Transform: Muscle City 6
by AKA
The store, when they reached it, was nearly as warm inside as the street was outside. It had been cleaned up, and was now little more than an empty shell. James observed that Justin had to duck and turn slightly sideways just to fit through the door, and he looked even taller, broader and more muscular than he had when they had met, as if the man had grown larger and heavier with brawn with every step they had taken.
Justin turned and smiled, “Relax, James.” The smaller man smiled back towards the naked bodybuilder with the mammoth cock. The larger man seemed to be giving off a palpable heat, and he smelled raw and sexy. James had never seen nor met anyone to even compare with the man standing before him. He was...prefect. So huge, so strong, so handsome and yet so gentle and friendly. And fucking sexy as all fuck! He could hardly believe that a man such as Justin was real, leaving aside that he would even be alone with him. He drank him in, burning his beauty and power into memory for future fantasies.
“Turn around, please,” Justin instructed.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make you feel very, very good,” Justin answered.
James pivoted in place and closed his eyes, braced for whatever the huge man had planned. Then, with a gentleness that belied the larger man’s size and strength, Justin’s huge and powerful hands were on his shoulders, and the muscular man began to firmly massage and knead James’s muscles, rubbing his neck and the back of his scalp, and moving his talented hands across James’s shoulders.
As he did so, a sensation of bliss came over him, like a cascade of warm water than sank into his body and calmed him. “What… what’re you doing?”
“It’s like tugging,” Justin explained, “but with a bit of finesse. Something I learned to do with a lot of patience and a lot of practice on my brothers.”
“Your brothers?”
“The other guys here.” His voice was soft, but deep. A rumble of power from that immense and beautiful chest. “We think of each other as brothers, of a sort. Of course, some of us really are brothers.” He grabbed firm flesh and muscle and massaged his new friend, sending constant cascades of soothing pleasure into his brain.
“And do they…?”
“Do they what?” Justin’s hand traveled down James’s back.
“Does everyone here...have sex...with...?”
“Do they fuck each other?”
James nodded and moaned softly.
“Possibly,” Justin admitted. “Probably.” His voice was soft, deep and soothing. His words were calm, and he simply stated what he knew without judgment or implication. “When we were back in town - back in our old home - and we had to spend our nights alone, sometimes finding someone else to be with was all that mattered. We don’t enjoy being alone, and we’ll seek out the company and pleasure of others like us regardless of the circumstances. Often that other person - or persons - lived beneath the same roof.”
He rubbed James’s scalp, and pushed a thick rush of pleasure into his head. “We have several advantages at our disposal, and depending on how you look at it, one of those is that we’re in a constant state of arousal - and another one is that we’re also able to act on that state constantly.”
“Constant?”
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
“You’re...aroused?”
“Very much so.”
“By me?”
“Yes,” Justin answered. True, his body was always pulsing with dulls throbs of need and sexual prowess, but the presence of another man pushed that needle into the red zone. He could smell James, feel him, feel his potential and his power. Sleeping inside him, waiting to be woken up.
“So...you’d like to…?”
Justin throat released a sexual groan of obvious desire. “Oh, I’d very much like to, James. Very much indeed.” His hands moved down the front of James’s body, caressing him with slow strokes. He pressed his hard, muscular bulges against the smaller man and lowered his mouth towards his ear, whispering, “But that’s entirely up to you, James.”
“Me?” The word came out as a gasp.
“Yes, James. You’re in control, here. You’re in complete control. I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll only do that. I’ll do that for as long as you want me to. Because I can, James. I can do anything you want to with you for as long as you want me to.”
James exhaled roughly. His imagination was running rampant. “I want to look at you.”
“All right, James. Look at me.”
Justin’s hands released James’s small body and the other man turned around. Justin loomed only inches from him, towering over him.
He was nothing but muscle. Muscle and dark furry curls and smooth, silky skin that glowed in the dim light. His dark eyes looked down at James with need and desire and superiority. Or perhaps that was only what James read in them.
