Teen Transform: The College Years 17
by AKA
“This place?”
“Yeah. Why, is something wrong with this place?”
Jeremy looked up at the sign over the coffee shop. Jasper’s. “No.”
“The burgers are great. At least, that’s what I keep hearing.”
“A burger sounds fine,” Jeremy agreed.
The place had a different sort of air about it in the daylight. As they entered, looking like a varsity collegiate wrestler followed by a super heavyweight bodybuilder, the young woman at the register did a slight double-take, but then told them to ‘sit anywhere’ and they moved into the dining area. Oddly, or coincidentally, Tim made directly for the exact same back booth where Jeremy and Jeff had spent a very agreeable and surprising hour together much earlier that morning.
Jeremy paused, then Tim looked back and asked, “This okay?”
Jeremy swallowed and shrugged, nodding his head and waiting for Tim to move his ample bulk into the booth. Tim was…huge. He realized that the man was big, but watching him attempt to maneuver his large muscular frame into this normal-sized booth, sitting exactly where he had been sitting with Jeff, it focused attention on the man’s size even more keenly than having his bulk shadowing him as they walked.
He wanted to take Tim’s hand with the ease and instant familiarity that Jeff had slipped his fingers into Jeremy’s but something held him back. His heart was pounding and his skin felt hot and cold simultaneously. Neither had spoken much more than a few words while they walked.
With Jeff, Jeremy felt at first like the dominant one. He was taller, broader, thicker, stronger and more powerful than Jeff, but Jeff’s confidence was overwhelming, and in the end Jeremy still felt smaller and vulnerable. Walking next to Tim’s muscled bulk, he felt a bit like a tugboat next to an ocean liner. Everything about Tim was overwhelming. Not just his size, but his beauty and the sense of pure sensuality that seemed to pour off him in waves. He moved with a sleek, animal stride, and heat came off his huge form as if he were a furnace in the winter.
Tim’s demeanor was like that of a man protecting something precious, or scared of making the wrong move that would drive that precious thing away. He watched Jeremy’s new body move with an intense aura of desire, stronger than he usually felt and certainly stronger than he had ever felt for any other individual. Jeremy was a lodestone and he was a magnet. And his dick throbbed and bulged and tingled with strong, constant shocks of sex inside his tight jeans.
“Thanks for coming to lunch,” Tim said, grabbing the menus and handing one to Jeremy.
“No problem,” he answered, looking at the colorful variety of fired foods offered on the plastic-coated sheet.
“I’ve never…done this before.”
“Had lunch?” Jeremy said, half-joking.
But Tim was serious. “Been on a date.”
“Never?” He shook his handsome blond head. “You’ve been on even one date?”
He shrugged. “I usually just fuck the guys I like.” He realized what words had come from his mouth too late. “I mean….”
“That’s okay,” Jeremy said. “I kinda figured.”
The absurdity of their date had occurred to both men, in fact. Jeremy was trying very hard to conceal what he had been doing with Jeff, wondering if it showed on his face or on his movements, whether Tim would know he’d had sex, now, and what he would do. Shouldn’t this all make things easier, instead of harder? Before he was frightened of how Tim would react once he discovered that Jeremy was a virgin. Now he was having the same irrational fears once he discovered he was not.
Tim was just trying to hold it together. He wanted very much, very deeply, to kiss Jeremy. He wanted to surround him in his arms, to pull him close to his body, to embrace him in the safety and strength of his muscles and then to kiss his mouth, kiss his neck, lick his skin, move his hand under Jeremy’s shirt - under his own shirt! - and to caress Jeremy’s chest, pluck his nipple, feel his warm skin. Jeremy offered a carnal cavalcade of sensual delights that Tim ached to explore.
But he held himself back. Words, he told himself. Use words. Tell him how you feel. How you want him. How you want to be with him. How you would do anything - anything in the world - just to be with him.
“Afternoon, gents,” a male voice said. They both looked up with startled expressions, and the waiter asked, “can I get you anything to drink? The shakes here are legendary.”
“Coke, please,” Jeremy asked.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Tim agreed.
“You guys know what you want?”
I WANT TO PIN THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY TO THE FLOOR AND FUCK HIS BRAINS OUT AND KISS HIS LIPS AND MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER THAN HE’S EVER FELT IN HIS LIFE! “Cheeseburger and fries,” Tim answered.
“You want bacon on that?”
I WANT TO FEEL JEREMY’S BODY AGAINST MINE, I WANT TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I WANT TO BE NAKED AND WET AND HOT AND FEELING LIKE I’M GOING TO EXPLODE WITH THE BIGGEST FUCKING FLOOD OF CREAM THAT THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN! “Sure.”
