Teen Transform: The College Years 13
by AKA
Chuck�s body was coated with sweat, slicking up his skin and glistening like diamonds in the raw masses of fur that forested his chest and belly. Barry looked down across the muscular planes of his lover�s rock-hard body, feeling the weight of the man�s legs over his own mountainous shoulders, the strong and potent scent of the man invading his senses like pure bliss, and felt dizzy and high, as if the sex they�d been having for�he didn�t know how long, was acting like a narcotic on his senses, pushing his brain into weird angles and making him doubt what he was seeing and feeling.
He could never have imagined that anything in his life, on this planet or any other, could feel like what experiencing sex with this man felt like. Even having been with Tim and his unlimited libido and powerful and flexible body could not have prepared him one iota for the unending and overwhelming onslaught of perfect physical bliss that Chuck was somehow able to deliver in capacities that made his own mighty and muscular body shudder and collapse.
Being fucked by the man was one thing. It wasn�t just the sensation of his majestic and talented pricks pushing inside his ass with such authority and domination, or the unbridled cascades of pure pleasure he managed to provide as his shoved his hardness over and over against some magic exploding button inside Barry�s body, making him groan and cry and lose any semblance of control, it was that Chuck managed somehow to do that while stroking his flesh with several hands, and kissing his skin with lips everywhere, and speaking raw filth and impossible sexual promises into his head that drove him wild.
But even that could not compare with fucking the man beneath him. It was like�it was like�words were not providing Barry with sufficient enough descriptive power to begin to approach what it was like to plug his cocks inside Chuck�s magical, marvelous, tingling, throbbing, sucking, stroking, licking, caressing ass and feel�perfect.
He felt perfect. He looked down at the man he was fucking, pulling himself out of that furnace of sexual fire, each inch increasing his desire to push back inside, and then as he was nearly out of the seat of sexual power he would shift his hips and slowly, ever so slowly ease his hard meat back inside, enveloped by thick and powerful throbs of sexual power that erupted through the fat inches of his remarkable twin pricks and exploded inside him like fireworks made of sex.
He closed his eyes, lolling his head back on his neck, and groaned and squirmed and nearly passed out from the unending rush of Chuck�s sexual power. He gulped in air to try to cool his overheated body. He reached up and pinched and twisted his nipples, making heavy fountains of cream spout from the mouths of both dicks.
Then he would be inside him, up to his balls, pumping another thick river of cum into the man�s guts and Chuck would gasp and moan and reach up and pull Barry down to him, their two muscular bodies married together in a dance of beautiful fucking, kissing his mouth, grabbing his ass, pulling him inside deeper and deeper, then pushing his fingers into Barry�s wet pucker and radiant surging cascades of refined masculine power, rapturous and euphoric, would enter his ass and the sensations of his dicks and his butt would embrace inside him and explode, just as he was exploding another fat gush of cream inside Chuck.
Chuck held almost nothing back. He did not gift the man with his own power, but he allowed him unfettered access to Chuck�s myriad and industrial-strength line of sexual and physical capabilities. Chuck had access to everything in a truman�s arsenal, and he was firing them all at Barry without restraint.
Chuck was going nuclear on Barry and Barry was taking it all in and asking for more.
He was amazed at first, and then he was astonished, and now he was truly shocked at the level of intensity that Barry was able to take and swallow - and then demand more.
There truly was something different - something unique and special - separating this new breed of transformed men from his own stock. They may not have developed some of the same capabilities and superhuman powers as he and his brothers, but they seemed even more attuned to the sexual connotations that Transform delivered. Even Chuck, who considered himself among the most powerful - if not the most powerful - of sexual beings on the entire planet was finding himself taxed with trying to keep up with Barry.
They lost track of time. The room was a disaster area, with broken furniture strewn about in splinters and rags and over-saturated with the scent of the men. Sweat and sex filled the space, and both were releasing heavy clouds of thickly scented pheromones that drifted outside into the chill night air.
Finally, Barry pulled his still-erupting fountain from Chuck�s accommodating ass, kissed the man�s warm, soft mouth soundly and collapsed against him, resting his head on Chuck�s massive pectoral mountains and he sprayed hot, sticky sex all over their skin, feeling it revitalize them as it was sucked inside to feed their insatiable hunger.