James moved his gaze downward, over the huge man’s enormous chest and its two thick, fat nipples. He watched Justin breathing, watched his chest swell and receded, watched the perfect 8-pack of his bulging abdominal wall move as he breathed. He could feel the large man’s warm breath against his skin.
He looked down. Justin’s fat prick was hanging nearly to his knees. Had it always been so large, so beautiful, so majestic? He had never seen another cock to match it, neither in size nor in perfection. The long, heavy shank was absurdly thick, and quite obviously firm. The head was half-covered in a wealth of foreskin, but as he watched, it drooped even farther down his leg and began to swell thicker, pushing the helmet out of its cocoon as the whole thing grew larger and longer.
“I want to touch you,” James said.
“Touch me,” Justin growled.
James moved the back of his right hand against the monstrous appendage. It was warm - almost hot - and smooth as silk. It twitched as he touched it, responding to him, and began to grow hard and rise. James turned his hand around and moved the tips of his fingers along the shaft. Justin groaned, a deep and feral sound, and his cock throbbed hard. “Does that feel good?” James asked.
“Yes, sir,” Justin answered.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, sir,” Justin answered.
“I want to watch you get bigger.”
“Yes, sir.” It was easy for Justin to obey, and as James grasped his meat, Justin allowed himself to swell larger and larger, growing until the girth of his monster began to pry open James’s fingers. The head of his massive cock blossomed like a ripening fruit, a bulbous perfect helmet that was becoming glossy as the skin stretched tighter and tighter against its unending and overwhelming development.
The smaller man’s eyes widened as he watched his host’s prick continue to swell in his grip. It felt hot and hard as stone. He could feel its hard throbs as it grew, beating in time to Justin’s powerful heart. “Oh my god,” James whispered reverently, feeling and watching the huge man’s sex continue to swell.
“Thank you, sir,” Justin rumbled.
A shining drop of clear precum began to gather at the snake’s mouth, growing quickly and drooling down its length. Justin was shortly pumping a steady flow of his unending tide of honey, and it swelled from the eye of his cock and poured down the sides, coating James’s grip in warm slickness.
He began to stroke the massive erection, and was instantly rewarded with a resurgence of growth, unbelievable to him as the cock continued growing bigger and bigger.
The smell of the powerful man in the room grew intoxicating and heavy. And his body began to grow.
“What do you think they’re doing?” Karl wondered, looking towards the store.
Mike said, “Gushing.”
“What?”
The huge blonde muscular teen smiled broadly and winked. “That’s what we call it, but we don’t say that in from of Justin.”
“You mean Gushtin,” Cal added, also with a wide smile.
“I don’t get it,” Karl admitted.
“It’s a nickname. When we were in Muscle Club, before we came here, that was a kind of thing. Everybody got a nickname. Justin actually has a few, because he doesn’t like any of them so we kept changing it. First one was...The Hose?”
“Hoser,” Manny corrected, “as in ‘hose ‘er down.”
Mike nodded. “Then there was Juicer. Or just Juice.”
“Honeydripper,” Calvin added.
“Yeah, that was a good one.”
“A little long.”
“Not unlike the man himself.”
“But...why all the nicknames?”
Mike laid his heavy, thickly-muscled arm across Karl’s thin shoulders. “Well, it’s like this. Sometimes when a guy gets upgraded, he gets some special...individual thing. I mean we all get the muscles, the size, the strength, the overwhelming charm. But some guys get an extra.”
“Remember Timebomb?” Calvin asked. All three of the huge teens sighed and smiled.
“Fuckin’ A, Timebomb. Timebomb was amazing. When the Timebomb went off, everybody felt it.” He looked a bit forlorn for a moment, as if remembering something lost. “And Carl - not you, Karl, the other Carl, Carl Stanton - we called him Superman for a while.”
“Because he was faster than a speeding bullet?”
“On the contrary, if there was ever a guy who took his time, it’s our Mr. Stanton. No, Carl used to always wear this worn-out, sad-assed T-shirt he tried to stretch over his muscles with the giant S on it.”
“When we used to wear clothes,” Manny clarified.