“How about you?”
“The same,” Jeremy answered.
I WANT THE SAME THING! Tim heard inside his head. He pulled in a slow breath and pushed the menu back into its holder. Then he folded his hands together and shut his eyes tightly.
“You okay?” Jeremy asked.
“Mostly,” Tim answered. “Sorry, I just…Um….” He opened his eyes and looked down. His knuckles were white. “I feel like I need to apologize for.. the thing.”
“What thing?”
“You know, making you…making your body…”
Jeremy’s face registered disbelief and he huffed out a short, sharp laugh through his nose. “Oh, well, that’s not…I’m not angry or anything. I mean, look, it’s not like you have any, sort of, I guess, control over it. Mostly. It’s not like you intended to….”
“I just…I feel like….”
“Do you think I’m mad at you?”
Tim looked over. “I’m not in love with Barry,” he said quickly.
“Okaaaaaay.”
“I mean, I love him, like I said. But, I’m not…we’re not….”
“Okay,” Jeremy repeated. “It’s not really any of my business anyway. I shouldn’t have asked you…I was upset about…something, so I was rude and…”
“We just have sex.”
“Right.”
“And…well…we have a lot of sex.”
“Uh huh.”
“I guess we don’t have to have so much sex.”
“Okay.”
“Just sort of happens.”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, he’s naked, I’m naked, one thing leads to another…”
Nod.
“But we’re not, like, in love or anything. It’s kind of…well, there’s a practical side to having him around. For me.”
“I understand.”
“Because of the sex.”
“Yes, I get that.”
“Because I need so much of it.”
“Right.”
“And I have this giant…uh, I’m sort of gifted in certain departments.”
“I may have noticed that.”
“And it’s…convenient to have another dude around who is….”
“Similarly gifted?”
“Yeah.” He shook his head, adding, “Not that he’s not a good dude.”
“Mm hmm.”
“I mean, sometimes he’s an asshole.”
“.”
“I…I was an asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole.”
“Sometimes I’m an asshole.”
“Sometimes everyone is an asshole.”
“You’re not,” Tim said, and it was evident to Jeremy that he meant it.
“I am an asshole.” He and Jeff, sitting right here. Jeff sucking on his dick. “Sometimes.”
“You’re not,” Tim repeated. “You’re never mean or short. You treat people with respect. You’re polite and sweet and you’re always nice.”
“So are you.” Tim’s handsome mouth pursed but he said nothing. Jeremy put his hand over Tim’s tightly clasped grip and said, “So are you, Tim. I think you’re nice.” Tim’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You believe me?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe, sort of, talk about you and Barry a little bit less.” Tim looked over. “And all the great sex you’re having.”
“Oh,” he said. “Shit.”
“Sometimes - only sometimes - you can be a little, like, intimidating, but I don’t think you intend to be. You just can’t help it.”
He looked worried. “Do I intimidate you?”
Jeremy laughed softly again. “Like I said, sometimes.” He looked at Tim’s beautiful face and into his eyes. “You really don’t realize your effect on people, do you?”
He shook his head. “I dunno.”
“I guess it’s hard to see things from other people’s perspective. But you go wandering around naked all the time, and you look like that, and, yeah, sometimes you’re pretty intimidating.”
“I don’t mean to be.”
“I realize that. I try not to be intimidated, but you’re very…good looking. And…big.”
“You’re getting there, too,” Tim observed. His eyes traveled over Jeremy’s chest, enjoying the way his nipples were straining against the material. He looked…really good.
Jeremy looked down at himself. He thought that Tim’s large shirt did a good job of camouflaging his new assets, and he felt glad for that. “I guess so.”
“Do you feel intimidating?”
“I haven’t had time to consider it. This all happened sort of suddenly.”
“Yeah, sorry again.”
Jeremy realized he kept stepping on that particular land mine without intention, and that Tim couldn’t help blaming himself for what he perceived as a slight against Jeremy. “Just to be clear, I don’t hate it. I’m finding I rather like it, in fact. There are some…distinct advantages that come along with your generous gifts.” He placed his free hand against his biceps and tensed the muscle, feeling it swelling outward with force. It still felt peculiar to have all that hard, heavy meat hanging off his bones, but he did enjoy the sensation of strength that coursed through him with increasing power.
Tim smiled and looked down at Jeremy’s hand. “I can’t believe….”
“What?”
He looked at the smaller man. “I can’t believe you’re really here with me.”
