Transform: Muscle City 14
by AKA
The classic Land Rover Series III is nearly six and a half feet tall. It’s a huge vehicle built between 1971 and 1985. It was designed primarily for off-road use, and the four-door version was fourteen feet long. It is a gargantuan monster, used by the UN, the British and Australian armies and the Royal Navy.
If anyone had been driving along a certain stretch of American highway on a certain warm evening, they would have seen a classic forest green Land Rover parked on the shoulder. A closer look would reveal three men leaning against the truck, each standing head and shoulders above its roof. If they had stopped to look even closer, they might have been surprised that each of the men was completely naked. And certainly they would have been shocked to see that each man, apart from being unusually attractive and gifted with the perfect muscular development of super-heavyweight bodybuilders, was also gifted with two cocks a piece.
Further investigation would reveal that the buzz-headed blonde man in the middle of the three had one heavily-muscled arm draped across the shoulders of a man with thick, vibrantly red hair made of soft waves that looked like someone had poured copper on his head, and a full, beautiful beard of the same hue on his jutting chin and strong jaw. The blonde’s hand was resting against the redhead’s massive right pec, his fingers lost in the wealth of all the warm, soft fur running across his chest, rubbing, twisting and pinching the man’s very prominent nipple mounted low on the bulging meat hanging from his upper body.
The blonde’s other hand was nowhere to be seen, because it was resting against the third man’s buttocks, slipping his fingers down that man’s warm, moist crack, between the two muscular globes of his glutes and gently rubbing and pressing against his asshole.
The redhead was massively built. Of course, each of them was, but his body looked as if it had been constructed from boulders. The same copper hair was massed in curls across his barrel chest and sprouted like a thick crown over the two - two! - long, thick shanks of cock that jumped and throbbed with every twist of his nipple.
The blonde in the center was smiling the sort of smile one might have if he also had complete control over the other two men, which at the moment seemed to be the case. His body was beautiful, a dark bronzed hue kissed by the sun as if some muscular surfer had somehow found his way from the warm Pacific waves into this lost stretch of land. Long, lean, perfect wedges and balls of hard brawn covered him, each muscle head married to its brothers in symmetrical harmony, and dusted in a soft coating of golden fuzz like a peach. It would be obvious to any witness that he was a man who enjoyed other men - so much so that he could not keep his hands off of them for too long.
The third man, a dark-haired, blue-eyed god, would be almost too hard to observe for long, because one might spontaneously erupt with an orgasm strong enough to split a zipper wide open simply from his overwhelming beauty and absolute perfection. He, too, was smiling, but it was the smile of a content and happy man doing exactly what he wanted to be doing, with exactly the two people he wanted to be doing it with. His body was beyond imagining in its size, its beauty and its perfection. If some god had reached down to create a perfect man, he would be hard pressed to do better.
At the moment, the three giant naked men were watching the sun setting and the sky turning shades of pink, purple and violet as the warm evening breeze caressed their silken flesh. As the man in the middle played with the parts of the the other two, their massive twin cocks bulged and throbbed and pumped out heavy strands of warm honey, redolent with the strong scent of sex and masculine power. The honey drizzled thickly down the fat shafts of their hard, throbbing meat, a warm reminder of the constant state of arousal that inflamed their loins with and bodies.
“Beautiful,” the dark-haired god murmured. He looked at his blonde companion and leaned over to kiss his soft lips. The blonde man withdrew his hand from its manipulations of the dark man’s ass, moving his palm behind Billy’s neck to pull their mouths together. Billy’s powerful scent was on his hand and it made his nostrils flare and sting, and made his own cocks pump a fat flow of honey.
The redhead looked over smiling, and moved his hand onto the blonde man’s wide, bulging back to caress his skin and feel his strength and hardness. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned deeply.
The blonde started to laugh in the middle of his kiss. “Again?” he asked.
“I can’t help myself,” Trevor explained. “Everything about you - and I mean everything - turns me on harder than I’ve ever been turned on before. Just...feeling your skin, your muscles, the sensation of your body moving beneath my touch makes me heat up.”
“Thanks,” Carl said. “I like feeling you touching me. You have very gentle hands.”