“I think that goes without saying,” Mike added. “Anyway, when he finally outgrew the thing, we called him Peach, or Peachy, because his head was fuzzy like a peach.”
Karl looked at Mike, “And what was your nickname?”
Calvin and Manuel but started dancing this highly sexual, hip-thrusting step with their hands in the air and their massive cocks flopping around like loose firehoses. Then they both sang out, “The Stripper!” Then they high-fived each other.
“Shut the fuck up,” Mike advised them.
Karl had to grin. “The Stripper?”
“This dude here,” Manny said, pushing his finger into Mike’s meaty chest, “has what we commonly call The Spurts.” Karl looked down at Mike’s cock.
“No, you have me confused with Gushtin. Not that kind of spurt.”
“Growth spurts,” Calvin clarified. “Some guys get bigger like that. Most of us just...keep getting bigger.”
“You’re getting...bigger?” Karl found that hard to believe.
But Calvin nodded. “All the time. We just keep growing.”
“Bigger and bigger,” Manny agreed, and he lifted his right arm and bulged his mighty biceps into swollen glory. Karl watched the muscle fill up like it was being inflated - a perfect round ball of power mounted on his upper arm that split into distinct heads and pushed against his dark skin. “Bigger and bigger,” he grinned.
“But some guys….”
“Like Mike,” Manny said, nudging the blonde.
“Get big all at once. Like...boom!”
Mike grimaced. “Yeah, well, you’re just jealous.”
“Anyway, so, one time in Science class….”
“It was English,” Mike corrected.
“Whatever,” Calvin said as he rolled his eyes, looking more like a teenager than ever. “So in English class, it happens because, like, you can’t control it, right? It just...happens.”
“I can feel it coming,” Mike said, a bit defensively.
“It is so. Fucking. Cool,” Calvin added. “So, he’s sitting there and he’s all, ‘excuse me teach, but can I be excused?’ And the teacher, who’s so not into us because we like the worst students ever, right? He goes, ‘No, Mr. Carlson, I believe you’ve had your extracurricular activity for the day.”
Karl’s brow arched. “Extracurricular?”
“Fucking,” Cal said simply. “So, anyway, Mike’s all, ‘but, I really, really need to be excused, please.’ And teach is all, ‘No way’ and shit. So...it happens.”
“It happens?”
Calvin nodded vehemently. “It fucking happens.”
“I can’t help it,” Mike said, “and I did try to warn him.”
“You got bigger?”
“I got fucking enormous. I mean, there are growth spurts and there are fucking explosion spurts, and this was the latter thing.”
“You...exploded.”
“Mike, here, got so big so fast that he basically tore out of his clothes and ripped apart the desk he was sitting in and suddenly in English class instead of some over-muscled teenager with tight clothes and a constant boner….”
“I was the Incredible Hulk, naked, seven feet high and sporting the hard-on to end all hard-ons.”
“So what does he do, this guy?”
“He fucking dances!”
“I do,” Mike volunteered. “And I’m fucking good at it too.”
To demonstrate, Mike started to dance, and damned if he wasn’t as amazing as his word. The man’s hips gyrated, his body was sinuous and elastic, he moved like his joints were oiled and Karl felt himself getting hot at the sheer blatant and unashamed sexuality that the gorgeous blonde beefcake started to display.
“Go Mikey! Go Mikey! Go Mikey!” the other two chanted.
Justin towered over James. As the smaller man reverently stroked his thick cock, he allowed himself to swell and grow, packing on the muscular size while his head slowly rose towards the low ceiling.
Cables of new muscle swelled outward beneath his smooth, silky skin. His chest became two massive globes of power. His arms looked overwhelmed with brawn, in thick bulging balls and long, powerful cords.
He was breathing slowly, his feral gaze locked onto the smaller man, and his body was growing warmer, literally increasing the heat within the small space. His scent grew stronger as his heat increased, and his cock was releasing a steady, thick stream of clear, masculine honey that draped down the towering majesty of his massive meat, slicking James’s grip as the young man applied both of his hands to the task.
