Teen Transform: The College Years 10
by AKA
The Timebomb went off, and in a very big way.
Jeremy came again, instantly, struck by Tim’s radiating sexual explosion. He did not have time to wonder how his balls could even produce more cum, or how his cock had inflated so hard and so quickly, growing painfully erect in the space between one heartbeat and the next and pushing a thick volley of hot cream into his pants again.
He doubled over and stifled a shout of perfect overpowering bliss as his small, ordinary body was struck by the radiating power of the silent and invisible explosion of absolute sexual dominance. It washed over him in its passage, like ripples on an ocean, and his body began to slowly swell.
He had been close to the detonations before, but this time its strength and speed was overwhelming.
He was breathing hard and fast, and the sensation of growth felt a bit as if he were being inflated.
He felt it in his arms first, as his biceps and triceps grew, pushing against the seams of his shirt until they began to split. His back rippled and bulged. His thighs were expanding with raw brawn. His calves bloomed with power. His whole body began to grow slightly taller, making his bones creak and snap and his teeth to grate inside his head.
Chuck was not wholly immune to the radiating power of the young man’s mighty storm of masculine energy, amplified and supplemented by the version of Transform that had been evolving along a different thread than his own super-strong strain. He felt Tim’s sudden release wash over his body and try very hard to enter him and pump him fuller with muscle.
He sucked in a small breath at the sheer potency of the young man’s power, feeling his cocks inflating to erection and sensing a swelling erotic tide building inside him that was not of his own making. “Shit,” he whispered softly. Then he looked down at Jeremy huddled on the floor and watched his body swelling with muscle.
Jeremy was still breathing hard, sucking in air to cool his overheated body. His clothes were splitting like a butterfly’s cocoon, rending at the seams or ripping open where there were no seams. He had been a small boy to begin with and it was difficult to tell what final impact Tim’s magic powers were having as he remained bent over with one hand on the floor steadying him.
As quickly as it began, it was over. Jeremy’s harsh breathing was the only sound in the room. He could feel his newly developed chest pressing against his shirt, the buttons straining against his hard body to hold the meat inside. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked, looking up at the inhumanly beautiful naked man standing in his room.
Chuck raised a dark eyebrow, glanced toward where Tim was now watching Barry grow into his own overwhelming muscle beast, and answered, “I’m afraid we may need to accelerate the plan.”
Jeremy struggled to his feet, his crotch sodden and his small body suddenly less small than before. He had changed dramatically in a matter of seconds. His face had matured, his body had taken on the well-defined and thickly muscled semblance of an Abercrombie model and his clothes were in tatters. Chuck found himself even more strongly drawn to him. “Wha...what plan?”
Chuck looked at Jeremy, the side of his mouth quirking into a familiar half-smile. “It’s a long story.”
ONE YEAR AGO
“We should not intervene,” the handsome Hispanic scientist with the muscles of a superweight bodybuilder and the cock of a highly-paid porn star said, seriously. He was standing with his back to the room (his ass was a thing to make men weep) looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the walls of the Manhattan apartment he shared with his lover and partner.
That man, whom anyone looking at would have to agree was easily among the most beautiful men they had ever encountered, narrowed his gaze and started to speak, opening his full, sensuous lips and inhaling. But before he could get a word out, Carlos said it again.
“We should not intervene.”
Michael’s brow furrowed. “What if they…?”
“I know what you’re thinking Michael,” Carlos said, turning, “but it might do more harm than good.”
“Might?” another voice said. A rich, deep bass that resounded like a bear’s growl. “It ‘might’ do more harm?”
Carlos nodded at Chuck. “It might.” He shrugged, shifting his dramatically mountainous shoulders and making the cascade of straight, dark hair flow off and drape down his wide back.
“‘Might’ doesn’t mean ‘will,’” Chuck protested.
“They are not developing along the same path as we did.” He paused. “As we do.”
“We don’t know how they’re developing.”
“What happened...is happening is the result of an anomaly. It wasn’t part of our natural development.”
Chuck didn’t need to ask Carlos how he knew that, because they all had seen it happen, played out for them through the Transformed men’s ability to share thoughts and emotions. Sherman Tipton had witnessed the evolution, and Scott Maddox and Wolf and “Self-Suck” Robbie had seen its culmination. (See Transform: New Blood Parts 38 - 40) “I get that,” he admitted.
“Then you should understand why it might be a good idea to….”
“You said ‘might’, again.”
“It is not a good idea to involve them. They have their own path to find.”
