The four jocks book 3

He reread the instruction card to himself, then turned it over and noticed an additional instruction for the first time. “This game may bring about physical changes,” he read to himself. Ted didn't question this, for some reason. “Consider whether your fellow players are mature enough to handle transformations of themselves and others.” Definitely not, Ted thought with a wry smile, glancng up at Donny and Tripp giggling and trying not to look at Ted's leg-tube. “Should the game players be aware of the changes, or unaware? Say 'aware' or 'unaware' now.”

“Unaware,” Ted said immediately.

“What?” Miguel said, definitely a little loosened by the beer.

“Nothing. You start!” Ted said, handing his best friend the cards, but holding onto the instruction card and placing it carefully out of the way.

Miguel shrugged and laid his beer in the gap inside his crossed legs, which Ted found hot for some reason. He noticed for the first time that Miguel had kicked off his shoes at some point. Ted had to look away, and he now saw that Donny and Tripp were making out. “Dudes! Focus!” he said, tossing a pillow at them. They laughed and reached for fresh beers.

“Okay, so I just read this out? And you guys answer?” Miguel said.

“Yup,” Ted said. “And then you kiss whichever guy has the answer you like best!”

“Kiss, huh?” Miguel said. He looked at Ted sidelong but said nothing.

“I'm sure on the cheek is fine,” Ted said. “If you're too amazingly hetero to kiss a guy.”

“I can kiss a guy,” Miguel laughed. “I'm not afraid of you queers! I might be afraid of that anaconda over there…” The others laughed. Ted threw another pillow at Miguel.

“Okay, here we go.” Miguel read the card: “What does the person on your left have a lot of already, that he should have even more of?” He looked at Donny.

Donny stared at Tripp. “Ummm, that's easy,” he said. “Cuteness.”

“Not possible,” Tripp said with a only-half-joking cockiness. He looked at Ted. “Oh, mine's even easier. Cock.”

Ted groaned. “I don't think that's possible either,” he said, glancing at his knee-length, semislumbering python. He looked at Miguel. He wanted to say, “his love for me,” but he said instead, “A gorgeous ass.”

“My ass is just fine,” Miguel said. “So I kiss the winner?” Ted nodded. Miguel immediately grabbed Tripp by the neck and drew him in for a full-on, with-tongue kiss.

Tripp settled back and muttered, “I like this game!” Donny glanced at Miguel, unsure what to think about his boyfriend kissing another guy—a straight guy!—but at the same time clearly turned on.

But Ted was staring with relief at the bulge of his nearly ankle-length cock. “You see? I told you. Not possible.” He wouldn't have even worried, but for some reason he had been having this strange semiconscious feeling that the changes might actually happen. That was stupid. This was just a dumb game.

Miguel, however, was frowning at Ted's stretched out legs and what was clearly outlined between them. “But—I thought—weren't you smaller before? Like, you know, down to—” He couldn't say it, so he touched his own knee.

Ted shook his head. “Geez, not since, I dunno, I guess 7th grade.” Ryan had always joked that Ted had been born sucking himself off. It had been ages since he could do that. He missed it a lot. But there were compensations.

“Huh. Right,” Miguel said, seemingly confused. Then the confusion seemed to pass. “Right, you're right, I remember.” He passed the stack of cards to Donny, and the moment passed.

Donny took a swig of beer and read his card. “What should the person opposite you be doing twice as much as he does now?” He looked at Tripp inquiringly, who gazed at Miguel with his head cocked to one side.

“Getting an A on his assignments,” Tripp said shewdly. Miguel's handsome face broke into a huge smile. He'd been doing only okay on his classwork, and was kind of upset about it.

Tripp looked at Ted. Ted was staring at Donny. “Um, I dunno, making out with Tripp.”

“Talk about not possible,” said Miguel. He looked at Tripp. “Um—oh, I got it! You'll love this. Gaining muscle from his workouts.” Tripp's eyes widened. He spent a lot of time in his home gym but his fast metabolism had kept him from getting much bigger, though he was unexpectedly buff whenever he let people see. Usually he just wore loose jerseys and big jeans to hide a bod he wished were bigger.

