No reason boner

by Egi

While slogging through high school, Quinn becomes inconvenienced by something that happens to every teenager. However, this problem is much more serious for him, and maybe isn’t actually a problem at all.

“Watch as the ATP…. the wonders of cellular respira… everything you do is thanks to this pro…,” was all Quinn heard as he drifted in and out of consciousness in his biology class. The educational videos flaunted their cheesy kitschiness with loads of papier-mâché, scientists with thick-rimmed glasses, and little “Billy” who was just so gosh-darned amazed at how cool cellular respiration is. But these videos from the 1960s were light years ahead of Quinn’s antiquated biology teacher. She probably started teaching when Charlie introduced this new and exciting idea called “evolution.”

Understandably then, when those combined their powers, only the strongest highschoolers could manage to keep even one eye open. Quinn did not possess such mental fortitude though, so third period changed from “AP Biology” to “Pillowless Sleeping 101.” No matter what happened—lecture, a video, a dissection—Quinn always snuck in at least a 10-minute nap.

He sighed in relief today when he saw the projector set up to play a video: that meant 50 minutes of snoozing. But when Quinn started hearing the video, possibly even learning something, he knew something interrupted his nap. He mumbled and groaned, shifting his arms on his desk trying to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep.

But his hormones said no. The sophomore snapped awake as an erection lurched in his pants. High school is filled with routine and any guy knows that random boners are both routine and completely unexpected. You can be doing anything in the world, but when puberty says “Erection,” your penis says “How Hard?” Really hard for Quinn at the moment. Despite his size and loose shorts, Quinn’s 4-inch hardon nagged at him, pushing against his pants. Now fully awake, Quinn grimaced as his shorts restricted his dick from pushing up anymore. Alone at his desk, no one could see the not-so-big bulge in his crotch, but Quinn definitely felt it. Another throb pushed his dick even further into his pants. Wanting relief, Quinn almost wished his dick would just tear through his fly. He didn’t care about being caught or embarrassed, he was already a nerdy outcast, he just wanted the pressure in his pants to cool down.

Quinn knew he didn’t stand a chance of controlling this boner. It would tire itself out eventually; he just needed to make sure he didn’t egg it on. Closing his eyes wouldn’t work because then all he could focus on was his rock-hard cock. He’d have to scan the room for anti-boner fuel. Surveying the classroom, it almost felt foreign to him with how much he slept in it. Posters on the walls showing dissections and anatomy charts wouldn’t be enough for the rigid customer in his pants. He turned to the beakers and equipment on sides of the classroom, trying to bore his boner away. Nope. Quinn’s attention turned to his classmates. Maybe the embarrassment could help.

However, in scanning the room, he happened to glance at Lyle, his best friend and secret crush. Lyle challenged Quinn for King of the Nerds at school and the two had braved the perils of high school together, picking each other up after even the roughest of days. Quinn adored Lyle’s messy brown hair that got in the way of his eyes: his big beautiful blue eyes that magnified in their brilliance when Lyle wore his cute round glasses. Lyle still had little to no facial hair, which suited Quinn just fine as he could see his friend’s cute, supple face. But his looks were secondary to Quinn. Lyle’s weird sense of humour jibed well with Quinn’s, but underneath his dorky exterior was someone who genuinely understood Quinn. For the most part, at least. Quinn didn’t need another reason to be picked on, so he kept himself in the closet, even from Lyle.

Sensing a presence, Lyle looked up and saw Quinn staring at him. Quinn’s friend pantomimed shooting himself in the head from the boredom, before letting out a big, silent laugh. Seeing Lyle’s beautiful smile and jovial attitude did not help Quinn’s problem. Rather, Quinn involuntarily winced as his dick took on a renewed hardness looking at Lyle. His dick now harder than ever, Quinn searched the room even quicker for something to help. Luckily, he settled on Mrs. Croucher who looked like some of her ancestors were tanned hides. Even then, it still took five minutes of Quinn intensely studying every one of his teacher’s wrinkles and liver spots to finally go down to a semi.

Another battle won against his hormones!

At least for a while, that is. Usually, the intense erection is a one-time thing, but around 6th period right before the day ended, Quinn’s nether regions were at it again. Classy as always, his penis woke up during a lecture about Pope John XII. No worries, though, walking with a boner is another time-honored tradition in high school. Quinn positioned it straight up, parallel to the zipper on his pants. No hitting against his legs, no bulges to be seen. Easy.

Things got harder, quite literally, on the bus though. Quinn and Lyle always sat together on the ride home and geeked out on whatever popular game or movie they fixated on for that week. Truth be told, Quinn really wanted to talk about Come and See on the ride home, but now he’d have to focus on concealing his second-best friend from his first.

“God, today was fucking rough,” Lyle lamented as he and Quinn took their seats near the back of the bus. Unintentionally poor word choice for Quinn’s current situation. As his dick throbbed he just hoped it wouldn’t peek over his pants. He moved his backpack over his crotch just in case.

“What do you mean dude, you didn’t do anything all day,” Quinn responded, trying to focus on the conversation.

“That’s my point! I didn’t do anything. I could have been so much more productive anywhere else but school,” Lyle whined, brushing the hair from his eyes that had fallen from his anger.

“Making Dungeons and Dragons characters is productive now?” Quinn teased his friend.

Not missing a beat, Lyle owned up to it. “Absolutely.”

“Truly a Renaissance Man for the modern age, how cute,” Quinn continued his gibes.

Lyle paused this time, looking away for a moment. Quinn hadn’t contained his boner, but he had reined in Lyle’s rant.

“Say, did something happen to you in bio today? You looked kinda spaced out,” Lyle asked.

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Memories of his earlier hard-on flooded back into his mind, including Lyle’s cute laugh from across the room. Quinn’s dick redoubled its efforts to push against his pants. Quinn felt his dick pulsing so strong it actually pushed out against his pants and backpack. Quinn quickly feigned a cough to cover up the wince of pain only a constrained dick could cause.

“Oh yeah, I, uh, was trying to laugh but then I hit my knee on the bottom of the desk. It hurt but I didn’t want anyone to notice.” Quinn rambled.

“So you looked like a weirdo instead, ya doof,” Lyle laughed.

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Quinn couldn’t help but enjoy the little pet name Lyle called him sometimes. He was goofy kid who was in goofy love with his friend.

“Shut up, ya goober,” Quinn tried to deflect back to Lyle.

“Don’t call me that!” Lyle’s voice peaked, upset hearing his childhood nickname.

Quinn started laughing.

Lyle punched him in the arm.

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Quinn clutched his bag closer. He shivered as he felt something wet on his stomach.

The sophomore quickly took out his phone. He couldn’t risk anymore conversation with Lyle right now.

“What’s wrong dude?” Lyle asked.

Quinn mumbled something amounting to “nothing” but kept his eyes glued to his phone.

“A-alright” Lyle said, and pulled out his own phone.

The bus ride was more silent than usual. Still bumpy though, which kept Quinn bulging from his pants. Not even reading the dictionary helped his cause. Near Quinn’s stop, dick still hard, Lyle chirped up again. “You gonna come over today and hang out?”

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Quinn shivered again.

“Ehhh, probably not. I need to take a nap. Didn’t get enough sleep in bio today,” Quinn managed to joke.

“Fine, princess needs her beauty rest. You still owe me a Kilmov discussion!”

“Okay dude. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Quinn said. Thankful he had taken the aisle seat, he masterfully hid his erection all the way until he stepped off the bus. The five-minute walk to his house seemed much longer today. Each step he felt his hard cock rub against his pants. The movement rubbed the precum from the bus into his stomach. His smooth, slick stomach made his cockhead feel even more sensitive with each step.

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After those Herculean five minutes, Quinn finally entered his house. He quickly checked he was alone in the house before darting upstairs. Normally, Quinn picked up a snack and melted his brain away with some gaming before heading upstairs, but his dick was creating a new normal today. Up in his room, he quickly discarded his shoes and socks. Next came his shirt, revealing the lithe yet defined body Quinn gained from wrestling. It was his dad’s idea but Quinn stopped complaining when he started to see the outline of his pecs, the curves on his arms and the bumps on his stomach. Everything was still small, sure, but at least he wasn’t dumpy. The faint smile he gained looking over his upper body quickly faded as he remembered the pressing matter at hand.