“Not always,” Billy said, looking over Carl’s vast shoulders. “If I was able to bruise, I think you could see where Trevor got a bit overly excited.”
“Sorry,” he growled. “Sometimes I can’t help myself.”
Billy reached around his lover and cupped Trevor’s bearded face. “Keep getting overly excited. I like it.”
“Are we going again?” Carl asked. “Because I know I’d love another round with the both of you. I haven’t had a workout like that for a while.”
Billy kissed his lover. “I find that hard to believe.”
Carl shrugged. “Not every dude back home has your stamina,” he said, and then he looked at Trevor and added, “or your...energy.” He winked at him.
“How many more are there?”
“Back home? I guess a couple of hundred. That sound right, Billy?”
“Give or take a dozen or so,” he agreed.
Trevor’s eyes went wide. “A..a couple hundred? And all like you?”
Carl nodded, and corrected him. “Like us,” he said, kissing Trevor’s warm lips. “But I think that they lack a certain degree of experience.” He kissed him again, lingeringly. “Yes, there’s definitely something to be said for an older man.”
“I’m not that much older,” he protested.
“I’m not complaining, you’ll notice. That was a compliment. You’re fucking amazing as a lover, Trev. You’re passionate, you’re enthusiastic, you’re athletic and you’re fucking...inventive! I mean, some of those moves you put on me? Fuck.”
Billy had to agree. “He speaks the truth, Trevor.”
The redhead’s whole body blushed. “Aw, shucks. You’re embarrassing me.”
“Not their fault. They don’t have your years of training. Practice makes perfect, as they say.”
“So they’re…?”
“Most of the guys back home are teenagers. High school students. Some were probably virgins prior to joining Muscle Club, and maybe they haven’t been exposed to as many...opportunities as you.”
Trevor’s brow furrowed and he said to Billy, “But you’re no teenager.”
Now it was Billy’s turn to blush. “I...maybe didn’t have the opportunities, either.”
Carl rubbed Billy’s massive chest and explained, “Our beautiful friend here has never had the most...outgoing personality. Like I said, I had to chase his fine ass down and pursue him with a rather persistent relish before I caught him. And then it was just him and me for months. Not that we didn’t have fun!”
Billy nodded. “Oh, we had fun all right, but I’d be the first one to admit that Carl showed me all his moves and helped me...explore what it meant to be intimate and sexual with someone else. I was a bit shy and hesitant.”
“Which only made you sexier,” Carl said, kissing his mouth again.
“Well, you’re certainly not shy and hesitant anymore,” Trevor volunteered. “You went everywhere I wanted to go, and sometimes you went places I wasn’t even thinking about, yet.”
“I...tend not to do a lot of thinking when I get in that mood,” Billy admitted. “I kind of let my body do all the talking.”
“An excellent plan,” Trevor acknowledged. “Sometimes it better not to think too much about what you want to do, and just to do it.”
“Although,” Billy said, “that’s sort of how we find ourselves in this situation in the first place.”
Trevor asked, “How did this happen? I mean, I know how this,” he said, gesturing at his own new massive frame, “happened. But how did this,” he then gestured at Billy and Carl, making a wide circle with his open palm, “happen?”
“How did Muscle Club begin?” Carl asked, and Trevor nodded. Then Carl sighed and said, “It’s a long story.”
“Then give me the Cliff’s Notes version.”
“The Cliffs what?”
“Wow, you are young, aren’t you?”
“I’m young and hung and filled with cum!” Carl announced, proudly.
“Indeed,” Trevor agreed, looking down at the other man’s bulging, heavy balls.
“He means give him the short version,” Billy explained.
Carl looked at the setting sun and the darkening sky. “Long story short, then. Two guys found something on the web and spent a weekend using it. It made them grow muscles, and get bigger, and blast out ropes of cum from their lengthening cock. They found out that they were being altered pretty radically and that their cum could change others, too. They invited their friends over and they changed, and got bigger, and hornier, and then they could make their friends change, too. And things went along like that for a few weeks, and these guys kept growing, and getting more beautiful, and stronger, and inviting other guys to join them, until Muscle Club was born. And the more guys who joined it, the bigger everyone got.”
“That sounds...impossible.”
Carl nodded. “Probably is. Except that here I am, and there you are.”
