Transform: Muscle City 15
by AKA
Jeff Grimaldi and Jason Hickox were sitting in Jeff’s living room on the floor. Between the two men - one huge, insanely muscular, blindingly beautiful and naked, the other semi-clothed, somewhat average looking and much, much smaller in stature and development - were two cardboard boxes filled with notebooks, binders and photo albums.
Jeff understood that the term “he doesn’t know his own strength” could be applied to Jason, now. The young man, uncaged and unleashed from his self-imposed restrictions, was easily the most sensually charged and sexually capable being that Jeff had ever encountered. Simply being in the same room - the same building - as Jason made it difficult to think about or concentrate on anything but him.
Without thought or word or deed, the young, beautiful, flawless and powerful man personified pure, perfect, effortless and unyielding physical bliss.
Jeff wanted to touch him. He wanted to be touched by him. He wanted to hear the man’s voice, to look into his eyes, to be granted the gift of watching him move - or even to not move, and allow his eyes to drift along the other man’s insane and beautiful body with its powerful display of raw bulging muscle and magnificent, swollen cock.
The smell of his powerful sexual attractants saturated the air, and it was challenging to just listen to him breathing, his gargantuan chest rising and falling, pushing his fat nipples up and down through the soft golden curls of his manly fur without being reminded of his unnatural and innate capabilities to balance Jeff on the edge of orgasmic explosion for hours on end.
Jason was leaking sex from every pore. All his muscles bulged to their extreme extent, pushing out against his silken skin, showing every fiber of insane strength that pulsed along every inch of his frame.
One long, powerful, muscle-swollen leg was stretched before him and the other was twisted under his perfect ass. He lounged languorously on Jeff’s carpeted floor, inflated nearly to his true, full dimensions. His bulk had to push the furniture aside just to allow the young man room enough to sit down.
Both of his massive pricks - thick and juicy, extending well over a foot long - were pushing forward like invitations, draped across his always-bulging ball sack. He would occasionally move his fingers to the mouth of one or both of his dicks and wipe off the precum he was leaking non-stop, sucking it into his mouth with wet sensuality. His sexual prowess was in full bloom, practically throbbing from his body in waves, and the scent of his heavy masculine musk perfumed the air like a locker room. His long, luxurious, golden mane hung forward across his turquoise eyes as he scanned the booklet in his large hand.
“This is everything?” Jason asked, his deep voice rumbling up from his tremendous chest. Even his voice sounded as if it was saturated with sex.
“All I have left,” Jeff acknowledged. “Everything on the computer was wiped, and I was printing this stuff out as fast as I could.” He pulled one box towards him, rummaging through its contents. “Some of it is my hand-written notes, interviews, observations.” He shrugged. “I mean, I’m not a researcher, so it isn’t very...scientific.”
Jason looked up from some notes he was reading. “No, but it’s fucking hot.” He resumed scanning the notebook, flipping through its college-ruled lines and Jeff’s scrawls. He started reading aloud from one of the pages: ‘Subject Fourteen: Every guy remembers his growth. How can someone forget gaining all that muscle and, like, this (indicating his penis).’ Jason looked up, asking, “He was naked?”
“Rather like you, now. Isn’t that how you prefer to be?” His gaze glanced down as Jason absently rubbed the wet cap of his cock.
The teen sex-god nodded, and continued to read: ‘It’s kind of like being born again. An awakening. A rebirth. I can remember the man I was, of course. I’m still that man, but now I’m so much more than that. I mean more than my muscles and my dick. It changes everything. I became a new man, a better man. I don’t regret a goddamned thing.’ He looked up again, sighing and smiling. “That pretty much nails it for me, too. I’m still Jason. I didn’t change inside,” he said, moving a finger to point to himself, the digit sliding into the golden forest of curls that coated his awesome pectoral globes, “but at the same time I did change. I’m better than I was.”
“That was a common theme with every truman I talked to. No one ever said they regretted it. And at the time they were excited - anxious even - to recruit as many guys as they could.”
“Recruit?”
“Initiate, in your words.”
“I like ‘invite.’ Sounds...nicer.” He looked at Jeff. “You know I’d give it to you if you asked, right? That invitation is open.”
“I know.”
“I thought you did,” he said, “but I just wanted to, you know, make it perfectly clear.”
“I appreciate that.” Jason was sucking his fingers again. “That’s a bit distracting,” Jeff observed.
“Do you want me to stop?” He licked his lips slowly, invitingly.
“I only said it was distracting. I didn’t ask you to stop.”