A low, deep groan of pleasure rumbled in the huge man’s chest. It sounded animalistic, like a tiger or a bear. “That feel good, sir,” Justin reported.
James looked up into the incredibly handsome face of the seven-and-a-half foot tall mass of muscle under his control. “God,” he said, “you’re so beautiful.”
Justin smiled and his cock swelled in James’s grip. “Thank you, sir,” he said. “So are you, if I may say so, sir.”
“Me?”
He nodded, tilting his chin down. “You are beautiful, sir. So beautiful. May I…?” He began to ask the question before stopping himself, as if he had overstepped his bounds.
“What?” James asked.
“May I kiss you, sir?”
“Yes,” he allowed.
Justin bent his face towards James, licking his lips slowly before pressing his mouth to the smaller man’s lips. It was a gentle, soft kiss, and it made chills shudder along James’s spine, that such a huge and powerful man would kiss so gently and with such obvious care and devotion. Justin let out a soft gasp as their mouths parted, and James opened his eyes and saw the face of the handsome man cast in an obvious reflection of desire and satisfaction.
James stroked the fat, massive cock steadily leaking lubricating honey and pressed their mouths together again, kissing the man with sudden fierce hunger. Justin’s bear paw wrapped around his neck, warm and smooth, pulling their mouths together as he pushed his tongue inside and kissed James back, matching his intense hunger with ease.
“Oh, god,” James whispered, as the kiss ended. A warm gush of honey was Justin’s response, a flood of thick wetness that flowed over James’s grip, a very palpable and physical demonstration of the huge man’s pleasure.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Justin rumbled. His sudden gush dripped from the small man’s hand. He must’ve release a pint of his warm, thick honey in one fat rush, pumping it up the heavy, thick inches of his meat without control.
“Sorry? For what?”
“I’m afraid I lost control for a moment,” he answered.
“Lost control?”
Justin nodded. “It’s...difficult to maintain myself around you. To control my impulses and...desires.”
James smiled. “What...what do you want to do?”
Justin smiled back.
“But...what about Justin?”
Mike stopped dancing and asked, “What about him?”
“His nickname.”
“Oh, that. Yeah, well, Justin has a particular...talent.”
“A talent?”
“More like a gift,” Calvin said.
“Or a fucking miracle,” Manny added.
“What sort of talent.”
“Well, uh, it’s sort of two things in one. One is a talent - or maybe an aptitude. Justin is good with his hands.”
“An understatement if there ever was one,” Calvin said.
“His hands?”
“He likes to rub them all over you. He likes to feel every inch of your skin, to feel your muscles...your body.”
“He’s a sensualist.”
“A what?”
Karl said, “A sensualist. Sensuality. He likes to feel.”
“I’ll say,” Mike agreed. “Sometimes I think he liked that more than fucking.” He considered something, then said, “You know, you’re right! When he’s with you, he doesn’t just whip it out, get hard, shove inside and start fucking.”
“Like someone we know,” Manuel said, looking pointedly at Mike.
“Hey, I like fucking!”
“We all like fucking,” Calvin said. “But some of us like kissing, too.”
“And stroking.”
“And sucking.”
“I get the point,” Mike said with finality. “But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about Gushtin.”
“So, he’s good with his hands?”
“Not just good. He’s fucking amazing. Like...amazing.”
“So?”
“So, when Gushtin gets started, he really gets into it.”
“And?”
“No, dude. He REALLY gets into it. And when he’s into it, he starts gushing.”
James was wrapped in the heavy, muscular arms of the most beautiful and largest man he’d ever seen. The man’s skin was warm and smooth and soft. The man smelled raw and sexy. The heat of his magnificent body was surrounding him, infusing his own skin, making his entire body throb with sexual desire.
He had never felt so safe, so comforted, so perfectly in tune with another person. Within the man’s embrace, within his massive and steel-hard muscular caress, surrounded and overwhelmed and contained within his powerful frame, James was feeling simultaneously sheltered and powerfully turned on. He could feel Justin breathing against him. He could feel the pulses of his heart, beating with a strong steady rhythm.
