Transform: Muscle City 18

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The doorbell rang, followed by some knocking, and then some more knocking, and the doorbell again. Mr. Grimaldi scrubbed a hand through his hair and reached down to rub his daily morning hard-on. It had been a warm, humid night and he normally slept unclothed, so he’d thrown back the covers at some point and was laying on his disheveled bed naked and sweaty.

The doorbell again, and this time accompanied by a low, deep, powerful - and familiar - voice, calling out, “Mr. Grimaldi?”

Jason.

He sighed both from the image and memory of the young man, his body, his sexual appetites and talents, his beautiful face and that cock, or, rather, those cocks, with their non-stop flood of sticky cream that he seemed constantly ready to unleash in thick torrents.

He rose from his bed and glanced at the clock - 5:37am - and groaned. Then he called back, “One second, Jason!” and went into the bathroom to drain the snake. Whether it was the lingering memory of Jason’s face and body still stuck in his head or some other excitement (Jason standing in that shower, naked, pumping gallons of cream from his fat and suckable balls) his dick refused to go limp and he had to eventually sit down just to aim the stream. His cock was still throbbing with hard, deep, very pleasant beats while he was pulling on a terrycloth bathrobe, it remained upright and pulsing as he walked down the hall (Jason’s scent still here, a deep funky musk that made his nostrils flare) towards his front door.

Approaching it, the murmur of voices outside slightly alarmed him, because they all sounded similar to Jason’s deep baritone. “Jesus, Jason, it’s five-thirty in the morn….”

The words stuck in his throat as he opened the door and looked at the three men standing on his front porch. “Hey, Mr. Grimaldi,” the blond god said jovially. “I think you know Terrance, and this is Malcolm. He goes to McKinley High across town.”

“Good morning, Mr. Grimaldi,” Terrance said, formally. The young man standing in Jeff’s front yard had only a passing resemblance to the Terrance Broderick that Mr. Grimaldi remembered, as if that small, somewhat timid young man had an older, intensely handsome, absurdly tall, extremely hirsute heavyweight bodybuilder brother with a distaste for clothing.

“Hey,” Malcolm said, smiling brightly and leaning forward to offer his hand. It engulfed Jeff’s as they shook, and the teacher felt a familiar but slightly different connection of pure sexual bliss as their hands met. The dark-skinned behemoth snickered slightly. He glanced down as Jeff’s throbbing cock jumped, making his bathrobe visibly shift. “Whoa,” he said. “I’m happy to meet you, too!”

Jason was again outfitted in the bright blue Speedo that struggled against its ample cargo. His dick (Jason’s dick in my hands, in my ass, in my mouth, pumping love juice like a fountain down my throat, delicious, sticky sweet)
was an obvious thick length of meat with a flaring helmet, and the bathing suit was barely hanging on.

Was he bigger? He looked bigger.

Terrance wasn’t dressed in much more than his friend, wearing what appeared to be a simple pair of white cotton underwear. The young man was...huge. Everywhere. Jason had not been telling lies when he described the boy as the biggest one of them, yet. He owned so much muscle packed so tightly on his tall, wide frame that it looked almost as if he had developed new ones unknown to man, but a closer inspection showed merely that even the smallest of his muscle groups, the ones that didn’t get the attention in the gym like the arms and chest and legs, were swollen huge with power.

Terrance had a shaggy head of dark, wavy hair that he kept pushing back behind his ears or flipping from his eyes - apparently still unaccustomed to his lion’s mane - and about the biggest set of perfectly shaped nipples that Jeff had ever seen poking up through a thick carpet of man fur.

Next to him was probably the most absurdly outfitted of the trio, because all Malcolm had elected to clothe his chocolate-skinned body with was a straining pale cream-colored jockstrap that looked as if he had found it rather than purchased it. Some of the ribbed material was torn and the wide elastic waistband was similarly frayed. It left almost nothing to the imagination, and succeeded in only just covering up what was obviously a sincerely impressive tool of mass destruction. How he even managed to maneuver his meat inside the pouch was a mystery.

While Terrance stood behind them, a full head taller than his companions and almost as wide as both of them put together, the other two stood on Mr. Grimaldi’s front porch grinning like naughty dogs.

“Malcolm,” Jason said accusingly, arching an eyebrow and glancing down at Jeff’s still hard-as-a-rock dick, “something tells me you’re playing with our teacher.”

Malcolm’s bright, happy grin increased in wattage. “Only a little.”

“Sorry, Mr. Grimaldi,” Jason explained. “Malcolm, why don’t you allow Jeff a bit of a rest. I think you’ve had enough fun.”

“Well, sure, but the question is whether Mr. Grimaldi’s had enough fun.” Malcolm looked at the teacher, shoved a hard tug at him and asked, “Had enough fun, sir?”

Jeff bit his lips and closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could not to explode with cream as the dark-skinned teen wrapped his brain in bliss. “I...think….so.”

Malcolm shrugged and the tugging stopped. “Your wish is my command,” he said. Then he looked down at Jeff’s admittedly impressive tent and slowly licked his full, pillowy lips, adding, “and I mean that.”