He came like a fountain, pushing a heavy stream of powerful cum from his swollen, over-stimulated balls, and they both groaned in ecstatic bliss. It splattered and splashed as he came and came, feeling Chuck�s strong arms surrounding his mass, swimming his fingers through the thick puddles of cum until they evaporated inside their bodies.
�Well,� Barry said, �that was fun.�
�You have a way with understatement,� Chuck observed with deep, soft laughter.
�You didn�t think that was fun?�
�Oh, I thought it was a bit more than fun,� the handsome man said, kissing his lover. �You�re quite a remarkable young man.�
�I�m quite a remarkable man, young or old,� Barry boasted. �What�s being young got to do with it? How old are you, Mr. College?�
�Oh, yeah. College. I keep forgetting that part.�
��I keep forgetting that part,�� Barry repeated, trying to mimic Chuck�s absurdly deep and powerful tone. �You�re one weird dude, you know that?�
�If you think I�m weird I have some friends you should meet.�
Barry sat up and twisted around to look at Chuck�s inhumanly handsome visage. �If they�re anything like you, let�s call �em up and have a party!�
Chuck laughed again. It was a rich, warm sound that Barry could feel as well as hear. Chuck reach up and twisted one of Barry�s fat nipples. �You,� he said, �I like.�
�The feeling is mutual,� Barry agreed. He reached down behind him with his hand and found Chuck�s prick. It was warm and thick and still firm, though less than its nearly constant rock-solid state. He moved his hand beneath it and gripped it tenderly. �You fuck like you haven�t fucked in years, dude.�
�Feels like it sometimes,� Chuck admitted.
�That was some heavy duty shit there, especially at around hour two�or was it three?�
�Which?�
�That thing you did where you were underneath me and then you somehow twisted me around like a fucking corkscrew and suddenly you were on top and my legs were split open and you were bending down pushing your mouth against mine without stopping for a second, pistoning away like a fucking diesel truck on my well-worn hole.�
Chuck smiled. �Oh, yeah. That part.�
As his lover smiled, Barry felt a cascade of something like pure bliss shake his senses. God damn but the man was handsome. Not just handsome, downright beautiful. �You�re beautiful,� he said. And then he squeezed Chuck�s dick.
�You�re not so bad yourself,� Chuck agreed, moving his large, powerful hand across Barry�s massive pecs.
�And fuck if you can�t fuck like a motherfucker!�
Chuck laughed again. �Flirt.�
Barry winked. He was looking into Chuck�s face, and a question occurred to him. �How many?�
Chuck blew a breath out between his full, moist lips. �Well, I guess it depends on whether you count each time we switched places or if it was all one long continuous�.�
Barry punched Chuck�s meaty chest playfully. �No, stupid, I mean how many lovers have you been with?�
�You first,� Chuck said. He wasn�t sure he could count that high, and if he did he wasn�t sure Barry would believe him. Every one of his Transformed brothers. Every man he had ever transformed. Hundreds, for sure, if not close to a thousand.
Barry closed his eyes and his lips moved a little. He smiled more than once and even moaned and cooed as he went through his repertoire. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Chuck again. �Around forty, I think.�
�Forty guys?�
�Oh, fuck, no. Only three guys. Forty girls.�
�Only three guys?�
�You�re lucky number three if you�re wondering.�
�Fuck.�
�Is that a good �fuck� or a bad �fuck�?�
�It�s a good fuck. I�m just surprised. You know your way around a dick like you were born to it.�
�I kinda was. I mean, I�m an owner so I know what feels good, right? And me and Tim have been going at it practically non-stop since�this happened,� he said, raising his and and bending his arm to make all that new prime muscle meat bulge and swell, �and I figure Mr. Big Balls has been with his fair share of dudes, so he�s been an excellent teacher.�
�How did it happen?�
�The muscle thing?� Chuck nodded, reaching up and running his hand through Barry�s hair with gentle strokes. Barry shrugged his wide shoulders. �He sorta�lost control or something. I mean, I gotta admit I have some responsibility for it too. Takes two to tango and all that, and the dude can be very convincing when he has your legs in the air and his tongue is down there lapping at your asshole.�
�I�d imagine so,� Chuck agreed. The taste of Barry�s tight pucker was still on his tongue.