Jeremy was taken aback at the genuine emotion behind Tim’s words. “I sort of can’t believe it either.” Tim freed his hands and moved one atop Jeremy’s. “Your hands are so big,” he observed.
Land mine.
Tim pulled his hands under the table and swallowed silently. The waiter arrived and slid the plates of food before them and set down to sweating plastic cups of brown bubbly soda. “Anything else you guys need?” he asked. “There’s ketchup and mustard on the table, and I can bring you hot sauce if you want that.”
“We’re fine, thank you,” Jeremy said. Tim remained a silent giant, looking down at his food.
The waiter retreated and a silence descended on the two muscular young men. Jeremy grabbed a fry and stuck it in his mouth. “What’s it like?”
“What?”
“Being Tim?”
“What’s it like?” He shrugged. “Nothing special, I guess.”
Jeremy’s snorted a laugh. “This from a guy who makes other guys magically develop muscle when he’s feeling good.” He took another fry and pointed it at the handsome man. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
He smiled. “In the hallway. When you were moving in.”
“You were naked….”
“As usual,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Yes, as usual." He put the fry into his mouth. "You were coming out of the showers and you offered to help me move my stuff into my room.” He took another fry. “That was really nice of you. I practically expected you to deck me, or at least just ignore me.”
Tim remembered it differently. He remembered seeing Jeremy and thinking how beautiful he was. Sort of delicate. So small and helpless, struggling with his bags. “I saw you and you reminded me of myself.”
“Me?”
He looked over, taking one of Jeremy’s fries. “I didn’t always look like this,” he explained as he reached into his back pocket. “Obviously. I mean, no one looks like this, right?” He opened his wallet and passed it over, showing Jeremy his driver’s license. “Not sure if I’ll ever be able to renew that. Probably take one look at that picture and then at me and wonder who I stole it from.”
Jeremy looked at Tim’s picture and his mouth fell open. There was a kid’s picture on the license, a young teen kid, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair trying to find a part. He looked a little scared and a little proud, and his smile was Tim’s. He was Tim. “Holy….”
“Yeah, ‘holy’ is right.” He leaned over and looked at the picture with Jeremy. His bulk, his heat, his hardness, pressed against Jeremy in a most agreeable fashion. “That was me,” he said, taking his wallet back. “I sort of looked like you did then, before I….”
“What were you like?” Jeremy asked, instantly curious about that other Tim. He could relate to that guy. He wasn’t made of perfect masculine everything, and he probably didn’t smell like pure sex, either.
“Oh, kind of nerdy. Shy, I guess. Afraid that people would figure out about me, what I was like, what I….”
“What were you like?”
“Awkward. I mean…more awkward. Gay. So, I mean, stuff was really weird there, back home. All these guys who look like I do now, swelling with muscle, growing tall and thick and horny as fu…all get out.”
“Horny as fuck,” Jeremy said.
Tim smiled. “Yeah. Horny as fuck. And little Timothy Balmer trying his best to fit in, hide himself, afraid of everyone. Then one day I see my old friend Daniel. We grew up together, neighbors and all that, used to call me Timster. ‘Hey, Timster!’” Tim’s voice took on a lilt it usually lacked. He was more animated and more relaxed than Jeremy had ever seen him. “Anyway one day I see him and he looks…like I do now. Chest out to here, shoulders out to here, bulge in his jeans like he’s smuggling a salami. You couldn’t really avoid all those guys, they were everywhere. Hung out together, kissing each other on the mouth like it’s just what every guy does with another guy, but who’s gonna go up and beat the shit out of you when you look like you could fuck up a Mack truck?”
“Not many people,” Jeremy said, taking a fry from Tim’s plate in retaliation.
“It happened so fast. He was completely different. Not just how he looked, but how he acted. He was so…sure of himself. So….”
“Confident,” Jeremy suggested. Jeff’s smiling face appeared in his head. Jeff’s naked body.
“Yeah. Confident. And I thought, that’s what I want. I want to be like that. No one’s gonna fuck with me. No one’s gonna pick on me or call me faggot or…like, all the things I was so scared of, I imagined them just,” he put his hand up and fanned out his fingers. “Poof! Gone.”
Jeremy ate another fry and just listened.
“He came over to see me. I was avoiding him, since he…. I never…I lied to him about being gay. I told him I wasn’t, and wasn’t that a terrible thing to be? Wasn't that a bad thing to be? I started, like, blaming him for how I felt. Or something. I dunno. Probably wasn’t thinking straight - well. I acted stupid. Probably…no, I was.”
“You were frightened.”