Jeff cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brow. “You’ve been tugging me the whole time?”

“Only a little,” Malcolm admitted.

“And you can do it from outside my house all the way to my bedroom, without even seeing me?”

He shrugged. “Been practicing,” he answered. “It’s easy once you get the hang of it.”

“Malcolm loves tugging,” Terrance said. His voice was an absurdly deep rumble. An animal's growl that felt like it impacted against Jeff’s chest and sunk inside him.

“Yeah, I fucking do,” Malcolm confirmed.

“So, um, I apologize for this early morning call, Mr. Grimaldi,” Jason explained, “but we find it easiest to walk around when we can cause the least amount of...public distraction.”

"Stopping traffic is my new hobby," Malcolm reported a bit proudly.

That was easy for Jeff to imagine. The three young men were all nearly or over seven feet tall, wore next to nothing and were packing enough muscle on their strong bones to wrestle a freight train into submission. Pair that with their handsome faces and put them all together in one place and it wasn’t hard to see Jason’s point.

“It might help if you wore something a bit less revealing.” Jason glanced sideways at his jockstrapped companion.

“Hey, I’m already covering up the good stuff, and I like how the wind feels on my butt hole.”

Jason and Terrance both laughed, and Jeff swallowed hard as his imagination kicked in again (licking Jason’s puckered butt hole, tight and hot and sweet, pushing my tongue inside him, lapping up his funky masculine tang). “Anyway, may we come in, please? I wanted Terrance and Mal to hear more about trumans and maybe take a look at some of your stuff?”

“Yeah, Mr. Grimaldi,” Malcolm said gruffly, “we hear that you gave Jason a good long look at your stuff.” His wide, dark eyes were looking pointedly at Jeff’s crotch. “I wouldn’t mind a lingering gander at your stuff myself.” Then he lifted his hand and made a circle in the air. “And I mean aaaallll your stuff, yo.” Then he winked.

“Don’t encourage him,” Jason advised.

“I didn’t think I was,” Jeff defended.

“I don’t think you can help it,” Terrance observed.

Malcolm, Jeff could already tell, was going to be a problem. He’d been thinking about and considering Jason since they spent the day (and night) together two days before. He could hardly help thinking about the beautiful, sexy young man, because his literal scent was all over his house, still, as if he’d pointed his huge cocks at the walls and shifted his hips around, painting his sex everywhere in letters 8-feet high that spelled out ‘JASON WAS HERE’. His butt and his jaw was still sore, though the former continued to tingle in an agreeable way and the latter had no regrets.

He knew something of what Billy Titus had gone through - before and after he’d joined his students in the land of unstoppable muscle and sex - and he wasn’t looking forward to another year of it. He realized that was probably what Jason and his friends were hoping for, another Mr. Titus to shepherd them along and provide guidance and protection. They were super-powered musclebound teenagers who could probably do anything they wanted to, but still scared and somehow intimidated by high school and all its terrible challenges.

All anybody ever wanted to do is fit in. And these guys were about as capable of fitting in as three bulls in a china shop.

Three huge, muscular, mostly-naked, constantly aroused, double-dicked bulls.

“Yes, please, come in. I’m afraid the place is still a bit of a mess.”

Jason looked at his companions and shrugged. “My fault.” He hiked his thumb at Jeff, explaining, “This dude is a monster and it was all I could do just to keep up with him!”

“Really?” both of the other boys said at the same time, looking at Jeff in a new light. Terrance’s face looked a little surprised but definitely happy, and Malcolm looked ready to fuck a hole through a granite wall.

“He’s exaggerating,” Jeff answered, sheepishly. Jason turned again and shook his head silently.

Jeff stood aside and opened his door fully, eventually backing into his living room just to allow enough space for each of his guests to enter. While Jason and Malcolm had to twist sideways a bit to get through the doorway, Terrance’s incredible size and thick bulges had to literally squeeze through as he ducked his head and maneuvered his heavy, incredibly muscular bulk through the door frame.

“Whoa,” Terrance said, after gaining entrance. He reached over and tweaked his boyfriend’s nipple hard, and said. “someone’s been having two tons of fun in here. I can smell you all over the place. What’d you do, spray the walls with cum?”

Jeff had to laugh as the statement echoed his own thoughts, but Jason defended himself. “Look, it was all I could do to keep up with this dude. Can I help it if a little leaked out?’’

“A little?” Malcolm declared. “Dude, it smells like I just took a high dive into your ball sack. You are all over this place like a fresh coat of paint!” He took a long whiff, closing his eyes as his nostrils flared. “Damn.” Then he tweaked Jason’s other nipple.

It made the blond teenager’s prick swell and throb inside his blue Speedo, and a sudden hard jolt of sex seemed to erupt in the room. “Sorry, Mr. Grimaldi,” Jason reported, “didn’t mean to do that.”