�So, yeah, he was pretty riled up and he has this�thing. Which I guess you�ve noticed since you�re down the hall from us.�
�The sexplosion?�
Now Barry laughed. �Yeah. Sexplosion. I like that. He calls it the Time Bomb, because when the timer goes off he just goes off, and if you�re in the way, well�� He ran his hands across both of his mountainous pecs and then down his rippled belly, ending his exploration by reaching along the thick inches of his new prick and petting his monster familiarly. �Anyway, I guess it gets�I dunno, pent up or caged or something and if he doesn�t, like, let it go every once in a while, it fucking goes off all at once and I was in the right place at the wrong time.�
�Wrong time? So you�regret that he�?�
Barry planted his hands on either side of the huge man beneath him. �Oh, fuck no! Are you fucking kidding me? I mean, yeah, I�ll have a hell of a time explaining this all to my mom. She�s gonna fucking freak the fuck out!� His voice went up a couple of registers as he began another mimicry. �Just what have you done to yourself, Timothy Percy Manners? You look a fright with all those muscles all over you!� His twisted his face into a grimace. �Yeah, can�t wait for that day.�
�Percy?�
�Shut the fuck up,� Barry warned. He settled his shaggy head back onto Chuck�s chest and re-applied his grip to the man�s huge prick, trying without success to squeeze Chuck�s mammoth meat hard. It only made his cock surge with its own firmness and swell outward against his grip. He exhaled loudly and shook his head at the man�s power and control. �So, what�s it like?�
�What�s what like?�
�Being a truman?�
Chuck sighed out a heavy breath and closed his eyes. �There goes your Christmas surprise.�
�Yeah, well, Christmas is over and New Year�s is coming. I�m not an idiot, Chuck.� He squeezed his dick hard again, and felt Chuck pressing back against him, swelling huge. �Nobody, and I mean nobody looks the way you do and does the things you can do who isn�t a truman - or whatever it is that Tim is. And, I guess, I am, too.�
�You�re not a truman,� Chuck said, �at least not yet.�
�Yeah? Is that a not-so-subtle offer, Superman?�
�I�m not Superman.�
�Can you bend steel with your bare hands?�
�Sort of.�
�Are you faster than a locomotive?�
�Depends on what I�ve had for breakfast.�
�Can you leap tall buildings in a single bound?�
�What�s a �bound,� anyway? Is that a jump? Why not just say single jump? No one knows what the fuck a bound is.�
Barry thumped his head against Chuck�s chest again. �Can you fly, Superman?�
�Depends on one�s definition of fly�.�
�Can you float around in the sky without benefit of plane or parachute or strings or anything? You know�fly?�
�Technically? I guess you could say that I can fly.�
Barry stroked Chuck�s cock. �Happy to make your acquaintance, Superman.�
�But the heat vision thing, totally can�t do that.�
Barry twisted his head on his neck to meet Chuck�s free gaze. �Timmy and me, we aren�t truman?�
�Not precisely, no. Because you weren't transformed by a truman. Something else is happening. Something similar but different.�
�So�we get the two dicks thing and the giant muscles thing and the constant state of hyper-horniness thing but not the flying thing and�what else?�
�What else?�
�Yeah, what else have you got that I haven�t got?� He stroked Chuck�s cock like he was petting a friendly snake.
�Well, you can certainly fuck like a truman.�
�That sounds like a compliment.�
�That is totally a compliment.� Chuck scrubbed Barry�s scalp in a friendly manner.
�Dude, the hair!� Chuck laughed. �What else?�
�How much can you control yourself. Your body, I mean.�
�I can get bigger and smaller, though you appear to be able to do that a lot better than me, so any pointers there would be appreciated. Ripping apart my clothes is starting to get fucking annoying. And I can tuck up my spare dick.� He raised himself off Chuck�s chest again and turned on him. �And just what the fuck is that all about anyway? Who�s bright idea was it to grow another dick?� He glanced down his body towards his crotch. �It�s not like one constantly horny super cock is bad enough, I have two of these things constantly throbbing with hot sex twenty-four-seven! What the fuck�Chuck?� He smiled at his rhyme.