“Those first two guys, they’re still around?”
Carl nodded. “Everyone is still around. Things got kind of...bad. People freaked out, as you can imagine when dozens of horny high school dudes start blooming into bodybuilder horndogs overnight and keep getting bigger and stronger every fucking day. It was hardest on Billy here, who had to keep us in line and keep the school administration from freaking out too much, while allowing us to, sort of, explore our new boundaries.”
“Boys will be boys,” Billy said.
“And you pursued him?” Trevor asked.
“I fucking tailed this guy from day one - well, after I joined Muscle Club - but I always had a thing for him. He was - he is, the kindest, gentlest, most loving man I ever met. He was a great teacher, he’s an even better lover, and I would do anything in the world for him.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Billy said, kissing Carl on the mouth.
“And are all the guys - they’re all guys?”
“All guys,” Carl affirmed.
“Interesting. And you never found out how this happened?”
“We were in school,” Carl explained. “And we were, you know, fucking each other. Who has time for investigation? Anyway, what does it matter?”
“It might answer a lot of questions.”
“What questions?”
Trevor’s smooth brow furrowed. ‘Well, why do we have two dicks for one thing. And why are we so big? It’s...impractical. And so strong?” His head tilted. “How strong are we, anyway? It’s obvious we’re big.”
“I don’t think ‘big’ quite covers what we are,” Carl said with a grin.
“We’re quite strong,” Billy said.
“For example?”
The dark-haired god looked across the landscape, then pointed. “How much would you guess that rock weighs?”
“The boulder, you mean?”
“If you like.”
“Couple of tons, I should think.”
“Go lift it.”
Trevor looked at him doubtfully. “Pull the other one.”
“He’s not shitting you, Trev. Go pick it up.” Carl moved behind his lover and wrapped him in his arms, holding his beautiful body against his own. “It’ll be fun!”
Trevor shrugged and walked towards where the large rock was resting. It was at least as large as a normal man, if he were wrapped in a fetal position. Carl nuzzled Billy’s neck and sent his lover groaning like a lion as they both watched Trevor’s handsome posterior bob and flex as the huge man walked away from the truck.
He paused, looking at the rock. “Just pick it up,” Carl shouted. “Don’t make a pet out of it!”
The copper bear bent his knees and surrounded the wide boulder with his new long arms, feeling his muscles stretch and flex as he prepared for what he assumed to be a titanic struggle. He pushed his fingers under each edge of the cold stone and hugged the rock’s surface to his naked body.
At first, it wouldn’t budge at all. As he applied more force to his labors, an odd thing started to happen. He could feel his muscles tensing and bulging. A hard heat began to sing across his body and the familiar sensation of muscular development kicked in.
He realized that he was physically growing - actually getting stronger - as he wrestled to get the boulder off the ground. He felt his back expand, and his shoulders and lats swell. His arms bulged and the muscles along his thick legs grew larger by the inch.
He was getting stronger, somehow. As he tested his body’s power, it was expanding itself to meet the challenge, developing new strands and cables of muscle even as he attempted to lift the monstrous rock, fighting gravity and his own strength in the process.
And then it budged. He moved his hands underneath and pulled the rock towards him. The far edge lifted up. He gritted his teeth and his abdominals swelled with power and his arms and shoulders sang with strain and, inch by inch, he slowly managed the two-ton slab of solid rock off the ground.
“He’s a fighter,” Carl said, “I’ll give him that.”
“That’s a lot to do in one go, though.”
“He looks like he’s managing it okay.”
And he was. Trevor was slowly, and with effort that made all his massive muscles bulge out starkly from his frame, lifting the boulder off the ground. Then he was balancing its weight, shifting his legs, moving his grip, and he had the man-size rock fully off the ground and he continued lifting it, inch by inch.
“You’re doing great, Trev!” Carl urged.
“Fuck,” Trevor growled.
“I know, right? It’s fucking heavy!”
“Shut up,” Trevor groaned. He now had the rock in both arms and was standing upright. holding over two tons of solid granite in his arms.
“You did it!” Carl shouted.
“I don’t think he’s quite done, yet,” Billy observed.