“He gets excited,” Terrance explained. “It’s one of the many reasons to love him.” Then he kissed Jason’s mouth and rubbed his boyfriend’s nipple with the pad of his thumb. Another thick jolt of sex escaped him and shoved itself at Jeff, whose prick happily jumped under his bathrobe.

“I’m, uh, going to put something on.”

“Really?” Malcolm asked, “I was just about to take something off!” His thumbs were shoved into the pouch of his jock, and he was already pushing the waistband down by a few inches, revealing the tight, black curls of his pubic bush and the thick, heavy root of his manhood. The skin of his prick looked almost jet black against his chocolate skin.

“Uh, yeah,” Jeff said, leaving quickly.

Back in his bedroom, Jeff Grimaldi’s head was spinning and he was wondering exactly what he was getting himself into. These were still students! Sure, they looked like dudes in their twenties, with all that heavy scruff on their faces and the thick carpet of fur on Terrance’s mind-bending chest and those deep voices that could probably shatter entire rooms of glass.

And so what if they were constantly coming on to him? Wasn’t it his job as an adult and a teacher to curb those inclinations and refuse their desires?

But his cock was bulging and throbbing - was Malcolm ‘practicing’ again? - and it was crystal clear that any one of them, or all of them, would be more than happy to jump in the sack right now and deliver him into another long day of endless, overwhelming, devastatingly perfect sexual congress. Malcolm was probably already naked, and how long would it be before the other two joined him and a wild muscle orgy broke out in his living room?

On the other hand, his brain told him, these were trumans. Trumans, as far as he knew, had no age. They all looked like that. Regardless of where they started and who they had been before the transformation, once they became truman the old rules often melted away.

Between themselves, there were no rules about whom to have sex with, and whether it was right or wrong. Trumans were in a constant state of arousal. Their bodies were matured with suddenness and finality to adulthood, whether they were sixteen or sixty, and when you got a room of them together, the result was nearly inevitable.

How had Billy Titus managed this? He did not know the man well, but by all accounts his own transformation had been by accident and he had managed to keep himself separate from the boys while allowing them to behave according to their new demands.

A truman literally could not help feeling the way he felt. His body was pumped full of testosterone and androgen and he was in a constant, overwhelming state of arousal. His powers were growing by degrees, his body demanded pleasure and release, and the only reason they were not constantly fucking each other was - actually, he had no idea why they weren’t constantly fucking each other.

Maybe they were out there fucking each other right now.

But he couldn’t stop thinking of those three young men as students. That’s what they were. Young men looking for answers and guidance.

Another sudden hard throb of sex shoved itself inside his brain. He nearly came, the pulse was so strong. Then he heard Malcolm’s voice calling, “Mr. Grimaaaaldi? What are you doing in there all by yourself?” Another tug hit him, harder still. Someone was tapping at his bedroom door. “Do you need any help getting undressed - I mean, getting dressed?”

Yes, Malcolm was definitely going to be a problem.

“I’ll be out in a minute, Malcolm, thank you for your offer but I think I’m okay.”

A fat, thick, hard, thrusting push of sex struck him dead center and he gasped. “Are you sure, Mr. Grimaldi?”

He started to breathe to try calming himself. His cock had literally pushed its way from inside his robe and was looking up at him, weeping honey and begging for his hand. “Malcolm, I appreciate your...exuberance but I was wondering if, for the moment, you might try to temper your talents?”

“I’m not doing anything,” he protested innocently. Then another fat swell of sex came over Jeff like a tidal wave. He felt something tighten and surge and the familiar, welcome sizzle of a delivery of hot cream was being squeezed from his balls and shoving itself up his hard inches.

He came hard, shooting a high arc of pearlescent cream from his rock-hard erection, as if someone was in the room with him sucking it out of him. He had not touched himself at all, had not even been thinking about sex, but the determined young man outside had reached through his walls and brought him to orgasmic ecstasy as easily as thinking it.

He moaned and shuddered as he delivered a half-dozen blissful eruptions that sank into his bedroom carpet. Then his pulsing cock drooled its last delivery as he stood there shaking from the strength of his orgasm.

“Oops,” Malcolm said. “Sorry. Sorry, Mr. Grimaldi. I was just...sorry about that.” His voice was moving back down the hallway an Jeff started to wipe the creamy residue from his aching prick.

 

Jeff opened his bedroom door after pulling on some sweat pants and a t-shirt (he felt, given what had already happened, that loose clothing was apt to be useful if he was going to be the on-going target of these three sex gods) and walked back towards his living room where three tremendous and tremendously powerful young men were waiting.

Terrance and Jason were together on his couch. Terrance was sprawled sideways, his huge frame easily overwhelming the furniture. Jason was laying atop him, somewhat smaller than his friend but every bit as muscular and beautiful. The two young men were making out with unabashed passion. Jeff watched the thick muscles that bulged all over Jason’s back swell and flex as he twisted his neck and kissed Terrance in a long, continuous display of love. Terrance’s thick and massive arms wrapped around his lover and he was gripping Jason’s muscular ass, kneading and caressing each bulbous mound as Jason moaned with deep satisfaction.