“Paths sometimes intersect,” Chuck observed.
“We don’t know that they’re gone,” Carlos said.
“Then where are they? Where did they go?”
“Perhaps they have evolved again, in that state.”
“So, what, they’re all just wisps in the wind? Scattered bits of atoms floating around having a grand old time?” Carlos shrugged again. “Yeah, well, fuck that shit.”
“I think,” Michael said, “that we should listen to Carlos.”
“Wow, color me shocked,” Chuck said.
“Carlos has years of scientific experience. Carlos has….”
“Do I really need to remind you that Carlos’s years of scientific experience resulted in all of the men standing in this room with muscles out to yay and twin pricks and the ability to fly and read minds and...shall I go on?”
“We all make mistakes,” Carlos admitted.
“Look, I’m not calling any of us mistakes. I fucking love being me. I fucking love the things I can do, the power that’s coursing through these muscles, the ability to practically look at another guy and make him swell with the same power that I have. I’m saying these are good things.” Carlos opened his mouth, but Chuck held up his hand, “and that’s why I can’t imagine that any of our brothers would want to give all that up to exist as a cloud of atoms floating in space! I mean...is that what you believe?”
“I think….”
“You think Adam wanted that?”
Carlos closed his mouth. Michael looked stung. Chuck knew where to push the knife in for the dearest damage. “Of all of us, Adam? Adam would want to stop being Adam? Stop loving us all as he did? Stop wanting us all to be in love as much as he loved us? Adam?”
“We cannot know….”
“That’s bullshit. Something happened to him. Something that stopped him from coming back.” Chuck paused, looking down, and then he put his fingertips to his temple and said, “I miss hearing him in here. I miss his voice, and his laugh, and his love.” He closed his eyes. “God damn that man could love.”
“I don’t think….”
Chuck looked up. “You’re going to stand there and tell me honestly that you believe that Adam didn’t want to be around anymore?”
Michael sighed. “You know what it feels like,” he said. “You know.”
He did. They all did. Assuming an incorporeal state was absolute freedom. It felt like heaven. Leaving all earthly ties behind and existing invisibly was what God must feel like.
But then you wanted someone to touch you again. You wanted to touch someone. To hear someone’s voice. To feel - alive. “It’s not the same as this,” Chuck said, and he suddenly wrapped Michael in his arms and kissed him quite deeply, and with a passion that said they might never kiss again.
The deep warmth of love swept Michael into Chuck’s passionate kiss. What, indeed, felt better than this? As their lips parted, Michael sighed and said, “You certainly know how to make a persuasive argument.”
Chuck grinned. “We can’t abandon them.”
Michael asked, “How many?”
“At least a hundred. Probably twice that many. Not everyone keeps in touch like we do. And when Adam wasn’t...when he….”
“I know,” Michael said. “I miss him, too.”
“Then why…?”
Carlos spoke again. “We have to wait,” he said. “What’s happening in that high school, in that town, to those young men and...boys, really. It’s something different. Something new. If we introduce ourselves into that environment, it’s likely we would overwhelm and supersede whatever is developing there.”
“They’re just like us,” Chuck argued.
“No,” Carlos said, “they aren’t.”
Chuck tilted his head. “You’ve been watching them.”
“Observation is a scientific principal,” he answered. “If we’re to learn anything at all….”
“You’re going there and watching them? You’re invisible?”
He nodded. “From time to time.”
“And…?”
“As I said, they are developing differently. In some ways, they are more limited, which is to be expected, I suppose, given the smaller sample group from which the strain is pulling in new genetic material. We had a much larger pool of human genetic samples, and we were unrestrained as we grew in number. They are existing in a relatively closed environment, involving men of the same general age, and in some cases those men are not fully matured.”
“I have to admit,” Chuck said, “I fucking love it when he gets like this.”
“Like this?” Carlos asked, genuinely interested.
“All science talky. Keep going, you’re giving me a stiffy.”
“Like that’s a challenge,” Michael said, rolling his eyes.
“Shut up, Adonis,” Chuck advised him. “Keep going Carlos, I like to hear your voice.” He was stroking himself and rising to the occasion.
Carlos looked down at Chuck’s majestic and beautiful cock. “Well, um, so...where was I?”
Chuck grinned his half-smile. “Some shit about gene pools and not fully matured males.”
“Oh. Yes. Um. Many - if not most - of the young men in the so-called Muscle Club are under seventeen years of age, which is generally considered when one leaves adolescence and puberty ceases. So the gene pool is unsettled, in a sense, and still developing.”