Which was true, because Trevor was now attempting the push the tonnage over his head. “You don’t have to show off for us,” Carl advised. “We’re both suitably impressed!”
Trevor grunted and strained, glorying in the sensation of muscular power and growth that continued to build and manifest across his entire body. Muscle was strengthening, tightening, developing harder and thicker as he made his new, miraculous, impossible lift the boulder up, up, up and over his head.
He stood, now, in the darkening light, feet spread apart, chest heaving as he breathed, the muscles of his arms and shoulders standing out starkly beneath his milky skin, holding several tons of rock above his copper-haired head. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted, with a tremendous smile on his handsome face and both dicks inflated to full glory.
The muscles all across his eight-foot tall body were bulging out against his pale skin. He was clearly even bigger than before, and looked like he could tear apart anything he set his hands to.
“I think he likes it,” Carl observed, because both of Trevor’s cannons were now exploding like milk fountains, shooting fat ropes of cream as he spontaneously achieved orgasm.
“Evidently,” Billy agreed.
Eyes closed, holding the rock above his head, Trevor came fat gouts of cum that splattered into the dry earth, emptying his over-productive balls because his body had delivered so much power that he was overwhelmed with it. He shot his load until it drooled from the mouths of both cocks and he smiled with evident bliss.
Then Trevor turned slowly and heaved the boulder as far as he could throw it, which wasn’t very far, yet, and they all felt it strike back to earth with a heavy thud and a cloud of dust. Trevor was clapping his hands to rid them of the grit and came striding back, his even thicker legs winding around each other making his gait more like a strut, obviously proud and amazed with himself. “Holy fuck, that was intense.”
“So, yeah,” Carl said, “we’re kinda strong.” He narrowed his gaze and asked, “How are you feeling after that?”
“Hungry.” He thought for a moment, and added, “Horny.”
“Sums it up pretty well.” Carl smiled and stepped back, pushing his boyfriend towards the huge copper-headed man. “How about a snack?”
Billy said, “Carl!”
“Trev says he’s hungry and horny! You can feed both those needs quite admirably!”
“Carl!” Trevor echoed.
“What?” He shook his head, laughing slightly. “You old dudes and your morals. Look, Trevor, after a build up and explosion like that, your body needs more power. Billy has the best juice in the world, plus he’s the best lover in the world.””
“I’m not….”
“You so are,” Carl shot back. “So you two go to town and I’ll get the truck ready.”
“Ready? Ready for what?”
He looked at Billy. “You haven’t forgotten the reason for our...walkabout, have you?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Oh, Yeah.” Carl pushed Billy gently towards Trevor again. “Have fun kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, which pretty much allows you to do whatever the fuck you feel like doing.” Then he winked.
Billy looked at Trevor. He was breathing hard, his muscles were stark and bulging, a sheen of sweat coated his milky skin and he had a fierce, hungry look in his eyes. “You ready?”
In answer, Trevor fell upon Billy like a starving man, and the two huge gods fell to the earth kissing and groping each other with wild need.
Trevor found it hard to argue with Carl’s assessment of Billy’s talents only moments after they fell together. “Let yourself go,” Billy growled in his ear. “There are no more boundaries between us.”
“I don’t….”
“You do.”
“I can’t….”
“You can.” Then Trevor released himself entirely to his needs and his power and his strength, and his cocks exploded again with hot, heavy cream and he felt Billy’s energizing and satisfying cum splattering all over his body. They were coming together as they pleasured each other, caressing and groping and kissing and fucking without any limits or direction, their bodies telling them where to go and what to do.
Carl leaned against the Land Rover, watching his lover and his new friend sharing their power as he slowly caressed himself, taking a dick in each hand and double-stroking as the strong, unending tingles of sex shook his giant frame. Each cock drooled a flow of honey he used to lube up his grip, and he watched the other two men fucking - their muscles flexing and bulging, their cocks hard and stiff, their desire for each other hotter than the sun - and he drank in the beauty of two men making love under the dark, starry sky.
“So, there’s a city in the other direction entirely populated with men like you….”
“Men like us,” Carl corrected, again, “including you.”
“Men like us,” Trevor agreed, “and every last one of them is as strong, as powerful, as muscular, as beautiful as you are, and as horny as I am….”