“Maybe. Probably. I was scared. Scared of him. Scared of how I felt about him. Scared of these feelings. Shit, I…just wanted him! I wanted him so bad!” Jeremy opened his mouth to say something, but Tim continued talking without noticing. “Anyway, Daniel comes over and…you have to understand, we were, like, best friends. But then he changed like that and we stopped talking because…you know, I think I stopped talking to him because I was so attracted to him. That never even…huh.” He got a faraway look in his eyes for a moment, then he looked over and saw Jeremy staring at him. “So, um, so….”
“So he comes over….”
“Right, so he comes over and I guess it was, like, his plan all along to make me join Muscle Club too. I think…I guess…he missed me as much as I missed him. Only instead of just coming over to play Xbox, he whips out his cock and starts pumping jizz all over me.”
“As one does,” Jeremy added drily.
That made Tim smile and he looked over. Jeremy melted a little. “Right? And then presto change-o,” he slapped his broad, meaty chest, “new Tim emerges from his chrysalis and the rest is history.”
“How long ago was that?”
“More than a year. Seems like a really long time ago.”
“And how…what happened, after?”
“It was weird. But good. Mostly. The guys were great. I loved those dudes. We had so much fucking fun. And so much fucking! Other people…started treating me differently, just like I hoped. But they weren’t…people got weirded out.” He looked over, shrugging. “Can’t blame ‘em, but I was…inside, I was still me. It’s weird, changing like that. Outside, everything’s different. You’re big, strong, you feel like…like you could take on anything, any challenge, any…it was so awesome. But inside I wasn’t all that different. I’d look in the mirror and shock myself. I’d forget sometimes when I got up in the morning. I mean, yeah, my dick - dicks - certainly went out of their way to remind me. But, like, I dunno. Sometimes it hurt. There was no one….”
“No one to hold your hand.” He looked at Tim’s big paws.
Tim opened them and looked at them too. “Something like that. I mean, who’s prepared for this, right? I tried telling Barry…Barry wanted it a while ago, but I said no. I told him he didn’t know. He couldn’t understand. But then…”
“But then?”
“It was me, again. It’s always me. I couldn’t help it. Or maybe I didn’t want to. When I’m…sometimes…when I’m with a guy, the sex takes over. I lose self control, or I guess I want to lose it. I want to get lost in it. It feels like I’m falling or flying or something. It feels free and I can’t…it’s hard…”
“I think I understand.”
“Really?” He looked over and Jeremy understood that the one-word question was more important to Tim than its simplicity conveyed.
“A little. About sex. I mean, I felt…sorry, I didn’t mean to interupt….”
“No, tell me.” He turned towards Jeremy to give him his undivided attention. His bulk jostled the table but neither teen seemed to care.
“Sex is powerful. It does something. Something that doesn’t make sense or follow logic. Something that connects to parts of you - me - that I didn’t even know were in there. I used to think…I used to think it was this magical thing, all tied up in love and special, like you had to hold it off and not do it. But I’m…I dunno.”
“That makes sense,” Tim said, slightly awestruck. “No, it’s exactly like that. You know, I was a virgin before all this happened to me.” He just said it. Out loud. Like it was nothing. Something caught in Jeremy’s throat and he couldn’t breathe. “I know that’s weird.”
“Not….”
“So I kinda went from zero to a million miles an hour in, like, a couple of minutes. The first time, with Daniel, I was…just…crazy! All the sudden I’m ten feet tall and busting these major guns, muscle is growing, developing, I can feel so much strength, so much power, and I own two fucking horse cocks and my balls are swelling like goddam balloons and I’m going off like a fountain, just spraying cum everywhere until Daniel, he grabs onto me and pulls me inside his mouth, has his hands gripping my ass, pulling me inside him, he’s sucking and slurping and I’m like fucking, like, exploding into his mouth and…whoa.”
“What?”
“I should stop.”
“I’m not….”
“No, I’m…gettin’ kinda…excited.”
“Oh,” Jeremy said, and then, “Oh!” He pursed his lips, wondering what he should do about that. “Is there something…I can…?”
“I think if you touched me right now my dick would rip its way clean through my pants and start going off like fireworks.” His voice was a deep growl. There was something gruff and powerful buried inside it.
Jeremy swallowed drily. “So…should I?”
“Talk about something else.” He pulled in a slow, deep breath, and blew the air through his puckered lips.
“Like what?”
“Talk about you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah! You’ve gotta be growing bored of me going on and on. Tell me about you.”
“I don’t….”
“What was ‘high school Jeremy’ like? What did you like to study? Did you have a favorite teacher? But…just, kind of, avoid stuff about sex for a while.”