�Yeah, you're not the first guy with a complaint. It�s not all roses and paper hearts, is it?�
�Fuck, no!� He settled back on Chuck again, throwing his hands and arms around to illustrate his frustration. �I fucking loved vagina! Tits and vagina! Sticking my dick inside a nice juicy warm comfy cunt and fucking away at that shit!�
�Such language!�
�I�m serious bro!�
�I know bro.�
�Don�t say bro. It sounds weird.�
�Okay. No bro, and no reminding Barry about his love of vagina.�
Barry punched Chuck�s chest. Chuck tensed up involuntarily. It was like striking a leather covered boulder. �Ow! Fuck!�
�Sorry!�
�Jesus, dude, what are you, made of rocks and iron?�
�Yes, Barry. I�m made of rocks and iron. I shoot liquid metal out of my cock and my blood is made of lava.�
Barry laughed, and then he smiled. �If you weren�t so fucking beautiful it would be easier to stay mad at you.�
�Hate to break it to you but you can�t stay mad anyway.� Barry�s eyebrow arched, and Chuck said, �Just another handy dandy quirk of being partially truman. We don�t get angry. We don�t get violent. We don�t have the capacity for it.�
�I get angry,� Barry argued. �I get plenty angry!�
�When were you�whatever it is Tim does?�
�Three days ago.�
Chuck rolled his eyes. �You�re just a baby. You�ve got a lot to learn yet, my friend.�
�Baby, huh? How about if I fuck you with both my baby dicks again and we�ll see if I�m �just a baby.��
�And you just proved my point.�
�How did I do that, Superman?�
�It�s why you�re horny all the time. Or most of the time.� He looked at Barry and moved his gaze down the young man�s powerful new body, focusing at last on his heavy dick, which was already throbbing and lengthening at the thought of another round of sex with Chuck. �All the time. You don�t get angry, you get horny. Your aggression gets rerouted. At least, that�s the way it�s supposed to work.�
�I won�t get angry?�
�Not truly angry, no. You�ll get frustrated and annoyed and bent out of shape. But you�ll ever get to a state of violence. You just won�t.�
�And can I sexplode?�
Chuck laughed again. �I don�t know. Have you tried?�
�How would I try something like that?�
�How does Tim do it?�
�He just�does it. Like I said, he�s not always in control of it. Sometimes he leaks.�
�He leaks?�
Barry nodded. �You can�sort of�feel him. Feel his�whatever�sex. Horniness. It leaks out and sort of infects you and suddenly you�re hard as a rock and your brain is sizzling with pictures of naked beauty and you�re pulling your little stiffy out and going to town.�
�Big stiffy.�
�I stand corrected,� Barry agreed.
�And you�re sure that�s him and not just you looking at him and thinking, fwah, I want a piece of that action?�
�I told you, bro, I was totally a muff diver before�all this.� He motioned again at his naked body, now overwhelmed with muscle and honed to a state of perfect development.
�Me, too.�
Barry pulled himself up and pivoted. �Shut the fuck up!�
He nodded. �Cross my heart. Your friendly neighborhood Chuck was a die-hard hetero before my friend Todd decided to spill his ample load all over me�or was it the good doctor who did it to me? So long ago now I hardly remember.�
Barry dug his fingers through Chuck�s fur, combing its curls across the globes of his chest. �How long ago?�
�Years. Lots of years and lots of guys.� He sighed, thinking about all the men who disappeared, and all his missing friends. �Tim doesn�t try to keep it a secret, then?�
Barry shook his head. �Can�t, can he? First day I met him the guy made me cum in my skivvies.� Chuck laughed, folding his arms behind his head. It made his biceps swell into footballs. �Swear to God. Dude goes into the john and he�s stroking off - I can totally hear him in there, probably lubed up his joint with a gob of spit,� he paused, considering something and then looked down at his own dick as he started releasing a steady flow of lubing precum honey, �or maybe something else - and when he goes off I go off. He gets all sheepish and shit, comes out looking like he does, all muscle and cock, apologizing and feeling bad about making me have a gallon-cum fucking orgasm and I�m thinking, hell, this guy looks like some fucking gym juicer who�s gonna be shooting roids in his ass and going apeshit on me when I accidentally use his soap. Turns out he�s this little puppy dog built like a fucking tank with the friendly disposition of a Hallmark card and too much fucking sex fuel in his rockets.� He shrugged. �We kind of got along from day one.�
�I�ll say it again, Barry. You? I like.� He reached up and cupped his hand behind Barry�s neck and pulled him into another patented all-encompassing Chuck-styled perfect kiss of utter passion.