Terrance's hard prick was arching up between Jason's legs. His shaft was rubbing between the crack of Jason's ass and the head was drooling a stream of precum that glistened on his boyfriend's muscles. Jason's body was magically soaking it up as it spread into the space between his bulging brawn like rivers of pure sex. He imagined that Jason's strong prick was performing a similar feat between their bodies as they writhed in obvious pleasure.

He had seen two men in love before, of course, but this display went somewhat beyond anything he had ever witnessed, either in real life or pornography or even his imagination. No two men had ever looked so powerful and so beautiful. He could literally feel the heat of their passion from across the room, and the deep rumbles of bliss that the men released as they kissed and groped and caressed each other made his balls throb and his nipples tingle.

Sex. It was everywhere. It was radiating out from them, a palpable presence in the room.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Grimaldi. I understand that I had no right to do that and that I should always ask permission.” Jeff heard his name and pulled his eyes from the passionate display on his couch to the other end of the room.

Jeff blinked. Malcolm was seated in his chair. One leg was thrown over the arm, opening up his crotch and his vast wealth of cock meat. He was lounging in the cushions and leisurely stroking a massive hard-on, rising before him like a flower’s stalk, topped with a fat helmet that was drooling a stream of honey from its mouth. A slick, wet sound accompanied his easy manipulations of his more-than-foot long cock, and a pair of balls as large as peaches dangled off the end of his seat, visibly pulsing like pumps.

He swallowed hard and said, “Thank you, Malcolm. I appreciate that.”

Malcolm continued to pleasure himself as his winning, warm, sexy smile was back on his handsome dark features. “I am so fucking sorry, Mr. Grimaldi. Really, that was just fucking….”

Every time the dark skinned man said ‘fucking’ it seemed like an arrow of sex aimed directly at his libido. “It’s okay, Malcolm, I understand.”

“I’m really...I’m fucking sorry, Mr. Grimaldi.” He pulled his hand from his massive pole and licked warm honey from his fingers.

Their conversation drew the attention of the other two New Muscle Club members from their passionate reverie and Jason and Terrance separated and stood up. Malcolm followed suit, his erection slowly receding along with the sensation of powerful sex that had been saturating the room while the three men were in various stages of bliss. Then they simply stood before him in their magnificence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jeff was attempting to studiously avoid looking at their massive and beautiful cocks, but anywhere he looked between the three naked men in his living room only made his heart beat faster.

Jason, by himself, had been hard enough to withstand. Now, all three New Muscle Club members stood before him, displaying all their consummate and perfect beauty, every inch bulging with muscle as the room filled up with their spicy, musky, funky masculine scents.

Jason was the blond god, an all-American muscular giant with bright blue eyes and a perfect smile that always wanted to light his face. His skin was a luscious pink, absolutely flawless and without blemish or freckle, and as smooth as silk. The only hair on his body other than the shaggy unkempt nest of gold on his head was the thick bush that literally crowned his heavy shank of cock that was slowly sinking to its relaxed state, still wet with pre.

His lover Terrance, who Jeff remembered as a small, somewhat meek and very smart boy was now a towering bear of a figure. His body - and everything about him - was massive. Boulders pushed forward from his chest. His arms were hung with football-sized biceps and ham-sized forearms. His shoulders stretched wide and tall, bulging with heavy lobes of power. His neck was as wide as his head. His face was brutally gorgeous, an almost perfect summation of what a man should look like with his angular features and heavy brow. His legs were literally too large for pants, each thigh at least as big as Jeff’s waist, and at the core of this man-beast hung a cock of such incredible proportions that it seemed, at first glance, impractical if not impossible.

His entire body was painted with thick forests of dark curls, running across the mass of his pecs and diving deeply into the crevasse between them. It coated his rippled stomach like a carpet on a cobblestone road, and dusted his arms and legs like a permanent shadow.

Then there was Malcolm, a young man who was unfamiliar to Jeff. He had no idea what he had looked like before his change, but now he was nothing short of sex on two legs. He was randy and playful and wanted or needed to display his active state of arousal at all times. Even now, simply standing there, he looked like he was fucking someone. The smile on his full, sensual lips was positively obscene. His muscles were thick and hard, but coated in a smooth, shimmering skin of chocolate silk. He was practically glowing. Fat nipples hung on the lower edge of two round, perfect pectoral mountains that were almost breasts, they were so large and smooth, but when he moved the bands of muscle suddenly appeared. He had a natural and overt seductiveness about him and he wasn’t afraid to use it.

Jason said, “We really are sorry about this, Mr. Grimaldi. Coming over so early and then Malcolm, you know, doing….”

Jeff shook his head. “No, it’s all right. You’re all going through some things you don’t understand and have trouble controlling.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Malcolm agreed. He licked his lips and his eyes were running up and down Jeff’s body with obvious lust.

“That’s why I want to help you out and…” Before he could finish, all three moved forward to embrace him in their concrete arms. The warmth of their naked flesh warmed him, and the smell of sex stung his nostrils.