In a lightning fast second, Quinn undid the button on his pants and pulled down his shorts and boxers in one fell swoop. Finally, his dick that had been pointed up for well over half an hour could breathe. His 4 inches stuck straight out from his crotch, resting atop two large grape-sized balls. A strand of pre acted as a bridge between his head and stomach. Quinn saw the sweet fluid and mopped it up with his finger before smearing it back onto his pink head. He saw his entire reflection in the mirror, his toned body beating with excitement looking at his hard cock.

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More precum spurted out that welled up while on the bus. Quinn reveled in his member. The small patch of blonde pubic hair that he kept trimmed complimented cock, which was ever so slightly darker than the fair-skinned sophomore. He took hold of his shaking member, feeling its warmth press against his hand. One hand was enough, but Quinn could still stroke his intensely hard cock up and down. Beads of precum started to work there way down Quinn’s shaft, but he didn’t need them for help.

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Settling on his knees, Quinn started a slow rhythm, stroking up and down. He was cut loosely, so while you could still see some his shiny pink head, he pushed his skin up over most of his cockhead, staying there for an extra second to feel the extra sensitivity on his head. He methodically stroked, feeling his dick involuntarily pulse again and again. Quinn closed his eyes, fixating on the hardness of his dick and mixing it with his fantasies. But while he tried conjuring up hunky guys and twinks from porn he watched, his mind kept drifting back to Lyle.

With his free hand Quinn clutched the shoulder Lyle punched, thinking about his friend’s adorable smile on his cute face. Quinn sped up his strokes, dreaming about Lyle and him on the bus. He would get closer, putting his hand on Lyle’s thigh. He’d take off Lyle’s fogged-up glasses to stare deeply into his blue eyes before they would both close their eyes and lock lips.

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Quinn groaned thinking of Lyle’s soft lips, of caressing his body. His cock felt hot now, yet still hard as steel. He rapidly stroked his member, tensing every muscle in his body, but none was as hard as his cock. He felt an even stronger pulse now, the telltale sign that this intense journey neared its end. Quinn opened his eyes and squeezed hard on his cock, forcing it to pump up even more.

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He felt his hot cum surging through his cock, ready to release at any moment. One last moan sent him over the edge as cum shot out from him. Healthy ropes squirted out of Quinn, the first one reaching the mirror he was close to and the others falling on the floor. Quinn continued tensing, his abs feeling tight. The cumming student lost his breath. He perked up when he felt his dick engorge even more, having more blood pump into it to release his cream.

After a good 30 seconds, Quinn drifted back down from his orgasm, still feeling his overly hard member. He liked how he got just a little bigger at the point of climax, like he grew from cumming or something. Slowly, though, he saw his dick begin to deflate, going from its steamy, steel hard four inches, back down to a quaint, soft two inches.

Quinn sighed in relief finally having conquered what had been an hour-long ordeal. If this happened even more often as he went through puberty, he might have something to worry about.

The rest of the evening proved uneventful to Quinn’s delight. He worked on his homework, did the mandatory pushups and pull-ups his dad made him do every day, and laid on the couch for a good four hours playing through Breath of the Wild. He crawled into bed thinking of Octoroks.

The night passed in an instant as Quinn slept soundly until his alarm blared and jolted him awake. That and a pressure in the workout shorts he wore to bed. His morning wood tented the loose fabric on his shorts, pointing straight up to the ceiling. Quinn just rubbed his eyes, used to the daily ritual his dick went through, taking off his clothes before heading to the bathroom as he brushed his teeth, he started up the shower. He’d become a master of peeing with a boner, but today he must have been a little groggy because some of his stream hit part of the upturned seat.

After spitting out his toothpaste and rinsing his mouth, Quinn hopped into the shower. The warm water washed over his short blond hair before cascading down his body. Now fully awake, he grabbed the soap and lathered up his body, cleaning off the sweat from the night and any caked on cum he missed from yesterday’s session. After washing his face, Quinn glanced down and frowned. His morning wood persisted. Usually after a while it would go down but today it was stubborn.

It felt hard: really hard. It was almost as if Quinn had been jacking off for an hour and his dick was on the edge of cumming. The sophomore gasped at how hard he was, his head swollen, entire member throbbing. He felt the warm shower water dripping off his face and falling onto his cock. The warmth made him even harder.

Quinn didn’t want a repeat of yesterday, so he decided a quick whack-off in the shower would be fine. It’s all pipes, right? Placing one hand on the shower wall, Quinn dug in his feet to not fall while in the throes of ecstasy. His free, dominant left hand gripped his shafted like it had a hundred times before. Once again, Quinn felt his cock pulsing in his hand, each wave wracking his body with pleasure. He stroked quickly, making longer strokes from the slipperiness of the water.

His mind went back to yesterday, remembering the intensely hot fantasy he had with Lyle. This time he went further. He started mentally undressing Lyle as they made out in his mind. Quinn imagined Lyle’s abs being deeper and harder than his own. Quinn forced Lyle onto the wrestling team to not be alone, so his friend had definition. He had seen it in the locker room. Quinn explored Lyle’s tight upper body, his heartrate picking up pace as he felt his cock aggressively throb in his hand. His fantasy continued, pecking small kisses across Lyle’s torso. Slowly, Quinn made his way down Lyle’s neck, pecs, and abs and then grabbed the hem of his friend’s pants.

Before he could continue, Quinn felt himself explode. His thick, creamy load shot onto the shower tile, making audible splats as they crashed into the wall. Quinn stroked harder and harder, forcing every bit of cum out. His strokes became longer as his cock once again pumped up even bigger to shoot its load.

Quinn stood in his cumming position, catching his breath and feeling the extra heft of his cock that he knew only lasted a few seconds. He enjoyed the added thickness, the longer length. His eyes were blurry from the shower’s steam, but it seemed like less of his hand covered his cock than usual. But Quinn quickly shook his head, snapping back into reality by giving himself a few wakeup slaps.

Quinn finished up his shower and hopped out to dry off his hair and clean body. Looking into the bathroom mirror, Quinn admired his deflating semi. His dick still had some size to it, and Quinn liked how his semi draped past his balls rather than resting atop them. The teenager whipped his hips a little and giggled as his small dick slapped against his thighs.

Now at once rejuvenated and emptied, Quinn finished his morning routine before racing downstairs, grabbing some toast and heading for the bus. Approaching the stop he saw Lyle, much less anxious than yesterday because of his shower session.

“Hey dude,” Quinn yelled at Lyle.

Turning around, Lyle brightened up upon seeing his friend, “Hey doof. You finally ready to talk some shop?”

“You bet I am,” Quinn retorted with a confident grin.

Quinn loved the bus ride. Sure, they got to talk about Come and See, but everything was normal. A regular conversation with his best friend. No erections, no bulges, no precum, nothing. All was good.

Quinn used “good” in relative terms. He did still have to go to school, but he was unfortunately one of the nerds that didn’t like it. Learning Spanish at 8 a.m. is just not a good idea. And there’s never really a good time to learn Trig Identities. But Quinn slogged through his first two periods and entered Mrs. Croucher’s class really looking forward to a nap. Before class, he kept chatting with Lyle about the random dumb things only they liked and understood. Quinn thanked his lucky stars today that Lyle did sit a few seats away from him. His boner trouble started this time yesterday after all. But Quinn quickly pushed that out of his mind. Class started and lo and behold, it was another video. This one was on photosynthesis, which meant nothing to Quinn.

Soon the lights were out, the projector was on and ‘60s kitsch baxkground music rang out from the speakers. The perfect daytime sleeping environment for Quinn. Like usual, the teenager folded his arms on his desk and laid his head down turning his neck to the right. He lazily looked around the room, slowly dozing off and thinking about what he would have for lunch.

Before he shut them completely though, he saw Lyle again in a cute purple hoody. Thoughts of Lyle and the two boys’ friendship occupied Quinn’s mind. Quinn thought about their discussion on the bus today, and Lyle going into a laughing fit. Quinn smirked. Lyle always looked so innocent when laughing with his eyes closed as his entire body shook with joy. So cute, the way his hair swayed back and forth, falling across his beautiful face. The face with his radiant eyes and lips that look so tender and soft.

Halfway between awake and asleep Quinn thought, “If only I could get a taste of those sweet lips.”