Justin was slowly and gently (at least for him) caressing and massaging James, moving his large, strong hands across the smaller man’s body, feeling every inch of him as he lulled him into a perfect state of trust and comfort. His eyes were closed and he painted a picture of the man’s body in his head, becoming so intimately familiar with him that he could pinpoint James’s every erogenous zone, where he shuddered when touched, or where he moaned, or where his cock twitched or his breath caught or his entire frame suddenly relaxed.
He memorized the man’s body as he moved his touch across every inch. This was his talent, and the reason others longed to return to his embrace. After he was with a man, he knew that other man’s body perhaps better than he knew his own. He knew what to do, where to go, how to touch them and lift them to a level of flawless physical bliss before things even started turning sexual.
His hands were tools of perfect pleasure. Squeezing, probing, caressing and rubbing, he could deliver hours of ecstatic rapture and seemed to draw as much pleasure from his caresses as he delivered. He groaned with bliss as he explored James’s body, and the man shuddered and swooned, nearly passing out from the sensation of Justin’s fondling and stroking.
“Gushing?”
“His cock.”
“He starts cumming?”
“No, not the white stuff. The clear stuff. The whatever..not the spermies.”
“Ejaculate,” Karl said. “When he gets excited he pre-cums?”
Mike nodded. “When Justin gets excited, he fucking spurts like a broken hydrant. I’ve seen him spontaneously gush a good six feet with enough honey to splatter a man’s entire chest in a glaze of sex. When he sees something he likes - someone he wants to touch - he just goes off like a fucking fountain. That thing snaps to attention and you can practically watch his cock bulge and pump and deliver these amazing fat gushes.”
“It’s. So. Cool,” Manny added. “And it feels...fucking amazing.”
“He starts to…?”
Mike nodded. “He can’t help himself. And he’s a bit embarrassed about it, but when it happens, when you’re with him, and he starts the flow going and it’s all over your skin, this warm, slick goo that smells like sex and feels like heaven and he starts to massage you and caress you and kiss you as his dick fucking gushes these thick flows of honey all over the both of you and then...something happens.”
“Something else?”
Mike nodded. “Something amazing.”
Karl looked towards the quiet store, “So they’re in there together and….”
“And Gushtin is gushing. You jealous?” Manny asked.
“Jealous!”
“That James got there first?” Karl looked stupefied and Manny nudged him with his arm in a friendly manner and asked, “What’re you doing back here, Karl?”
“I was...curious.”
“What about?”
“Just...you guys.”
Calvin smiled, too. “Us guys? What about us guys?”
“Well, I mean, who wouldn’t be curious?” He said, trying to dodge the question.
“Lots of people wouldn’t be curious, and lots of people would,” Mike answered. “But what, in particular, were you curious about? About us guys?”
“Like...you know.”
“Like, what do we know, Karl?”
“Like...about getting so…big.” His eyes glanced downwards. Mike made his pendulous, foot-long, inches-thick cock pulse. Karl had never seen anything like that, as if the powerful teen before him could easily control his cock, making it bulge on cue and swell thicker simply by willing it to be so. The other dude’s cock was visibly lengthening, crawling down his well-muscled thigh and adding inches to its already impressive dimensions. It was swelling with mass and veins as it grew.
“Oh,” Mike said, “is that all?”
“Yeah,” Karl answered dubiously.
Calvin said, “Which one of us big dudes were you most curious about, Karl?”
He turned towards the red head, who suddenly looked larger than before. His chest was a set of enormous muscular plates lined with cables of power, with two fat nipples drooping off the edge like peanuts. His milky skin was shiny with sweat, and his own monster was swollen and growing more rigid by the second.
“Yeah, Karl,” Manny added. “Was there...anyone in particular you wanted to spend some time with? Discussing how...big...he is?” Karl shifted his attention again, and Manuel looked even larger than Cal. His dark-skinned body appeared to be growing even bigger as he simply stood there, doing nothing at all.
“Dudes,” Mike said, with a slight sense of worry in his voice, “what about what Mr. Titus…?”