“Thanks, Mr. Grimaldi!” Jason said, kissing his cheek. “I knew you wouldn’t let us down!”

“Thank you, Mr. Grimaldi,” Terrance agreed. For all his beauty and strength, he did look honestly relieved.

“Yeah, thanks, dude,” Malcolm added. “I know I got some...I want to be better,” he said. His voice caught and suddenly Jason understood that he was dealing with powers that were overwhelming him. Maybe there was more going on here than he realized - even more than the realization that three new trumans were wandering around gifted with powers and abilities and a depth of sexual demands they didn’t quite understand, nor control, themselves.

“We’ll figure it out,” he answered. “Together.” The three embraced him in a bear hug involving real bears again, and he could feel their cocks plumping with happiness. It was like being surrounded by pure unfiltered masculine sex. “Guys,” he said, muffled beneath their muscles, “guys, you’re smothering me!”

They separated and looked down at him with great, beautiful smiles on their faces. There was clear relief in their eyes and it was evident to him now that what these young men wanted more than anything were answers to their questions and help with what they were facing.

It hadn’t occurred to Jeff that becoming such huge, muscular, all-powerful, super-sexed men would be difficult to accept. In his eyes, these boys were perfect, and had everything any man might want. But dealing with your body demanding constant sexual satisfaction, something every teenager faced to some degree but which these three were experiencing a hundred-fold, in addition to suddenly being gifted with super strength and hyper sexuality was probably daunting,

These were still teenaged males only beginning to understand sexuality and desire. Now they had been thrust into bodies that hungered for sex and passion with a constant need that outstripped every other consideration. It would be so easy to give in to it, and so terribly hard to resist.

It seemed that of the three of them, Jason was the most comfortable in his skin. He certainly didn’t seem to have any difficulties when it came to intimacy and sex. Then again, Jason was an “old school” Muscle Club man. Perhaps Mr. Titus did more for these young men than anyone realized, and Jason didn’t have the tools or confidence to take on that role for his two friends.

They needed and wanted someone to help them, and guide them, and instruct them.

If it also so happened that they needed to fuck and be fucked with equal necessity, they had each other for that and maybe Jeff had a role as a sort of sexual guidance counsellor. He had certainly experienced first-hand what they were each capable of individually, if Jason was any indication, but he also knew that they craved affection and love as much as they craved sex and satisfaction.

Jason seemed to have an unlimited capacity for love and sex at the same time. An openness about intimacy with another person that extended beyond the usual extents. Jeff suspected this to be true of all trumans, that their so-called brotherhood was much more than the usual camaraderie between men and there was a deeper and truer love that they shared both physically and emotionally.

Maybe it was intrinsic to becoming truman. Maybe these boys desired loved as much - or more than - sex?

And didn’t that make them more human after all?

“First things first,” he said, as they all hovered close by him now, surrounding him with male perfection. “We need to see if we can...shrink you guys a bit.”

“Shrink us?” Malcolm said, his brow furrowing. Then he reached down and grabbed his fat shank of sex and said, “But I like being big.”

“Well, there’s big and then there’s gigantic.”

“Thanks!” the dark-skinned teen answered brightly.

“What I mean is that if you plan on moving around in public, we need to see if we can make you stand out a bit less. You said yourself that you’re already moving around together when there’s no one else on the street. I don’t think that you want to start from a place of hiding and shame, even if it’s unintentional. You want - we want to start from a place of pride and openness. One way to start achieving that is, from a purely practical point of view, to stand out a bit less.”

The three took a step back from Jeff and Jason held out his strong arms. “But we’re actually already bigger than this,” Jason explained.

“I know that. But the trumans were even bigger than you are, now. A lot bigger.” The boys looked at each other. Malcolm’s cock twitched quite visibly and the other two smiled. They wanted to be bigger! Bigger even than they already were! Jeff gathered that bit of info for later and then said, “I never witnessed one at their full size, but I was told that if I knew how large they actually were I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“Bigger than me?” Terrance asked. He seemed to find that hard to believe - and exciting.

Jeff nodded. “But when they were in public, they were smaller than you appear now. Usually between six and six-and-a-half feet tall. Still a bit bigger than average, but it allowed them to wear clothing and not….”

“Not Hulk out of them all the time,” Jason said. “I guess I understand,” he admitted, but it was clear that he didn’t enjoy the idea. He liked being big. And why wouldn’t he? Size inferred power. Size inferred control. And control was the one thing these boys lacked almost entirely. They were being overwhelmed by their own strength.

“We can adjust our bodies, too, but this is about as small as I can get,” Terrance explained with his deep bear’s rumble. He was over seven feet tall - nearly eight - and his shaggy head was almost brushing the ceiling.

“What if I told you that wasn’t true, and you can be smaller?”

“But...I can’t.” His brutally handsome features showed confusion. He wanted to please his teacher. Jeff remembered that about Terrance. He liked being a good student, and he hated it when he didn’t understand something.