“Possibly hornier,” Carl said, grinning, “though I personally would find that hard to believe.”
“Then tell me why we’re driving away from there?” The road was dark ahead of them, lit by the Land Rover’s headlights. The sky was filled with stars and a sliver moon. They were once again driving in the direction that Trevor and the Muscle Club boys had been traveling before their sudden and unexpected tryst.
“Billy has a mission,” Carl explained.
“We can go on alone, if you’d prefer to check out Muscle City,” Billy said. “Though I do enjoy having you along.”
“I must admit that I’m extremely tempted,” Trevor admitted. “My brain is going a little swimmy at the thought of it.” He looked at Billy, who was sitting next to him. “And not one of them is wearing a stitch of clothing?”
Billy shook his head. “Not a stitch.”
“Not a thread,” Carl added. “All that beautiful naked flesh just waiting - eager! - to be caressed and embraced. Not to mention a hard cock everywhere you look attached to a man ready to put it to very good use.”
“And everyone just…?”
“Everyone just does whatever they wish to do. With great frequency and energy.” Billy smiled. “And, yes, it’s exactly as wonderful as you’re imagining it to be.”
Trevor’s handsome face frowned a bit. “So...what is this mission that’s so important that you left paradise behind to wander the endless American landscape?”
“To find men like you,” Carl said. “Though this didn’t quite turn out according to plan.”
“The mission?”
Carl nodded. “Billy, here, has a special talent. Or so it is believed. And we’re out here to test that talent.”
Trevor glanced over at the inhumanly beautiful man. “A special talent?”
Billy shrugged. “It’s a theory.”
“Having experienced your talents at physical pleasure first-hand, I don’t doubt you have others you haven’t tapped, yet.”
“We think Billy’s a super trigger.”
“And that would be?”
“Sometimes,” Billy explained, “when a man is changed, he’ll manifest something unusual. More unusual, I guess, than the usual muscular growth and size. Something special. And after he does that, he can bring us all that additional power, or size, or even a unique talent.”
“Like?” Trevor asked.
Carl counted on his fingers, “Pushing guys to make them feel good, having a second dick, being able to physically alter ourselves..you know, the usual superhero shit.”
“And Billy can do that?”
Billy shrugged in answer. “It’s a theory.”
“How often does this happen, these changes?”
“At first it happened quite often.”
Carl nodded agreement. “Seemed like every new guy we welcomed into Muscle Club made us all get bigger, stronger, gave us some new ability.”
“But now?”
“We kind of put a moratorium on adding guys,” Carl said. “Billy thought that was a good idea, trying to keep the community happy, make us not be so….”
“Desired?” Trevor asked.
“Disliked,” Carl said. “I know, we’re all sweethearts and all we wanna do is have some fun. But for some strange reason, having all the male high school students start swelling with muscle and stopping every hour or so to fuck each other raw and then swell even bigger...it didn’t afford us many fans.”
“How did this happen?”
“Like Carl said, with Scott and Derek and this video that found online. But none of us knows where it came from, really, or how to...control it.”
“Not that we want to,” Carl said. “But, yeah, sometimes it was a hassle having your dick constantly hard - not to mention two of them - and not being able to, you know, do something about it.”
“I’m going to feel like this all the time, now?” Trevor was stroking his cocks, feeling the new constant thrill of sexual bliss that they delivered.
“If you mean constantly horny with two cocks throbbing for attention and your balls aching from all the cum your producing and every inch of your skin needing someone else’s warm, strong hands all over you… then, yeah, that doesn’t go away.”
“You can control it, when you need to,” Billy mentioned. “It’s part of the control we all have over our bodies.”
“By control he means delay,” Carl clarified. “You still need to fuck someone or jerk off, like, a dozen times a day.” Trevor’s face registered doubt. “I’m fucking serious, bro. If you don’t relieve the pressure, when you do finally go off you’re gonna explode like a hydrant. Cum fucking everywhere, dude, and the biggest fucking orgasmic brain blast you’ve ever had.” He smiled. “Come to think of it, it’s pretty sweet.”