Chuck’s cock was throbbing and drooling. “Go on. You have my undivided attention.”
“In addition, their initial exposure was to a fairly undiluted version of Transform that Robbie offered on that video he created before we met him.”
“Ah, yes. I still have a soft spot for that video.” Chuck looked down. “Though maybe ‘soft’ isn’t what I actually feel watching it.”
“So that,” Carlos said, rather louder than intended, “coupled with the restrained genetic pool and the immature nature of the bodies involved means that Transform is mutating is pure ways that we could not anticipate.”
“Mutating?”
“Developing new capabilities and offering new powers, such as those we now share - but of an entirely different nature.”
“Such as?” Chuck’s cock was nearing record-breaking dimensions and leaking a steady stream of honey.
“It appears that branches of Transform are occurring, offering some of them, for example, a different manner of development.”
“How so?”
“Some are growing at a steady pace, such as we do, but others...explode with growth in a sudden, almost violent outburst. But, interestingly, this is not a shared trait.”
“Which means?” Chuck closed his eyes, holding back his explosion of cream.
“Which means that it is likely that they will continue to branch and develop into distinct types that will, of their own accord, develop traits and abilities we have not.”
Michael was watching Chuck’s fat hard-on swell and throb. “So if we interfere…”
“If we interfere, it is likely we’ll countermand those new priorities and perhaps prevent new, powerful, unforeseen capabilities from appearing.”
“Oh, fuck,” Chuck said. And then his cock spewed a thick fountain of cream that shot up in a fine arc and splattered everywhere. “I love talking about getting stronger.”
ONE YEAR LATER
“So you see why it would be bad - potentially bad - for me to meet Tim.”
“Then why…?” Jeremy was sitting on his bed wearing only a pair of underwear, having stripped himself of his too-small clothing and finding nothing else to fit his new, larger body. He looked as if he had packed on a good twenty pounds of muscle, and it was all bulging from his short frame in beautiful perfected symmetry.
He had been thin before, and now he had a gymnast’s build with some serious guns on his arms and a heavy shank of sex meat in his shorts worthy of a porn star. True to the power of transform, the young man also looked like he had gained a couple of years in age as well. His almost childish face now had a very strong chin and a serious cast to its brow, and his formerly smooth chest - now replaced by two squared-off muscular hemispheres and a set of dark, lickable nipples - had the beginnings of a bird’s nest sprouting in the valley between his burgeoning pecks.
All in all, Tim’s effect on Jeremy had upgraded him in the space of a few seconds from a small, shy, somewhat ordinary lad into a muscular, handsome, very sexy young man who could easily break a few hearts and cause a few boners the next time he showed up in class.
He sat across from Chuck, who still looked like the fucking sexiest man who ever walked the face of the planet, facing him as the brutally beautiful man finished his tale.
“I was curious,” he explained, shrugging his mountain range. “It’s part of my charm. I like people. A lot.” His tremendous cock throbbed distinctly and his eyes scanned Jeremy up and down. “I just happened to bump into Tim at one of the closed T Gyms near here.”
“Just happened to?”
“Why, I don’t know what you’re implying!” Chuck said with feigned shock. “Anyway, I tasted him and I discovered….”
“You tasted him?”
Chuck shrugged. “It’s...a thing we do. Or have. Every one of us tastes differently.”
“How did you taste him without…?”
“Tim had a rather...energetic reaction to the Gym.” When Jeremy’s heavier brow arched, Chuck clarified. “Tim exploded with about a gallon of cum. We also tend to leave traces of ourselves behind for others of our kind to...enjoy.” He shrugged again. “Anyway, I could taste his power, sense that he had something unique and potentially interesting. Something that needed some prodding.”
“The Timebomb?”
“So it turns out.” He leaned back on the bed, resting on his elbows. It thrust his huge prick forward and made his abdominal wall pop with a perfect collection of cobblestones. “And then I discovered someone else interesting. Someone with a power I had never encountered before. Someone who had something I thought was impossible.”
“Who?”
“You, of course.”
“Me?”
“You.”
“What have I got?”
“Something very special.”
“I don’t have anything,” Jeremy protested. “Look at me! I’m just...me.” He looked down. “Well, more of me.”
Chuck smiled. “Exactly.”
“Exactly what?”
Chuck tilted his handsome head and narrowed his eyes. “What just happened?”
“What?”