“Mr. Titus said we should be friendly,” Cal answered. “I’m just being friendly to Karl.”
“Me, too,” Manny agreed. “I’m just being really friendly. And I just want to be friendlier.”
Karl gulped hard.
Justin’s prick was in overdrive. True to form, he was not simply leaking gossamer threads or even drooling a steady flow of honey, he was now actively gushing thick pumps of precum that splattered and splashed against the man in his embrace as well as his own naked form.
The room began to smell rank and raw. Justin’s powerful scent - and equally powerful pheromones - were literally soaking the room.
His arms around James’s smaller body, holding his form against himself, he massaged and caressed and pleasured the other man in ways that James had never experienced. His touch was magical, and his body had never felt so good.
And every gush of honey that soaked into his clothing and drenched his skin beneath made him feel better. A tingling sensation accompanied Justin’s gushing explosions, and it made James’s whole body feel like a stroked, hard-as-steel dick.
A sudden, copious fountain of precum erupted up Justin’s amazing and colossal cock, splattering between the two men with wet warmth that bathed them both in the essence of sex.
James’s small body shuddered with perfect bliss. Justin moaned and released another heavy cascade.
The three huge men surrounding Karl were slowly growing ever larger and more beautiful as his heart began to pulse hard and fast. He felt hot and everything smelled like sex. “What’s happening?” he asked.
Mike said, “Nothing. Nothing’s happening.” His voice dropped in register with every word.
“Did you want something to happen?” Calvin asked. His cock was swelling into a monster.
“Just tell us what you want, and we’ll make it happen,” Manny agreed.
“Look. Dudes. I’m not gay.”
They exchanged glances. Then Mike said, “So what?”
“But...I’m not gay.”
“You said that already. And I repeat; so what?”
“We’re not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do, Karl. But we find it...curious...that you came back to visit us. Right guys?”
Manny nodded and Calvin said, “Yeah, curious.”
“We’re curious about you like you’re curious about us,” Mike said. “That’s all.”
“About me?”
Mike nodded. “You said you were curious about us. About us being big. And I want to satisfy your...curiosity. I want to satisfy you very, very much.”
“We all do,” Manny agreed.
“How can we satisfy your curiosity, Karl?” Calvin asked. “What, in particular, can I do?”
“How did it happen?”
“How did we get big?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s in my cum,” Mike explained.
“Your cum?”
Calvin cleared his throat. “It’s primarily in our cum, but it can happen in other ways, too, sometimes.”
“So you…?”
“If I cum in your mouth, you’ll start to grow.”
“My mouth?”
Calvin shrugged. “Your mouth. Your ass. Probably I could cum in your ear and you’d still start growing.”
“But...how..?”
He shrugged again. “Don’t know. But it’s 100% effective and guaranteed to work. So far, it’s worked on everyone.”
“But...what happens?”
Mike smiled. “This happens.”
A miracle occurred in front of Karl’s eyes as Mike, and then his companions, began to swell larger and larger, rising taller and spreading wider and packing on pounds and pounds and pounds of raw, pure, perfect muscle. As they continued growing, each of the young super teens began to sprout a secondary cock from their thick pubic bushes that grew so quickly and so suddenly that it seemed to Karl that he was imagining all that was happening, but he knew it was real.
Each of the teens, Mike and Manuel and Calvin, were growing bigger and more powerful and, incredibly, more handsome with every passing second. If Karl had regarded these guys as impossibly beautiful and incredibly powerful before, he had no words to describe them now.
Mike was nearly eight feet high. Two massive shanks of sex meat hung in lush abundance, dangling over a foot long and as thick as Karl’s wrist. His face was incandescently gorgeous, perfected to a state that looked inhuman in its beauty. “This is what happens, Karl. This is what we all look like. This is what it means to be in Muscle Club.”