That won’t be difficult, Jeremy thought. “I did have a favorite teacher. Mr. Thompson. Home room. He was really young, I don’t think he had been a teacher very long. He was always trying to relate to us, you know, talking about TV or music or something.”
“Why did you like him?”
“I…,” he stopped, and looked down at the table. “Oh, he was…he told me…he was nice, that’s all.”
“What kind of stuff?”
Mr. Thompson had also been Jeremy’s guidance councilor, and Mr. Thompson was the first person he had ever told that he was gay - the first time he ever said that word out loud had been to Mr. Thompson, and Mr. Thompson had been so cool about it. So…nice and easy. “I told…I told him I was gay.”
“Whoa,” Tim said, looking impressed. “You told him?” Jeremy nodded. “And what was that like?”
“Telling him?”
Tim nodded. “I never…that is, after I got bigger, I just started fucking guys. I never really had to come out, sort of. I was just…out. But, I can’t even….” He shook his head. “What happened?”
“It’s weird, you know? Saying it? Like that makes it real for some reason, like until you say it you could still go back. Take it back. Keep pretending. But after you say it out loud, there’s no going back.” He looked up at Tim’s face. Was that…was there water in his eyes? “Anyway, like I said, he was cool about it. Said he felt honored that I trusted him that much, to be able to tell him. He said I was courageous - I still remember him saying that word. Courageous. Like I was an astronaut or something. I was shaking and crying, my hands,” he said, looking down at them now, “were clammy, sweaty. It was like I could feel every hair on my head, like the moment just zoomed in to this point where everything got suddenly…real.”
“Jesus,” Tim said.
Jeremy shrugged. “After that I just started telling everyone. I mean, it didn’t seem like such a huge deal anymore. I was already being called names and getting pushed around anyway, so what difference was it going to make? But the weird thing is that it totally made a difference. People…I had friends who stood up for me. Protected me. Made me feel safe. I felt okay about myself, like I wasn’t such a freak or I should be ashamed and embarrassed. I felt…better. Maybe not, you know, super confident or anything. So…I think it was good. It was important. To be honest.”
Tim wanted to kiss Jeremy more strongly than ever. He had never met someone like this before. The word courageous seemed insignificant to him. He just sat there looking at the smaller young man. His heart was beating hard in his chest, and his eyes stung with tears.
Jeremy pulled in a breath and sighed. “So, um, you never came out?”
“Huh?” He rubbed at his eyes.
“After Daniel and you…did you ever tell him? You said that you told him you thought being gay was a terrible thing.”
“I didn’t mean it.”
“Words have weight. And he was your friend - your best friend. So….you didn’t…?”
“No. I mean, it didn’t really seem to matter at that point. We were all jumping each other, right? Just, like, fucking. All the time. Everywhere you looked there was a new guy to try out, another dude with another giant dick, everyone’s naked all the time. You don’t know what that was like, being in Muscle Club. It was pretty fucking awesome! You were never alone. Never lonely. All these guys, every guy, wanting to be with you. To kiss you. To fuck you. To want to be fucked by you. And your dick is hard all the time - constantly - and suddenly you don’t have to pretend you’re not hard as a rock and needing to fuck. You can…just do it. Stuff like who’s gay and who’s not was sort of beside the point.”
“And then you started having the sexplosion.”
“The what?”
Oops. “The thing you do?”
“Oh. The Time bomb. That’s what they all called it.” Tim relaxed a little and his voice grew calmer. “The guys in Muscle Club. They all liked it, thought I was cool. No one ever thought I was cool before. So I started doing it, because back then it was just…it felt good. When I did it. When it happened. Because we were all already huge. Nobody realized the…larger ramifications until later.”
“No pun intended,” Jeremy added.
“Huh?”
Jeremy grabbed his upper arm and squeezed the freshly developed muscle. “‘Larger’ ramifications?”
“Oh. Oh yeah! Yeah.” Tim looked abashed. “Anyway, that just sort of happened along with all the rest of the stuff.”
“The rest of the stuff being…?”
He lifted his hand and counted off on his fingers. “Bigger muscles. Bigger cock. Cocks, I mean. Bigger…everything. The overeager horniness. The smell thing. The head thing.”
“The head thing?”
“Yeah. I can…I can show you or I can tell you.” He looked over, rather eagerly, like a little boy with a new talent to display.
“Maybe tell me first and then I’ll decide if I want you to show me.”
“Yeah. Probably safer. So, I…I mean, we - all the dudes - we have this thing called tugging.”
“Why’s it called tugging?”
He shrugged. “Someone made that up. Before I was in the Club. I guess because I can sort of tug on your horniness like a fishing…guy. Make you feel really good. Even make you cum.”
