulders mounding into mountains. “What else you got?”

“Orange juice, San Pellegrino, uhh, I might have a bottle of beer or… wait, you’re 18.”

He smiled again. “Yeah.”

“You sure don’t look it, Joseph.”

“Just Joe.” He was looking at the couch. So polite! I would have to get used to that.

“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

He sat down and clasped his hands at his knees. More of his fine, straight hair fell forward across his face and he pushed it back over one ear, his bicep balling into a huge muscle. “You have a really cool place, Uncle Jerry. I like the art.”

“Thanks, a lot of it is by locals. Undiscovered talent, you might say.”

“That’s cool.” His voice, separated from the overwhelming physicality of his presence, was light and easy and colored with honesty. It was deeper than I would have expected, but with a body that size maybe that was normal – although my definitions of normal were about to be drastically challenged. “You like it here?”

“Twin Peaks? It’s nice. A little pricey.”

“No, I meant San Francisco.”

I came back with two glasses of water, handing him one. “Sure, it’s great. You know I’m gay, right?” He shrugged. “So, it makes it easier. I often forget how easy we have it here when I go almost anywhere else, except in Europe. Parts of it, anyway.”

“Why are you gay?” My expression probably gave me away, because he said again, “Sorry, I keep forgetting.”

“That’s okay. Keep forgetting what?”

“How it is out here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back… home, nobody cares about that.”


“Stuff,” he said, then he looked at me again, intently. “Sex stuff.”

“What do you mean?”

He leaned forward. “It’s like… everyone’s so scared or something here. It wasn’t that way back home. No one was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

He tilted his head. “Kissing. Like when I kissed you. And you pulled away.”

“Oh, well….”

“And fucking.” He said it bluntly. “It’s like everyone has to, like, be something or fall into a category and try to, sort of, not…” He scrubbed his hand through his hair and fell back into the couch, exposing more inches of tanned flesh above his jeans again. His other hand fell to his belly, onto his skin, and crawled up under his shirt. His stomach was a cobblestone street, and even relaxed his six pack was cleanly defined. “Do you mind if I…?” But instead of finishing the question, he was stripping out of the T-shirt, pulling it up over his body.

Good God where had this boy developed such a body? As he pulled the white cotton from his torso, I watched the muscle twist and flex under his golden flesh. He was lean and hard and deeply etched with brawn, gifted with killer obliques and a pair of pecs that put mine to shame. Completely hairless, his skin seemed to glow. Under his arms he had a hint of curls, dark and wet with his perspiration, but that was all. He lay the shirt across the back of the couch, allowing me a view of his shoulders and the three distinct lobes of muscle that bulged from them, before turning back and lowering his arms. His pectorals relaxed into two heavy globes with amazingly fat and perky nips, and he grinned at me as he reached down and his fingers started undoing his jeans.

I was dumbfounded. My mouth hung open but no words came out. He was unbuttoning his Levi’s, exposing a crotch lightly dusted with rough blonde curls. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and now that I looked, I could see the lengthy bulge of him pushing against the dark denim.

“Is this okay?” He stood up, now, and pushed the shoes off his feet and shoved his jeans down his perfect, beautiful, amazing body. His cock was long and fat, his balls hung low, completely hairless, and in moments he was standing in my living room, my ten-years-younger-than-me nephew, stark naked, deeply tanned, golden-haired, with the face of a god and a gloriously muscular and beautiful body.

“Joe, I don’t think…”

“I’m not used to wearing clothes.” He bent to pick up the jeans and started to carefully fold them, putting them with the shirt. “These aren’t even mine, and the shirt was kind of tight.” He settled back onto the couch, absently brushing his limp prick with the back of his hand. He looked down at this tool with a sort of distracted nonchalance, as if this was how everyone spent their spare time – not watching TV or reading books, but lazing on their couches and worshiping their own huge dicks. He was uncut, with a wealth of foreskin, and the shaft had two fat veins running the length.

“Joe, maybe you shouldn’t…” My cock was throbbing hotly in my pants. I could hardly catch my breath.

He simply sat there and looked up, across the space between us at me. His body was glorious. A perfectly formed collection of youthful brawn, bulging with power. His skin was bronzed, smooth and glowing. “Why not?” He glanced at my pants as I tried adjusting myself. “Oh. Well, if it helps, take off your clothes, too.”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea, under the circumstances.” He started to say something, so I changed the subject quickly. “Joe, I think we should go down into the city and take you shopping.” That wasn’t really what I wanted to do with him, but it made more sense and wouldn’t lead to any arrests.


“Well, frankly, I’m all for nudity. But there are rules about this sort of thing and also anyone with a body like yours parading around naked in this neighborhood on any day that isn’t Pride or Halloween is going to start a riot.” I swallowed hard, “Well, a riot is definite possibility regardless of the actual date.” His belly rose and fell slowly as he breathed. I watched his abs swell and recede, thinking about licking them.

He grinned mischievously. “Really?” A spark came into his eyes that spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E in big capital letters. “I don’t like wearing underwear.” He hefted his fat balls in his grip, but one spilled out, they were that big. “Makes me get all cramped up.”

“Ooookay, but pants, at least? And we’ll find some shirts to stretch over your torso.” Joe flexed for me to display his size. “They make them out of cotton and lycra, they’re very comfortable.”

He shrugged. “If you say so, but I still don’t see the point.” He scratched his crotch, sending his pendulous prick bobbing. “You said yourself you don’t like clothes either.” He peeled back the foreskin and rubbed his index finger across the piss slit. The head was smooth and gleamed like glass.

“I didn’t say that, exactly.”

“You said you like being nude,” he smiled and stood up, stepping towards me, his physical closeness and sheer muscular beauty overwhelming me. “Can I just be naked a while longer before I have to try and put myself back into those clothes?” His eyes flashed and his smile was lascivious. One hand was resting on his firm, cobbled belly. The other was still calmly stroking his monster, and it was showing signs of life, arching forward over his big ballsack and thickening noticeably.

I got up quickly, going toward the bedroom. “I’ll find you some that’ll fit better. You’re a little taller and a lot… bigger than I am,” I admitted, glancing at his cock, “but I have some shorts that’ll work, lace-up jobs with ample room up front, and you can wear one of my tanks. There aren’t any arms to constrict your guns and…”

“My what?”

“Biceps. Guns.” I shrugged. “Gym talk.”