Quinn believed that thought would be the last one to pass his mind before he slept, but sleep never came. Instead, Quinn felt a strong, familiar and unwelcome feeling in his crotch. There was no mistaking it. Quinn felt his dick plumping up. Blood began coursing into his dick, first slowly, but soon with a quicker and more urgent pace. Quinn felt his semi crawl out further along his thigh before eventually lifting off and get closer to colliding with his pants, as it got bigger and longer and harder. Soon the familiar feeling returned. Quinn’s dick pushed and strained against his shorts. Quinn could even see an outline of the head bulge against his pants with every pulse.

This erection meant business. The tighter Quinn closed his eyes, the more intensely he felt each time his dick grinded into his pants. It felt so hard. He tried to push it down but it resisted. His cock couldn’t be moved. It ached how hard it was, but with each pulse, each push further bugling into Quinn’s pants, it felt better and better. This wasn’t just a boner caused by random hormones. Quinn felt hot. Quinn was extremely horny. The teenager needed to cum as fast as possible. The constant rubbing against his pants already felt incredible as Quinn stifled tiny moans escaping his mouth with each wave of pleasure.

He could have cum right there. In the most boring class imaginable, Quinn could have shot a hot load all over his pants and floor with how hot he felt. Just a couple of strokes. That’s all it needed. Thankfully, even in a horny daze Quinn knew that would be impossible. He’d have to move to a different continent if he came in front of his classmates. And Lyle.

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The bathroom would be his best bet, Quinn though. He shot his hand up. “Mrs. Croucher, could I use the restroom?”

Mrs. Croucher looked over the dark classroom to see Quinn’s hand. “Of course you can Mr. Schaffer, just make sure you don’t fall asleep there too.”

The surprise jab and subsequent giggling helped deflate Quinn’s hard-on slightly, but only for a moment. He quickly shuffled down the aisle, hoping the darkness would conceal his trouser snake. No one seemed to notice. Once in the hallway, Quinn made a mad dash towards the bathroom. Entering the boy’s room, he froze seeing a fellow student at the urinal, but another strain in his pants caused him to rush into a stall. He locked the stall behind him, listening closely for a flush. Eventually he heard the classic urinal flushing noise and footsteps walking out of the bathroom.

Quinn now felt safe handling his problem. Finally looking down, he saw a clearly outlined dick tracing down part of his right pant leg. He could see the thickness and his head. He saw it bucking, pressing tight against the teen’s loose shorts. It felt so good, feeling his dick pressing against his pants. Causing them to strain, seemingly unable to contain his hard cock.

Qiunn need to let it out, not only to alleviate the aching, but to get himself off. He needed to feel his hot cock in his hand, and feel the cum shoot out all over the place. He fumbled with the button on his pants for a second, his hands shaking from his horny state. Eventually, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers thereafter.

The boy’s excruciatingly hard cock bounced upward after clearing the elastic waistband of his boxers. It pointed straight out like a magnetic compass, extremely hard, pulsing multiple times a second. Quinn marveled at his hard cock. It seemed unreal. He felt the blood pumping through it, making it jump and swell with each heartbeat. But it also seemed foreign to him. Because it was bigger. Quinn stared down at his cock and immediately knew that it grew from the last time he saw it. He could tell by the way it looked, how the head, his pulsing dark pink head, reached further out from his crotch. He tentatively reached a hand down and grabbed the base of his newly enlarged cock.

Definitely bigger. With his one usual hand wrapped around his cock, he could tell there was more dick to work with. At least half an inch, probably more. Yeah, in fact, It looked like the teen’s dick grew an entire inch in one day. Quinn wanted to test this out having planned long ago what he would do if his dick grew anymore. Holding his bigger cock at the base, Quinn brought his other hand down and wrapped it around the rest of his powerful erection. The minute he touched his second hand to his cock, it shuddered and spurt a bead of pre onto Quinn’s left hand. It covered even the head, but now Quinn could proudly say he had a two-hander cock. The teen would have celebrated yelled out in joy had he not been so confused. And horny. First things first, he though. Quinn began jacking off his bigger dick in earnest.

“Hey, uh, Quinn, you in here?” A voice rang out in the bathroom. “It’s me, Lyle.”

Quinn bit his lip. His cock flooded him with unreal pleasure, but he couldn’t afford his friend hearing him cum loads in a school bathroom. “Yeah, man, I’m here. What’s so goddamn important?” Quinn asked aggressively.

“I don’t know dude, you seemed … weird again when you left the classroom. Is everything all right?” Lyle asked, clearly concerned for his friend.

“I’m taking a shit and out of that classroom dude. Things couldn’t be better,” Quinn answered, staring enthusiastically at his bigger cock.

“Okay, dude, sheesh. I was just wondering,” Lyle replied before turning around and leaving the bathroom.

With Lyle gone, Quinn felt relieved. He continued stroking his five-inch cock, savouring the new length at his disposal. The teen also felt butterflies in his stomach thinking about Lyle’s concern for him. Having such a great friend to be there and look after a weirdo like him. Thoughts of Lyle’s concern and Lyle himself danced around in Quinn’s head as he continued stroking faster.

Quinn went back to his fantasy, working his way down Lyle’s toned body. Arriving at his crotch, he placed his hand on a sizable bulge, one even bigger than Quinn’s newly enhanced package. Quinn could feel his friend’s meat through his pants, tracing out the length and impressive thickness. Quinn’s own length shook at the prospect of feeling Lyle, throbbing involuntarily. The throbs had time in between them at first, but got closer and closer together. Soon, Quinn’s cock bucked with long, hot, pulses.

He stroked faster and faster, wanting to help shoot as much cum out of his new cock as possible. One last squeeze of Lyle in his mind and of himself in reality sent him over the edge. His giant-grape sized balls contracted and launched multiple volleys of hot cum over the stall, covering the toilet and ground in front of him. Quinn loved the feeling of cum travelling through his longer cock before shooting out. He continued stroking, trying to coax out as much cum as possible. He felt his cock engorge again to help get the most cum out. Quinn felt his hands open a little as his right hand felt his cumming head shift through his fingers.

The sophomore’s knees quivered after his powerful orgasm. Quinn’s breaths were short as he continued holding onto his cock, afraid his new size would disappear if he let go. But as he looked at the stall, toilet and floor now adorned with his cum, he smiled. Then, looking down, he smiled wider.

It was even bigger now.

Quinn continued holding on to his newly grown cock, admiring the new thickness. As he slowly started softening, he felt the increased weight of the bigger dick in his grip. With his new length, he saw his cockhead droop over the length of his hand, something his smaller size could never do. This realization caused his semi-hard member to twitch, pushing out the last bits of cum from his orgasm.

Cum hit the water in the toilet, producing an audible *splash* and jolting Quinn from his daze. He reluctantly let go of his dick, feeling it slap down against his golf ball sized balls. He inspected his hand, seeing a few drops of cum on it. Still in a horny daze, Quinn reached his hand to his mouth and tasted his seed. It still had a salty burn, but Quinn also noticed a smoother, sweeter taste to go along with it, closing his eyes to enjoy the new flavour.

Hand clean, Quinn reopened his eyes, now more lucid, and saw the stall. His cumshot covered a good area. The seat, the apparatus, and even the wall on the other side had some of Quinn on them. The sophomore knew high school bathrooms were gross, but he wasn’t. Taking the half-ply toilet paper he wiped away his mess. Now only he knew what went down. Or up in his case.

Pants up and stall open, Quinn washed his hands and quickly exited the bathroom. He returned to class, ignoring Mrs. Croucher’s beady-eyed glare. Shuffling back to his desk Quinn plopped into his chair, taking his normal sleeping position. However, instead of drifting into unconsciousness, Quinn’s mind raced. A mixture of excitement, gratefulness, bewilderment and a tiny pang of worry jumbled around in his head.

This was impossible. Was Quinn experiencing some hyper-condensed puberty? Maybe he had always carried around 6 inches; he just never got horny enough. There was still a good chance that this was all wishful thinking. But Quinn felt it in his hand. Any healthy teenager would notice the slightest change down there, and 50% more cock at least counted as a “slight” change. Being as stealthy as possible, Quinn guided his left hand down to his shorts. Rubbing through the fabric, he clearly felt plumper and fuller even when soft. Before his softie barely stuck out of his crotch, but now he felt it resting peacefully atop his balls. Speaking of, those seemed larger too. They felt smooshed in his shorts. He needed to open up his legs, feeling that great sense of relief when a guy’s balls unstick from their thighs. That feeling multiplied for Quinn as he felt the new weight of his balls settle on the chair.