Jason rubbed his thumb across his dick head and gathered a thick gob of his masculine-scented honey. “Want some?” He showed his dripping thumb to Jeff. The precum drooled down his skin leaving a wet trail.
Jeff leaned forward and Jason pushed his cum-coated thumb into Jeff’s mouth, cupping his chin in his warm hand. The teacher sucked it clean and moaned with delight. “Do you always taste like that?”
Jason smiled. “Always.” He lifted one massive cock and the mouth began to drool a fat ooze of his honey as he commanded it. “More?”
“I thought you wanted to learn more about….?”
Jason leaned back against Jeff’s couch and spread his longs legs apart, mesmerizing the teacher with his body’s insane flexibility and power. The young man’s twin monsters shifted back towards his belly and began leaking musky honey onto his 10-pack abs.
He opened himself up to the other man, his legs split apart, moving his hand down his rippled belly and over his cocks, shifting his fat ball sack aside to reveal the tight pink pucker of his asshole. Jason rubbed his fingers against the entry to heaven and said, “Don’t you want to fuck me, Mr. Grimaldi?” He pushed his fingers deep inside and pulled them out, wet and slick with juice. Jeff’s nostrils flared as the young god’s enticing scent stung his senses. “I know I want you to fuck me.” The student started tugging on the teacher, again, sending out thick pulses of sex that penetrated Jeff’s libido and made his prick plump and throb with eager need.
“You don’t need to do that,” Jeff said, feeling his desire swelling.
Jason smiled. “I like doing it,” he explained. “It’s fun.” He pushed his fingers inside again and closed his eyes, thrown into some sexual rapture from his own penetration. “Aw, fuck,” he moaned, and the sound of his deep, powerful voice shook Jeff to his core.
Insatiable. Voracious. Jason’s sex drive knew no limits or boundaries, and now he acted on his impulses and invited Jeff to join his unending one-man orgy.
Jeff breathed the young man’s sex inside his lungs and found his cock pushing against his shorts for release. He moved forward, pushed the boxes aside and dove towards Jason’s rosebud, shoving his tongue inside to taste the teenager’s hot, wet hole.
They spent another hour naked together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Jason used his quickly developing, epic-level control to help Jeff keep up with his insatiable desire and unquenchable thirst for sex and passion. Jeff fucked and kissed him, and Jason fountained his load of cream all over the teacher’s naked body, drenching him with pure sex. Then he pulled the teacher atop his mammoth frame and his skin soaked the sticky load back inside himself, energizing him all over again.
“This is fucking cool,” Jason said. “I hardly even remember these guys.” He was back to flipping through Jeff’s notebooks after their latest sexual session, scanning the pages quickly as if mentally absorbing everything with effortless ease.
“It’s weird how that works,” Jeff agreed, sweat soaking through his briefs from their on-going encounters. “It’s like they were never around at all, or everyone sort of remembers them, even though for a while you could hardly avoid seeing them or reading about them. They were everywhere….”
“And then they were gone.” Jason flipped the page and something fell out. It was a magazine clipping, with torn edges. He picked it up and looked at it.
It was a picture of a man, naked, from the waist up. It was apparent that he was naked, but the magazine chose not to display everything. His body was perfect, and he was simply standing there, arms folded over his mammoth chest, staring back into the camera. A chill went through Jason’s body looking at the man’s face, and at his intensely blue eyes. “Jesus,” he whispered.
“Who is...oh, yeah. I tore that out of Time Magazine. That’s one of their leaders, if that’s the correct term. His name is...was...Michael. He was the partner of Dr. Carlos Martinez, the man credited with creating the trumans.”
“So, he was the first?”
Jeff shook his head. “No, the first truman was named Todd. He was the subject of an experiment that got out of hand.”
“What kind of experiment?”
“They were kind of cagey about that. And about a lot of things. But the idea of rank - of the order in which someone was elevated to a truman - that seemed important to them.” He shrugged. “Not sure why. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it signified something more.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Jason said, meeting Jeff’s gaze. “I like Scott and Derek a lot. Cool guys, really fun, amazing fuckers. But they could kind of be dicks about being the first Muscle Club guys. Not that I blame them, particularly.”
“Was there anything special about them?”
“Special?”
“Was there anything unusual or remarkable that set them apart from everyone else in Muscle Club?”
“Not that I noticed. Other than the fact that those guys always seemed to be just a little bit bigger than everyone else.” Then he smiled and raised his arm, tensing the mind-bending rock of solid muscle into power, watching it swell larger and larger like a balloon. “At least they used to be.”