Buddy erupted out of the bedroom and attacked Joe like he attacked every new person he met, with unadulterated love. He jumped against the kid and Joseph welcomed him like they were old friends. “Hey, boy! Who’s a good boy? Yeah! There ya go? Hey, what’s his name?” Buddy was snorting all over Joe, including his cock, balls and ass. If the boy wasn’t bothered, neither was I.

“Buddy,” I said, crossing my arms. “Apparently he hates you.”

“Dogs love me.” He bent down – his prick practically dragged the ground! Fuck, this was going to be a difficult roommate. Buddy was licking his face all over and Joe wasn’t minding at all. “He’s cool!” Joseph stood, and I watched his muscled flex and bulge everywhere as he moved. “Hey, Buddy! Where’s your ball, boy? Where’s your ball?” Buddy knew that word well enough, and he darted toward the couch and began to bark and dance, “Is it there, Bud? Under the couch?” He dropped to his knees and bent down to reach under, awarding me a perfect view of his ass and, more than that, his tight, rosy hole.

His butt was as smooth and hairless as the rest of him. His heavy balls dangled low and there was that huge cock again, lying on the carpet. The muscles of his back stretched and swelled as he reached under the couch and retrieved the bright green tennis ball, looking back at Buddy still on all fours as he rolled the ball away. I think he caught me staring at his ass, because when our eyes met again, he was smiling and wiggled it slightly. “You sure you want me to get dressed?”

He had a fantastic butt, there was no doubt about that, and his hole was so choice and juicy that my groin swelled again as I thought of sticking my tongue up his ass and lubing the way for my hungry cock. I took in a sudden breath and my mouth hung open as I watched him dilate his asshole for me. His butt was winking at me.

“Um…” Shit. Okay, okay, he’s your nephew. Get that thought out of your head. “Yes, I think you’d better.”

He got to his feet and stretched his muscled frame, tilting his torso at an absurd angle that showcased both the extent of his muscular control and the limber nature of his young body. He lifted an arm and took a deep, lengthy whiff of his body’s scent. “Mind if I take a shower? It’s been a long trip.” He moved his hand down the side of his body, starting at the pit and running over the ripples of his intercostals and rubbed a sheen of his sweat along his tight belly.

I swallowed hard. “Sure, no problem. Follow me.” We went to the bathroom and I turned on the water. When I turned around, Joe was standing so close I could hardly move. “Towels are on the rack,” I said.

He smiled, pressing against me. He leaned his mouth to my ear and asked softly, as if this was the dirtiest thing he’d done so far, “You want to join me?” His breath was warm and wet on my ear and I think his tongue brushed against the lobe.

He wasn’t joking, and this was becoming a serious problem for me and my weakening moral fiber, so I left the bathroom and the beautiful and off-limits young man behind and quickly departed. I went back into the living room as I heard the glass shower partition slide open and the tone of the water suggested he was not following me out and pondered this young man who had abruptly come into my life.

I knew nothing about him, or the place he’d come from. I was beginning to understand that the place must have been some sort of weird cult that thought incest and open love and God knew what else was perfectly fine. Now, I considered myself an open-minded person and, to be perfectly truthful, the thought of a couple of hunky blonde brothers getting it on was one of my biggest fantasies. But fantasies are fantasies and this… this was something else.

He was my nephew. Now, it wasn’t like I helped raise him or watched him grow up or anything. We were strangers in every sense of the word. So, was this feeling that it would be wrong for me to act on his advances something that society was foisting on me? Was I worried what everyone else might think? We weren’t going to have any kids to worry about, that was for sure, and fuckin’ A if he wasn’t the hottest, hunkiest, most beautiful and muscular teen I had ever seen in real life or in my dreams, so…

And he was definitely into it, but at that age, does he even have the emotional maturity to know what he’s doing? Can I take advantage of him like that? Is it taking advantage if he’s doing all the coming on and I’m doing all the retreating? Who, really, was taking advantage of whom, here?

I heard something from the bathroom, a soft noise, that I knew intimately and it drew my attention like honey for the bees. Joe was moaning, more than that, Joe was saying something that sounded very much like “Oh, oh God, fuck, oh yeah.”

I told myself I was not going to go look. But when I did glance down the hall, I saw that it was filled with steam. I hadn’t closed the bathroom door behind me. It was wide open. No wonder I could hear everything he was saying!

I walked slowly toward the bathroom, his moans and obviously pleasurable enunciations becoming more distinct. His voice dropped an octave and was amplified in the small, glass-walled space. I paused just as I saw a flash of skin. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. He licked his lips and said, “Jesus, oh Fuck, oh Fuck me,” and it echoed deeply, reaching out to me. His skin was smooth and glassy and his muscles were stretched tight across his chest, revealing every inch of power mounted there, but what drew my attention even from that impressive sight was the fact that Joe had one leg propped against the shower wall. More than that, it was extended up, straight up, so that he balanced on one foot, the other now above his head, as if doing the splits vertically. He’d discovered that the showerhead came lose from the holder and could be moved wherever you were feeling dirty, and at the moment he was apparently feeling very dirty in his ass.

He was pointing the shower-massage at his ass as he stroked himself. I couldn’t fucking believe it. His cock, 9 inches long at least, maybe more since half of it was hidden, was red and fat and he was stroking it fast and hard as he directed the unending stream of pulsating hot water directly at his open, rosy asshole.

He opened his eyes and saw me and smiled. “So good,” he said. “Fuck me, this feels so fucking good.”

What could I do? I nodded in agreement and calmly closed the door.

I stood there in shock, yet again, for a moment, or maybe a minute, as the sounds of his pleasure grew in volume and vehemence until, apparently, he reached orgasm and let out a shout of such deep satisfaction and sexual power that I think the walls shook.

I went back to the living room again to try to collect myself. But all I could think of, the only thing flashing across my vision, was an image of my 6 foot 4 inch, 250-pound nephew standing in my shower with one leg propped over his head as he beat off and fucked himself with a pulsating showerhead.

I was rubbing my crotch, and the wet spot on my jeans, when I heard the bathroom door open and a voice spoke behind me.

“Thinking about me?” His voice awakened me from my reveries and I turned around to look at him standing in the bathroom’s doorway. He was still naked, gloriously so, his skin wet and slick. Steam was swimming around him so that he looked like a God emerging from the clouds into my living room. Droplets glistened on his pubes and his thick, wavy hair hung about his face and shoulders. He was breathing slowly and deeply, his muscled chest rising and falling, his six-pack expanding and contracting.

I tried the approach of just ignoring what I had seen and we had shared. “Of course. You’re sort of hard to forget about.” I turned fully, shoving my hands in my pockets. “You’re dripping on my carpet.”