�Fuck dude,� Barry said breathlessly. �I could really learn to like that.�
�You want some more, then?�
�Only all that I can get!� He pushed his mouth against Chuck�s again and grabbed his head in his hands, slipping his strong fingers into the other man�s dark, sweaty locks as if to devour him whole. He pulled his lips away and gazed into the sea green gaze of the man under him, feeling his heat and power throbbing like a current from his muscles and cock. �Fuck.�
�Again?� Chuck asked, grinning. �Who�s on top this round?�
Barry leaned up on him, straddling Chuck�s frame, and started playing with the rubbery nubs of his nipples. �So what brings you to our neck of the woods, Superman? You�re living down here with Jeremy and I haven�t noticed him sprouting muscles and a second dick - oh, until my friend the Timebomb went off, of course.�
�Research,� Chuck answered mysteriously.
�Research,� Barry repeated. Then he grabbed Chuck�s nipples hard and twisted them like knobs on a stove top. �What sort of research?�
Chuck just grinned. He enjoyed a little nipple torture - or a lot, in this case. �Top secret,� he said.
�Don�t tell me after all this you don�t trust me.�
�You�ll pardon an observation, but you don�t seem the kind of person who can keep a secret.�
�What, you don�t want anyone to know you�re a truman?�
�That�s part of it.�
�What�s the rest of it?� Chuck pursed his lips and Barry renewed his nipple torture. �Oh, c�mon, I can keep my mouth shut!�
�It�s�complicated.�
�Is it about Timmy?�
�Partially.�
�You gonna transform him?� Chuck didn�t answer. �You gonna transform me?�
�You want to be truman?�
�Hmm, lemme think. Look like you. Fuck like you. Be like you. Yeah, that sounds awful. Of course I wanna be truman!�
�There�s a cost.�
He squirmed his butt against Chuck�s pelvis. �Everything has a cost.� Then his eyes narrowed. �What�s the cost?�
�Loneliness.�
�Loneliness? Fuck, every person I meet is gonna want to fuck me! How in the world are you lonely?�
�These changes�changes to your body and your brain, changes to your masculinity, your sexuality, your strength, your appetites and capacities�these changes will separate you from everyone else. You won�t be able to be with normal people anymore, because they�ll never accept you and they�ll never satisfy you.�
�I don�t get you. Look at you! You can have anybody you want! You can�.�
Chuck was shaking his head. �The transformation alters you radically. You think you know what it�s like because Tim changed you. But this is a ladder with several rungs above you. You�re just at the beginning. Wait until you go home and try to be with your old friends, and all you want to do is fuck them. Change them. Make them bigger like you, stronger like you. But they�ll see you as a freak. A pervert. A deviant. You think it�s hard to wear clothing now? Your body will make it so you never have to wear a stitch, no matter how cold it gets. No matter how hot it gets. This world isn�t meant for people like me. This world rejects people like me, so people like me learn to hide, and to lie, and to disappear.�
�Wow, bro. Way to kill a hard-on.�
Chuck laughed his warm laugh. �That�s your cost, then, Barry. You�ll never see your old friends, your family, or anyone you ever knew again.� He brushed Barry�s sweaty hair from his blue eyes. �Did you ever ask Tim about what happened when his friends started changing? What happened to him when he changed?�
�Well�no�but I�m sure that�.�
�Maybe you should do that. Maybe it was different this time, with all these young guys. Maybe when they all started sprouting muscles and growing like weeds and were suddenly drawn to each other and making out behind the cafeteria or sucking each others� dicks in the bathroom or buttfucking their friends at the drop of a hat�maybe it was all fine and dandy with their community. Maybe nothing happened at all.�
�Maybe,� Barry agreed, though there was doubt in his voice. �But what about you? There are other trumans. Others like you. It can�t be that lonely. Right?�
Chuck only sighed, and didn�t offer an answer.