Feeling his new soft size flipped the switch for Quinn. Sure, this was weird, but Quinn gladly accepted that fact if it meant he would get even bigger. More cock meant more to play with, right? Quinn figured this must be some fluke of genetics, so he might as well milk it for as long as possible.

Now naked in his bedroom after school, Quinn laughed a little too much at his own pun. The minute he pulled off his boxers and saw his flaccid member flop against his legs, he knew he’d be milking his improved package plenty of times. Quinn had never been so excited to be average. Simply looking at his longer softie started chubbing him up. His cock grew bigger, dropping closer and closer to the ground. Swinging his hips back and forth, he felt his growing semi smack against his legs. It felt bigger and heavier with each slap. Eventually his erection hardened enough to prevent any more playful swinging. Looking in his mirror, he saw his dick sticking straight out. Even looking at it, seeing how much farther it reached towards the mirror, Quinn knew it had grown again. Reaching down, he shivered gripping his dick, warm to the touch, feeling the veins covering his dick and pulsing in his hand. The horny teen brought his dick up his stomach, pressing his hot length into his abs, before letting go and letting in bob up and down, admiring it in the mirror.

Quinn tried to be modest, but he had to admit he looked good now. His dick finally fit in proportion with his toned wrestling body. His hard cock finally felt at home with his lean, ropey arms. His upper body lurched and flexed in tandem with his dick. Quinn laughed again seeing how serious he looked in the mirror. He flicked his dick again, letting it bob again as he walked towards his computer.

Savouring his new length could have been stimulation enough for Quinn, but he had a backlog of porn that was bogging down his computer. Sitting in his chair, Quinn smirked again seeing his cock almost at eye level with his desk. Maybe one day my soft dick could drape over my keyboard, Quinn chuckled to himself. However, the teen stopped his laughter. There was serious business to tend to. Serious, sexy business. Quinn opened up a video, one with a small little twink, clearly still in college. College twinks are a dime a dozen. Quinn established a theory that guys weren’t allowed to graduate college without going through a skinny gay phase there were so many vids out there. But this one looked special.

Apparently the twink’s name was Trent, at least according to the title “HUNG TWINK TRENT JACKS AND SUXXX HUGE COCK”. A normal guy through and through. Cute, buzzed blonde hair, trim slim body, footlong cock. Ya know, the usual. Quinn’s eyes bugged out when he saw the thumbnail on Coxxx, doubtful someone’s cock could be that large. However, realizing his own situation, Quinn’s incredulity softened a bit while in the video Trent’s cock started inflating. Quinn absent-mindedly stroked his 6-inch dick while transfixed on the college boy’s larger member. “Trent’s” cock began hanging almost to his knees and easily overtook them as he started becoming erect. In the video, the twink’s hands looked comically ill-prepared to hoist the massive cock up. But Quinn moaned seeing the teen on screen pick up his huge cock, still bouncing around as gravity fought against its immense size. As the twink on his computer started stroking his 18-inch cock with long, sensual motions, Quinn felt envious, disappointed that two hands wrapped around his dick left no room for movement.

But that jealousy over what Quinn assumed was an obviously fake cock didn’t stop the teen from rhythmically stroking his cock faster and faster. Quinn cooed at the size on screen. It looked as thick as a baseball bat, and just as long if not even longer. The massive member decorated itself with a long network of veins that bulged against the cock’s foreskin. Even though the twink’s hands couldn’t encircle his thick cock, Quinn saw the head balloon in size with each one of Trent’s strokes. Quinn only imagined the total pleasure running across the amateur porn star’s huge endowment. The incredible feeling of a hard, foot and a half long cock, sensitive along every inch, pulsing with sexual energy.

Quinn’s cock bucked in his hands. He was close. He saw “Trent” slow his strokes, coaxing out shiny, thick beads of precum that welled up on his huge, baseball sized cockhead. Jacking his monster cock even slower, he pulled it to his stomach, then his chest, and finally his mouth. Quinn watched in awe as the twink’s tongue played with his own cocks slit, lapping up his copious precum. As the twink onscreen likced, he slowly lowered his lips, sucking his own head before engulfing all of it and working down his long shaft. Witnessing the self-sucking propelled Quinn over the edge. Cum spurt from his 6-inch cock, now on fire with lust. Cum squirted out on to his keyboard and screen, his cream making clicking noises as they pushed down certain keys. Quinn felt his member tense one more time, along with his entire body, before spending its last shot.

Quinn closed his eyes, wanting to savour the surprise of how much he great this time. However, his post-cum relaxation apparently relaxed him too much as the teenager fell asleep in his desk chair. When he woke up, Quinn frowned seeing his soft cock resting against his legs. I didn’t even get to see how big I got, he pouted. Picking up his soft cock and then immediately letting it slap back down on his thighs, Quinn was disappointed, but knew he would find out soon enough. Seeing streaks of white on his computer screen and black keyboard lit a new fire in the teen as he rushed to his bathroom to wet some tissues and clean up his mess from an hour ago. For the first time this week, his dick would take a backseat to cleanliness. After cleaning up his spunk, Quinn figured that a nerd like him should at least try to do his homework, he threw his shorts and shirt back on and went downstairs.

Surprisingly, Quinn’s dick didn’t bother him through much of the night. Maybe biology was just that boring. Maybe Breath of the Wild is better than sex. Either way, the teenager experienced a normal night. However, a normal night for a teenager includes some quality time with his bait and tackle, and Quinn was dying to know how much he grew.

Relaunching the “Trent” video from where he left off, Quinn had no problem regaining his erection, still mesmerized as the hung twink gave himself a blowjob. Once nice and hard, Quinn looked down with a smile that quickly disappeared. Sure, his dick stuck out almost at eye level with his desk, but apparently no more so than it did this afternoon.

Grabbing onto his hard cock Quinn realized his dick hadn’t grown at all. Quinn was as disappointed as someone who gained 2 inches to their cock in a day could be. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but he got a taste of growth and wanted more. He wanted his cock to feel like steel with a throbbing erection. When his cock engorged and grew as it came, getting longer and thicker, it was an indescribable feeling of ecstasy. Quinn didn’t want to say goodbye to that ecstasy yet. His desire to grow bigger just started. Six inches trumped 4 inches any day, but Quinn wondered what would 7 inches feel like, or 8. What if he could somehow grow his real cock as big as “Trent’s” fake one?

All of these thoughts and feelings once again were relegated to fantasy for Quinn. Whatever started his sudden groin growth just as suddenly stopped. The disappointment overwhelmed him. “No, no, why did you stop now?” Quinn asked his flagging boner. Not even “Trent” could keep Quinn’s erection from softening. Slumping in his chair, defeated, Quinn closed his porno and turned off his computer. Already naked, the teen snaked under the covers of his bed, turned off his lights and let a tear fall from his head. And this tear unfortunately wasn’t precum. Quinn drifted off to sleep sad and frustrated.

Apparently, his subconscious felt bad for him, as Quinn’s dreams were a hell of a lot better than his disappointing night. It was almost as if Quinn’s fantasy with Lyle could finally resume. In his dream, Quinn was naked, and could feel his hard cock throbbing and digging into Lyle’s legs while Quinn rubbed the bulge outlined in Lyle’s boxers. In the dream, Quinn felt his hard six inch cock constantly bucking, wanting to get a piece of Lyle. Luckily, Quinn’s hands held Lyle’s hard cock as his boxers did a poor job hiding the thick meat’s outline. Quinn started stroking Lyle’s cock through the thin fabric before opening the front pouch. Reaching in with both hands, Quinn fished out fantasy Lyle’s large, magnificent cock. The massive dick ripped part of Lyle’s boxers, widening the pouch to let out all of his thickness.

In his dream state, free from inhibition, Quinn immediately starting caressing the huge cock, wrapping as much of his hands around his best friend’s dick as he could. As he massaged and rubbed the imposing cock, he closed his eyes and slowly lowered his mouth to the head. The large mushroom head pulsed and was an angry, hard purple, but stood no chance against Quinn’s ravenous mouth. Sucking all of Lyle’s head tasted magnificent while Quinn continued stroking the rest of Lyle’s long shaft. The points of pleasure kept washing over Quinn, as he felt his dick rub deeper into Lyle’s body as he serviced his secret crush. It was receiving no simulation, but continued bucking faster and pulsing harder as Lyle’s huge cock made Quinn hornier and hotter.