“Me likey!” Donny moved in on Miguel, who met him halfway for a very hot kiss.

Ted glanced over at Tripp, who was, as usual, showing off his junior-bodybuilder physique with a tight tee shirt and board shorts. “Geez, imagine if that had worked,” he said. “He'd be a monolith!”

Donny's eyes were drinking in Tripp's bod as if Tripp hadn't been a gym rat muscle hunk all along. After all, if it hadn't been for Tripp's success in the gym, and Tripp's willingness to share his private facilities to Ted didn't have to worry about guys staring at his leg-sized cock, the rest of them wouldn't have been inspired to work out too. Even wiry Miguel had gotten buff this year. Though none of them were anything like Tripp's size.

Donny's eyes were losing focus. He and Tripp moved in for a kiss that turned into a makeout, desisting only after both Miguel and Ted threw several pillows at them. “I'm glad you didn't get bigger,” Donny said finally, staring into his lover's eyes.

“Yeah?” Tripp said, surprised.

“Yeah,” Donny said. “I think you're perfect.” Tripp beamed.

“Gag,” Ted said. “Okay, T, your turn.”

Tripp took the cards and read, “What attribute does the person on your right have a lot of that the person on your left should have twice as much of?”

Ted looked at the muscle hunk Tripp on his right, and imagined Miguel on his left just as huge. “Muscle.” He didn't even think about it.

Miguel looked at Tripp with wide eyes. “I dunno about that. But, gee, I wonder what Ted has a lot of?” They all laughed—all except Donny, who suddenly imagined himself with twice as much cock as Ted. He gulped.

Ted frowned, catching Donny's gulp, and started to say, “If you say—”

“Kindness,” Miguel said, and winked. Ted blushed. “Oh, okay. Um, thanks.”

Donny looked Miguel over. “Animal magnetism,” he said, glancing at Tripp. Miguel laughed.

Tripp frowned. “Huh, I'm not sure who to pick!” He took a swig from his beer and, as if by default, moved in to kiss Donny.

“Right,” Ted said. “As if we could be any more attracted to him!” He realized that all of them, even the supposedly straight Miguel, had their bare feet in Tripp's muscular lap, and Tripp was idly caressing them as usual. Donny and Miguel were obviously completely boned—Ted was able to keep from boning thanks to exercises he'd started learning as soon as he met Tripp, but his ankle-length cock was twitching and thickening nonetheless. Then—he realized that Tripp was wearing a shirt! “Hey!” Ted said. “What's our rule?”

“No shirts for Tripp when we're alone,” Tripp recited. Donny eagerly yanked off Tripp's tight tee shirt, exposing his gorgeous bulging torso. God, he was amazingly hot, almost glowing. Tripp licked his lips innocently and Ted's grapefruit-sized cockhead pushed a few inches out of Ted's loose pants cuff. A few drops of precum began to form along the two-inch slit.

Donny stared in awe at the enormous cockhead. “Guys, time for our second rule.” Ted knew the second rule too: no pants for any of them if Ted was boned.

“Sorry guys,” Ted said, as the others shucked their pants to reveal huge hard boners. “Tripp's bod just … does something to me.”

“No worries,” Miguel said good-naturedly, his uncut torpedo cock bobbing as he shifted over to help Ted pull his pants off. Tripp helped from the other side.

Soon Ted's behemoth was free. Now literally the size of a third leg, it started to thicken and lengthen some more, until it was sticking up at a 30-degree angle from his legs and overshooting them by several inches. He put his feet back in Tripp's lap, but this caused his mammoth cock to drag across Tripp's bowling-ball-sized pecs, leaving a trail of sticky precum. Tripp smiled.

“Your turn,” Tripp said, handing Ted the cards. Ted put the last one in the back, revealing the new question: “What should each member of the group be able to do that you can't do now?”

Miguel frowned, his eyes resting automatically on Ted's three-foot-long, three-liter-bottle thick cock, the way all of their eyes tended to do. But his fingers were caressing his own huge boner. “Suck myself off,” he said wistfully. The others glanced up at him in surprise and he added defensively, “C'mon, every guy wants to. I tried and I can only lick the tip. What about you guys?”