�You�re just being a drama queen.�
�What an odd turn of phrase from a vagina-loving titty-sucker.�
�I�d still go for a tight little twat now and then.�
�And do you believe you�ll be able to slip that gentle beast inside someone�s little wet cave?� He looked down at Barry�s nearly foot-long monster, still drooling a stream of precum from its lovely mouth. �We�re built only for each other, my friend and gentle companion. Your cock and my ass, made in heaven and fitting like a key inside a lock. You need me as much as I need you.�
�You need me?�
�Or someone like you.�
�Thanks for not sugar-coating it and making me feel so special.� Barry pouted dramatically until Chuck pulled himself up and kissed his mouth, pushing a thick, unfiltered cascade of pure bliss through Barry�s huge frame and earning a contented sigh and groan in return. �Awww, you DO care!�
Chuck rolled his eyes. �You know what I mean. It�s like you and Tim. I need someone built to take me on.�
�Oh, so now you�re not only Superman, you�re Jonah Falcon, too?�
�Who�s Jonah Falcon?�
�The man who owns the world�s biggest penis.�
�I beg to differ with that judgement.� Barry felt something suddenly poking him in the back, and realized it was Chuck�s dick.
�Just how big are you?�
�As big as you can imagine.�
�And what�s the whole �take me on� about?�
�I�m too powerful now to be with normal men. Too strong. Too well equipped. My capacity for sex and pleasure extends beyond what any normal guy could withstand.�
�Pull the other one.�
�Stick it out there and I�ll suck it, too.�
Barry laughed. �So you�re saying that if you tried doing what we just did with some Joe on the street�.�
�He�d go crazy.�
�Crazy. Like, start giggling uncontrollably and shove out a load and�?�
Chuck shook his head. �Literally crazy. Like, lose his mind crazy. I�m too strong, now. Too powerful. Even if I tried holding myself back, the level of sexual bliss I�d level on him would be too intense for his brain to handle. I�d inundate him. Drown him. Push him so far down the love roller coaster that he�d never come back.�
�Well, holy shit.� He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. �Is that why you and Jeremy never�?�
�Partially.�
�You want what Timmy has, and you want to use Jeremy to get it.� Chuck smiled. Barry wasn�t just good looking, he was smart to boot. �That seems devious and underhanded, except that Tim is in love with that little dude.� He wrinkled his brow. �What about me?�
�You didn�t get it from Tim.�
�How can you be sure?�
�I just poured enough sex onto your body to light up Manhattan. I pushed every button you own as hard as I could, and if you had it you would�ve exploded for sure by now.�
�Why do you want it?�
�I don�t want it, but I need it.�
�You don�t already have it? That�s weird.�
Chuck shook his head. �Sometimes there are deviations in the development, things happen for no reason, guys develop new powers, or stronger powers. Tim happens to be one of those guys. No one else can do what he does.�
�You can�t do it.�
�Interestingly not at the level he can manage. I can insert pleasure into men�s minds, make them cum with a thought, make them feel like I�m�.�
�Make them feel like you�re fucking them when you�re just standing there.� Chuck nodded. �Tim can do that, too. Did it to me that first day. Did it to this other dude while I watched him do it. He just stands there and�does something. And you can, too?� Chuck nodded. �Then what�?�
�It�s the other thing. The time bomb. The sexplosion. It�s�incredibly powerful. Powerful enough to affect me, and I�m pretty much beyond the power of anyone I don�t want to be overpowered by. I�m the king of sex - the god of sex, if there was such a thing - but your friend Tim has something even more powerful than that.�
�And you couldn�t just ask him? He�s a very nice dude.�
�That feeling you had when we met? You were drawn to me. You were overwhelmed by me. And that would happen to Tim, too, and then I might transform him, because I couldn�t stop myself. He can overwhelm me, and it would break the chains I keep over that roaring beast inside me. I don�t know what will happen to that power if I do that. I might erase it - and I need it.�
�Why do you need it?�
Chuck considered his options. Should he tell Barry what he needs, why he�s here, what he hopes to regain? Can he trust him? He looked at the beautiful, powerful, sexy young man straddling his body and said, �I want to bring my friends back.�
�Where did they go?�
�I don�t know.�
�How can you not know?�
Chuck shrugged. �Long story. And I can tell you all about it. But�do you want to keep talking, or do you want to keep fucking?�
�Hmm. That�s certainly a difficult question that someone like me could spend a lifetime in contemp�FUCKING!�
Barry�s twins rose to their majestic peaks and began to flow with honey as he leaned forward to kiss Chuck�s mouth, straddling the muscular behemoth and opening his ass invitingly. Chuck�s cock reached out to kiss against Barry�s pucker, its bulbous head emerging from the thick cowl of foreskin like a rosebud, his thick and veiny shaft lengthening by the inch as Chuck pushed himself inside and began to fuck Barry�s ass without moving his hips, using only the power of his body to obey his commands, making his cock swell and recede as it began spitting hard gushes of hot cream inside his lover�s super-powered body.
Barry sank into a sea of pure and perfect pleasure.
�What�s�?�
�Are you ready for me?,� Chuck growled softly. �Are you ready for the full Chuck?�
Power. Thick and heavy and all-encompassing. Sex and muscle. It was flooding into him, and Barry could feel it spreading like mercury, a hot, thick, wet sensation that spread from his belly to his chest to his arms. It flowed down his legs and into his fingers and toes.
Power.
More power.
Unlimited power.
�Am I�?�
�Not yet,� Chuck told him. �I will give you everything. I will lift you up to the highest level of male power. I will give you unlimited sex and unlimited drive and unlimited strength. Nothing beyond your reach. I will teach you to fly. But not yet.�
The embodiment of human male perfection.
�Fuck me,� Barry said softly.
Tim was back in his empty room after wandering around campus for a while. He was trying to figure out what went wrong - again. And why this kept on happening.
Shouldn�t it be easier than this? Guys, like, every guy�they were practically drooling over him! All he had to do was walk into a room, put out a little Tim juice and mop them up like a sponge. Back home, hell, they were lined up to be with him. He was the Timebomb!
His handsome face twisted into a grimace of curiosity and confusion.
It should be so much easier than this.
He sat his bulk on the bed and scrubbed a hand through his hair. Why was love so�hard?
He was contemplating this essential and impossible question when he heard - and felt - some rather energetic and athletic activity coming from somewhere in the vicinity of Jeremy�s room. Mingled with the sounds of heavy bodies apparently trying to break all the furniture he could discern the familiar groans and the deeply satisfied moans of profoundly realized pleasure that his roommate and lover, Barry, used with alarming fidelity.
The sound was both curious and energizing. Tim felt his libido heating up as his roommate�s deeply satisfied sexual vocalizations reached into his brain and started stroking his cocks and licking his ass and kissing his mouth. Curious, because what the hell was he doing over there instead of over here?
He stood up and walked down the hallway towards the sounds of his lover�s groans and rapped his knuckles against the door. �Yo, Barry?�
The groaning stopped very quickly.
�Bare? What are you doing in there?�
�Nothing!� his friend called out in his deep, sexy growl.
�Uhhh, could you open the door? This isn�t even your room.�
�Yeah, I�I�m�uh��
There were whispers and soft voices, Barry said "No fucking way," and then the door opened and Tim's roommate was standing in the doorway completely naked, coated in a sheen of sweat, and stinking of sex. He was breathing hard, his massive chest swelling and expanding, flexing the finger-thick cables of power stretching across his pecs and making his lickable, chewable nipples rise and fall. His eight-pack abdominal wall bulged each deeply defined brick of muscle and he had that wicked, anything-but-innocent smile on his handsome face that always made Tim�s blood sizzle.
