Transform: Muscle City 13
by AKA
Jason was standing naked in Jeff Grimaldi’s shower stall. Jeff had just witnessed the young man’s impossible and ample release of what seemed like gallons of cream from his magnificent cock - pumping it up in steady streams from a pair of low hangers that pulsed and throbbed like nothing he's ever seen - and then just as easily soak, lick and gulp it all back inside himself merely by touching his body to it, rubbing his muscles and skin against the glass like a cat in heat until it was all cleaned away, like magic.
Jason reached forward and opened the door, stepping out of the clean shower stall that only moments before had been swimming in his production of powerful cum. He paused for a moment, standing at his full height, his muscles swollen and bulging larger than ever before he strode towards Mr. Grimaldi, who still stood outside the bathroom, until he was only inches from the much shorter man.
His naked body was hot, his skin slick, his scent strong. He smiled, enjoying the particular and peculiar sensation of absorbing the power of ultimate masculine perfection back into himself. All his muscles bulged to their utmost perfection. He smelled of sex and sweat and musk. His cock, magnificent and huge, hung like a fat hose over his large balls. His insanely handsome face was made all the more beautiful because he was smiling with complete satisfaction.
“Any other questions, Mr. Grimaldi?”
Jeff looked up at Jason’s face. “Amazing,” he said softly.
“Yeah,” Jason agreed, “ain’t I something?” He moved his arms overhead, placing his hands against the ceiling and leaning forward, looming over the smaller man. He exposed his deep sweaty pits fully, knowing that he would be able to release a full load of his pheromones toward the other man, bathing him in his irresistible savory funk. His body was supercharged on its own power, transferred from the cum factory in his balls and soaking into every cell of his monumental body. “What do you want to do now, Mr. Grimaldi?" he asked softly in his low, deep voice. "Is there anything else I can show you? Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Let’s….”
“Mmm? Let’s what?” He leaned down and brought their faces - their mouths - closer together. “Let’s what?” he growled.
Jeff swallowed hard. His cock was still throbbing a beat in his jeans and forming a wet spot. His body felt hot all over and his brain was spinning. “Are you tugging me?”
“Uh huh,” Jason verified. Their lips brushed lightly.
“Hard?”
“Not very hard,” he said. “Do you want me to turn it up?”
“You...you can do it without physical contact?”
Jason nodded. “I told you I can walk into a room and tug every guy in there, didn’t I?” Jeff nodded once. “This is what that feels like, Mr. Grimaldi.”
Then the sensation suddenly swelled and became undeniably pronounced. Jason easily and effortlessly pushed his libido into the red zone. “Oh my god,” he whispered.
“More?” Jason asked. Without awaiting Jeff’s answer, he tugged even harder on the other man’s lust, zeroing in unerringly and with expert finesse, knowing exactly where and how much to tug on Jeff’s libido. “Can I kiss you, Mr. Grimaldi?”
“Kiss…” Jeff was breathless and in a haze of sex. His cock hurt. His balls ached. Jason lowered his hands to Jeff’s jeans and began to undo his button fly, pulling it open one by one to relieve the pressure. He leaned down and brushed his warm, soft lips against Jeff’s, darting his tongue forward and wetting the other man’s mouth. A tingling sensation erupted where his tongue left its wetness, and Jeff’s tongue moved forward to drink the sex inside his mouth.
Jason was at his most powerful. The only way he could grow sexually stronger is after drinking from a newly made NMC dude, but pumping a full load from his balls and pulling it all - every drop - back inside himself had elevated his superhuman sexual capabilities and swollen every muscle to its limit. He was inflated with masculine power. He was practically bursting with it, and it wanted out.
Jason dug his hand inside Jeff’s underwear and cupped his meat, sending a thick, hard, sudden jolt of sex into his prick. It made Jeff’s heart beat faster and he closed his eyes, sighing contentedly.
Jason tilted his head and pressed his lips against Jeff’s. The teacher opened his mouth and Jason accepted the invitation and pushed his tongue inside, lighting the older man up with a flood of sexual delight through Jason’s unyielding power.