“That’s the head thing.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you do that a lot?” Jeremy took another fry off Tim’s plate.
“I try not to. In a way it’s like the Time Bomb except it only makes you feel horny, it doesn’t make you grow.”
“Okay.”
“Did you…want to feel it?”
“Maybe later?”
“Just let me know,” he advised.
“I’ll do that.”
“It’s a lot of fun,” he added, glancing sideways. “For both of us.”
“I imagine so.”
“And I’m really good at it.”
“More than the other guys?”
“Way more.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
“What does that mean?”
“Well, it’s kind of like a dial.” He munched a couple more fries from Jeremy’s plate, becoming more animated as he described it. Clearly, this was something he enjoyed fervently. “I can turn it up or turn it down. Some guys aren’t good at controlling that part. They just start tugging but their control is for shit and then the target is, like, creaming his jeans with a thick load, right? Just…splooge!”
“Right,” Jeremy agreed, wrinkling his brow.
“But I’m, like, really good at it. Like, totally good. Like a…whatever. Orchestra conductor! I can finesse the feelings, because I feel what they feel.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’m just attuned to this part because of the other thing. But I can make a guy feel anything he wants to feel, like someone is right there with him doing whatever he says he wants done to him.”
“Anything?”
He nodded, munching another fry. “Pretty much. This one guy - so, Barry is acting all cagey and whatever and then this naked guy shows up at our door because I’m sort of wearing Barry out. Who ever heard of someone complaining of too much sex? Anyway, this dude shows up and I guess he was already pretty aware of what I can do, and he’s anxious to try some more. So, in a test? Like? I do some tugging on him. Barry, back then, he was kind of squeamish about his butt. I could suck his dick morning until night but get anywhere near his ass, he tenses up.”
The manner that Tim spoke about sex was so…casual. So nonchalant. He was sitting here in broad daylight in this restaurant where anyone could walk in, and just talking about his roommate’s butt and how he’d suck his cock. It was so foreign to Jeremy - but also really hot. His dick was throbbing hotly the more Tim spoke about his sex life. He felt uncomfortable, but only because his dick was trying to swell in his tighter pants.
“But this guy, Mike, he makes it clear that he’s all in. He wants the full Tim experience. So I gave it to him.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Tugged him pretty hard and very thoroughly. Gave him some ass action, some ball tugging, cock squeezing, licking, rubbing, sucking….”
“And you never touched him?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t have to. I told you, I’m fucking good at it. And the more someone can take it, the happier I am to pour it on. Cock, balls, asshole, taint, butt, belly, chest, nipples, neck, lips…every inch.”
Jesus Christ, Jeremy thought. Does Tim even understand what all this means? What he could do? It was a bit scary, but also frighteningly appealing.
Sitting here next to him was difficult, because he was so beautiful. Jeremy had to suppose that Tim knew what effect he had on other people. But then he didn’t consider himself intimidating. Maybe all those months with all the other guys exactly like him altered his perspective. But didn’t coming here, to college, and being around guys like Jeremy was turn that on its ear?
On the other hand, he did seem to be growing the surrounding guys in leaps and bounds, if not entirely as large and handsome as he was.
Jeremy returned from his reverie when something reminded him of Tim’s other point. “What’s the smell thing?” Tim, of course, smelled amazing. Raw and sexy - like sex! Jeremy realized in an epiphany, and after now having actually done it, that Tim smelled like a kind of raw sex, as if the smell, the…perfume of fucking was coming out of his pores.
He shrugged. “Just that every dude has this smell he puts out. And I can smell them all, tell them apart. Sometimes the smell is super sexy, like…” He glanced over and pursed his lips. “Well, anyway, sometimes it’s super sexy.”
“Do I have a smell?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. You definitely have a smell.”
“Is it sexy?”
“It is motherfucking sexy, Jeremy.” He started growing animated again as he described Jeremy’s scent. Animated and excited. “You smell like…maybe I shouldn’t say this, but your smell drives me fucking apeshit. You smell extremely, like, extremely good to me.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“No, I mean it, dude. You smell…oh, my god, Jeremy. You smell…so…so…good.” Tim was biting his bottom lip and breathing hard. He suddenly got a strange look on his face. “Can you…could you excuse me for a minute? I’ve got to….”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
“Sorry,” he added as he scooted his bulk out of the booth. “Balls are kinda…strangled up in there.” He stood up. He looked taller. And bigger.
“No problem,” Jeremy said, smiling.