Trevor looked down at his cocks. They were both throbbing and hot and hungry. He thought about the bliss they delivered and a gush of warm honey erupted from each nozzle as if in response to a request he didn’t make. Billy reached over and grabbed one of Trevor’s pricks and squeezed, making Trevor bite his lip and release even more pre. “Fuck,” he said softly.
“Why don’t you let me take the wheel and you get on back there with Carl. Looks like your pressure is building again.” Trevor looked over, smiling. “It’s not unusual for a new guy. You’ll probably need some attention constantly, and luckily you have both of us here to help.”
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“You’re not still under the impression that just because Carl and I are together that we deny each other the opportunity to enjoy the attention of others? Because I’d like to dissuade you of that opinion as strongly as I can. I would happy and proud to have you violate Carl’s ass with as much energy and passion as you can manage. I would, in fact, and probably, feel better about watching you together than you feel pushing your cock into his ass and flooding his guts with cum.”
“Oh.” Trevor’s face reddened, seeing as that was exactly what he wanted to do.
“So, yeah, I would love for you to take my lover in the back of your truck and fuck each other so hard that keeping the vehicle in the lane becomes a driving challenge.”
“Are you done?” Carl asked. “Because I need someone’s fat prick in my tight ass.”
“Am I done, Trevor?”
Trevor laughed. “Yeah, I’ll violate your lover if that’s what you want.”
“You’ll make me the proudest pervert in this Range Rover, my friend.” Billy kissed his mouth. “and when you’re finished with him, I’d like the pleasure of your cock in my own ass, if that’s not asking too much.”
“Just the one cock?” Trevor’s sensual mouth quirked into a half-grin.
Billy looked down at the two fat shanks of sex already throbbing towards erection. “Well, if you insist.”
As promised, Trevor did fuck Carl’s talented ass with as much energy and vitality as his new body could produce and, obeying Billy’s wishes, their fucking was so energetic and athletic that they made it difficult for Billy to control the truck. Then Carl and Billy traded places and it was Billy’s turn for some Trevor action, enjoying the fulfilling sensation of having his new friend shoving twin cocks of impressive size and girth deep inside his guts and flooding him with the warm, powerful sensation of Muscle Club cum that Trevor was still producing in overabundance.
Somehow, between the three of them, they managed to keep traveling along the freeway and fucking each other until the needle of the truck’s gas tank was nearing the bottom, and it was time to find some more. “I saw a sign a couple miles back while you two were….”
“Yes,” Billy nodded, “Trevor and I know what we were doing.”
Carl smiled, then continued, “While you two were screaming out ‘fuck me, oh yeah, baby, right there, oh god, oh god, oh god!’”
“I don’t sound like that,” Trevor complained.
“I think he was attempting to do me.”
Carl smirked. “I’m always attempting to do you, Billy.” Then he reached over and stroked his lover’s fat shank of sex meat to prove his point.
Billy swallowed hard and shuddered as his body registered the sudden, almost violent shock of tugging that Carl sent through his hand into Billy’s cock. “You were saying?”
“What? Oh, yeah. There was a sign back there about gas and food at the next exit. I get the impression that all we’re gonna find there is gas and food, though.”
“What makes you say that?” Trevor asked in his cute Aussie accented voice.
“The name of the place is Truck Stop.”
“Well,” Billy said, sighing as Carl’s hand continued to stroke his prick and send rough shivers of pure sex into his body, “we have a truck and we need to stop so...no, Carl, don’t stop doing that. That, you can keep doing for as long as you want to.”
“So...forever, then?”
Billy kissed him soundly.
Indeed, as Carl steered the Land Rover from the freeway toward a low-slung building lit by some sad, flickering lights, they discovered that the Truck Stop was something more of a deserted diner - or so it seemed. There were lights on inside and a filling station behind the building, but the large parking lot was empty save for a single small sedan parked beneath one of the two lot lights that were trying hard just to stay lit.
“Oh, my,” Billy observed.
“Well, fuck,” Carl agreed.
“That’s either the saddest or the most romantic looking Truck Stop I’ve ever seen.”
Carl’s handsome brow furrowed. “What’s romantic about it?”
“I mean in an Edward Hopper sense.”
“I’m not following you,” Carl admitted.