The muscular teen god felt Jeff’s cock swell and he squeezed gently, smiling with recognition against their kiss. “Don’t be so anxious, Mr. Grimaldi,” he whispered. “This is going to be more fun if you can hold on.” He kissed him again. “Can you hold on, Mr. Grimaldi?”
Jeff nodded, swallowing hard.
“I can help if you need me to. Do you need some help holding on, Mr. Grimaldi?”
Nod.
Jason smiled. He loved this part. He loved being in charge. He loved what he could do, and he loved when another man allowed him to do it. “Let me teach the teacher a few lessons,” he growled.
“Don’t…” Jeff whispered.
“I won’t,” Jason promised. “Not until you ask me to, Mr. Grimaldi. This is just sex. This is just me showing you what I can do, now. Who I am.” He kissed him again. “This is just you and me, together. Let me show you what I can do, Mr. Grimaldi.”
Jeff nodded his surrender.
Jason smiled and released a shower of pheromones that surrounded Jeff’s body in wet heat. He shoved a continual pulse of sex into his head and shot throbs of pure sex into his cock through his hand. He squeezed and rubbed and stroked Jeff’s hard on, he kissed his lips, he pressed his hot naked muscles against Jeff’s smaller body and overwhelmed him with sex.
Jason was a super-powered sex machine and he was unleashed on Jeff’s body. His kisses were passionate and lingering, tender and hungry. He moved his arms around Jeff and pulled him into a muscular embrace, allowing him to feel every bulging inch of his hard muscles, throbbing with power.
“What do you want to do, Mr. Grimaldi?” He growled. “Do you want to suck my cock? Do you want me to suck yours? Do you want me to lick your asshole, make you wet and hot, push my strong tongue deep inside you? Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Grimaldi? Do you want to know what it feels like? What it feels like inside my perfect, deep, hot, tight ass? What it feels like to push your cock inside the biggest man on the planet and fuck him hard? Because I want you to, Mr. Grimaldi. I want you to fuck me hard. Harder than you've ever fucked anyone, and even harder than that. Or do you want me to bend you over and shove myself inside you? Do you want to feel eighteen thick inches of meat stretching your hole and delivering insane, endless, hard throbbing pulses of pure, intense, perfect sex inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent,” Jason whispered.
There was a reason that Jason had attempted to empty his balls so completely. He intended to keep his promise to Mr. Grimaldi, and not to change him even though he could do so with effortless ease. His balls still ached with their load as they spent a long, hot afternoon grunting and growling and moaning with intense pleasure.
Jeff did everything he wanted and Jason did everything he was asked to. Sucking and fucking each other, with Jason paving the boulevard of copious, unending sexual bliss by tempering Jeff’s libido and controlling his own impulses so that both men hovered at the edge of orgasmic release for hours.
There was nothing that Jason couldn’t or wouldn’t do. It was true that he could teach the teacher quite a lot about the arts of pleasure. He had a talented tongue and talented hands. He had a prodigious cock that seemed design to provide the ultimate amount of pleasure, plugging into Jeff’s hole and sliding inside him until he lit up like a Christmas tree and screamed with perfect bliss.
Jeff didn’t cum. He never released a drop of his super-powered cream. He slicked up Jeff’s chute with his tongue and his spit, splitting the man’s ass apart and eating him out raw and wet. Then he poised his monster at the back door, flooded Jeff’s brain with sexual ecstasy and shoved himself home, fucking the man with power and authority as he moaned in delight.
And Jason didn’t allow Jeff to come, either. He kept him at the edge, the spine-tingling, toe-curling, hair-raising edge of orgasmic release, right at the moment when his cock was hard as iron and the eye opened and everything wanted to push that thick, hot load of cream out and make it splatter everywhere, but it didn’t.
Somehow, it didn’t.
For hours. Hours together. And then Jason opened his lips and swallowed Jeff’s organ deep inside his throat and something changed or snapped or released and Jeff shouted a feral cry of intense bliss and he felt himself exploding down Jason’s warm, wet throat with gush after gush, sending throbbing bursts of thick, hot cum into his lover’s mouth as Jason groaned in ecstasy and swallowed every drop.