“Used to,” Ted said sadly, and the others smiled. “Nope,” said Tripp, which didn't stop him imagining it, pumping another cup of precum right onto irresistible Tripp's irresistible pecs. Donny let a slight moan escape—he was picturing it too.

The guys all looked at Donny. He blushed. “I can, but I really have to contort myself. It's not as much fun as it looks.”

“Okay,” Miguel said, “so make it, suck myself off because my cock's long enough to deep-throat.” Donny laughed. “Hey,” Miguel added, laughing along, “specific has gotta be good, right?”

Donny realized it was his turn. “Um, suck Tripp off while I'm kissing him.” All four of them laughed.

“Okay, clearly, enough beer for you,” Ted said. In defiance, Donny grabbed another bottle, twisted the cap, and took a good long swig, which he capped with another Tripp kiss—though his hand strayed to Ted's leg-sized cock, as their hands often did when groping Tripp.

Tripp smiled at his boyfriend, then glanced at the others, all displaying Tripp-hungry boners. “I would say, um, control whether—control whether another guy gets turned on,” Tripp said, looking at Ted now. Ted raised his eyebrows. “That's mostly for you,” he added with an incandescent grin, rubbing Ted's precum into his huge hard pecs. “You bone up over me at really inconvenient times sometimes!” He gave Ted's monster a quick two-handed stroke along the part of the shaft nearest him, which only resulted in another quiet dousing of his pecs.

“Okay, I need both of you to win,” Ted said laughing, feeling a definite buzz as he reached for Miguel and Tripp and pulled them into a three way kiss—only he realized that Donny had joined in too. Damn, why hadn't they tried four-way kisses months ago?

They all leaned back, all more or less forgetting what they'd voted for in their beer/lust-induced euphoria. Ted had a strange feeling that something had changed, but it fuzzed out quickly. Which was just as well, for surely Ted would have said that it was a waste to vote for selfsucking, since not only it was obvious thanks to the Pants Rule that they all had 16-inch cocks that were made for selfsucking, but Ted could do it with any of his four 16-inch beercan cocks!

Ted was dimly aware that Donny was just boasting, since Tripp was the only one of them whose tongue turned into a genuine big, extra-wide boner whenever he got hard. And of course Donny used his arousal control to make sure Tripp was always turned on. Except when they wanted to watch Tripp sucking his own monster pole.

Fuck, they were making out now. Miguel was watching them intently, licking the tip of his cock, which was right there in his face. Ted didn't blame him. He had four cockheads in easy sucking distance. In fact …

Ding dong!

Ted jumped up in dismay, his four huge boners thrusting straight up. They were so hard they quivered only a little. “Shit! The pizza!”

Miguel looked up at him and laughed delightedly. “Well, go get it, birthday boy!”

“Fine. Will one of you guys make me not hard? I'd do it myself but you know I can't.”

Donny and Tripp broke free, revealing a big wide wet cockhead and an inch of luscious extrawide shaft sticking out of Tripp's mouth.

They all looked at him happily and said, “Nope!” then returned to what they were doing.

“C'mon! I can't answer the door like this!”

“Sure you can—oh shit, I have a better idea,” Miguel said. “Send Tripp.”

Now it was Ted's turn to grin. “Fuck yeah! We'll have a new friend!”

As much as they fell victim to it themselves, the guys loved to needle Tripp—gorgeous, hunky, impossibly attractive Tripp—about how every guy was into him the moment they met.

“Aw man,” Tripp slurred around his big mouthcock. He really couldn't get enough of Donny making out with him. But the other three were now intrigued by the idea of whether the pizza guy would go for Tripp. “Fide,” he said. “Mage me nod hard,” he said to Ted, who obliged. “Aw man,” he said again. “I love being hard.” He got up and climbed out of the recessed area.

“Aren't you going to put on pants?” Ted said weakly.

“What for?” Tripp called over his gorgeously bulging shoulder.

Ted settled back into a seated position, shoving one of his monster cocks into his mouth without him really meaning do. He kept it in his mouth as he settled in, and Donny and Miguel grinned and followed suit. So when Tripp returned, he shook his head to see the three of them contentedly sucking themselves off.

“C'mon guys, is that any way to behave when we've got company?”