“Is that my opening to say something like, ‘you make me wet?’”

“You’re not very subtle, are you?”

He shook his head. “Why should I be?” He walked toward me, his hips swaying and his heavy cock still plump and half-erect, swinging like a pendulum and set his palm on my chest. I had to look up slightly to see this youngster’s eyes. “Don’t you want me? To be with me? But you feel like you can’t. Because my mom was your sister.”

Well, that was a cold shower. “Yes. And you’re only 18. Although I have to keep reminding myself of that.”

“It’s just an age. I bet I have more experience than you do, Uncle. Back home, we didn’t share prejudices about what was right or wrong. We did what we wanted to do, if it felt good, and we didn’t hurt anyone.” He moved closed still, so our bodies were touching. “If you’re worried, I won’t tell anyone. No one else has to know. Just you and me.”

I told myself to be strong, that it would be wrong no matter what this beautiful young man was whispering, no matter how badly I wanted this. Without answering, I turned and left him standing there. But I heard him following me and I could feel him behind me – then very literally when he grabbed my ass.

“Joseph, don’t.”

He smiled. “Mind if I get off again before we go?” He reached down and pulled on his fat joint, squeezing the shaft hard and pulling the thing longer still until the helmet swelled like a balloon.

“But,” I said, ignoring my own rule, “you just did.”

He smiled. “I got a load and a half in my balls and if I don’t pump another wad I’m gonna bust.” He grinned as he pumped his cock to full mast and I watched amazed as that huge tool got even longer and thicker, standing up straight and proud as he stroked himself. “Oh, man, yeah. That’s good.” He closed his eyes and used his other hand to pinch his nipple. A fat drop of precum swelled from the eye of his dick and he lubed up his joint.

Now it was my turn. “Jesus Christ!”

He opened his eyes and stopped stroking. “What?”

“You’re already hard? Again?”

He laughed slightly and got back to business. “Oh, fuck yeah, Jerry. Don’t you remember being my age? I’m constantly horny.”

I didn’t notice that he dropped calling me Uncle, but I suppose given my surprise that was natural – since nothing else I’d seen so far was. “I remember that part, but I don’t remember coming twice in a row quite so soon after…”

“My record is eight. Wanna see if we can beat it?” He actually winked at me as he walked over, towering over me as his strokes slowed. He rubbed his thumb through his precum, more was already being delivered, and slicked up the helmet. He sucked the rest off his thumb and went back to stroking. “Give me a hand, Jerry. I need you.”

“Joe, I…”

“C’mon, Uncle Jerry, I won’t tell. Just touch me. That’s all. Just a touch.”

I looked down at his prodigious tool. Precum glazed the head and was running down the shaft. His balls visibly shifted, hanging very low in their sack. He moved his grip down to allow my hand – or maybe both hands – space to fondle him.

He was so fucking hot! And I mean that literally. His cock was on fire! And fucking firm. I moved my grip down his slick cock and felt it swell. “More, Jerry. C’mon, I need to cum. I got a load I can’t keep, I have to cum.” His eyes met mine and I could see his need in them. I wanted to kiss his mouth, wanted to very badly, but instead I moved my hand down his cock and then back up, gripping him tightly. My hand rubbed the lip of his helmet and he seemed to shake slightly, but I withdrew my hand thinking this just wasn’t right, I should be doing this.

He opened his eyes and met my gaze. “You know what they say about dogs?”


“Why a dog licks its own balls?” He parted from me and went into the living room, turned around and sat on his haunches, heels to ass, looking up at me, grinning with that big, fat cock like a flagpole between his legs.

“Because he can?”

His grin opened into a smile and he started moving, reaching his arms out and repositioning himself onto his back. He lifted his legs easily into the air and started to bend them back, demonstrating his flexibility and muscular control again. And I realized what he was proposing to do, and I felt my mouth drop open as that marvelous and monstrous cock crept closer and closer to his mouth.

His tight belly seemed to collapse in on itself and he dropped the dangling, ponderous plum of his dick’s head toward his lips. Slowly, his tongue slipped from his mouth and gently licked the tip of his own prick.

It dropped lower still, his muscular form curling, and his kissed his cockhead with reverence and love. He made a slight, soft sucking noise and I watched his helmet disappear inside his mouth.

“Fuck,” I whispered. He smiled, and pulled himself in further. Veins were popping along the shaft as blood poured into his erection, and I realized that he hadn’t been fully erect before.

Its sheer size as it grew shoved it further inside his mouth. His fingers were rubbing the lips of his asshole as he fellated himself. Buddy, I realized, seemed as mesmerized as I was. He stood next to me with the ball in his mouth watching his new friend suck himself off.

I looked at Joe’s face and he was looking at mine. He allowed his cock to pop from his mouth and a slick of precum was smeared on his lips when he said, his fingers spreading his hole open, “Fuck me. Fuck me while I suck myself. Stick your hard dick inside my hot, wet hole and fill me up with your load.” Jesus. Jesus. What had this kid been doing all this time? Where was this commune – and how could I join it? “Come on and fuck me. I need it. I need you. Now.” He sucked his hardness back into his mouth, his cheeks collapsing and his eyes rolling into his head with complete sexual gratification.

My dick was so hard it hurt. His hole seemed to open to me, even there his muscular control was ultimate. He was fingering himself, plunging in three, then four fingers. As I said, this kid was far from subtle. So far he’d stripped for me, propositioned me at the shower and now he was sucking his own dick with his sweet, hot bubble butt presented open and waiting for my hard, fat cock to feed him.

I started to unzip before I even knew what I was doing. My dick was hotly throbbing and I reached inside and pulled it out. It was huge and hard and a drop of clear honey appeared at the tip. He heard my actions and opened his eyes, not releasing himself from his mouth, and moaned deeply as he eyed my ample tool.

I pushed my jeans off my hips and moved toward him, dropping to my knees and sticking my tongue in his pulsating shower-cleaned hole. He was sweet inside, and warm and I was drooling and licking and tonguing his amazing ass like it was my last meal. I felt his moans against my face as I dug in deep and when I could no longer wait, when I thought I was going to cum at any second, I straightened and started moving the head of my prick against his hole. He was hot and ready, and I spit a wad into my palm and slicked myself up. I could smell him, his personal deep funk of sweat and sex wafting from him like cologne. I leaned over him, against his legs, and moved inside.

He pulled me in. He was tight and fine and hotter than hell, and I closed my eyes and rode his ass as he sucked his own monster dick.