Jason gave Jeff the day of his life, a day he would never be able to forget. Then Jeff was lying within Jason’s strong arms and feeling the huge teenaged god breathing against him as he stroked his hair and kissed him gently. “And that’s what I can do, Mr. Grimaldi.” He kissed him and held him close. “Did you enjoy that?”
“God, yes.”
“Did you want to do it again?”
Jeff’s head spun and his brain flipped over. “Again? I can’t even imagine...again?”
Jason squeezed him. “Didn’t I say I was horny as heaven and hell combined.” He laughed gently, sounding like a lion. “If you’ll excuse me, though, I need to pull the stopper out before my balls burst.”
“You’re going to do it again?”
“Yes.”
“As much as the first time?”
“Probably a lot more. You’re a very good lover, Mr. Grimaldi. I’ve never been with a man who could take so much of me, before.”
“Can I…?”
“You want to watch?” Jeff nodded and turned red. “Oh, fuck, Mr. Grimaldi, there’s never any reason to be embarrassed about your desires. Like I said, I’ll do anything you want me to, for as long or as much as you want me to.” He tilted his head and narrowed his gaze. “There is one thing I haven’t shown you, yet.”
“There’s more?”
“Only a tiny bit.” Then Jeff felt something nudging his back, something warm and thick and growing very quickly. “You might want to turn over, Mr. Grimaldi. I think you’ll find this part pretty radical.”
Jeff sat forward out of Jason’s arms and moved on his large bed to turn and look down at Jason’s groin. What he saw there made his jaw drop and his eyes grow round.
Jason was growing a second prick. It was swelling quite quickly adjacent to the one he already had, and it was obvious after only a few moments that this secondary appendage was every bit as huge and thick and long and perfect as its twin. “Two for the price of one,” Jason said proudly. “What do you think of that?”
“How…?” But as quickly as his head stopped spinning at the sight of the magically appearing extra appendage, Jeff knew what and who Jason and his friends were now.
Trumans. He was in bed, naked, and had just enjoyed hours of sex with a real, live honest to God truman.
But how? They had all disappeared long before the teenaged gods in this town started swelling with muscle. There were no T Gyms anywhere within hours, and no one had seen nor heard from a single truman in months or years. How did this happen? Again?
“My thoughts exactly, when it happened to me. But now I sort of like it. And it comes in handy when there’s more than one mouth to feed and everybody wants some power juice.” He reached down and took a prick in each of his bear’s grips, stroking the sleek, smooth skin as they both arched upward, attaining a double erection with mind-boggling speed.
“I never understood,” Jeff admitted. “Why the hell would you develop another penis?”
“Dunno,” Jason said brightly, but then he dipped his head, opened his mouth and pressed his full, sensuous lips to the mouths of both barrels. After he closed his eyes and as Jeff watched, both pricks were visibly throbbing with swollen surges as the 17-year-old musclebound giant began to feed himself from his endless supply of cream.
He swallowed in evident ecstasy from the twin founts attached to his loins. Jeff watched Jason’s balls inflating as the cream they produced in such overwhelming abundance filled them up, as if a valve had been released and Jason could finally let his thunderous load of cum erupt up the heavy inches of the ponderous giants rising majestically between his thighs. His cheeks inverted as he sucked hard on both nozzles, delivering himself a gushing reservoir of cum.
Minutes passed as Jason fed on his own seed, swallowing the surging gushes until his balls returned to their usual ample - but less distended - size and his whole body seemed to glow with renewed vigor and health. He pulled his twins from his mouth, licking the drooling mouths of each snake of the last droplets before he allowed them to sink back and flop across his thickly muscled thighs as he leisurely stoked them like pets. “Fuck, I needed that,” he groaned. Then he winked at Mr. Grimaldi as if this was the most usual occurrence in the world.
“I think I understand,” Jeff said, softly. “You don’t eat anymore, do you?” Jason shook his head. “You only swallow the cream of your own balls and what your other Muscle Club friends produce.” He nodded, smiling. “And every day you get bigger.”