He nodded in the direction of room 318. “In there. With Tim and his roommate.”
“Tim...went off.” Jeremy was absently rubbing his hard-on. Strong tingles of sexual bliss were erupting from it and cascading through his body. He’d never felt anything as wonderful before.
“Indeed. And in a very powerful fashion.” Chuck raised an eyebrow and applied one of his certified half-grins to his lips, realizing that Jeremy was starting to discover one of the better benefits of Transform.
“I’ve felt it before,” Jeremy reported. He swallowed hard. His right hand was now kneading his hard dick rather overtly.
“Probably several times before,” he agreed. “And every time it happens, what happens to the guys in this building? What happens to you?”
“Me?” he asked, slightly embarrassed. Realizing what he was doing, he covered his crotch with his hands.
Chuck observed the movement and his smile wattage increased. “No need for embarrassment, Jeremy. Look at me, do I appear embarrassed by anything?”
Jeremy swallowed hard as he looked at the huge, beautiful, perfectly-defined, hugely-muscled, overly-well-endowed superman lounging naked on the other bed. Indeed, he looked anything but embarrassed. “No.”
“Okay then,” he said, looking pointedly at Jeremy’s crotch. The smaller young man slowly pulled his hand away. His newly grown prick had blossomed into another impressive hard-on tenting his boxers. A wet patch was darkening the material as he began to release what was undoubtedly a growing reserve of warm, lubricating honey from his swollen balls. “You’ll probably need to get used to that happening more often. It’s one of the more prevalent side effects.” He laughed slightly. “And yours appears to be more prevalent that most.” He smiled, then. “Thanks, by the way, Jeremy. I never get tired of seeing that happen when I’m with another guy.”
“You’re...welcome? I guess?”
“I could...help you with that,” Chuck said tentatively. “I mean, if you wanted some help with it.”
“Help?”
Chuck shrugged. “You know. Just some friendly help.”
Jeremy looked down at his throbbing member. “You mean…?”
Chuck nodded. “I’d be happy to suck you into heaven, Jeremy. Just, you know, to relieve the pressure.”
“You want to…?”
“Oh, fuck, Jeremy, I always want to. It’s not a question of me wanting to, it’s a question of you wanting me to.” He eyed the glorious and freshly developed cock still hidden under the thin layer of cotton. “So? Mother, may I?”
Jeremy couldn’t think of a good reason not to allow this handsome, sexy, beautiful man to suck his cock, so he reached down, peeled open the fly on his boxers and allowed his thick, hot, slowly pulsing erection into the open. The eye was weeping a steady stream of clear, thick pre, and the thing had to be at least nine inches tall. “Help yourself,” he offered.
“Don’t mind if I do, Jeremy.” And Chuck, with the obvious talent of a truly experienced cocksucker, swallowed him whole, deep throating him with an ease borne of many, many, many eager blow jobs and went to town.
Jeremy was already nearly popping his load just sitting there, so when Chuck’s warm wetness surrounded him and the tingles of sex exploded into orgasmic bombs. Chuck set his hand to Jeremy’s chest, found his nipple within moments and added some truly inspiring nipple play to the mix. Then he was stroking and sucking, moaning in utter delight, and within seconds Jeremy rewarded Chuck with a truly amazing gush of thick cream which the man gulped and guzzled with deep need.
Jeremy’s hands balled into fists and his eyes rolled up in their sockets and his sphincter tightened to diamond hardness from the overwhelming sexual release. He had never in his life felt anything as pure and immense and completely satisfying as that first explosion of cum delivered from his new, over-productive balls and highly sensitized cock. He nearly screamed with utter joy.
Then Chuck was slowly, lovingly caressing his chest and licking up the last drops of cream, being sure to suck every drop of Jeremy’s delicious richness into his mouth.
“Thank you, my friend,” Chuck growled. “I sincerely needed that.”
“So…,” Jeremy gasped “so did I.” His cock was wet and shiny with Chuck’s spit, cooling in the air and slowly deflating from it’s nine-and-a-half-inch high glory. He could still feel the other man’s mouth surrounding him, feel his fingers teasing his sensitive nipples, feel the comforting warmth of his huge body against his own naked skin.
Then he sat up again and looked Jeremy in the eyes. “Where were we?”
“Fuck if I can remember,” Jeremy admitted.
Chuck moved his muscled bulk back to the adjoining bed, looked at Jeremy’s nearly naked body with its new muscles and his new more handsome features and the monster cock with which he had been gifted and he snapped his finger. “Surely you’ve noticed something unusual about the other men in your dorm?”