“I think I know where Mr. Grimaldi is going,” Jason said. “Before the other day, I didn’t think I could cum without inflating a guy with muscle. But I can.” He nodded, mostly to himself, as realization began to dawn within him. Realization of his own control. “We can,” he said more definitely. “We just never tried because we never knew we could.” His mouth pursed and his eyes narrowed.

Then, a moment later, he was shorter. His body readjusted itself and his dimensions diminished in perfect harmony with a suddenness like a spyglass shutting. Jason, naked, beautiful, but just a little more ordinary in size, had reduced eleven inches in height. His body had compensated perfectly, readjusting all its perfect dimensions accordingly.

Terrance huffed out a surprised breath. “Whoa. Wait! How did you…?”

His lover shrugged. “Like before. I decided to, and then I did it. I just assumed that I had to be the other size, but I didn’t.” He looked down at himself, moving his hands across his perfect naked contours. “Looks like everything’s in place.” Then he looked up and smiled. “At least now I don’t have to turn sideways just to enter a room!”

“Well, I’ll be fucked,” Malcolm said.

“You will if you can manage what I just did,” Jason said, folding his arms across his gargantuan chest.

“You look so small,” Terrance said, because he was much taller now than his lover. “How did you do it?”

He shrugged. “Imagine yourself shrinking.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“It is. Just do it. If I can do it, you can do it.”

As much as Terrance enjoyed his gargantuan size and its intimidating effect on others, Terrance did want to be smaller. Being as huge as he was became something of a nuisance in a world not designed for eight-foot tall musclebound dudes with foot-long cocks and balls as big as grapefruit. Clothing never fit, and if it did it eventually tore itself apart. Even standing in this ordinary house he was bending his head and felt constricted within its ordinary walls. His mouth twisted into a sideways bow and he closed his eyes.

With the same suddenness, his body compacted itself all at once. It was an odd and brain-bending thing to witness. One second the giant teen sex god was standing there taking up all the room, and the next he stood aside his boyfriend only slightly taller than Jason’s six-feet, two-inches. He was still larger than his lover, and definitely overwhelmed with muscle, but now he looked...almost average.

For an average super heavyweight bodybuilder coated in dark fur and gifted with a 9-inch dick. “Whoa,” he said, opening his eyes. “That was weird.” Jason whooped and kissed his boyfriend passionately, wrapping him up in his muscular arms.

“Now me!” Malcolm said, and he balled up his fists and shut his eyes tightly and grit his teeth.

But nothing happened.

“I think you’re going to burst a blood vessel,” Jason observed, one arm hanging across the shoulders of his boyfriend.

“He’s trying too hard,” Terrance added. “Look, it’s not a contest. Your body wants to do what you tell it to do. So, just relax a bit and….”

For the third time, a New Muscle Club member suddenly compressed himself down from his original height, and now they stood together in Mr. Grimaldi’s living room looking, if not exactly ‘normal,’ than about as normal as three incredibly handsome, perfectly developed, hyper-muscled and absurdly endowed young men could look.

“Better,” Jeff said. He pushed his finger against Terrance’s chest and it would not yield even the slightest. His muscle had become super-condensed, literally as hard as a rock. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” he answered. He could still move with effortless ease, and he was not musclebound in the least which he quickly demonstrated by lifting his right leg into the air, grabbing it and pulling it perpendicular to his body so that he was performing a standing split, with his left foot over his head.

“Neat,” he said, wiggling his foot against the ceiling. Malcolm took advantage of the opportunity. He stuck his index and middle fingers inside his lips and coated them with spit as he moved adjacent to the colossal bear. Then he applied them to Terrance’s warm cherry, rubbing his pucker as he squirmed with pleasure before Malcolm pushed his slick digits inside the beautiful man’s warm, tight hole, reminding Jeff again that these young men were in a constant state of arousal and would take any opportunity given them to work towards the goal of absolute sexual fulfillment.

“Jesus,” he said, looking at the evident ease with which Terrance had just lifted his leg vertically. Malcolm was caressing Terrance’s chest with languid strokes while he pushed his fingers in and out, finger-fucking his friend with no visible embarrassment at all.

“Oh,” Jason said, “we’re a bit more flexible, too.”

“A bit?”

“I thought you two had sex all afternoon the other day,” Terrance said to Jason as Malcolm continued to finger fuck him playfully. His leg remained in the air with apparent effortless ease, exposing his warm hole to extended probing.

“I didn’t want to, y’know, shock him.” Jason, sitting on the sofa again, looked at Jeff and said, “Maybe you’ll remember this move?” He grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs wide, leaning back and opening his own familiar rosy pucker to Jeff’s widening eyes. Jeff fervently remembered diving into Jason’s ass and eating him out with gusto as the huge, muscular titan groaned with bliss. Now the blond sex god was stretching his long, powerful legs apart with apparent effortlessness and looking at Jeff with a smile on his lips.

“Shock me? After you managed to keep me on the edge for six hours and then I exploded with so much cum that it felt like my soul was leaving through my cock?”

“Oh my,” Malcolm said, focusing his dark gaze on the older man. “Someone has a way with words.”