“Every fucking day.” He raised his arms and they both watched the biceps swell upwards higher and higher, splitting into distinct heads and as big as cantaloupes. “Bigger and bigger.”
“And different guys get different results.”
“But everybody gets bigger.”
“And afterwards?”
“Afterwards? What?”
“Can you still….?”
In answer, Jason leaned forwards and kissed Jeff with the same passion as before. His twins inflated to rock hardness in moments and he passed a hard, full, deep throb of sex into Jeff’s body, illustrating with crystal clarity that when he said he was always horny as hell, he fucking well meant it. “I can fuck you from dawn to dusk,” he said, then he kissed his mouth. “I can cum buckets of cream and flood your house,” he whispered, and kissed him again. “I’ll never stop, I’ll never get tired, and I’ll never get soft. My cocks stay rock hard and inches thick for as long as I want them to. And I always want them to.”
Jeff sighed and gulped in air to calm his frazzled, sex-soaked nerves. “You...you’re a truman.”
Jason sat back, his cocks swinging in the air like unanchored cranes. “Am not.”
“Yes. Only...only explanation.” Jason was still sending out thick vibes of his sexual power. “Can you...can you….?”
“Oh, fuck, sorry.” Then the vibrations ceased as quickly as they began, and Jeff’s head cleared. Jason moved his hand against Jeff’s face in a tender gesture. “You okay, Mr. Grimaldi?”
“Wow,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “Sorry about that. Probably shouldn’t start my engines back up so soon after...everything else.”
“What does it feel like?”
“What does what feel like?”
“Being truman?”
“I told you, Mr. Grimaldi, I’m not truman. We’re not truman. None of us ever met a truman.”
“But it all fits, Jason. I know something about them. I studied them. I even met some of them at one of the T Gyms once. And,” he paused, allowing his eyes to scan the mammoth musculature, the prodigious pricks, the smooth silken skin, and the inhumanly beautiful face of the young man in his bed before concluding, “you’re definitely truman.”
Jason looked down at his body, moving his large hands along the bulging muscles. “I am?” Then he was grinning brightly and wiggled his eyebrows at his teacher. “Well, holy fuck.”
“It never occurred to you before?”
“It never mattered,” Jason explained. “I mean, you know, it was weird and all, but after you’re in Muscle Club, you sort of develop a one-track mind.” He looked at his hands, and his arms, and his chest. He reached up to pluck one of his ultra-sensitive nipples and his cocks throbbed and jumped as an electric shock of pleasure rocketed through his huge body. “Well, holy fuck.” He looked up, excited. “Does that mean I can fly?”
“I think that was apocryphal, Jason.”
“Apocry-what?”
“Fictitious. I never saw one fly, and they denied it was something they could do.”
“They? When you talked to them?” He sat forward, excited, and suddenly Jeff could see the student he had known before, jumpy and unfocused. In other words, a teenaged boy. “What were they like? Were they as big as me?”
“Bigger.”
“Fuckin’ A! And did you fuck them? Did they fuck you? How come you’re not a truman Mr. Grimaldi? I thought every guy they met turned into one, like it was some kind of virus or something weird like that.”
Jeff shook his head. “They had complete control over their bodies and abilities. They seemed quite proud of that, and given what you’ve told me about your overwhelming and constant..horniness, I guess it was justified. They could change their size and appearance. They could alter their skin color, eye color, their faces and bodies. They were uniformly like you, huge bodies, extremely muscular development, innate physical beauty.”
“Aw shucks, Mr. Grimaldi, you’re flattering me,” Jason chided.
Jeff just nodded. “Be as sarcastic as you want, Jason, but you can’t deny how you look. You’re among the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen, if not the most beautiful. That was one of the reasons I was so interested in trumans. Not just because of their beauty, but why it manifested at all. What sort of strange genetic anomaly would not only build up a man’s muscles to that extent - to your extent - as well as seemingly strain out every last defect, flaw, weakness and deficiency and replace it all with this over-amped, overpowered, overwhelming beauty, sexuality and masculine energy? Take tugging, as you call it. Why does that happen? Why can you do that? With your beauty and power, do you need to control another man’s sexual desires?”