“No.”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly, no,” he lied.
Chuck wrinkled his brow and scanned Jeremy’s newly grown body. “Nothing regarding their muscles?”
“No.”
“Or their size?”
“No.”
“Or the fact that they seemed to be growing increasingly handsome and appearing more masculine nearly every time you looked at them?”
“I never really noticed.”
Chuck glanced at Jeremy’s exposed cock again. It appeared to be regaining some of its vigor quite insistently. “Of course you didn’t.”
He covered it with his hand, and it pulsed quite visibly. “Anyway, what has that got to do with…?”
“You’re immune to me, Jeremy.”
“Immune?” He looked down at his cock again. It was already halfway to hard. “I don’t think so.”
“Your body. It doesn’t react.”
“It fucking does,” he replied, thinking how he had come so hard twice already tonight, and how Chuck had made him feel.
“Thanks for the compliment,” Chuck explained. “But that’s a brain thing. Not a body thing.”
“A brain thing.”
Chuck nodded. “But your body hasn’t changed. Not until we both experienced what our friend Tim is able to do. When our friendly neighborhood Timebomb sent out a wave of transforming energy so powerful that it nearly made me come, and believe me when I tell you that it takes a fuckload of energy to make me lose control.”
“I still don’t understand.”
Chuck sighed. “I can’t approach Tim. There’s that theory that a man a lot smarter than me has that says my version of the stuff that makes me look like this will take over from the stuff that makes Tim look like Tim.” His eyes drifted sideways as he thought aloud, “though given what I just experienced, I have a hard time believing that.”
“Believing what?”
“I need you to be my go-between. I need someone I can’t transform,” Chuck stated.
“But, didn’t I just…?”
“Someone I can’t transform.”
“But, I just….”
“Jeremy, every time you’ve had a reaction around me, that wasn’t just coincidence. I mean, I know I’m charming and irresistible, but frankly I’ve been pushing you pretty hard over the past few days and...you’re immune to me.”
“You’ve been…?”
Chuck nodded. “I started out slowly, just to see. I knew there was something different about you. I could...smell it.”
“Like you could taste Tim?”
“Sort of. I have some very strong and interesting capabilities when it comes to the male of the species. I’m kind of...attuned.”
“And?”
“And I can’t transform you.”
A look of disappointment crossed Jeremy’s face. “You can’t…?” Chuck shook his head. “Well, maybe you just haven’t been trying hard enough?” He shook his handsome head again. “Maybe if you….”
Chuck rose to his feet, fell to his knees, took Jeremy’s face in his strong hands and kissed him passionately. Chuck poured every ounce of Transform he could control into the kiss. Any other man - any ordinary man - would now be swelling so quickly and so large that his new body would be knocking out the walls. His head would be pressed against the ceiling. His cock would be shoving itself to superhuman extents and exploding with gallons of hot cream, and would be quickly joined by a secondary prick that was in every inch a twin of its brother. His body would mature into the most perfect, most beautiful version of himself, and he would be able to, with the same force and speed, transform any other man he met into another muscular giant.
But that didn’t happen. Jeremy’s reaction was what one might expect when one is gay and one is being kissed by a gorgeous naked man with the body of a god, the cock of a porn star, the face of an angel and the sexual talent of a very accomplished prostitute educated in all the ways that pleasure can be conveyed. His new larger cock, courtesy of Tim, inflated to full glory again, pushing its fat head up its nearly ten inch stalk and he came again with sudden and unyielding force, splattering a wealth of hot cream all over Chuck’s incredible chest.
Chuck started to laugh as he broke the kiss, then he was dipping his large fingers into Jeremy’s physical expression of joy and licking the cream from them. “You taste good,” he said. Then he kissed the smaller man to offer a sample of his own cream back to him.
“What was that for?”
“This first kiss or the second one?” Chuck asked, standing again and leaving Jeremy face-to-cock with the largest and most beautiful expressions of pure male sex that he’s ever seen.
“Both. Either.”
Chuck licked his lips. “You’re a great kisser, if you didn’t already know that.” He grinned. “The first one was to shut you up about how I know that I can’t transform you. If that had worked as it usually does - as it never fails to do - you’d be about three times your size and this building would be having some serious problems holding itself together. You’d be strong enough to rip this place apart with your bare hands, though honestly you’d be more apt to want to rip me apart and fuck me because I’m a very, very good fucker.”