He was bucking against me and I thrust harder and deeper and felt my load close to delivery. A shining pleasure erupted all through me as I came inside him, and I opened my eyes to watch his mouth spilling his own cream from the corners as he pumped into his own mouth.

We came together, watching each other, and I had never experienced an orgasm that powerful and full before. I filled him with cum and it came out his sweet hole and dripped down his ass, so I bent and licked it up, cleaning his butt of my seed and swallowing my own salty cream greedily.

I fell back, collapsing on the carpet, breathing heavy and heard him slurping and swallowing his second load in 10 minutes and felt dazed and giddy and dirty and remembered, fuck! No condom! And then, fuck! My nephew! I just fucked my nephew! And finally, fuck! I just fucked my teenaged nephew!

I would have started crying except that Joseph chose that moment to apply his lips to mine and push his tongue inside my mouth and fill it with the sweet cream of his own load. I nearly choked but managed to swallow it when I noticed a sort of wet, slick sound and felt a weight on my legs and looked up to see his behemoth muscular form straddling mine, his cum-socked dick in his hand, still hard, and he was steadily jerking himself off to what I was sure would be orgasm number three.

“Mind if I give you a shower to repay the one you were kind enough to offer me?” He grinned and started breathing in quick bursts and I knew he was already close. The man could cum on command, apparently, and load number three was about to be delivered all over my hairy chest.

Before I could say “Wait!” or “Stop!” or “Yes, please!” his body tensed, throwing his muscular form into sharp relief, and a fat, thick, hot volley of cream shot from his enormous cock across my face and chest. Another, just as full and just as powerful, followed quickly and his aim improved, hitting me square in the chest. I was licking my lips of his hot cream and he said, “Hungry?” and shot another fat load at my mouth. I opened my lips and was rewarded with another creamy load, his fourth shoot of his third orgasm was as full as his first. I moaned and I think I even laughed as I felt another sudden flash of wet heat on my tits.

He stroked himself until he’d covered me in cum. Drenched me, in fact. No one had that much cum in his balls from his third time, let alone his first. Then he laid that amazing and powerful form down across mine and I felt his lips on my own again and this time our kiss had no pause or awkwardness or embarrassment, we kissed deep and true, and like everything else about him, Joseph was an excellent kisser.

Now we were both painted with his wealth of salty cream and he slid against me, rubbing his dick on mine and thoroughly enjoying the situation he was now completely in control of. “Fuck, Joe, that was…”

He kissed me. “Shut up, Jerry. And fucking kiss me.”

I did.

We made out like boys who had just discovered sex. His hands were as talented as his cum was copious. His mouth and tongue found every sensitive area on my body and I learned that, given the right stimulation, I could cum twice in a row, too. Just not quite as fully as Joe. And for the record, before we were done, he came again, this time in my mouth as I sucked as much of his fat dick as I could manage.

“Five!” he said proudly. “Only four more to go. Ready for a shower?”

I looked down at my cum-coated skin and said, hopefully, “Another one?”

He laughed and got to his feet, offering me his hand. “No, a real shower. I have something I want to show you.”

“If you mean the Waterpic enema trick, I already…”

“No, Jerry. Something even better.”

“Even better than sucking your own dick?”

He nodded, “Even better than that.”

“Mind if I ask you a question first?”

We were eye to eye, and he kissed me and said, “Of course not.”

“You’re not like anyone your age I’ve ever met. And I’m not just talking about how you look, I mean everything. How you fuck, how you cum, how entirely comfortable you are with this situation. What did they teach you up at that commune – and what the hell did they feed you?” I was squeezing his baseball bicep as I said this, and he flexed it, swelling it to enormity with obvious pride.

“What they taught me was that sex is good. Sex is something to share and have without boundaries or expectations. They warned me that it would be different here, that there are prejudices against sex, that people hoard it or refuse to share it except in special and certain circumstances, but they also said that I shouldn’t accept those rules, that they’re wrong, that there is nothing wrong with sharing pleasure and yourself with another human, or with many. They taught me how to enjoy sex, and how to allow others to enjoy sex with me. And how to tell what others will enjoy, and how to gain enjoyment through that. They began teaching me sex when I was nine, and initiated me when I was 12. I have been having sex with others – many other – for four years. I would estimate that I have had close to 500 sexual partners in that time and that I have learned how to make my body do what is most pleasurable.

“As to what they fed me, it’s funny you should ask.” He retrieved his bag (and I watched his ass and wanted it all over again) and unzipped it and pulled out a plastic bag. “This was what I wanted to show you, Jerry.” He opened my hand and poured something small and shriveled and black into it.


Joe grinned. He raised his arm again and made a muscle. He stroked his broad chest and pinched his nipple and looked down, and I followed his gaze and watched his dick inflate in second again to erection, pulsing and throbbing and rising until it stood fully at attention, and moments later a drop of precum swelled at the tip and suddenly it was flowing out like honey. As I continued to watch in amazement, his dick, without either of us touching it, and without any other sort of obvious external stimulation, grew suddenly red, swelled visibly, extended from his groin and shot a thick volley of cum so full and powerful that it struck the ceiling 12 feet over our heads. I looked at his perfect face, he smiled and nodded at his upright cock and it happened again, exactly as before, leaving a dripping puddle of his cream above us. “It’s a little bit more than shrooms.” And he grabbed his huge cock by the base, barely able to wrap his hand around the girth, and smiled as he shot another load from his balls – this one practically cracking the plaster. “Well, a lot more, I guess.” He shot again.

And again.

And again.

“Eight times?” I asked.

He laughed. “Hmm, more like eighteen, but I didn’t want to scare you.”

“What the fuck?” I looked at the shriveled brown matter in my sweaty grip. It smelled earthy, pungent, almost masculine. “This is how you…?”

He shrugged his huge shoulders. He turned around and sat his amazing body on my couch. His prick stood at attention for a few heartbeats before slowly growing limp and hanging itself over his muscled thigh. He was absently playing with the head again, stripping back the tight cowl of foreskin and running his fingertip round and round the slick, glossy surface as he explained, “Maybe there’s more to it than that. Genetics? Who knows? I mean, look at you, Jerry. You and me share more than a few chromosomes, and you’re not exactly a loser in the muscle and handsome department. Not to mention that you also managed to cum twice, as I recall.”

“As for you and me sharing some genes, please don’t remind me. I already feel bad.”

He grinned and glanced at my still-hard dick. “Not too bad.”