“Muscle City,” Manuel corrected. Karl looked over and audibly gasped at the dark-skinned Latino’s handsome visage. His dark eyes looked like caramel, surrounded by thick lashes. His lips were pillows of obvious sensuality. His body was constructed of fat wedges and deep valleys and heavy nipples hanging from two massive plates of cabled glory mounted on his chest. He owned two pricks, as well, hanging fat over a set of hairless balls that looked as large as lemons and were visibly swelling as if each had a pump inside making it grow and recede.
Karl looked at Calvin. His copper hair was now accompanied by a thick beard and mustaches that gave him an incredibly masculine air. His green eyes sparkled and his ready smile was incandescent. More copper hair sprouted in thickly across his massive chest and wound down the valley between his abs until it grew back into a forest that crowned his fat cocks, two creamy-skinned monsters whose plum-sized heads were cowled in masses of foreskin. He was monstrously huge, and seemed to glow in the sunlight.
Now at their true forms, the three Muscle Citizens were releasing unfiltered clouds of masculine-scented pheromones. Their bodies were pumped hard and full of Transform’s pure power. Their balls swelled with hot cream waiting to be pumped up every thick inch of both cocks, and their libidos were topping out at eleven on a scale of ten. They were living, breathing embodiments of perfect male sex, with bodies overwhelmed with muscular power, ready willing and able to perform any task set to them with super efficient concentration and an eagerness to please.
“Fuck me,” Karl said quietly.
Mike tilted his head. “Is that a promise or an offer?”
James had not yet removed a stitch of clothing. Thick, dark stains marked his shirt and jeans where Justin had oozed his love juices, a consequence of the deep pleasure he experienced as he explored another body, marking James with his essence and his scent when his cock swelled and gushed from pure sensual bliss. He would say, each time, “Apologies, sir,” and continue his caresses. The warmth of his honey bathed James in pure sex, and he was soon thickly lacquered in Justin’s copious flow of precum as it continued to stream from his massive shank of glorious fuck meat.
James moaned and his dick throbbed. “Take...take my shirt off, please.”
Justin applied his hands to the hem of James’ shirt and stripped it from him. It was sodden and heavy with the flow from Justin’s cock, redolent with his juice and his scent. He tossed it aside and it landed with a wet slap, clinging to the wall before its weight slowly made it slip to the floor..
James’s skin was slick and glistening, thickly coated in Justin’s honey. Justin reapplied his touch to James’s bare skin, and the absence of the smaller’s man’s clothing made their contact electric and fiery. He moved his talented, magical hands across James’s base flesh, groaning with pleasure.
James said, “Take off my pants.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin growled deeply.
He sank to his knees and unbuckled James’s belt. He applied his hands to James’s jeans and unzipped them. He moved the heavy denim, soaked through with his own masculine nectar, down James’s legs to extract them from his body. James stepped from his flip-flops and stepped out of the jeans and heard them join his shirt on the floor with the same thick, wet slapping sound.
He watched Justin rise to his full height again, and Justin embraced him in his strong arms, moving his hands down his back and onto his buttocks. He buried his face against the huge man’s hard chest, smelling his body’s sweet stink and breathing him inside.
Justin was hot. Physically hot. As Justin’s hands grew near to the core of James’s body, a thick and sudden release of warm honey jetted down James’s legs from Justin’s massive prick. He gasped in unison with the superteen and closed his eyes when Justin’s magic touch finally found his hole and he lifted his leg, wrapping it over Justin’s hip to allow the talented fingers entry to him. His arms tried to encompass the huge man’s frame. He was as hard as a rock, but smooth and soft and silken to touch.
Justin rubbed the wet warmth of James’s most intimate spot with a gentle devotion belying his size and power. He tenderly nudged and pushed and pleasured the smaller man’s softness, feeling him tense and release at the intrusion. James’s mouth - his lips and teeth - found the rubbery nub of Justin’s fat nipple and he teased it, licked it, prodded it, bit it.
“Yes, sir,” Justin groaned and pushed his finger inside.
His cock exploded with a gallon of honey.
“They’re awfully quiet,” Karl observed, trying to change the subject.
“Like I said, it’s an intimate experience.”
Calvin asked, “What sort of...experiences do you like, Karl?”