“I think I get the picture,” Jeremy said dryly, though he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to move all over Chuck’s amazing and incredible body with a newfound hunger.
“You’d be like me, and let me tell you that I’ve been a truman long enough by now and I was shoving enough transforn at you that you’d be one of the strongest and probably one of the most beautiful men on the planet.” He tilted his head. “The second was because you’re so fucking cute that I couldn’t help myself.”
“And?”
“And nothing. You’re immune to me.”
‘Not altogether,’ Jeremy thought. Instead, he said, “But?”
“But not, apparently, to Tim.”
He looked down at himself, unable to deny that fact. “So?”
“So I need someone who can inherit Tim’s ability. I need someone like Tim in his present, original, powerful state. But I can’t waltz in there and go, ‘hey, Timebomb, baby, what say you come with me and help a friend out with a little invisible truman problem?’”
“Why?”
“Because I fear that if we get together, the...desire to really get together will be too strong. And I’ll overwhelm him.”
“What makes you think he won’t overwhelm you?”
Chuck smirked. “Have you seen me?” He then proceeded to show himself off, inflating his muscles to new power and striking a few poses that had Jeremy’s cock throbbing hard all over again. “No, I know I’m too powerful. I’m the original. One way or the other, I’d screw him up, and I need him just the way he is.”
“But where do I come in?”
“I want you to be Tim’s friend. I need you to become like Tim. You, in particular. Because I can’t transform you, and if I get closer to Tim, I’m afraid of what might happen, what I might not be able to stop myself from doing.”
“Transforming him.” Chuck nodded. “But...why?”
“Because I think if a Timebomb goes off in a particular place, and at a particular time, and at a particular magnitude - You can bring my friends back.”
“Tim doesn’t even know I exist,” Jeremy protested.
“Oh, Tim knows you exist. He’s been coming to your door every week since you got here. He’s been after your ass since you two met in the hallway.”
Jeremy was shocked. “You...you weren’t even around then!”
“True. But you forget that I can go invisible, too. And I hear things.”
“You’ve been spying on us!”
“Just a little.” He grinned. “What, are you hiding something you’re afraid I’ll find out? Something besides you’re gay and you have the hots for me and the hots for Tim?” Jeremy looked hurt, but Chuck said, “Jeremy, everyone has the hots for me. They sort of can’t help it. Plus I’ve been practically bathing you in my secret sauce ever since we met so it’s not altogether unusual that you find me irresistible.”
“Let’s not get out of hand, here. I’d hardly call you irresistible.”
Chuck laughed. “See? That’s why I like you, Jeremy. You keep me grounded.”
Jeremy laughed slightly, too, then his eyes narrowed. “Tim...likes me?”
“Oh, yeah. Tim likes you. A lot.”
“Then why are him and Barry…?”
“You thought him and Barry? Him and Barry exist because Barry is a slut and Tim can’t help himself.” Jeremy smiled when Chuck called Barry a slute, but Chuck said, “Oh, don’t get me wrong here, Jeremy. I like sluts. Most - all - of my best friends are sluts. Hell, I’m the biggest slut you’ll ever meet. I admire Barry in a way. He’s not gay - at least, not before meeting the Timebomb. But he was open to adventure and having a little unconventional fun. Barry’s my kind of guy.”
Then Jeremy looked hurt, again.
“You’re my type of guy, too.”
“Is everyone your type of guy?”
“I just said I was a slut, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy admitted.
“Your trouble is that you have a very narrow view of love and sex, my young friend. I can’t blame you, of course. You haven’t had much opportunity to learn. But take it from me when I tell you that I can fuck a lot of people, and I can love a lot of people, and I don’t judge anyone. It’s entirely possible to love everyone, Jeremy. I love you and I love Barry. I just love you in different ways.”
“How many different ways are there?”
Chuck smiled. “As many different ways as there are different people in the world.”
“You...love me?”
“Of course! I love you very much.”
“It’s...that easy?”
“It’s easy if you allow it to be. Just stop limiting yourself and stop comparing everyone. Love people for who they are, not who you want them to be. I love you for who you are, Jeremy. If you change - and you will - I’ll still love you.”
“How do you know?”
He shrugged. “Love is easy.” This seemed to boggle Jeremy’s mind, but Chuck pressed on. “You understand what I’m asking you to do?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“And you also understand that I can’t ask you to do it?”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I need to want to do it.”
“And do you, Jeremy?”
He looked into Chuck’s eyes. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly in the whole world.”