Jason shrugged. “Dunno,” he admitted. “Guess I never thought much about it.”
“I have,” Jeff admitted, “But I don’t really have any answers, other than whatever is happening to you can’t be a naturally occurring phenomenon. Something unnatural has to have started it, and something unnatural is causing these mutations in your body that continue to change you.”
“You don’t make it sound very appealing,” Jason observed. “You make me sound like a freak.”
“In terms of nature, you are a freak. You are literally a freak of nature, but in all these oddly positive and beneficial ways. Maybe the additional penis reflects nature trying to make sense of what’s happening. Maybe it’s a physical manifestation of everything going on inside you.” He realized, suddenly, from looking at Jason’s crestfallen face, that he had gone too far. “Jason, I….”
“It’s okay, Mr. Grimaldi. I understand.”
“No, Jason, I….”
“I know I’m a freak. I’m all scary and shit. I know how you feel.” He moved off the bed and stood next to it, looking down at his teacher.
“No, I didn’t mean that you’re….”
He looked as if he was going to cry. It was odd and crazy. This insanely powerful, beautiful, majestic man felt badly because of what one man said to him. “I was kind of hoping that maybe you were different. I thought you were.”
“Jason.”
“I’m gonna go,” he said. “I won’t bother you again.”
Jeff reached out to take Jason’s large hand. “Don’t go,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t...I just went on and on without thinking of your feelings.”
Jason’s lip was trembling. “I do have feelings, you know,” he said, softly. “I think you people forget that part, like I’m just this huge wall of muscle so I can’t possibly be hurt or something.” He looked away. “I have feelings.”
Jeff sighed and stood up, his head coming only to the huge teenager’s chest. He had grown even larger as they made love, it appeared. “I know you do. I treated you badly. I forgot what I was talking about, and whom I was talking to.” He reached up and touched Jason’s strong chin. “I’m sorry.” Then he arched up onto his tiptoes and tried to kiss Jason’s mouth.
The teen smiled and rubbed at his eyes, then he bent down and pressed their lips together, kissing Jeff’s mouth tenderly. “Okay,” he said, “I guess I understand.”
“You do?”
“I guess so. You’re all excited to meet a real live truman again, and all that stuff you had in your big noggin just started tumbling out. And maybe I was a little sensitive,” he admitted. “It’s weird, I was never this way before.”
Jeff grimaced, then asked, “Can I tell you something about the trumans that might help you?” Jason nodded and Jeff sat back on the bed, inviting the huge naked man onto the mattress with him.
As Jason sat his mammoth frame down, causing strained protests from the mattress springs and bed frame, Jeff said, “This is something he told me - one of the trumans I spoke with - about them. And about you, too. He said that their testosterone and androgen levels were through the roof. That obviously makes sense and can account for your muscular development, your semen production, bone mass, hair growth, the whole nine yards. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
“Testosterone, yeah. That’s the sex hormone or muscle hormone or something. Not sure about androgen.”
Jeff nodded, feeling like a teacher again, albeit a completely nude teacher sitting with an eight-foot-tall musclebound student he just made love with for the entire afternoon. “Testosterone is mostly concerned with male reproductive issues, and things like muscle mass, bone mass, body hair. Androgen stimulates and controls those male characteristics. Things like your sex organs and other male sex characteristics. The things that make you a man. They’re kind of like steroids, but naturally occurring in every vertebrate.”
“Okay,” Jason said, nodding his understanding.
“Trumans produce testosterone and androgen at staggering levels, levels much, much higher than I produce, or ever could. Hundreds of times higher. A side effect of testosterone is aggression. You’re heard of ‘Roid Rage’?” Jason nodded. “Testosterone production at the level your body is producing it - well, you’d normally be ripping doors off cars and beating the shit out of me right now after how I made you feel.
“In a sense, your body is in a perpetual state of development. You’re going through puberty at an accelerated rate but it never stops. Phallic enlargement, facial hair, increased muscle strength and mass, male fertility, body hair, facial hair...that’s why everyone starts to resemble the same general age, regardless of their actual physical age.”