“I see that we’re going to need to add art history to our class schedule when I get back,” Billy observed. “Edward Hopper is a mid-century American painter, whose most famous painting, called ‘Nighthawks,’ depicts a corner diner at night populated by….”
“Oh! Oh, I know the one you mean.” Carl looked at the Truck Stop. “Definitely more sad than romantic, this place,” he observed. “But they have gas.”
“Indeed,” Billy agreed. His body was already resizing itself in preparation for putting some clothing back on rather than wander inside stark naked. “I hesitate to mention this, Trevor, but Carl and I have no cash. Or credit cards. Or...ID.”
“Wait, you don’t have a driver’s license or…?”
Billy smirked and shrugged. “We can both drive, obviously, but we weren’t planning on it, you see. Plus neither of us look like the pictures or meet the physical descriptions on our licenses any longer, so they were sort of useless. And, logically, what were the odds that anyone who pulled over three huge musclebound - naked - gentlemen having continual sex with each other were going to be chiefly concerned with driver’s licenses?”
“I think your logic is a tad flawed,” Trevor suggested, “but I see your point.”
“I can see your everything,” Carl added. Then he sighed. “I always hated this part.”
“Which part?” Billy asked.
“The part where you put your clothes back on and pretend that we aren’t….”
“That particular chapter of our lives is definitely over, Carl,” Billy said before kissing Carl’s mouth with deep passion. “The clothes are going back on, for practicality's sake, but there’s no more pretending about you and me. Ever.”
“God, I love you,” Carl said, simply.
“The feeling is mutual,” Billy agreed.
After some negotiation, both Billy and Trevor fit their muscled bulks into whatever clothing between the three of them still fit - because thanks to Trevor’s recent initiation, Billy was now a bit larger than before. So, shirtless and looking a bit like refugees from an underwear ad shoot starring insanely-equipped porn stars with Mr. Universe bodies and movie star faces, the two men exited the Land Rover, leaving a naked Carl behind the wheel, and walked towards the small building.
"A bit snug," Trevor observed, trying again to manage the wealth of his meat inside the crotch of his shorts. "I can see why no one wears anything back at that town of yours."
Billy nodded. "It can get a bit...uncomfortable." He cupped and shoved his own mammoth appendage, trying to find the right position and arrangement of cock and balls.
As they approached, they could hear music coming from inside, and opening the glass door the unmistakable sounds of Skrillex blasted out.
“What. The hell. Is that?”
Trevor looked at Billy, scowling. “You don’t get out much, do you?”
“Not if this is considered music.”
Trevor sighed. “Looks like we need to add modern music appreciation to our class schedule,” he chided.
“No need to be rude.” He listened to the abrupt breaks and chopped vocals and deep bass flutters for a moment, and then said/shouted, “It does have a certain tribal appeal.”
“You mean that you can feel it in your balls?”
Billy smiled. “As a matter of fact….” Before he could finish his thought, a small figure emerged from the kitchen through a flapping door. He - if it was a he - was nodding his head violently and shaking a vibrant length of brightly colored blue hair like a flag. He wore cut-off jeans that had a hard time hanging on to his thin hips, and a ragged black tanktop splattered with paint. His feet were encased in cherry red leather Doc Marten boots that looked a couple of sizes too big.
He was thin as a reed, and moving his limbs as if his joints had recently been lubed. He pivoted and twisted in an alarming and remarkable manner, obviously oblivious to his new customers. He looked to be in the throes of some religious fervor, and the pungent scent of Marijuana surrounded him like a cloud.
The music was coming from an old boombox that had been augmented with additional compartments to build up its bass, and there were flashing and throbbing LEDs complimenting its silver-plated face.
“Oh my,” Billy said. “What’s that?”
“I think,” Trevor shouted, “that’s our host.”
“He’s beautiful,” Billy yelled.
Unfortunately, he did so right at a conveniently placed break in the music, and his comical observation echoed through the diner very loudly. The young man stopped dead and reached over to shut down Skrillex’s deep, hard beats and he stood there as his thick, long hair settled over his face breathing hard and staring back at the two nearly-naked men standing at the door to the diner.
“Hello,” Trevor said.
The boy blinked.
“Could we get some gas?” Billy asked.
That was when Magnus “Booji" Boy (not his real name) fainted dead away.