Both of his ample and talented cocks were jutting up from his groin, throbbing with insistent need and drooling warm honey that draped down their long necks and dripped along his massively muscled thighs and over his visibly swollen ball sack. �Hi,� he said, leaning his bulk on the door frame, one arm stretched overhead as he wiped his mouth with the back of his other forearm. A heavy stink of Barry Sex came wafting from his exposed armpit and his pricks continued to flow heavy streams of delicious and lubricating pre-cum.
Tim peeked over his shoulder. �What are you doing down here?�
�Me?� he asked. �Doing?�
Tim rose up on his toes to look over Barry�s thick and mountainous shoulders at the wreck of the room behind him. �Where�s Charles?�
�Who?�
�Charles.�
�Well, oh, yeah, um�hey, what happened with you and Jeremy?�
�Nothing. Where�s Charles?�
�He had�something�he had to leave. Suddenly. And. Yeah.�
�Just now?�
�No. Oh, no. He left�a while ago. So�.�
�So�what are you doing?�
�I was just�straightening up�a bit. And�.�
�And?�
�And� um�.�
�What�s with the boys?�
�Boys?�
Tim grabbed Barry�s twins roughly and squeezed him hard. �The boys. I�ve never known you to get all hot and bothered by a little straightening up.�
�Yeah� um�� Barry looked down and shook his head. �I guess I was just� I�m horny!�
�Horny.�
�Yeah!�
That, at least, was easy to believe, because when was Barry not horny? �I heard you having sex.�
�No, I�.�
�Barry, if anyone in the world knows what you sound like when you�re having sex, you�re looking straight at him.�
�I was�jerking off!�
�In Jeremy�s room.�
�Yeah!�
�After having sex with Charles.�
�Yeah.�
�For three hours.�
He shrugged. �Time flies where you�re having fun!�
Tim�s forehead creased and he sighed. �Well, do you need any help?�
�Help?�
�Straightening up? I�m kinda curious to see what it is about straightening up a dorm room that gets you this worked up. Maybe we can use that to keep our own place a bit more spic and span.�
�Oh. No. I�ll be back in a few minutes. Almost done here.�
Tim looked over Barry�s shoulders again and the rampant destruction and disrepair of almost every piece of furniture in the small space. �Uh huh.�
Barry pushed his hand against Tim�s chest and moved him out of sight of the room�s interior. �It�ll just be a second, and then if you want to we can have some fun.�
�I�m not really in the mood.�
Barry�s demeanor changed almost immediately. �Oh, fuck.�
�What?�
�What did you do?�
�Nothing. I told you.�
�You fucked it up somehow, didn�t you?�
�Barry, I didn�t do anything!�
�Okay. Okay. We can fix this. We need to fix this.�
�I don�t think he�s interested in�.�
�Oh, fuck no, dude. You are not going into poor pitiful me mode over one rejection.�
�He didn�t�. I wasn�t�.�
�Look, just� go back to the room and I�ll be there in a couple of minutes. Okay?�
�Barry, you�re acting really weird.�
�Just go back to our room, okay? We can fix this. I promise.�
�I don�t�.�
�Back. To. Our. Room. Right now, young man!� Barry spun Tim around and slapped his ass hard, and watched his obviously confused and dejected friend walk slowly back up the hallway. �Fuck,� he said softly.
Chuck appeared in the doorway. �I swear, that guy could make a prostitute have second thoughts.�
Barry laughed slightly and looked over. �That was a neat trick.�
�Which one? The one where I was fucking you and then I moved my tongue into�.�
�The one where you were suddenly not there anymore.�
�Oh. That one.�
�Yeah. That one. You have quite a few tricks left up your nonexistent sleeve, don�t you?� Barry looked Chuck�s superhuman body up and down and sighed dramatically. �Looks like we need to call it a night.�
�Looks like,� Chuck agreed. �You�ve got some work to do.�
�So do you.�
Chuck nodded. �Yeah. Jeremy.�
�Jeremy.�
�And Tim.�
They both shook their heads in wonder. �Assholes,� they both said in unison.