The pressure against dream Lyle’s muscular body proved too much as Quinn let out a moan, mouth still filled with Lyle’s cock. His eyes shot open as he woke up in his bed, feeling his cock aching, straining against his sheets. He saw his cock buck and push, trying to free itself from his sheets, which were damp with precum. Quinn felt insanely hard. The only thought that filled his head was getting his cock to cum. Quinn threw off the sheets and quickly placed his left hand on his throbbing member. Only a few touches were needed as Quinn forcefully came after just one stroke. The pleasure was too intense for Quinn as a loud moan shot out of his mouth. His entire body tensed as Quinn’s cock pulsed bigger, stretching his hand out and pushing farther out from his crotch. Quinn rapidly jacked off his growing cock, seemingly pulling it out further as he milked the cum from his growing balls. Volley after volley of hot cum splattered on the teen’s chest and neck. One particularly strong shot hit his check. His eyes shut in bliss as he felt each shot blow from his bigger cock. Only after 8 powerful blasts did his orgasm start to peter out.

Feeling the cum dripping down his toned body, Quinn took heavy breaths. This orgasm felt 10 times better than the one this afternoon. It felt more powerful, more sexual. Bigger. With that thought Quinn’s eyes shot open and looked for the light on his night stand. With a turn and a click Quinn no longer sat in darkness, and immediately directed his gaze to his crotch. He saw it, still hard and pulsing. Quinn watched as cum dripped down his cock, now easily over 6½ inches long.

“Now that’s more like it,” Quinn said with joy before immediately passing out from the experience.

Gaining over two inches in cock the past couple days had Quinn feeling high and mighty. His almost 7 inches was only barely above average, but it looked massive on the blonde’s small, lithe frame. A glint of overconfidence sparkled in his eyes while a cocksure grin spread across his face as he reached down to grab his still bucking dick. Thankfully, all of Quinn’s cool and braggadocio evaporated as he grasped his overly sensitive member. Running both hands over his warm, cum-slick dick was too much for Quinn as a long, loud moan involuntarily escaped his mouth. Quinn was floored at the pleasure still emanating from his dick after cumming. His hips bucked and lean muscles tensed. Could it be the bigger he got, the more sensitive he became?

Quinn only thought of that after his post-cum pleasure abated five wonderful minutes later. As his dick finally started deflating and his breathing returned to normal, Quinn reopened his eyes. Looking at the only light source in the dark room, his alarm clock, the teen sighed in relief. Only 4 a.m. Still an hour before wrestling practice. Part of him wanted to bask in the total body relaxation that only comes after a powerful orgasm. However, he also knew that the punishment for missing practice wasn’t worth a thousand ejaculations. Then again, those were the old Quinn orgasms, not these new, more intense, bigger-dicked ones.

Before Quinn debated this further with himself, he felt his semi-hard 4 inches touch his stomach. Contact with the now cooled cum sent shivers down his spine. That jolt was enough for Quinn to spring out of his bed, jumping to his feet. In his haste, some of his load fell off his dick onto the floor.

“Ah! No no no, damn….” Quinn moaned. While hastily grabbing a tissue from his nightstand, the teen rubbed the rest of the cum into his torso to prevent anymore spillage. Quinn shivered at the cold temperature but marveled at the amount he mopped up with his body. He needed both hands and they felt completely covered.

Holding up his cum soaked hands like surgeon getting ready to operate, Quinn skirted over to the shower, turning the handle with his knee. Turning towards the bathroom mirror as he waited for the water to heat up, the messy teen couldn’t help but laugh. The light reflecting off his cum-covered toned torso made him look like a shiny action figure and hands raised up like Frankenstein. However, while silly up top, Quinn still admired his newly grown member. It hung lower and looked plumper. Even though this had already happened three times before, Quinn was still thrilled seeing his bigger soft cock. Taking hold of it, it filled out his entire hand and then some. He jostled it around, half contemplating going for another round of growth. He started helicoptering his dick and a glob of come was thrown off and splatted on his mirror. Quinn laughed. He was still a dork, probably always would be, just with a bigger cock now. Wiping his mirror, he stepped into the shower.

After a thorough cleansing, Quinn hurried along, got dressed, packed his wrestling bag and backpack and headed out the back door.

Despite waking up at 4 a.m., Quinn’s self-admiring session had lasted a little too long. The teen sprinted all the way from his house to school in order to arrive on time. But he got there. At 5 a.m. sharp. Like every other Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It always sucked. Today, like any other Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, sucked too. Quinn felt dead tired and overly awake all at once. His legs burned and felt heavy from the sprint to his gym while his tired eyelids felt even heavier than his legs. Walking into the changing room he smacked his face on an open locker. Not even the loud crash and his teammates laughing at him could rouse him from his groggy state.

Only when Quinn reached his own locker and started taking off his street clothes to get into his wrestling singlet did he perk up again. After taking off his shirt and shorts, Quinn saw a clear outline of his newer, larger, soft cock pushing against his loose boxers. He stealthily whipped his hips up and saw the outline dance in his underwear. He grinned but also turned towards his locker. Quinn didn’t know if other people on his team checked out everyone’s dicks like he did, but the sophomore didn’t want to risk anyone noticing a difference in his junk. For that reason, he tried to hide his crotch as much as possible, practically shoving his dick into his open locker when pulling down his boxers.

Everything was fine. Quinn’s teammates were used to Dork #1 acting weird. Therefore, what appeared to be a naked Quinn humping his locker from behind wasn’t too abnormal. The teen sighed in relief as he heard other wrestlers start to leave the locker room. Unfortunately, as Quinn dressed into his singlet, the team’s Dork #2 came in. Lyle.

“Yo doof, what’s in your locker that’s so interesting?” Lyle mocked his friend.

The joke wasn’t lost on Quinn, but he certainly didn’t laugh. Instead, the half-naked teen reacted with a mixture of fear, nervousness and anger. He pointed his hips away from Lyle, shielding his junk but giving his friend a perfect view of his tight butt.

“Th-the fuck dude! I’m changing here,” Quinn tried to sound as annoyed as possible, but his words dripped with anxiety. He pushed himself more into his locker, trying to look as small and innocuous as possible. Never before had he pulled so hard to put on his wrestling uniform.

Lyle chuckled at his friend’s recoil. “You’ve been acting weird lately man. Like weird for you. You got a girlfriend?” Lyle lingered on that last word, clearly implying that Quinn could never get a girl to like him. Lyle continued jeering and chuckling at Quinn as he changed, poking Quinn on his bare back.

Quinn’s willpower was already at its limit trying to ignore Lyle, but when he felt his friend’s hand on him, feeling the contact between them, the teen got that familiar warm feeling. Although covering his junk now, Quinn already saw movement in his bigger member. Ever so slowly, it inflated, making a longer, thicker impression on the stretchy fabric. His dick was well on its way to a semi and Lyle was inches away from him.

Drastic measures had to be taken. Finally pulling the two shoulder straps over his arms, Quinn slammed his locker shut, turned around and reeled back.

“Get the fuck outta here! Jesus Christ, do you have to be so annoying this early in the morning!?” Quinn’s yelling surprised even him, but he knew he’d have to blindside Lyle if he had any chance of concealing his growing cock. His cock had already reached his old hard length and kept growing in his tight singlet. The bulge was unmistakable.

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Fortunately, Quinn’s sudden outburst seemed to do the trick. Lyle, cute and caring Lyle, stood motionless, staring at Quinn. The force and tone of Quinn’s words ruined Lyle’s joking mood, replaced with the bewilderment of a hurt friend. Lyle’s sad eyes stared right into Quinn’s own eyes which were trying to look angry and fed up. The teen struggled at holding this façade, especially when he saw his closest friend and secret crush look so downtrodden. Now holding anything besides tears back was impossible. Quinn’s face smooshed and contorted trying not to cry. This little break in his face snapped Lyle out of his sad-trance.

To Quinn’s dismay, his friend cocked his head, now more quizzical. Lyle prepared to open his mouth, surely to ask his friend what the hell he meant, but his eyes concurrently began scanning Quinn, scanning his face, his arms, his torso and inevitably his crotch.