“I just have to….” He made vague gestures towards parts of the restaurant, but it was obvious that the bulge in his jeans was swelling by the inch as he stood there.
Jeremy just stared as Tim’s cock manifested. He’d certainly seen him naked plenty of times, so why, fully clothed, did this seem to him to be the hottest that he’d ever witnessed this incredibly beautiful young man? His dickhead formed a perfect outline as it pushed toward his hip, and his shaft was swelling thicker by the heartbeat. It appeared that if he stood there another minute, the thing was going to rip its way clean out of his pants by sheer force alone.
“I…I’ll be right here,” he said softly.
“Good,” Tim said, and then he was jogging towards the men’s room.
Tim made a beeline for the men’s room as Jeremy watched him go. His pants were clinging to his fine, firm ass like a second skin, and his shirt stretched across the muscular expanse of his back like cling film on a plate of meat. He disappeared behind the door and Jeremy turned back, considering what he had learned so far.
The whole fucking restroom smelled intensely like Jeremy. It smelled as if Jeremy had come in here and just, like, fucking exploded. Tim could practically taste him on his tongue, and as he traveled through the small space following that smell, it was strongest inside the toilet stall.
He stood there, in the open stall doorway, inhaling the acute Jeremy cologne. It was most definitely Jeremy, and true to his word the scent was driving him apeshit.
“Calm down, Timster,” he told himself. “Don’t set off the bomb.” He opened his eyes and pulled in a long breath, “Fuck, it smells good in here.”
It was a sweet, rank, raw, perfect scent. It was thicker and more acute than it had been just sitting next to him. It smelled like someone had bottled up Jeremy’s beautiful, head-spinning smell and then splashed it all over the fucking room.
He peeled his pants open and stripped them off his ass. His prick bounced up and he felt his other pushing for freedom so he allowed that one out, too. He pulled the hem of his shirt up his torso, flipping it behind his head and moving his hands over his muscled bulk, feeling the erotic sensation of skin against skin with deep intimacy.
Both of his twins, hungry for his touch and eager to please, inflated as if he’d attached them to a gas station air hose. They turned a deep shiny crimson, pumped with blood and rising higher and higher, slapping their blooming heads against his rippled belly, splattering his flesh with hot honey.
He grabbed one in each hand, allowing his unending supply of pre-cum to start flowing down each thick shaft, sucked in a deep lungful of eau de Jeremy and let his pent-up oversupply of cream start pumping.
“You doin’ all right?”
Jeremy looked up at the waiter. “What? Oh, yes, thanks.”
“Something wrong with the burgers?”
Jeremy looked at them. They remained untouched. He had been so engrossed in the conversation that he had all but forgotten about them. “Oh, um, no, we were just…I’m sure they’re fine.”
The waiter’s eyebrow arched. “Your friend okay?”
“Yes.”
“I just saw him head to the john in kind of a hurry so I….”
“No, he’s fine. Too much Coke.” The waiter nodded and looked doubtful. That was when Jeremy realized that Tim’s Coke glass was also untouched, and still completely full. “From before,” he added a bit too late.
They both looked toward the men’s room because someone inside was making…odd noises. “You sure he’s okay?”
“Pretty sure,” Jeremy answered. “Um, maybe I better go check on him.”
“You want me to put your burgers under the lamp? Keep ‘em warm for you?”
Jeremy was scooting out of the booth. “Yes, thanks. That would be….” Another deep sound, like a bear growling or a moose doing whatever a moose does, came from the restroom. “I’ll be right back.”
Jeremy walked rather quickly toward the men’s room and tapped on the door. “Tim?”
“Aw, fuck.” He growled deeply, and moaned with intense satisfaction.
“Um…are you okay?” He glanced at the waiter who was looking at him queerly.
“Almost done.” He made a high-pitched sound, and then another earth-shaking groan.
“It’s just…you’re making a lot of noise.” It smelled like the gym locker room. The short hairs on the back of Jeremy’s neck stood up.
“Awwww, yeah….”
“And the waiter was wondering….” It smelled like balls and ass.
“Mmmmmm, god damn….”
“…if you were all right in there.” It smelled like sex.
“I am fucking king of the fucking mountain in here, Jeremy.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be out in a couple…aw, man, aw, oh fuck yeah.” Something wet happened. Something large and wet and splattery.
“Okay. Um, I’ll just be…”
“Fuck me! Aw, fuck! Me!”
“Uhm…”
Tim’s body was soaking up every drop of his continuous fountain of cum. It was pumping from his balls and up both fat stalks, erupting from the gaping mouths at the end of both pricks and splattering thickly on his skin like lava.
This was what his body craved, and craved every minute of every day.
