Teen Transform: The College Years 20

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“Where is…. what’s his name?”

“Chuck?” Jeremy responded. Tim nodded. “He’s around,” he added, then, after a pause and a vague glance towards the window, “probably.”

“Is he…?”

“Is he what?”

Tim tilted his head. “Gay?”

“Oh, he’s most definitely gay.”

“But you guys never…?”

“No, us guys never.”

“Huh.”

“That surprises you?”

Tim shrugged. “You’re hot. He’s hot. You’re gay. He’s gay. You live together in this small space and I’m guessing at some point one or both of you is naked, so….”

“So, all gay guys have sex?”

“You forgot the hot part.”

“All hot gay guys have sex?” Tim shrugged again. “Well, we haven’t had sex.”

Tim nodded. “He’s into some weird shit.”

“No, he’s…why do you say that?”

“I figure no one in their right mind is gonna meet you and decide they don’t want to be naked in a tangled sweaty heap of muscle and cock, so there was something you didn’t like about….”

Jeremy glanced towards the window again. “There’s nothing wrong with Chuck. He’s…pretty nice.”

“I wouldn’t know. That guy avoids me like the plague.”

“He doesn’t….”

“Yes, he does.”

“You and he would hit it off if you ever met, I’m 100% sure of that.”

“Okay.”

“I’m being honest with you! I’m sure that if he was avoiding you there were reasons.”

Tim shrugged. “It’s just weird, that’s all. Most guys, they come up to me, they talk to me. He always acted like he was too good for me or something.”

“He can be…stuck up.”

“Whatever.”

“Look, if you must know, it was me. I was….”

“Scared?”

“I was gonna say embarrassed, but fear plays its part, too.”

“The virgin thing?” Jeremy nodded. “Okay.”

“Anyway, bottom line, Chuck and me, we’re just…well, we’re not just roommates. We’re friends.”

“Friends fuck,” Tim said.

“There are times when you have a one-track mind.”

“When it comes to you, Jeremy, I definitely do.”

“You’re going to make me blush.”

“If I’m lucky,” Tim said, offering one of his killer smiles. It made Jeremy’s cock pulse hard as a rush of blood flew to his extremities. “Are you nervous, now?”

“With you?” Tim nodded. “A little,” Jeremy admitted.

“Why?”

“I…”

“You can be honest, Jeremy. I won’t feel offended.”

“Well, like, you’ve had a lot of sex. Like, a lot of sex. And, so, part of it is I feel like I’m gonna…do this wrong. Or something.” Tim only nodded. “And then there’s the…big…part.” Jeremy’s glance flashed towards Tim’s overburdened crotch and the thick, heavy, lengthy, undoubtedly gigantic slab of dick meat inside his tight pants. “I’m not sure I can….”

“Fit?”

“Sort of.”

Tim put his hands on his groin, hooking his thumbs in his waistband and framing the bulge that pressed so instantly against his pants. “We can go slowly. I don’t ever want to hurt you. Not in any way, Jeremy. Okay?”

“But….”

“What?”

“I…really, really want to have sex with you. I don’t want to go slowly. I don’t want you to have to hold back. I want to make you happy. I want to do stuff for you. Stuff you want to do. Stuff that makes you... I want…. What? What’s…why are you smiling like that?”

Tim’s grin turned into a broad smile. “That’s about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Jeremy’s brow furrowed, and Tim said, “I’m fucking serious, Jeremy. When I’m with another guy, I’m kinda used to being the dude who’s in charge of making him happy, because of what I can do, because of how I look. But you…you want me to feel….”

“Well, yeah! Of course! I want you to feel as goos as I do. Better! Isn’t that what making love means?”

Tim narrowed his eyes. “Ever since I met you - the very first time I saw you - I wanted to be with you.” He stepped towards the smaller man. “I wanted to know you in every way possible. I have been with other guys and thought only about you. Thought about what this would be like.” He stepped closer still, and his voice lowered. “I’ve watched you when you didn’t know it. In the library. Walking across campus. Reading. I stood at this doorway with my heart thumping like a jackhammer wanting to knock, just to see you, just to make you open the door so I could look at you.” Jeremy’s face flushed red and his breath caught. “I have wanted nothing more - ever - than to feel your body against mine, and your lips pressed to my lips, and to caress your skin and look into your eyes and know what it feels like when you're with me.”

“Jesus,” Jeremy whispered.

“So, yeah, sometimes, and particularly around you, I do have a one-track mind. And now we’re standing here, alone together, in your room, next to your bed, talking about how often I think about you and being with you and making love with you instead of being naked together. Don’t you think that’s a shame?”

“You’re very…erudite when you get excited.”

“This isn’t excited,” Tim said. He stepped closer still, towering over Jeremy, looking down at him. His muscles pressed outward and began to swell with power making his shirt stretch tighter and tighter. “When I’m excited, I can do things you would have trouble believing. When I’m excited, I can make you feel so good you’ll think you died and have gone to heaven, only heaven is found in my arms, and I’m pumping it inside your body by the gallon, filling you up with its beauty and perfection. Heaven is made of muscle and sex, and I’m giving it all to you while your cock explodes all over me.”