“At any rate, I can’t do… that.” I looked up at the glistening splatters on the ceiling, remembering the sight of my nephew shooting cum like a cannon. “And when I was your age, sure as shit I didn’t look anything like you.”

“Whatever. Alls I know is that when I ate some of those things, I’m pretty sure they had something to do with… this.” He gestured down to his body, his muscles and dick, and I think I saw it swell in gratitude. “So I snuck some out and thought I’d.. sort of.. test ’em.”

“Test ’em?”

He nodded. “Eat up, Jerry. And then let’s watch what happens.”


“Why not?”

“They couldn’t possibly work that fast. Nothing works that fast.”

He smiled and shrugged, leaning forward and resting his chin on his fists. “You’re probably right.” He flexed his biceps and I watched the muscle bulge and separate. The lobes of his shoulders joined in. “Nothing works that fast.”

I raised an eyebrow and looked down at my hand. “How much should I take?”

“How old are you, again?”


“Take it all.”


“Trust me, Jerry.” He stood up and walked back toward me, his hips swaying seductively, his blue eyes flashing, every muscle of his amazing body perfectly developed and swollen with masculine power. “Take it all. And let’s watch what happens.”

“Is there any more?”

“Sure, but you won’t need it.” He stood before me, towering above me, smelling of sex and sweat and pure, raw male brawn. “Trust me.”

I sighed. I looked into his face, into his eyes, and I thought, well, what the fuck? I opened my mouth and stuck it all in.

It tasted foul. Horrible. Like dirt or sludge or something you scrape off the bottom of the garbage can. It filled my senses and made my eyes water and I swallowed as fast as I could, nearly gagging on the shit. The taste lingered in my mouth and I could still smell that stuff all over as if I’d been bathed in it.

“Sucks, huh?”

“You could’ve warned me.”

“I’ll warn you now. In a few minutes, you’re going to start to feel very warm. Very. You’ll feel like you’re burning up, swear to fucking god. Your skin, your insides, everything. And your dick? Fuck, Jerry, your dick.” He shook his head and smiled evilly.

“What about my dick?”

“Ever been kicked in the nuts, Jerry?” I nodded slowly. “Well, then that’ll partially prepare you for what you’re gonna feel.” I must have looked like I was going to vomit or hit him or both, because he held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’ll survive. I figure it’s all part of making you able to, you know, go off like a fire hydrant and shower your lover in so much cream that he feels like he’s swimming in it. I mean, your balls have got to take a little punishment if they’re gonna be doing this shit.” And there he went again, his dick inflating in seconds, his balls swelling and drooping and then he shot a volley at my chest that felt hot and wet and good. His cum dripped down my chest and into my crotch and down my legs and he started to laugh as he let loose volley after volley of hot, white cum.

I swam my hands through his cream and closed my eyes as my entire body became lubed in my nephew’s cum. I was a giant prick, and I didn’t want him to stop.

And then the heat started.

I didn’t realize it at first, because his cream was so hot on my skin, but the other heat soon overtook Joe’s flood. He kept on cumming, though. I dimly remembered that he said he’d cum 18 times in a row, once, and I started wondering how much cum that was as he continued to drench me in his salty spunk.

He came and he came, giggling now, and the heat was building in me. I stopped rubbing my body and started to concentrate on the heat, because it felt good. It felt like I was having sex. Everything was hot, and hard, and tingling. I was hitting the first rush of whatever I’d eaten and it felt fucking amazing.

“You’re feeling it now,” my nephew said. He stopped showering me in cum and I felt it slip and drip along my skin. Fuck, I felt so good, so incredible and sexy and fucking hot. “Feels good, don’t it? Yeah, I remember.” I felt his arms surround me, his muscles pressing against me, his body on mine. His hand was behind my neck and I sank into his huge grip and felt his lips brushing mine. The heat continued to build, redoubled with his huge body wrapped around me, his tongue, soft and wet and insistent, pushing into my mouth, his hand moving down, grabbing my ass, gripping the flesh and muscle, and his fingers crawling toward my asshole, rubbing, massaging, pushing.

The heat. The heat was everywhere. It was incredible. I’d never felt so horny ever. And it just kept building. “I’ll be here,” he whispered. “I’m here. I’m here for you.” He was kissing me again, I lifted my leg onto his hip to allow his touch deeper entry and he took it, moving two fingers inside, twisting and thrusting, my ass grabbing and relaxing. “You feel really good, really hot. You want more? You need more inside?” I could feel his hard prick pressing on my stomach and I nodded, unable to speak, and three fingers came in. Four.

The heat was building.

He was so powerful, so strong, so big. “Fuck me,” I managed to say. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me now.”

“I can’t Jerry, not yet.”

“You gotta fuck me, man. I need you inside me. I need every inch of you inside. Fuck, I’m so horny, I can’t stand it.”

“But they said…”

“Fuck what they said.” I pulled out of his embrace and opened my eyes and looked at him. “Fuck me. Oh, Jesus, fuck me right now.”

He was breathing hard looking at my cum-soaked body. I watched his dick pulse and swell and redden, his balls droop again, his whole body, every muscle, tighten and flex and grow under his golden skin. He bit his bottom lip and smiled and stroked himself and nodded.

I rushed against him, the heat was building, and kissed him hard and deep, the heat was building, and he grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around hard, and fast, and the heat was building, and he bent me over and I felt something hot and wet splash against my asshole and smelled him and felt his hand, his touch, pushing his cream between my legs, into my hole, the heat was building, and then he shoved himself into me, inches of him, thick and fat and firm, deeper and deeper inside, so hot, so fucking hot, drenched in his cum, and he fucked my ass, thrusting without stopping, deep, deeper, deeper than anyone or anything, full and hard and perfect.

The heat was overwhelming.

And then I felt it. I could feel it. In my balls. And in my cock. Something like a weight, or a pushing, a heaviness, a mass, a burden, building like the heat. Pushing there, in my balls, on the base of my hard, hot cock.

Joe fucked me. He fucked me with abandon and power and lust. God, oh my god, so good. He was so big. So amazingly huge. Nothing ever felt so good.

My balls began to ache. My body was in flames. I was the sun. I was going to catch fire and burn to a cinder, so horny, so fucking…

Shit, the pain. Sudden and powerful and getting worse. Feeling so good and so bad at the same time. “You want me to stop?” he asked breathlessly. How did he know? What was happening?