He was growing. Continually bigger, continually stronger, continually more muscular. His balls produced this fuel in unending abundance just for this purpose, and the overwhelming scent of the man he loved was drenching his senses with an erotic charge that urged his balls into overdrive.
He aimed his cannons at his open mouth and shoved thick sprays towards his face, feeling the rich cream drench his tongue and teeth and throat. It splattered on his chin and neck and shoulder. It soaked into his flesh and ran in thick rivers down his belly and legs, pooling at his feet before that, too, was sucked inside his body.
His power was being recharged ten-fold, and he could feel his engines revving past the red line.
Jeremy went back to the booth and nodded at the waiter, offering a thumb’s up and a quick smile.
The waiter came back over, watching the men’s room door all the way, and said, “I’ll bring the burgers back when he’s…done.”
“Thanks.”
“He’s a…big….dude, isn’t he?”
“Kind of.”
“You guys up at the college?”
“Yes. Both.”
Another low rumble, an audible groan of obvious satisfaction, echoed across the restaurant. “Well, I don’t want to be, you know, rude or nothing but we’re on short staff and I’ll be the guy who has to clean up in there, if anything’s….”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. We’ll take care of things.”
“Well, all right.” He glanced towards the restroom as another low groan erupted. “Kinda…intense, isn’t he?”
“Kinda,” Jeremy agreed.
Tim stood in the bathroom stall heaving for breath. His body was vibrating with power. His cocks remained upright and pulsing dully, but they were no longer fountaining thick floods of cum. He gripped them in his hands, squeezing against their steel hardness and enjoying the sensation of size and power that each one provided.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips. Salty and sweet. He moved his hands off his pricks and forced them to surrender to his control. He wanted to - and could - keep going. All he wanted to do was relieve the pressure a little, but it felt like it was stronger than ever.
As he lifted his arms to pull the shirt back down his body, he realized he was bigger than before. The shirt felt tight, and wouldn’t come all the way down his torso. He managed to pull one of the twins up to hide it again and reduced the other to a manageable girth, but his muscular ass was taking up more room in his pants, and zipping them up was proving to be a challenge.
Fuck, this place smelled good.
Holy fuck.
Both the young men at the back booth turned at the sound of the door opening. Tim stopped in his tracks as he sighted them staring back at him. His handsome face colored and he offered an embarrassed little smile, shrugging his titanic shoulders and walking back towards them.
His shirt was riding above the waist of his pants, and his pants were riding lower on his slim hips. The golden treasure trail of curls would down from his navel to spread into a forest line at the edge of his jeans, and the outline of his monster cock pressed insistently against the pale blue denim.
He looked sexier than ever. He walked with an uncomfortable gait, likely due to the fact that he still looked semi-hard. Jeremy could even make out Tim’s heavy balls pressing against the thick cotton of his jeans.
“Welcome back,” the waiter said, though his attention was clearly focused on the ungodly and unbelievable bulge that Tim was showing off.
He nodded and moved to slide his bulk back behind the table, unsettling the napkin holder, condiment rack and the two cups of Coke in the process. Jeremy reached forward to steady the drinks so they didn’t spill, and then Tim sat up straight and asked, “Burgers?”
“I…I’ll be right back with those.”
“Sorry,” Tim growled, “that took longer than I expected.”
“Sounded like you were enjoying yourself, though.”
“I always have fun.” He looked at Jeremy for a long time and the smile never left his lips. “Can I…ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
He looked down, apparently considering his thoughts, arranging his words carefully, and then said, softly, “When you left the library the other night, where did you go?” He glanced over, his shaggy blond head lowered, and met Jeremy’s gaze.
A chill ran through the smaller young man, and he bit his bottom lip.
“I want you…I need you to understand that I won’t be mad or anything. We…don’t…didn’t have any kind of arrangements.”
“I went to see that guy you saw me talking to.”
“Jeff,” Tim said.
“Yes. And then we came here.”
Tim nodded and smiled. “Coffee.”
“He….”
“You don’t owe me an explanation or anything.”
“I feel like I do, for some reason.”
“Why?”
“Because I really like you a lot and I don’t want to lie to you.” He just said it. Out loud. To Tim’s face.
Tim’s smile could have lighted up a fairly large city. “I like you too,” he answered quietly. Jeremy still looked worried. “You don’t have to tell me what happened. I don’t care. I’m…super happy you’re here now. With me.”
“Me, too,” Jeremy said.
“Burgers!” The waiter appeared with their plates in his hands.
“You wanna…?”
“Yeah,” Tim said, “Let’s get outta here.”