“Are you…” Jeremy gulped. “…trying to seduce me?”

“No,” Tim said. “I’m trying to fuck you.” He put his hand behind Jeremy’s neck and bent his head down and pressed his lips gently against Jeremy’s mouth, kissing him with surprising tenderness. “I’m not sure,” Tim said, quietly, “that I’ve adequately defined my accelerated and exceptionally amplified level of sexual need concerning you and I together.” Jeremy could feel something hard and hot swelling against his belly. Something that was inflating like a balloon, only this balloon seemed to be made of white hot steel. Tim’s body continued to grow outward in all directions as his muscles engorged in concert with his libido. “And perhaps,” he whispered, “I should also include that my horniness quotient grows even more rapidly and expansively when the person I am with also happens to be someone I have a deep emotional connection with.”

“You….”

He leaned back and looked into Jeremy's face - into Jeremy's eyes. “I love you, Jeremy. I have no doubt about that. I can’t explain it, and I won’t deny it. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I know that sounds weird….”

“I don’t….”

“You don’t believe me?” Tim leaned down and kissed him again, deeper, and with increased passion. His body was so large now that the seams of his shirt were starting to pull themselves apart. “That’s all right, Jeremy. I know how I can prove to you that I love you.”

“Wait.”

“I love you Jeremy.”

Something was happening. Something incredible and unbelievable and powerful. There was electricity in the air.

“I can do something,” Tim said. “Something that will make this - this first time - amazing. It will make it perfect. It will make us….”

“Fit,” concluded Jeremy.

Tim nodded. The room was heating up, the very air was aflame with male sex and then there was a thick, beautiful, masculine scent burning Jeremy’s nostrils. He could feel Tim’s body swelling and growing hotter and hotter. He could see his lover growing larger, watch his muscles expanding, inflating, multiplying. Fibers grew into cables under his thin skin. Veins popped up to nourish his developing strength. His chest swelled out towards Jeremy, the two massive globes stretching and filling in with muscle. His head was rising towards the ceiling.

Jeremy was sweating. The air was on fire. The man before him was ablaze with sexual power. It was radiating from him, pouring out of him. “Do you want this, Jeremy?”

He nodded. A trickle of sweat was crawling down his back. A sensation of sex was already crawling into his brain, reaching its hands to his nipples, reaching its mouth to his cock, reaching its dick to his ass. A cloak of sex surrounded him. An embrace of sex held him in its muscular grip. A shower of sex, a storm of sex, a hurricane of sex coated him, every inch, every millimeter, every follicle…

“Do you want all of it?”

He nodded. The room seemed to shake, expand, breathe. The room was a vessel filling with Tim’s power, pressing against its walls and door, seeping into its concrete, rippling through its air like a storm of fire.

“Every drop?”

The walls were weeping, cracking, shattering. The window shook as if it wanted to shatter. Jeremy felt as if he had been dipped into waters of pure sex, as if they were flooding all around him and cresting over his head.

“Every drop.”

That was when the biggest Timebomb of all exploded out of Tim’s body like a nuclear detonation, with Jeremy standing at ground zero.

 

Chuck stood - well, not stood exactly, as he occupied both the physical world, observing it, and the other world where he could go, dissolving into seeming nothingness when his cells and molecules separated - Chuck stood at the window.

He was a ghost. A phantom. He was air. But he was not air. He was himself, able now to change into a non-entity, invisible but present.

He changed quickly as the door opened and the two other men entered. Vanishing into the space between here and now and…somewhere else.

Here was where is was easy to lose yourself. The utter freedom of discorporeal life was seductive and irresistible. It was like flying forever. It was loosing yourself from gravity’s constant pull. It was too easy to succumb to it.

But it was like death, in that way. It was a dream that never ended. You could not touch, could not be touched, could not kiss or embrace or fuck. There was nothing to hold on to, and no one either. Just the emptiness, forever.

He had mastered this, because he knew what he wanted. He had almost surrendered to it himself, more than once. The ease of moving into the space between space, to move with effortless ease and appear somewhere else. All places were one place. Things were not things.

This was where they had gone. Everywhere and nowhere. This was where they were…he hoped.

He could sometimes find them. Pull on them. Grab them and push them. They would resist, or they would be stuck, he couldn’t tell. Some, like Frazz, preferred to stay there rather than here. It was quiet, it was calm, there was no need to pretend or to hide, no need to run from or to anything.

But it was not human, being there. Maybe they were no longer human, anyway, but Chuck still ached - still hungered - for humanity’s embrace.

His brothers were out there, somewhere. His brothers, he was sure, wanted to come back.

But they could no longer find their way back.

He watched and listened to Jeremy and Tim. Something in their relationship had clearly changed, even in the few hours they had been together. Did that still happen, he wondered? Did people fall in love so quickly? So deeply? He had loved Frazz deeply, but that had taken time. The love he held for his brothers - hundreds or thousands of them, connected together in ways that no one else on the planet could understand or fathom - that love was strong but not as deep as this.