“That would make sense, given what we know about the process.”
“What do we know about the process?”
“If we know that Scott and Derek initiated, sorry, invited everyone else, then they were also privy to the initial altered emissions of….”
“Mr. Grimaldi? Like, I know you’re a teacher and all but could you, like, not refer to everything so...science-like? It makes me feel weird.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Jason. I do tend to fall back into that mode. What term would you prefer?”
“Cum explosion,” he said, grinning.
“Um,” Jeff started, his face coloring.
Jason nudged him playfully, nearly knocking him over. “I’m just shitting you, Mr. Grimaldi! Call it whatever you want to.”
“Hilarious, Jason,” Jeff retorted, smiling despite himself. “Anyway, as you’ve discovered, that initial cum explosion is saturated….”
“Why, Mr. Grimaldi! Such language in front of a minor!” Then Jason leaned forward and kissed Jeff’s lips rather soundly.
“What was that for?”
Jason shrugged. “Just felt like it. Do I need a reason to kiss you?”
“Kiss me all you want to...though, maybe not in class.”
“Not in class. Check,” Jason responded in mock seriousness.
Jeff sighed, wondering how deep the trouble he had gotten himself into was likely to go. “At any rate, as you well know the first..uh...return investment from a newly minted truman is saturated with his unique expression of whatever it is that changes you. Usually, and most often, it signals added growth and development, further augmenting the body with muscular growth and sexual development.”
“Like super puberty.”
He nodded, “Like super puberty. But sometimes the newly formed truman acts like a...a trigger of sorts, and can offer not just additional muscle but something more than that.”
“Like Terrance and his super growth.”
“Like Terrance,” Jeff agreed. “It appears that the agent that causes these changes affects each man in the same manner, but occasionally when it meets a new host the combination fires off something new, or something bigger, and then that travels backwards to the man who initiated the changes, assuming that he...that he, um…”
“That he grabs onto the new guy and fucks him senseless until his monster cock explodes with a full, rich, tasty load of warm, delicious cream that the other guy swallows like his life depended it on it,” Jason concluded. “I’m just paraphrasing.” He looked at the image of Michael again. “Sure wish one of these guys was still around. I have a few questions I’d like answered.”
“That makes two of us.”
Jason looked up, brushing the stray strands of gold from his blue eyes. “What got you so interested in them, Mr. Grimaldi? I mean, apart from the fact that they’re sexy as fuck?”
“Everyone was interested in them,” he said.
“You’re deflecting, Mr. Grimaldi. I think we know each other well enough by now to know that we don’t have any secrets. I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. About us. And I understand if you don’t feel like….”
“I’m sorry, you’re right, Jason. Things...things moved along so fast. And I can’t help still considering you a student I need to protect.”
He leaned forward as his muscles inflated. “I can take care of myself, Jeff.”
“It’s Jeff now, is it?”
“I have a strict policy. After a guy fucks me a dozen times, I get to use his first name.”
Jeff’s face colored again. “A dozen times?”
“Fifteen if we’re keeping score.” He lifted his leg and reached under his balls again, rubbing his tight chute. “Care to make it sixteen?”
Sixteen times in less than a day. Jeff’s head was spinning as he considered what it took for his body to withstand that kind of endless pleasure. “I think I need a breather, Jason, if that’s okay.”
The familiar throb of being tugged suddenly enflamed him as Jason said, “I can help you, if you….”
“Sometimes the excitement of waiting can increase the pleasure of doing,” Jeff observed.
“Not from my experience,” Jason said, tilting his head, “but I get your drift.” He continued to rub his hole nonetheless, closing his eyes and stretching his neck in evident bliss. His eyes still closed, he said, roughly, “Tell me about Chuck.”
“Chuck?”
Jason opened his eyes and reached behind him. He held up a notebook, waving it in the air. “This thing is filled to the covers with notes about and conversations with some dude named Chuck. As far as I can tell, he’s the only truman with an entire notebook dedicated to him. Doesn’t take much to figure out he was...special, so I was wondering…?”
Jeff grinned. “Yeah, that one.” He rummaged in the box and pulled out a picture, handing it to Jason. “This is Chuck.”
Jason took the image and sighed. “Fuck,” he said softly, pulling in a long breath as he moved his fingers inside his ass. “Fuck,” he repeated, biting his bottom lip and experiencing something close to orgasm. “Fuck,” he said again.