“English teacher,” Jason observed. He wound his hand over his cock and balls and was rubbing his entry invitingly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Jeff apologized. He could not look away from Jason’s invitation.

“Mr. Grimaldi,” Jason said. “Before we’re through, I have a feeling that you’re going to be more familiar with our dicks than you are with your own.” Jeff opened his mouth, but Jason interrupted him. “No, don’t object. This is what we want. What we all want. What we always want. And now that we know what we can do, all of us want to thank you in the most expressive way we can.”

“But….”

“Excellent suggestion,” Malcolm said. He left Terrance in his odd but welcoming position and approached the teacher, re-slicked up his fingers, dug into Jeff’s sweatpants and slid his talented digits against Mr. Grimaldi’s warm hole. “He’s tight,” Malcolm observed.

“Only at first,” Jason agreed. “But Jeff warms up quickly.” He pushed his own fingers into his ass. His chute was warm and slick with juice, needing someone dick to fill him up.

“Malcolm,” Jeff said, though he found himself arching his buttocks toward the young man’s touch.

“I know, Mr. Grimaldi,” the dark-skinned teen answered. “You want me to stop.” He pushed in farther, accompanying his probing with a subtle glow of the touch without realizing it. This was different than tugging, this involved his desire to provide pleasure in his touch, and it was manifesting in a manner consistent with a truman’s many powers. “Should I stop, Mr. Grimaldi?” He rubbed and probed and a throbbing bliss accompanied his actions.

“I...I can’t….”

“You totally can Mr. Grimaldi,” Malcolm said. Then he kissed Jeff on the mouth. A tingling ecstasy radiated from his mouth. “Thank you for what you’re doing for us,” he said softly. “I just want to show my appreciation, if that’s all right.”

“I….”

“Malcolm, I think Jeff wants to say something.”

“Does he?” He looked into Jeff’s eyes, pushing his mammoth chest against him. “Do you?” Then he kissed him again, pushing his tongue inside Jeff’s gasping mouth as he pushed deeper inside him with three fingers. “I think he’s saying all he needs to say with his body, Jason.” He reached down with his other hand and dug inside the front of Jeff’s sweats, wrapping his warm grip around Jeff’s throbbing dick and sending pulses of divine bliss into him. “Yeah, his body is speaking louder than words.” He kissed him again. “Thank you,” he said. He kissed him again. “Thank you.” He kissed him again. “Thank you.”

Jason rose from the couch, approached the two men and sank to his knees, pulling Jeff’s pants off his hips. Terrance finally lowered his leg and came over to the older man as well, and began to pull his shirt off his torso. “We just want to say thank you, Mr. Grimaldi,” Terrance explained gruffly from behind the teacher, wrapping him in his hard arms and digging his thick fingers through Jeff’s chest hair. He grabbed Jeff’s nipples roughly before applying his mouth to Jeff’s neck, kissing and licking it with obvious relish. “And to show you in how much - how deeply and truly - we mean it.”

Jason took Jeff’s cock into his mouth and began to pleasure him in the myriad ways that he knew his teacher best enjoyed. Jeff could feel the young man’s talented tongue wrapping itself around him, and the satisfying sucking of his throat as Malcolm kissed him and Terrance worshiped him.

The three young gods took charge, stripping Jeff naked and pushing him to the carpet. Then they were servicing his every desire, sucking his cock, kissing his mouth, licking his hole, stroking and caressing and licking and sucking him, taking turns with the parts of his body most susceptible to pleasure. They were sending out their vibrations of pure sex in subtle and myriad ways, bathing the older man with their seemingly unlimited sexual power.

Jason held him in suspended animation, again, using whatever magical mental power he possessed to allow Jeff to experience every second of perfect ecstasy as fully as possible, without exploding with cream and bringing his mortal enjoyment to an end.

Jeff surrendered. He gave in to these men and their overwhelming talents and insatiable appetites. He allowed himself to become to focal point for their unstoppable desires and sexual artistry. For these young men, now gifted with extraordinary physical properties and capabilities, and the unfettered enthusiasm and vigor of youth, he gave in to his own yearnings and the overwhelming bliss that the three who surrounded him could deliver in every touch, every kiss, like electrifying shocks of pure, perfect rapture.

He gasped. He swooned. He was surrounded by strength and power and sexuality too strong to deny.

He was in heaven.

 

The four men made love, with Jeff as their sole target, for two hours as the morning brightened and sunlight began to spill through the eastern windows. Between Jason’s ability to suspend his body’s orgasmic requirements and Malcolm’s steady, powerful tugging, Jeff remained in a perfect nirvana of sexual bliss while each young man showcased their special talents for him, applying hands and tongues and pricks to their best advantage, while enjoying the fruits of Jeff’s years of experience to provide them the same sort of lessons in the art of love that he had given to Jason.

By the end, the three young men had become nothing short of perfect lovers, reading the signs, allowing their desires to carry them, communicating exactly what they wanted - and wanted to do - through their words and their bodies.