“Me?” he said, looking up.
Cal nodded. “Yeah, what do you like to do? Because...y’know...I bet we could have some fun, too.”
“Yeah,” Mike readily agreed. “Let’s have some fun!”
Cal continued past Mike’s eagerness. “Do you like getting sucked? Would you like having your cock inside my warm, wet mouth, having my long, slick tongue licking every inch of you, having my strong hands squeeze you and tease you while my mouth sucks and licks until the tingles are too hard to resist and you start pumping your cream inside my hungry mouth?”
“Maybe you like getting rimmed,” Manny suggested. “You like that? The warm wetness licking your taint and your hole, my talented tongue pushing inside and licking you out like an ice ream sundae? That feeling like having a slick, hot, wet dick teasing your backdoor, squirming in ecstasy while I apply my mouth to your hole?”
“Maybe you’re like Justin,” Mike said, “since you seem to know about that. You a...sensualist, Karl? You want to feel my body? My muscles? You want to press your lips to my skin, kiss and lick me, every inch of this body? You want to tease my nipples and and move your touch across these massive bulges and feel what I feel like?” He smiled a lecherous grin, “because I would be so into that.”
Feeling more than a bit intimidated by the huge men around him, naked and utterly unashamed and displaying their arousal with open lust and admiration, he said, “Why don’t you get started and maybe I’ll jump in when...I feel like it.”
“That’s hardly fair to you,” Mike objected.
“Yeah,” Manny agreed. “I mean, it’s not like there’s not enough to go around.”
“Maybe he’s scared,” Cal suggested. “I mean, look at us. We could practically destroy a building.”
“Practically?” Mike asked.
“Well, I mean, we have destroyed a building but….”
“‘A’ building?”
“Okay, several buildings, but….”
“But,” Mike insisted, “we’re just pussycats, Karl.”
“Very large pussycats,” Calvin corrected, “but pussycats nonetheless.”
“Maybe he wants it all,” Manny suggested. “But he’s too shy to ask.”
“What about that, Karl?” Mike asked. “You want to rest yourself on top of this body, chew on my nips, lick the sweat off my neck, put your mouth on mine while Calvin sucks on your joint and Manny licks your asshole?”
“I….”
Both the men inside the store were covered in a thick coating of Justin’s warm honey. His cock was gushing as he embraced James’s small body, feeling every inch of him. His fingers were digging into James’s ass and his mouth was kissing his neck, his shoulders, his tongue lapped up the salty tang of his own slick lube as he explored his new friend’s body.
James, of course, had never felt anything like this. The warm, wet cocoon of Justin’s constant flow bathed his skin in a sort of orgasmic tingling sensation. It was the most erotic and sensual experience of his life, and his cock was throbbing hard with constant blissful pulses.
“You feel so good, sir,” Justin growled.
“Kiss me,” James ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Justin responded. He twisted the small man around in his arms and bent his lips to James’s mouth, granting him a soft, tender kiss. His cock gushed between them, a hot volley that warmed James’s skin and made fresh erotic tingles cascade down his flesh. He gasped and Justin groaned. “May I kiss you again, sir?” Justin asked, softly.
“Yes,” James replied. Justin’s cock gushed strongly with happiness and desire and he kissed James again, holding his head in his hands as the wealth of his copious and seemingly unending flow of warm, rich, salty honey dripped off their skin. “Oh my god,” James sighed, laying his face aside one of Justin’s mammoth pecs, “I want to feel like this forever.”
Justin smiled, rubbing his hand through the smaller man’s hair and said, deeply, “That can be arranged.”
James looked up at the achingly handsome face. “Do it,” he said.
“Are you sure?” James nodded and Justin’s cock fountained a thick stream of warm honey to display his joy at the other man’s request. “It would be my pleasure to welcome you to Muscle City, James.”
“What should I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Justin explained. His copious flow of precum was now accompanied by the miraculous source of perfect masculine power, his utter blissful joy allowing him to release the initiator that would begin to infiltrate James’s genetic structure and remake him utterly. “You’re already on your way.”