“No,” I said, and I meant it. Never stop. Never stop fucking me. Oh Jesus, no, never stop. The pain was amazing. I wanted it to stop, and I could feel my dick tingle like I wanted to cum, but I couldn’t cum. It was like I had to cum but I couldn’t cum. Something was squeezing my balls tight, tighter, holding onto my balls as they filled with cream and twisting them and tugging on them and stopping me from releasing my huge, thick, fat load of hot creamy cum.

My dick weighed 20 pounds. I swear to god. No, 50. I had a fifty-pound cock hanging between my legs, and the whole fucking thing tingled and throbbed and swelled with need and desire and the heat was building, so hot, and my balls were killing me and my skin itched and stretched and the heat was building, no breath now, nothing but the pain and the pleasure and the heat, all there inside me, and Joe fucking my ass and my balls getting bigger and tighter and my 100-pound prick swelling larger and larger.

I heard Joseph say something. I heard him say my name, and something else, something like “star time” or “starring” and he kept fucking me, and I could feel his cum dripping down my legs, he was pumping his cream into my guts, drenching me inside like he did to my outsides and I wondered what he felt like but the pain, the pain was back, I was going to die in a flood of pain and pleasure and heat, the heat was building, and I wanted to cum, I had to cum, I had to.

I heard a soft sound then, something to accompany the sound of two men fucking, a gasp or a sigh, did Joe just sigh? My skin was going to split open, everything felt so tight, so hot and tight and he fucked me so good, he was so good, so big and so good and then… and then… and then…

I came. Fuck did I come. I could feel my whole body swell and throb and the valve was released and the pain subsided and the heat was gone and I was cumming buckets of cream, cumming and cumming and cumming and shouting from the feeling, the overwhelming feeling, cumming and cumming.

Where was I? What was happening? God, so good. Perfect. Perfection. Everything was cumming, my whole body, I stretched my arms wide, I stretched my head on my neck, my legs shook and throbbed and everything felt so fucking good.


“Jesus,” I heard him say. Where was I? I was standing up. I was a fountain, my 200-pound cock spraying my unending load all over the living room, gallons of cum, gallons and gallons, I grabbed onto myself and leaned into the force of my orgasm, used both hands, had to, and I was cumming and cumming and cumming.

His hands on me, now, His hands, his arms, surrounding me from behind, feeling his chest on my back, his lips on my neck, his dick pressing between the globes of my ass. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I knew you’d be beautiful.”

“I can’t stop,” I said. It was true. I couldn’t stop. So much cum. I could feel it.

“You can.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t.”

“I can’t.”

His breath, warm on my skin, as he laughed. “Yes, you can.”

Could I? Could I stop?

I stopped. I stopped cumming. I opened my eyes.

It was everywhere. It was amazing. The place smelled rank and heady with a male musk so deep that it was a wonder no one was fucking it. I felt his embrace grow tighter and I looked down and saw his muscled forearms stretched across a chest that I didn’t own.

Or hadn’t owned.

Two heavy globes and a deep separation between. Fat with muscle. Cables of brawn that flexed as stretched at my command. I was bigger.

“I’m bigger.”

His embrace tightened again and I felt his body shake as he laughed. “Yeah, now the real fun begins.” He spun me around and kissed my mouth for a long time. I wrapped him in my arms and we stood in the cum-drenched room like that for a while until I realized, suddenly, that I was no longer shorter than Joe, that I was now slightly taller.

The shock made me break contact and look at him, down at him, and he answered my unasked question. “You’re bigger. You have to be, for what comes next.”

“And that is?”

He grinned. “More.”

He kissed me again, quickly, and we held each other as he explained succinctly what would happen to me. “You’re going to begin to gradually get bigger.”

“How much bigger? Bigger where?”

He squeezed his hard cock and it swelled against my belly. “Everywhere. Do you know how long we’ve been fucking?” I wrinkled my brow, thinking the question odd, until he said, “About two hours, Jerry. Haven’t you noticed that it’s a bit darker in here? And for those two hours, as I fucked your ass, your body was going through some initial changes to prepare it for the next phase of the shit you’re going through—the same shit I went through a couple of years ago. And that I’m still going through.”

“Like what?”

“Muscle growth, mostly. The majority of that happens over the next day, day and a half. Depends on your metabolism and some other shit I don’t know about. Chemical processes, genetic make-up, that sort of shit.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

He laughed and kissed me again, passionately. “I was fucking with you before, this is all true. Can’t you feel it? Like your body is vibrating, sort of? And the heat, it’s still there, just a lot less than that fire you were in earlier.”

I did feel something, but I thought it was just afterglow, and said so.

“Nope, bro, you’re in the zone, you’re changing with every beat of your heart, as that stuff circulates and does its thing inside you. It’ll start off slow, the stuff isn’t all integrated or whatever yet, but it starts speeding up in about 8 hours, and then again at 16 hours in. Constant growth, babe. And growing power and strength too.”

“I’ll look like you?”

He shook his head. “Like I said, I’m still growing. You, man, you’re already there. You’re going to get massive.” I looked perplexed so he went on. “Okay, so, I’m not a man, in the genetic sense, right? Like, you turn 19 or 20 and the puberty stops and you’re all settled or whatever. I have two more years to go, so what you see now, this is me almost there. But you’re there, dude. You’re past this shit. So what happens to you, because I guess you’ve got all your stuff settled and mature, you get the whole bag of granola in one go.” He smiled, looking down at my taller form. “I figure you’re going to put on 60, 70 pounds of pure, clean, rock-solid brawn, Jerry.”

“70 pounds?”

“Maybe more. I mean, you got the genes, bro. You were already amazing. And the men back home, they weren’t half as big as you were, and they all grew huge. One dude, right? 90 pounds of fucking bulging muscle. Beautiful.”

He kissed my mouth but I drew away, stepping back. “Wait, what? 90 pounds? How is that… where… how… why…?”

He shrugged. “Like I know? What do I look like, a scientist? I’m just telling you what I know, what I saw. I mean, look at me, Jerry. You said yourself, I’m not like anyone my age you ever saw.”

I did feel like something was happening. I was buzzed, tripping on something, my skin sort of itched and my limbs felt leaden and energized, like they were falling asleep. But it felt good. It felt right. I looked down at my elongated form, seeing if I could tell that something was happening, and I head Joe huff out a breath. “No, Jerry, you can’t see it happening. At least, not yet. Like I said, in 8 hours, there’ll be no doubt. In the meantime, you’ll just feel, sort of, great.”

“I’m growing?”