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The anxiety of the situation had halted the growth in his singlet but not shrunk what damage had already been done. Thankfully, Quinn’s chubby pushed down in his uniform, but a clear and prominent outline existed nonetheless. Lyle quickly looked back up to Quinn’s face. What had been a melancholic stare before turned a classic douchey grin that only Lyle could give his best friend. Quinn felt a heaviness in his crotch. While only poking out a slight amount from his uniform, Quinn felt like his bare dick was on full display. A private show for his friend. He already heard Lyle’s quiet snickering. Lyle had the cutest laugh.Always light and effortless, Quinn’s heart would flutter every time he hea—

“NO!” Quinn scolded himself. “Thinking about Lyle like that now will dig you even deeper. Just close your eyes and try not to get any harder when he starts teasing you.” Quinn did just that, bracing himself for an onslaught of banana and salami jokes.

Lyle’s dick joke tirade finished before it began, though, as the unmistakable noise of the locker room door opened.

“MASTERS, SANDERS, GET YOUR ASSES ONTO THE MATS,” the always yelling wrestling coach bellowed.

Both boys looked over to where the sound came from, unable to see their demanding coach. Lyle immediately started walking towards the exit but Quinn stayed still. Noticing his friend not following him, Lyle turned back around and motioned Quinn to get a move on. However, Quinn’s problem was still a thorn pressing in his side, or at least into his wrestling uniform. The sophomore clasped his hands, silently pleading with his friend. Even with the odd circumstances, any awkwardness melted away from the situation as the two teen’s friendship took control. Of course Lyle would cover for his friend just like he had a thousand times before.

“Coming sir!” Lyle yelled back. He ran up and met the coach face to face.

“WHERE THE HELL IS SANDERS?!” Being right next to one of his athletes did not diminish the coach’s volume a bit.

“Mattock hid his uniform again. He just found it,” Lyle lied effortlessly.

The coach’s demeanor didn’t change in the slightest. He simply turned around and took in another deep breath. “GET YOUR SHIT ON AND HURRY UP SANDERS, WE’RE WARMING UP. YOU OF ALL PEOPLE NEED THE CARDIO!!!”

That man’s yelling could wake up a dead person, Quinn thought to himself as he heard Lyle and the coach leave. The light-hearted moment thankfully made his dick a little lighter. It shrunk considerably, no longer prominently bulging out. It was back to its newly grown 3-inch soft state. Quinn thanked Lyle in his head. He knew he’d hear all sorts of shit about this later, but he felt that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest knowing that his friend looked out for him. With one deep breath, Quinn prepped himself for practice, knowing with his luck that something would happen.

Once he reached the mats, the all-too-familiar stench of sweat and rubber infiltrated his nose. Quinn didn’t want to call it PTSD, but the smell certainly didn’t bring back pleasant memories. Everyone else on the team was on the floor, doing lizard crawls, the exercise Quinn hated the most. His rush to the mats attracted the coach’s attention.

“NICE OF YOU TO SHOW UP SANDERS, TAKE YOUR POSITION,” the coach yelled. Quinn swore he could smell the man’s rancid coffee breath even through the current sweat sauna.

“Y-yes sir,” Quinn eked out before getting on the mat like everyone else. Oh how he hated warming up. How could something so painful ever help him he pondered to himself as he struggled through the 20-minute exercise circuit. High-intensity jacking off he’d excel at, but noooo, apparently nobody cares about your sexual endurance until college or something.

His internal complaining got Quinn through the warm up well enough, though he was still a panting, sweating heap on the ground afterwards. Only something utterly disturbing would get through his fatigue.

“ALRIGHT YOU SAD SACKS. IT’S FRIDAY. PAIR UP!” As usual, a piercing whistle followed the coach’s instructions. Quinn bolted upright. The end of the week always meant sparring with teammates. Quinn’s eyes darted around the gym as he saw his other teammates pairing up, desperately searching for someone other than-

“Hey pardner, how y’all doin’?” Lyle said literally moseying up to his friend. The two always partnered up. They were the smallest, weakest, and all around worst people on the team. Well, Quinn owned the title of worst wrestler, but Lyle didn’t lag far behind.

Today was different though. The incident in the locker room made that abundantly clear to Quinn. Whatever was going on with his junk, being close to his crush certainly increased the chance of a monumentally embarrassing situation. And wrestling, seriously?!? On its most heterosexual days, wrestling is still like a pride parade got into a traffic jam. Quinn knew it was likely, nay expected, that he’d have Lyle’s crotch in his face at one point. The last thing he could do in his current state was wrestle Lyle. He saw his coach yelling at someone else for a change, and tried to make a beeline for the exit, leaving Lyle behind. He made it all the way to a middle mat before his coach looked up.

“SHOWING SOME INITIATIVE FOR ONCE, EH SANDERS? MASTERS, START SPARRING WITH YOUR PARTNER HERE,” the coach said, drawing attention solely on the two friends.

“Yes sir.” Lyle said dutifully while rushing to the center mat.

“LET’S GET STARTED, NO POINTS, JUST FEEL EACH OTHER OUT,” coach yelled.

Quinn sighed at the supremely poor choice of words. There was no chance. He was dead. May as well start planning to transfer schools with what he knew was about to happen. Quinn slowly assumed the starting position, trying to show his meek face to Lyle, hoping he would somehow understand his plight. Unfortunately, no look can convey “Hey, my dick is on a growing frenzy and I’m gonna pop a boner into you if we wrestle.” Lyle had his attention fixed to the coach anyways.

That same, piercing whistle blew again, and Lyle moved in.

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Quinn wanted to scold his dick for already starting to get hard. Lyle still hadn’t touched him, for god’s sake. But Lyle silenced his brain/genital infighting by crashing into Quinn, upending his feet and slamming his best friend into the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of Quinn. The only two things he felt was Lyle’s weight on top of him and his dick creeping up towards his belly button. Thankfully, Lyle assumed the mount position higher up on Quinn, so his growing dick wasn’t smooshed and more importantly Lyle couldn’t feel it. As Lyle continued putting pressure on Quinn, the other teen could only focus on his growing cock. Its warmth traced upwards, pressing firmly against his uniform and stomach.

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He definitely felt thicker. It was going to be a rock hard erection too. Even in its semi-soft 4-inch state Quinn felt individual veins on his cock start to bulge. Despite his extremely pressing situation, Quinn struggled to maintain his focus on the problem. His cock felt so big in his singlet. He could only imagine what the bulge looked like. Like the uniform could barely contain his growing appendage, struggling to hold in his big cock, begging to be ripped open by his powerful dick.

Quinn continued hardening with Lyle on top of him. The irony of the situation would be too obvious if Quinn wasn’t both in bliss and utter despair. Quinn tried grabbing onto Lyle, struggling to get any kind of leverage or advantage. But as he flexed his dense wrestler muscles, Quinn shivered as a familiar wetness hit his stomach. His cock was nearly all the way hard. Only his knees were obscuring his growth. And he was pre-cumming. The cold feeling made Quinn gasp. It was in his belly button. His new, thick cock reached all the way up to his belly button now.

The scene was unbearably hot. His secret crush and best friend Lyle was basically lying on top of him. Quinn saw Lyle’s straining muscles as he held his friend down. They were dense and long. Quinn had snuck a peak in the locker rooms before, but seeming them in action thrilled the hard teen even more. Lyle flipped his head, trying to get his cute messy brown hair out of his eyes while pinning Quinn. Even now, with Lyle’s face strained and clenched from all the effort, Quinn only saw the most adorable, soft face. One that cared about him, even when manhandling him.

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All of these thoughts of love and fear and horniness raced through Quinn’s head at breakneck speed. He needed to act. To do something. His hard cock, seeping pre and staining his uniform, reached its full 7 inches. Without even touching it, Quinn groaned at his size, passing it off as a grunt of pain. He could feel every inch rubbing against the tight fabric of his uniform. Even worse, he felt Lyle’s body heat. Lyle’s strong, firm glutes rested only inches away from Quinn’s hard straining cock.

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The involuntary throbbing and rubbing was pushing Quinn to the brink. Without laying a hand on it, his big, sensitive dick was moments away from reaching the point of no return. His cock pulsed. It pulsed again. So close, Quinn thought. He needed to act quickly. Through the ecstasy of his pulsing dick, he saw his chance. Lyle once again tried to move the hair out of his eyes but failed and instinctively reached a hand up to move it away. That was enough for Quinn in his desperation. With all of his strength, squeezing his legs, glutes, abs, chest and arms, he threw Lyle off. Quinn didn’t even feel the glob of pre that shot out when doing this move. Surprised by the sudden movement, Lyle landed on his back, which Quinn quickly took advantage of, going under him and putting his friend into a reverse mount.