“Chuck was the number two truman. Second man changed. He was arrogant and cocky and egotistic. He was also the most attractive, sexiest, most charismatic man I have ever met.”
“Fuck,” Jason said again. “And he looked like this?”
“Better,” Jeff answered. “I don't think they've invented a camera that could adequately capture whatever it was that Chuck had. It was in his face and his eyes, and especially his smile. When he spoke, you felt like he was stroking your dick. When he looked at you, you wanted to stay in his gaze forever. And he never tugged on me or did anything to influence my reaction.”
“He didn’t cheat, is what you mean.”
“I don’t consider what you do cheating, Jason. I consider it a lifeline so I don’t drown.”
“I guess that’s fair,” he admitted. “I can be kinda overwhelming.”
“Just a smidge,” Jason agreed.
“Did you and Chuck ever….?”
Jeff blushed again. It made Jason groan with desire. “Yes,” he admitted. “And until I met you, Jason, I would have sworn that he ruined me for every other lover I might ever take to bed.”
It was true, and Jeff realized it was true. “I’m happy I could help you out of that jam, Mr. Grimaldi.”
“What happened to calling me Jeff.”
“I think I’ll call you Mr. Grimaldi unless we’re both naked. That’s when I’ll call you Jeff.” He winked, adding, “I think that’ll avoid any...embarrassing slips when school resumes in the fall.”
“You’re coming back to school?”
He nodded. “Mainly so I can sit in the front row of your class and watch you teach, Mr. Grimaldi. I love the way you give me lessons. I’ve learned a fuckload in just the past day from being with you.”
“And are you going to be wearing this particular outfit?”
Jason looked down at his naked body and chuckled slightly. “Why the fuck not? Don’t you think I look good, Mr. Grimaldi?”
Jeff sighed as his gaze scanned the perfect body before him. “I’d say that’s an understatement.”
“Thank you, Mr. Grimaldi,” Jason growled. “Now, about this Chuck dude and how no one could ever be as good as him in bed. What do you say you and me go test that theory?” The teenaged god slowly stood up, offering his hand to the teacher and grinning like the cat who was about to eat the canary.
“And what about…,” Jeff asked, tapping his temple with his index finger.
“No tugging this time, Mr. Grimaldi. Just you and me. It’s time to become my teacher again, Mr. Grimaldi. I want to wipe the memory of Chuck out of your head and replace it with someone better.”
Jeff took Jason’s hand and stood next to the much larger man, feeling an intense sexual heat pouring off his muscular naked form. “Someone like you?”
“Someone exactly like me,” he said softly. Then he leaned down and kissed Jeff’s lips with an aching tenderness. “How was that, Mr. Grimaldi?”
“I thought you were going to call me Jeff.”
“Only when we’re both naked, Mr. Grimaldi.”
“And until then, Mr. Hickox?”
“You’re my teacher,” he said, kissing his mouth again. “I’m your student.”
“Very well, Mr. Hickox,” Jeff said, kissing Jason back. “Time for your first lesson.” He placed his hand behind Jason’s neck and drew their mouths together, kissing Jason deeply and passionately. “Welcome to the school of love, Mr. Hickox. Class is about to begin.”
Without tugging, and without Jason’s help, the two men fell together in Jeff’s king-sized bed. This time, Jeff was in charge, and though Jason initially had his doubts that the older man had anything to teach him, what he learned involved patience, and tenderness, and a willingness to let time pass without the nearly endless fucking and sucking that Jason was so adept at.
Instead of fucking, the two men made love, and Jeff taught Jason the difference between the two. He embraced the younger man, and stroked his hair and face, and kissed his mouth and his neck and his chest. He told Jason to lay his head on Jeff’s chest and listen to him breathe. He taught Jason to slow down. To experience every caress, every stroke, every kiss as it happened.
They spent another hour together, exploring each other, talking to each other, asking and explaining, giving more than taking, learning what the other man liked by the reaction of his body, the catch of breath, the laughter, the shudder, the long moan of pleasure.
At the end, hand in hand, looking into each other’s eyes, Jason was trembling with sheer bliss. He had never been with anyone in that way - not even with Terrance.
And he couldn’t wait to try.
“Thank you,” he said softly, brushing Jeff’s hair from his eyes. “I’ve never….” His voice caught in his throat and he was momentarily overcome with emotion.
“I know,” Jeff answered. “I know.”
Inside, Jeff was trembling as well. Given what Jason was capable of before, when everything was physical and driven towards the point of getting off, how much more potent a lover would he become now that he realized the power not just of physical, but of deep emotional connections?