“You’re growing. Your muscles are, anyway. You—you already grew. I figure you’re about 6’ 7”? 6’ 8”? I’m 6’ 4”, so…” He stood next to me and he was right. I had a few inches on him now. “Looks like I’m not the only guy in this room who needs to go shopping. Unless… you just want to fuck around some more, stay naked, have some more fun.”

That reminded me. “What did you mean when you said you couldn’t fuck me? You said they told you something.”

He sort of blushed. “You remember that part?” I nodded. “Uh, well, that’s about all they told me. That you’ll want to get fucked while the first phase is happening, but that I shouldn’t do it. But, fuck, that was pretty rad, wasn’t it?”

I had to agree. “That’s all they said?”

“That’s all. I don’t usually ask for explanations from my elders. If they tell me something, I know it’s true.”

“But you did it anyway.”

He blushed again, his whole body going crimson. Fuck, he was cute. “You have a beautiful ass, Jerry. I guess I should have waited before getting inside, but I couldn’t help myself. The shit? It also pumps up your sex drive, your lib… libbo…”


“Yeah. I wish I was fucking you right now, honestly.” His hard dick was proof enough of that, and I found my own suddenly growing tight and heavy with his admission. Having Joe’s huge fuckpole up my tight chute… man, there was nothing as good as that.

“I wouldn’t mind it either, but what about the warning?”

He shrugged as he smiled. “I kinda think we already screwed that up.” He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. “You saying what I think you’re saying?”

I reached over and tweaked one of his fat nipples. “You still got some juice left?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah!”

I don’t know how long we fooled around there in the living room. Hours, for sure, fucking and sucking in a non-stop two-man orgy. My body felt over-charged with sexual power, I was a fuck engine with a permanent hard-on and an ass that wanted to be pumped deep and hard. Joe was no less eager than I was, and his talents proved to be many and far-reaching in the man sex department. The kid could fuck like a piston and cum like a fountain, that I already knew, but his hands and mouth and, well, everything else about him proved just as capable and amazing.

It was around midnight when, lying next to each other, breathing softly, covered in sweat and cum, Joe said, “I’m fucking starving.”

I had to laugh. “After swallowing all that cum, I’d think you’d be rather full.”

He turned his face to mine in the night’s shadows and smiled. “I’ll always be hungry for you, Jerry, but you gotta be starving! You’ve been packing on muscle for a while now, and in another hour or so the first heavy wave of real growth is going to hit. Believe me, you’re going to want… no, need to get some food in you.”

I kissed his mouth and gained my feet, reaching down to help him up in the darkness and said, “Follow me,” as I walked toward the bedroom. Buddy whined quietly and I patted his head, thinking he probably needed to go out pretty badly and made a mental note to bring him along. “We’ll go down the hill to Little Orphan Andy’s. Great diner, open all night. Killer burgers.”


I turned on the light in the bedroom and started toward my dresser when Joe said, “Holy shit!” and I turned around to see what the matter was. He was staring at me, his mouth open, one hand slowly stroking his massive cock. “Look at yourself, Jerry, Holy shit!”

I looked down and saw a collection of brawn bulging out from every inch of my body. It was true, I had been growing, and now it was very evident indeed. My chest stuck out with two fat globes of smooth power, and when I reached up to them, I saw thick veins and more new muscle lining my arms. I went immediately to the closet and opened the door to look in the full-length mirror hung on the other side.

“Fuck,” I said softly, as I looked at myself and saw the extent of the muscular development that had been going on while the kid and I were fucking around in the dark. It was incredible! Unbelievable! Except when I ran my touch along the bulging contours, the mountains and valleys of my body, the firm round muscle that now lined my limbs and stuck out from my belly and chest and mounted atop my shoulders… “Fuck.”

Joe appeared next to me and looked at our reflection. “You’re already nearly as big as me. Jesus, Jerry, how fucking big are you gonna get?”

“You said I’ll keep growing for how long?”

“You’re not even a third of the way done yet. And this is just the normal growth period.”


“So-called. Like I said, when the heavy waves hit… holy fuck, Jerry. How fucking big are you gonna get?”

I had to smile. Damn, I Looked hot. And damn, was I hungry! “What happens when the heavy waves…?”

“Ever seen The Incredible Hulk?”

“Oh, shit.” My dick got hard thinking about that. Joe reached down and stroked my augmented dick, but we didn’t have time for that now. “Let’s get the food and get back here before I start ripping through my clothes.”

We managed to fit ourselves into a couple of flimsy white wife-beaters and Joe wore my lace-up football shorts while I squeezed my bigger bubble butt and massive thighs into my biking shorts. My cock was shrink-wrapped into them and there was very little—well, nothing left to the imagination of our genital proportions, but at least we weren’t completely naked.

But I could now see Joe’s point entirely. Naked was much, much more fun in a body like this. And, fuck, would I ever stop feeling so horny?

Walking down the hill made me realize how much bigger I was. Stuff was bouncing, but in a very distinct and erotic way. The heavy meat of my pecs shifted with every stride, and my peanut-sized nips rubbed against the tight ribbed cotton in a most agreeable fashion. I could feel the stretch and flex of the muscles of my legs and ass, and I could now see my shoulders in my peripheral vision, that’s how wide and large they’d grown.

It was all very weird and very erotic.

And the heat was still there.

Little Orphan Andy’s is a kind of Castro landmark. It seems like its booths and the counter are always filled up with gym bunnies and tweakers and muscle bears and all the other assorted types that stayed out late. Goths and twinks and clones and everything else sat on its vinyl seats, and when Joe and I appeared, every eye turned our way.

The waiter, a cute little guy (but then, every guy seemed little to me now) with a shaved scalp and bright blue eyes smiled extremely brightly and invited us to sit at the counter, the booths were already full. “What about the front the window?” Joe asked.

“We generally like to reserve that for parties of three or more, but I guess two guys as big as you probably count as three.” He looked down at our packages. “Or maybe four. Have a seat.”

Joe flashed his beautiful smile, said, “Thanks, bro.” And we sat down.

“Burgers, you said?”

I nodded. “Killer.”

He looked over at the waiter and ordered two cheeseburgers, then said “What are you gonna have, Jerry?”

I laughed, but then found that I was so fucking hungry that two burgers seemed like an appetizer. “Yeah, but put some bacon on mine.”

“Four burgers?”

“To start,” I said, and then, “And two chocolate shakes.” I looked at Joe. “Doesn’t feel like I got to worry too much about counting calories tonight.”

“Pack it on, Jerry. You’re gonna need it.”

“When does this heat stop?”