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Quinn’s cock continued towards an orgasm. It felt thicker than ever before. Quinn even felt his balls churning, ready to release as his straining cock tried to free itself, pulsing larger in its attempts. With all of his might he held Lyle down, putting him into a choke, wanting to end this torture as soon as possible. Lyle thrashed and struggled, but proved no match for Quinn’s cock-fueled power. Lyle quickly submitted and Quinn let go, allowing Lyle to roll off of him.

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As soon as he felt Lyle’s weight off of him, Quinn rolled onto his stomach. He was so close. His cock was throbbing every second now, overstimulated from the fabric and slick pre on his stomach. Quinn clutched his stomach with one hand and got up with the other, sprinting towards the locker rooms.

“WHERE THE HELL YOU GOING SANDERS?!” the coached screamed.

Quinn barely managed to squeak out a lie. “I-I’m gonna puke,” he mumbled before dashing through to the locker room.

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Quinn had no time. The strongest orgasm of his life was coming whether he liked it or not. His sensitive cock stopped him in his tracks in the middle of the locker room. He couldn’t even make it to the showers. His hot length continued bucking in his tight uniform, now covered with a dark spot of pre. Quinn saw his entire cock strain, pressing out a full inch from his stomach. Individual veins could be seen through the fabric. His cock looked massive in the singlet.

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He couldn’t cum in his uniform. No way. The pulses were getting longer now and with less delay in between. His thick cock would not be denied. Quinn hastily took off the shoulder straps and struggled, pulling down his uniform as much as he could. With one last hard yank, Quinn’s entire 7-inch dick sprang free. And not at a moment too soon as Quinn immediately began cumming. He could only help the process as he stuck both of his hands on his cock, feeling the hot touch and sexual energy flow from his dick. He felt cum coursing through his dick as it bucked. He felt shot after shot fly out of him, going farther and farther each time. But most importantly, he felt himself growing again. Quinn’s hands pushed farther apart. His strokes became longer and more forceful as his cock continued lengthening, growing bigger and longer with each spurt of cum. One hand drifted down to his egg-sized balls, feeling the seemingly endless torrent of cum at its source.

After a dozen shots, Quinn fell to his knees, still gripping onto his 8-inch cock, struggling to wrap his hand around its ample girth. He grew again, more than any time before! Before he qualified as above average, but now Quinn’s cock was big. Big for someone his height. Big for someone 7 feet tall. In three days his cock had doubled in size. Quinn still felt hot and horny still. The only thing that would make this better would be Lyle at his side. Well, that and not having shot his load all over the school locker room with an irate wrestling coach coming after him.

Even with his newfound super libido, Quinn’s boner shrank to its smallest size in record time once he heard the footsteps and unmistakable huffing and puffing of the coach approaching him. Unfortunately for his current situation, at his smallest Quinn was still 4 and a half inches long. Quinn’s flaccid dick had grown bigger than he’d ever been hard less than a week ago. Apparently, bigger size meant bigger problems

“With great size comes great responsibility,” Quinn thought chuckled to himself, proving once and for all that no matter how big your dick is, you can still be…. like so nerdy it hurts.

Quinn’s dorky joke would have to be appreciated later though, as he heard his coach’s lumbering steps get closer and closer and the pool of cum in the middle of the locker room conspicuously still there. Thinking fast and fighting against the every neat freak bone in his body, Quinn rushed to his locker and fetched a pair of boxers. His still exposed dick and large egg sized balls flopped and smacked his thighs as he rushed back to the puddle of cum. After a particularly hard thwack against his lean thighs, Quinn pulled up his wrestling singlet before going back down on his knees to clean up the mess that put him on his knees the first time. Using his boxers as a rag, he mopped up his mess. The sheer volume of spunk soaked through the entire undergarment as Quinn felt the warm goop on his palm. Standing up and surveying his cover-up, there were visible streaks of something, but only the most trained gay man could tell that it was cum.

“SSSSSSSANDERS!” The coach slammed open the door. “YOU HAD BETTER BEEN TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL FOR RUNNING OUT ON MY PRACTICE!”

With that outburst, Quinn bolted towards the bathroom, tossing his saturated boxers into the garbage on his way. For the third and hopefully final time today, Quinn went on his knees and leaned close to the toilet bowl before belching out his best dry heave noises. Maybe not the most convincing vomit sounds, but they were loud enough to draw the coach outside the stall.

“SANDERS! YOU IN THERE?!” the coach asked in his only sound setting.

“Y-yesir, the warmup was too much for me,” Quinn was quick on his feet, er, knees.

The coach had a flashback. “Ahhhh yes, I remember heavin-ho every day after practice when I was your age. ‘VOMIT IS WEAKNESS, EXPEL THE WEAKNESS’, coach used to say,” the coach mimicked his mentor.

The mandatory awkward pause after vomit nostalgia was broken up by another dry heave, snapping the coach out of his reminiscing. He responded to Quinn’s feigned illness, “WELL, GOOD JOB SANDERS, A FEW MORE DAYS LIKE THIS AND YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO LAST MORE THAN A MINUTE ON THE MAT. BUT YOU STILL LEFT PRACTICE. YOU’RE ON CONDITIONING AND MAT CLEANUP TODAY. NOW GET YER ASS OUT OF THAT TOILET BEFORE I LOSE MY PATIENCE!!!”

Quinn, after making sure his newly grown bait and tackle was properly situated, rushed out of the stall to stop the yelling as soon as possible.

Back in the gym, Quinn feared interaction with anyone, especially Lyle. However, for once grueling exercise would make his life better as he had his face in the mat doing pushups and lizard crawls for the next hour. When Quinn could barely move, the coach blew his whistle signifying the end of practice for everyone except Quinn, who had to clean the mats. After fishing out the rags and supplies from the janitor’s closet, he returned with relief to an empty gymnasium.

Empty except for cute innocent Lyle.

Quinn tensed up and already felt movement in his crotch, but quickly threw himself to the floors to distract himself. Lyle approached as Quinn tried in vain to wipe away the stink from mats that had been sweat into for decades. He could hear Lyle’s chipper steps close in on him. Maybe if he got closer to the floor, the foul stench would prevent anymore predicaments for Quinn.

“Hey, ya goof, you’re supposed to use the rags to clean, not your face,” Lyle chided. Quinn didn’t even want to look up as he knew the perfect smile on the perfect face would greet him.

“Why are you still here? You smell worse than the mats,” Quinn fired back.

“Now what kinda friend would I be if I didn’t offer to help you out? Or at least make fun of you while doing it,” Lyle laughed. Quinn heard his friend’s joy and could imagine how he looked, beaming with those bright blue eyes with a grin ear to ear. Quinn maintained his focus on the floor.

“Glad I can always count on you for nothing, ya goo—” Quinn started.

But Lyle interrupted, “Don’t call me that!” His voice picked up the pace to cut off his friend. Finally Quinn looked up and saw Lyle standing nearly over him. He noticed Lyle’s trim definition, the form on his arms and legs, even an outline of his abs through his singlet. Quinn’s desire to mess with his friend overrode any such a sexy image.

“-ber,” Quinn finished. Lyle turned away and almost looked like he was pacing. His gait looked strange, like one of his legs had fallen asleep or something. Quinn thought nothing of it though, and returned to his cleaning. After a while, Lyle came back and interrupted Quinn’s cleaning flow again.

“I mean it dude, let me help. It’ll take a whole ‘nother hour if you do it alone,” Lyle offered, almost pleaded.

“Be my guest.” Quinn through a wet rag towards Lyle and they tackled the floors together. With a task at hand and having so recently relieved himself, Quinn luckily contained anymore bulges that could have caused problems. It wasn’t easy at times; even when cleaning Quinn found Lyle attractive, seeing his shoulders and arms flex as they scrubbed and rubbed the floor. They worked in silence, working apart but together.

Soon enough, the mats were clean, or less dirty, and the boys headed to the locker room, more at ease with each other than what’d felt like a long for Quinn. Lyle again struck up the conversation as they approached their gym lockers. “That was a crazy throw you did to me today dude! Where the hell’d that come from? You tore some of my singlet it was so strong.” Lyle motioned to his shoulder showing one of the straps was on the verge of ripping.