Jason was smiling as the pieces fell into place for him. “So what’s happening is kind of natural, in a way.”
“In a way. That’s true. These are naturally occurring functions and effects in every human male - but in your case, they’ve been hugely accelerated and supplemented, and they don’t seem to stop. For what reason, I’m not sure.”
“What about the other stuff? Like tugging and changing and growing and shrinking?”
“I don’t know,” Jeff admitted. “Maybe these are evolutionary effects that we would all manifest given time. Maybe these are anomalies that your body manifests as a coping mechanism given the trials it’s being subjected to. I don’t know.”
“You said I should be tearing car doors off?” Jeff nodded. “But I don’t want to. I never get angry - well, not seriously angry. Even when everyone in town was being a total dick to us all, I could never get truly angry at them.”
“Because whatever else is happening inside of you, there’s a counter-agent that allows your body to manifest muscle and bone and hair and keeps your sex drive running at a 417 on a scale of one to ten without ripping car doors off. Maybe it’s a safety mechanism, a designed pressure valve to re-channel your aggressions into...well, into sex.”
“I am awfully good at sex,” Jason admitted, wagging his eyebrows.
“I don’t mean being good at it - although there’s no question you’re awesome at it. What I mean is...remember when I observed how forward you were about propositioning me? And then you were basically naked when you got here and started stripping off the little clothing you had left almost immediately.”
“I kind of remember that,” he said, grinning.
“That’s sexual aggression. The whole ‘We know what we want‘ attitude. All that male testosterone aggression pumping through you has to go somewhere, and that’s where it’s going.”
“What else can I do?” Jason asked.
“What do you mean?”
He lay his body sideways across the mattress. His twin cocks flopped over his hip and lay before him like snakes. “You seem to know all about trumans. If that’s what I am, what else can I do - given that I can’t fly which is a total bummer.”
“This might interest you. They could change another man if they wanted to, but they could also withhold the...power to do that, as well.”
Jason’s eyes lit up. “So, they could just have sex with anyone and they didn’t worry about...losing it?”
“We didn’t really get into specifics, I’m afraid. It was more of a...an exploration for me.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I was studying them. Kind of a hobby, really. I wasn’t planning on being an English teacher, Jason, I studied human anatomy and biology at college. And there were several things about trumans that were both interesting and irregular.”
“Wish I could do that.”
“Do what?”
“Fuck a guy and not worry about, like, watching him inflate.”
“You ever try?”
He shrugged. “Well, yeah! We just fucked for five hours, in case you don’t remember.”
“No, I mean...you didn’t ejaculate.”
“Nice of you to notice. You don’t know how fucking hard that was!”
“When trumans have sex with a partner, they orgasm and ejaculate repeatedly, but they don’t alter their partner’s genetic structure if they don’t want to.”
“They...turn it on and off?”
“They turn it on and off.”
“Do you...do you think that would work?”
“Did you want to try?”
“On you?”
“I’d be a willing subject in that experiment.”
Jason sat up, and already his cocks were showing renewed signs of life. The young man couldn’t hide his excitement. “You...want me to cum all over you and see what happens?”
Jeff laughed despite himself. “Maybe not all over me.” Even though you could and I wouldn’t necessarily object, he thought to himself. “Just a little. For a test.”
“But….”
“But?”
“But if I do it wrong, if it doesn’t work, you’ll….”
“Even from a little?” The thought staggered Jeff. If even a small amount was enough, whatever it was had to be both super-concentrated and super-powerful.
Jason nodded. “Never fails. Like I said, I could just give you a tiny drop of my cream and as soon as it hits your tongue, the hunger takes over and you just want more. You’ll want it all. And I’ll give it all to you, because it feels….”
“What does it feel like?”
“It feels like heaven, making another guy. Feeling him change. Giving him muscle and watching it swell under his skin, pump him up bigger and bigger. There’s...nothing else like it in the world.”
“If you’re truman, and I’m sure that you are, you can do it.”
“I’ve never even tried,” he said, worried.