He could practically see a connection forming between the two men. Feel it like tendrils they each emitted and grabbed onto, their mutual desire and love growing stronger as the moments passed.

Could he find that? Would that happen to him?

Then Tim said, “I love you Jeremy.”

He said it so clearly and simply. He said it without a pause to consider its weight, or its consequences. He said it fearlessly and he meant it fiercely.

They spoke of fitting together. They both meant that in every way possible. Two becoming one.

Chuck felt something else, then. It was something he had grown familiar with. It was Tim. It was the thing that Tim had - the thing Tim could do. That strange and awesome authority that he broadcast so powerfully that even men at a distance could be changed. What it was, exactly, Chuck did not know. Certainly, it was nothing he had ever encountered among his own brothers.

But he recognized within it a clarion call. Something more than muscular development and sexual desire. Something bigger than that.

The room was changing. Tim was growing. They spoke of a shared love, of making love together, not separate, not as one man with one man, but as two men together. A pure, unshakable, perfect love.

Chuck’s vision into that world grew indistinct. He felt himself - the essence of himself that he retained - being infiltrated. Being saturated.

And then there was light, and sound, and a thick, hard, overwhelming wave, stronger than anything he had ever encountered. Stronger than The Gathering on the island. Stronger than the Healing they used to bring a brother back from death.

Stronger than anything.

It hit him and grabbed him and pushed him. It sank inside him and engulfed him and exploded outward. He gasped.

He gasped.

Air entered his lungs. He was flesh and blood and bone, pulled from the other place into this one.

He looked up.

Jeremy was glowing.

 

 

“Jesus!”

“Told ya.

“I know but…Jesus!”

Barry was on the floor of Jeff’s room. Jeff was straddling his huge, muscular body. Jeff was covered in sweat and breathing hard and deep. He was looking down into Barry’s grinning ace, and Barry was looking up at him with a knowing smirk and wiggling his eyebrows.

Barry’s dick was inside Jeff’s ass. It was firm and thick and long and hot. It was radiating sex like pulses of fire inside Jeff’s body.

Jeff had never felt anything like this, never imagined anything like this, never dreamed of anything like this. Barry had promised that they would share a night that Jeff would never forget, and he had more than lived up to his promise.

The man was a god - or something close to it. The things he could do, the way he could make Jeff feel, just the fact that he could slip himself inside of Jeff’s small body and then fill him up with sex….

“Okay, here comes the good part.”

“The good part?”

Barry grinned and nodded. His cock was seated in Jeff’s velvet glove. Tingles of rapture surrounded it, and it was sending out throbbing vibrations of sex in return. “This is when I show you what I can do.”

“But, everything…?”

“Everything until now, that was just the appetizer. This is the main course. This is going to blow your fucking mind.”

“I’m not sure….”

“It’s gonna feel good, Jeff. It’s gonna feel great. It’s gonna feel like nothing you have ever felt in your life, and it’s gonna be me doing it. Think about everything I’ve done so far.” He tilted his handsome, shaggy head. “Are you thinking about that? My tongue and my hands and my lips and my muscles and your mouth and your cock and your ass and your body?” Jeff nodded. “Okay, now on a scale of one to ten, turn that up to 100.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Exactly.”

Barry began to piston his hips and thrust himself in and out of Jeff’s body. Jeff could feel his thick inches moving inside of himself, and he closed his eyes and snorted and lost control of himself as a flood of intense sexual bliss shook him to his soul.

Barry watched his affect on the smaller young man and kept turning up the power. He fucked his new friend and understood what he was capable of with sudden and acute understanding, as if Jeff’s body was speaking to him directly and telling him what it wanted, how much it could take, and how much more it needed.

It had never been this way with Tim. With Tim, they attacked each other holding nothing at all back. With Jeff, he knew he would have to taper his power and mete it out with subtlety and control.

So he started with the usual means of pleasure. He sucked Jeff’s cock. He rimmed Jeff’s hole. But very quickly something…occurred to him. Somehow he understood what was necessary and what was required, and he began to fulfill those wishes with innate and flawless talent.

It was weird and amazing and he loved it. He loved being able to do it. It gave him as much pleasure - possibly more pleasure - than he was delivering. The more he gave, the more he got.

Now he was fucking Jeff and pumping out massive pulses of bliss, his meat at the perfect size for Jeff until he wanted more, and then Barry would swell to accommodate his new desires.

He was…perfect. The perfect lover.

He was fucking Jeff and tugging him with his expert touch when it hit, the time bomb, with a force like even Barry had never felt before. They were across campus, several football fields away, and the wave of masculine power flooded over them with tsunami strength.

Barry gasped and lost control. Tim’s power grabbed hold of him and pushed his dials into the red zone. A flood of hot, powerful cum was sucked from his balls and flooded Jeff’s guts, pouring from him like lava from a volcano.

Jeff felt it hit like an earthquake, 9.0 on the scale, as if his whole building had just exploded.

He could not speak. He could hardly breathe.

And then he was swelling with muscle and sex, torn apart and reassembled as his heart and bones and body tried to keep up.

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