“Yeah yeah… I felt pretty sick and didn’t want to barf in front of the whole team… or on you,” Quinn added at the end. Not cumming on your best friend seems like a fair courtesy to give him, Quinn thought. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Lyle stared at Quinn seriously for a second, before grinning, “Totally fine, man. Heh, well maybe we you should get sick more often, that was awesome!” It seemed like nothing could ever dampen Lyle’s enthusiasm. “Come on, let’s shower off,” Lyle motioned as he started peeling off his uniform.

Quinn stumbled upon hearing shower. He knew that meant nudity. He knew that meant seeing Lyle naked. He knew that meant his newly grown dick would be on display. And he definitely knew he wouldn’t be only showing off his flaccid size if he showered with Lyle. Quinn rushed towards his locker. He glanced over to Lyle who was already half naked. Quinn only saw his back, but the clean cuts and strong shoulders he saw were already getting him riled up. “I-I can’t,” Quinn said meekly into his open locker.

“What’d you say? I’m just gonna toss this singlet in the trash over… are you coming?” Lyle asked. Quinn shivered at the question. His dick was concocting crazy fantasies of what he and Lyle could do in the shower together, while his brain was concocting how many miles he would have to flee if Lyle saw his massive erection. With almost herculean strength Quinn pushed down on his growing boner.

“I can’t. I just remembered I have to meet with Cindy for our Lit project. Like five minutes ago. I gotta go, like now.” Quinn hastily lied.

“A-are you sure dude, you’ll smell awful the entire day.” Lyle sounded just outside the shower room now.

“It’ll be fine,” Quinn answered, speedily taking off his singlet, feeling his boner hit above his belly button before forcing it down into his shorts. “I’ll take a sink shower or something. See ya!” Quinn yelled out to his now friend. The rest of his street clothes went on easier and he flew out of the locker room.

Quinn avoided another situation that could have led to him being totally ostracized from society, but he was still on edge. It felt like anything could cause him to pop a boner for absolutely zero reason, and worse yet, his member felt even more sensitive and susceptible to blowing a huge load just about anywhere. So the entire day Quinn focused real hard on being as soft as possible. That meant no fantasizing, no sleeping and definitely as little interaction with Lyle as possible. For some reason Lyle was like a nitrous boost to Quinn’s libido. Quinn didn’t understand it, but he knew to avoid it.

Things went well most of the day. First through third period flew by. Then, by fourth period, Quinn did something he thought he’d never do and actually paid attention in bio class. The teen never let his head turn even a little for fear of spotting Lyle. Turns out the excretory system is pretty rad, even if it doesn’t involve a penis. Lunch and then fifth followed which Quinn thanked his lucky stars Lyle wasn’t in either of those.

Quinn thought he could make it home free, all he had to do was take a laughably easy calculus test. Unfortunately for Quinn, the test turned out to a little too easy. Quinn finished the entire test in fifteen minutes. He now had to find a way to burn an hour in a silent classroom.

He drew a few pictures, but they all started looking a little phallic. He futzed around on his phone, but that turned out to be too dangerous as he had unread texts from Lyle. Eventually he settled on doing some homework which would ultimately be his downfall. As he annotated a copy of Finnegan’s Wake, he started dozing off. The labyrinthine novel started to claim another victim. After falling asleep in biology so many times, Quinn’s body wanted, nay, needed, a nap sometime during the school day, and now was the perfect time. As he struggled to hold the book and his eyelids open, Quinn’s head sank to his desk, nestled in his arms for a well-deserved sleep.

Quinn was right to be wary of sleeping. Once his eyes were shut, they reopened to a wonderfully sexy dream. In his slumber, Quinn stood completely butt naked but felt comforting warmth flowing around him. The warmth wrapped around his body, massaging it and putting him at great ease. The heat relaxed Quinn but it soon began getting warmer and warmer. Hotter. This flow of energy honed in on Quinn’s almost 5-inch soft cock, prodding it, plumping it up with its hot erotic touch. Dream Quinn welcomed this feeling, allowing his dick to freely inflate. Looking down he saw the network of bulging veins on his stiffening cock, making it grow bigger and fatter. It first pushed out before methodically rising up to a 45-degree angle. The sheer size of it on Quinn’s small frame made it look like it was struggling to stay up, but Quinn could feel even more energy pumping into his already huge 8-incher, inflating it even more bit by bit.

Dream Quinn almost started jacking off, but his eyes caught a figure across from him. Of course, Lyle was there effortlessly showing off his toned muscles while his boyish face perched atop his body made for an irresistible invitation for Quinn to join. Lyle too stood fully nude and Quinn soaked in every inch of his body. The definition and proportions of every muscle complimented every muscle on Lyle. With that ever-present cute grin Quinn knew Lyle wasn’t even trying to show off. His beautiful body was just there. A given. But of course, Quinn started admiring something else on Lyle, something almost as remarkable as Lyle’s eyes. While his rigid cock bucked and throbbed looking over dream Lyle, Quinn saw a cock even bigger than his standing out powerfully from Lyle’s crotch. Arching up above 2 baseball sized balls was a magnificent foot plus cock. A similar network of bulging veins traced across Lyle’s hard cock, reaching the very tip as Quinn noticed Lyle to be uncircumcised. A strange dream decision, sure, but Quinn gladly went with it. Seeing a faint shimmer at Lyle’s cockhead, pre, dream Quinn took no more time in waiting and ran to embrace his best friend.

Passionate kissing and groping followed. Quinn parted Lyle’s messy hair to bask in all of his friend’s beauty before squeezing his arms and slowly kissing his neck. The two dream bodies grinded up with one another. The electric feeling of his cock on Lyle’s, both now slick and covered in precum, pushed dream Quinn into overdrive. He kissed faster, and deeper, and humped Lyle’s lean, hard torso with his cock. He pick up the pace, feeling a telltale sign that he was close. The buildup of pressure and pleasure took a longer time to inch its way up Quinn’s cock, becoming more intense every second. As he got close, Quinn already felt dream Lyle’s cock spewing copious cum all over their bodies. Feeling the warm cream while still kissing and humping his friend proved enough for Quinn, he let out a loud moan feeling his cock start cumming.

The moan in his dream woke the real Quinn up to an incredible feeling. Looking down his left pant leg, he saw the surefire sign that he was hard. But as his horniness quickly removed any grogginess, Quinn realized it was more than an erection. He was about to cum, no stimulation required. Seeing his 8-inch monster throb and pulse against his shorts, he saw it jump. With another throb his cock jumped up another half an inch. Another throb, another jump. It lengthened and thickened harder and faster and Quinn could do nothing but watch as his already huge cock grew again. After a few more pulses, Quinn was surprised by spontaneously shooting his load. Still stuck in his shorts, though thankfully not constrained by his boxers, Quinn saw a wet sport form. And it grew and grew. Shots upon shots of cum were drenching his shorts in the middle of math class. Quinn bit his hand to avoid moaning from the extreme pleasure he was experiencing. He had to move. Quinn couldn’t let his classmates see the growing wet patch in his pants. What if some of the cum hits the floor, then they’ll be no denying it.

With that terrifying though, Quinn grabbed his jacket, flung it over his waist and raced for the door. He grabbed a ruler on the way out. Quinn tried sprinting to the bathroom, but he kept cumming, as he shot more and more into his pants. He tried adjusting his monster cock but the pleasure and rigidness prevent him from doing anything to it. Finally reaching the bathroom, Quinn took a stall and tried to wrangle his sopping wet shorts down now. Freeing his dick he gasped. Not only did it continue to shoot more and more cream, but it looked unreal. The girth looked as thick as his forearm. He could see his cock just below his chest. He placed both hands on his huge cock to try and force the rest of the cum out. And get an extra jolt of pleasure of course. Feeling his billiard ball-sized balls tighten one more time, Quinn finally felt spent. His cock continued pulsing, slowly trying to die down but still remaining incredibly hard. With the sexual haze somewhat cleared, Quinn placed the ruler on his cock and looked for the change.

Rocketing past 8 inches, Quinn would definitely be larger than the ruler the next time he came. Ruler pressed up against his stomach, the tip of Quinn’s cock reached all the up to 10 and a half inches. Quinn marveled at his double-digit member with a mixture of extreme pride and creeping anxiety.

However, before he could do anything else, he heard the school bell ring and his phone chime in.

Quinn’s cock bounced. It was from Lyle.

“Hey man where are you? We’re gonna miss the bus!”

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