“But that’s the point, isn’t it? You never knew you could, so you never even tried. You thought any time you offered yourself sexually you’d always change your partner. But I know you can do it, Jason. And I want you to try on me.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“Right here?”
“Right here, right now. Just do it like you turn tugging on and off. Do it like you flex your muscles. Do it like you can grow and shrink your secondary penis. However you control your powers, you can control this, too. I’m certain of it.”
“So….don’t make you into a Muscle Club..a truman?”
“Yes. Decide not to do it.” Jason looked for a moment like a man in deep concentration. “Don’t sprain yourself. Just do it. Just decide to do it.”
His expression cleared and he looked confused. And like a teenaged boy wanting to please his mentor. “Wait, do it or not do it?”
“Whichever. You know what I mean.”
Jason’s mouth twisted up comically and his handsome brow furrowed. He took one of his twins in his hand and held it up, and they both watched the tip as the mouth opened and a pearlescent drop swelled, like a gift. “I think I did it,” he announced, a little proudly.
“You can just...make some?”
He nodded and grinned. “I can make as much as you want. I can make more than you’ll ever need. I can pump cream all day and all night.” He looked down and the small bubble of his cum swelled into a thick flow and began to drool down the thick inches of his prick. “I can cum on demand, Mr. Grimaldi. So I suggest you start lapping it up.”
Jeff looked at the gift that Jason offered him. He knew it was a gamble, that it might change him utterly, but was that really such a bad thing? Would it be horrible to be as big and powerful and handsome as the young man in bed with him?
He decided it wouldn’t be. He moved his finger toward the sticky stream of cream and rubbed it from Jason’s enormous cock, feeling its wet warmth on his fingers. “In for a penny, in for a pound,” he said.
“Huh?”
“It’s an old saying. It means,” he paused, then shrugged, “what the fuck?” Then he exchanged glances with Jason and pushed his fingers inside his mouth, sucking them clean.
There was a subtle tingling sensation which was odd, and for a moment his heart jumped, thinking that Jason had failed. He moved the salty, tangy, familiar cream around inside his mouth, finding both the taste and the sensation of it highly pleasurable. Jason tasted like he smelled, funky and manly and powerful. The tingling sensation spread around inside his mouth and all over his tongue and he swallowed Jason’s cum mingled with the spit he was producing.
He found he did want more of it. Perhaps this was the hunger Jason spoke of. But he didn’t feel any other effects happening to his body. His cock jerked as the sensation of warmth and sex that Jason delivered in just that drop of cream entered his body. It was like being tugged, but in liquid form. It was the embodiment of the young man’s physical power, and it warmed Jeff’s body and made him feel sexy and horny and hungry - but neither his muscles nor his cock grew the slightest degree larger.
“Interesting,” Jeff said at last.
Jason’s smile grew incandescent and he leaned forward and kissed Jeff roughly and with intense passion. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, then he kissed him again, deeply and warmly. “Holy fuck!”
Jason suddenly sat back, grabbed a nozzle in each hand, pointed them at the naked teacher and began to unleash a flood of cream that splattered and splashed against him in utter abundance. Long, thick ropes of Jason’s warm, wet, sexy cum flowed from his pricks like fountains, and Jeff was bathed in the intense sexual sensation and felt it tingling all over his exposed skin. It made him feel strong and sexy and amazing and his own cock inflated to rock-hard erection and spewed its own small eruption in return.
But he did not grow an inch bigger. All he felt was the fierce, invigorating, overwhelming sensation of sex everywhere that Jason’s flood touched him.
He opened his mouth and Jason points both twins at his face and he guzzled it down like a starving man. He had never tasted anything as delicious, and had never felt anything as euphoric.
Jason was on his knees, holding his twins in his hands and bathing Jeff in a flood of warm, sticky, salty spunk. The strong scent of Jason’s masculine power fogged the entire house. It splattered against Jeff’s skin and rained droplets of cream on them both.
He came and came in utter joy, knowing that he could control when and who he invited into New Muscle Club at any time, and he’d never have to stop the pleasure for a moment.
For Jason, this changed everything.
For Jeff, this was just the beginning.