“You still feel hot?” I nodded. “Um, I’m not sure. You’re not supposed to be feeling hot anymore.”

“So where did this shit come from?”

“Not really sure. Somewhere in the forests up there. I think it is a type of mushroom or something. Moss, maybe? Anyway, some guy ate some—ever wonder why the first guy eats something? Like, the first guy who ate an oyster? Sticks that big snot thing in his mouth and swallows?”

“Or artichokes.”

“Yeah. So, the first guy tries the shit, balloons up, passes it around.” He raised his arm and made his massive bicep bulge and split. “The rest is history.”

“No one knows how it works?” He shook his head. “And what about side effects? I mean, you can’t change this much this fast and not have something, like, tear or something.”

“Do you feel bad?”

“I feel fucking great.”

“So, I guess you answered your own question, Uncle.”

The burgers arrived and we dug in. I found I was, indeed, famished. I tore through those fuckers in no time, and followed them up with a plate of pasta, another plate including eggs, sausage, more bacon, hash browns and biscuits, a side of fries, a bowl of chili and, to top it all off, another cheeseburger for dessert.

It was when I was into my third burger that I realized that something weird was happening. The heat that had been on simmer all night was suddenly turning up to medium and heading to high flame. My skin started to really itch and feel very tight or something, and I could feel sweat trickling down my back and between the new heavy globes of muscle on my chest.

“Joe, I think…”

“Oh, fuck. Jerry, look at your arm. Look at your bicep.”

I did. I twisted around and the muscle bulged into relief—but it didn’t stop bulging. As I watched, a series of veins swelled into being across the round fullness of the muscle, and my skin looked like it was suctioned onto the striations and cables of brawn.

I could see it growing.

I looked at my other arm and witnessed the same thing. Joe said, “Your chest,” and I looked up at him, and then down and watched the heavy meat of my pecs expanding, stretching the neckline wider and wider.

It was happening. I was going into the first heavy growth wave right there in Little Orphan Andy’s, sitting in the front window, I was Hulking out.

“Oh, shit.” My chest continued to expand, swelling like two balloons. The skin was stretched tighter and tighter over the muscle, and the veins continued to appear and increase in number. My nips shoved outward and then started to curve down as the muscle filled up the space.

Then I felt my shoulders swelling, too. God, my skin was on fire! It felt like I was going to burst right through it! Everything was swelling bigger and bigger, growing fat with new, fresh, rock-hard brawn. “How long does this last?”

Joe was mesmerized. “I dunno, exactly.” He reached his hand out and put it on my right pec, feeling me growing, my muscle expanding. “Fuck, that is so sexy.”

I was lifting up in my seat. The muscles of my legs and ass were expanding outward. I could feel my cock shoving hard against the stretchy material of my lycra shorts. I think my balls were swelling, too, but maybe it was just that my thighs were swelling into each other and squeezing all the room out for them. I reached down and put my hand on my package and, sure enough, my dick and balls were also growing.

“This could be trouble.” Sweat was pouring off my skin now, soaking my little tanktop until it was see-through, and I was still getting bigger.

The chair creaked. I was gaining pound upon pound of brawn, my physique growing increasingly muscular in every direction. The shirt was growing very, very tight under my arms as my lats flared out, and I was growing extremely uncomfortable in those shorts as my dick tried to stretch longer and thicker with every heartbeat.

My balls were growing huge. “People are staring.”

Jerry looked around. “They’ve been staring all night.”

“Maybe, but they weren’t physically rising from their seats with their mouths hanging open.

“You have to admit, it’s pretty fucking amazing.”

“I have to get out of here.” I stood up and realized suddenly how much bigger, overall, I was. I must have packed on another 30 pounds of muscle already, and it was still coming. My cock was swollen and fat, and my clothes were not going to last much longer. “Meet me in the john.”

“The what?”

“The bathroom!” I announced, as I quickly made my way to the back of the diner, through the kitchen, down the stairs and into the small, dirty restroom in the back of the place. With every step, I felt heavier and heavier. The guys all watched me stride, watching my heavy pecs bounce, my bubble butt flex, my shoulders and arms bulge and twist as more and more muscle magically appeared all over my 6’ 8” frame.

I practically tore the door off the hinges and got inside the little room, leaning my arms on the sink and grasping it hard, watching with no little amount of pride and pleasure as the muscles on my arms swelled, and all the new, thick veins twisted under my skin.

I looked into the dirty mirror, etched with come-ons and promises for blow jobs and big cocks, when I heard a soft ‘ahem’ behind me and spied in the reflection the shadowy features of some guy from one of the counter seats. Turning around, I was a foot taller than he was, and twice as massive.

His face said it all. He wanted to worship me. “Hey,” I said. I could feel the cotton stretching over my growing body. I could feel my back expanding. I could see my chest growing. I could feel everything getting heavier and stronger and thicker and harder.

“I’m a little high,” he said, “but you’re growing, aren’t you?”

I wrinkled my brow, but there was no denying it. So I lifted my arm and flexed the bi into massive relief and we both watched the shredded fibers swell and multiply under my skin as the veins swam like snakes across the brawn. “Yes.”

“Your friend, will he grow, too?”

“He is growing,” I answered, “only not as fast as me.”

He looked down at my prick. “Can I suck your cock while you grow?”

I could think of no reason not to, so I said, “I can think of no reason not to.”

He smiled, dropped to his knees, pulled my shorts down, hauled my cock out and started licking, kissing, and sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. I was hard immediately and realized I was now much bigger down there, too, and that seemed to be developing at the same rate as the rest of me.

He had a few inches of my dick inside his mouth, attempting to deep throat me as I grew, when Joseph appeared behind him and started laughing. “Shit, Jerry,” he said, “if that’s all you wanted, I would’ve done that upstairs.”

The guy didn’t even pause. My balls were swelling with cream. My body was still swelling with muscle. “It was his idea.”

“It’s a damn good one.” Joe’s cock was showing signs of life again and he was pinching his nipples. “You think he’ll do me when he’s through with you?”

“Why wait?” It was a fourth voice, and Joe turned around to see a huge, hairy muscle bear standing behind him. “Drop ’em, boy, and let a real man do the job.” His voice was a deep growl and when he stripped his T-shirt off, every inch of his thickly-muscled torso was covered in dark curls of man fur.

Joe was naked in less than a second and the guy was chowing down on my nephew’s ample cock while his hands reached around to claw their way into his ass.

“Jesus!” said Joe.

“Welcome to the Castro,” was my reply.

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