For Jeff, it was perfection, and he had no doubt that whomever these three set their sexual sites on would have no defense against their spectacular talents.

Muscle Club? Maybe. Fuck Club? Absolutely.

Finally, Jason released his bonds on Jeff’s body and the man exploded with a heavy load of cream, blasting it from his everlasting hard-on in a high, thick arc that rained down on them all like a consecration. He gasped and swooned and fired off his load in fat, resounding fountains that the other three lapped up like hungry dogs.

 

 

“A truman is...a perfect sexual being, driven by sex, and gifted with abilities to greatly enhance and intensify all aspects of sex,” Jeff explained. He was sitting in a chair as the three naked young men, bulging with strength and swollen with sex, sat or lay on the floor surrounded by Jeff’s boxes, pictures, interviews and research. They were reading or thumbing through photos or listening to him describe his observations.

“I don’t know how or why, but you’ve been changed at an essential genetic and cellular level. These changes alter your physical and mental abilities, pumping up certain aspects and limiting others. Some of those changes are obvious to see. Your muscles, your additional penis, the...flawless nature of your development and physical attributes are all part and parcel of who you are now.”

“You said...mental abilities,” Terrance observed.

Jeff looked at the absurdly beautiful young man and nodded. So much muscle. So much power. All under the command of someone so young. “The tugging you can do, obviously. That’s something cognitive. You can reach out and target someone with your mind and...tickle their libido. That’s interesting in itself, do you see?”

“Meaning that it’s also localized to sexuality?”

“Exactly.” Jeff’s brow furrowed. “What happens to you when you tug someone else?”

“Oh!” Malcolm exclaimed excitedly. “It’s so fucking cool! So, like, whatever you’re feeling when I start tugging you, I feel it too. That’s how I can turn up the volume. I know when what I’m doing is, you know, turning you on. It turns me on, too.”

“But, you’re always turned on.”

He shrugged. “Basically, but I’m...rewarded? If that’s the right word? I’m rewarded for making you feel good. Because then I feel good, too.”

“But you can target me. You can zero in on just me.”

Jason nodded. “Or not. It’s easier to target one guy, particularly when you’ve done it before.”

“Why?”

“It’s like...like I added you to a list. Like I can...feel you every time I reach out for you. Inside,” he said, tapping his head, “you’re Jeff. You’re Mr. Grimaldi.”

“Yeah, it’s like...like I have this spreadsheet.”

“Database,” Terrance corrected. “A spreadsheet is a flat file. Columns and rows. A database goes deeper. Identifies key points that other things branch off of. When I reach out, I’m gathering those data points about what you like. What feels good. What you...fantasize about.” His brow furrowed. “I can’t...see your fantasies or thoughts or whatever.”

“No,” Malcolm agreed. “I can feel them.”

“Feel them?” Jeff asked.

Jason’s face twisted up doubtfully. “Still not absolutely right, but yeah...I can feel them. Feel you. Inside me. It’s how I can help you when we’re together, so you don’t get overwhelmed or come unglued too soon. I mean, I know what I’m doing when I’m with you, especially now that you showed me the love part of making love, the emotional connections and communication, slowing things down a bit and enjoying the whole thing instead of, you know, just the dick parts.” He smiled. “I know I could blow your mind. Like, literally. I could shove so much at you that your brain starts to bend a little from the fun we’re having, so I reach in and massage it, prop it back up. Then I can have as much fun as I want to and you’re right there with me.” The the blond naked teenaged sex god winked. “Having fun.”

“You’re saying that if you didn’t prop me back up, I’d go…”

“Bonkers.” He looked a bit embarrassed by the admission.

“Wow,” Jeff replied, not quite coming to grips with that concept. That any of these young men were equipped with so much sexual power, they could fuck an ordinary man insane with pleasure. “Well, thank you for that.”

“It was my pleasure. Honestly and literally.” He smiled brightly and Jeff nearly swooned from his beauty.

“I...tried flying,” Malcolm admitted.

“You what?” Jason asked, honestly shocked.

The dark-skinned superteen nodded. “Totally tried to fly. I mean, once you said we were trumans - or like trumans - I figured what the hell?”

“And how, pray tell, does one ‘try flying’?” Terrance asked.

Malcolm shrugged. “Just the way one thinks one does it, pray tell,” he replied with a mocking tone. “One goes up on a high ledge and one jumps off,” he reported.

Jason scowled. “How high?”

“Started out on the roof of my house. But that didn’t work. So I figured I needed to be higher. So I kept trying, but it doesn’t….”

“You kept trying?”

“I want to fly,” he reported. “They can fly, and I want to fly.”

“How much higher?” Jeff asked.

Malcolm looked abashed suddenly. “Look, nothing happened, I’m fine. As you can see.” He showed off his perfect body, raising his arms and pumping every muscle to full, mind-spinning glory. “So….”

“How much higher?”

He lowered his arms and grimaced as his collection of mammoth muscle relaxed. “Not sure. You know the cliffs down by the river? The point where everyone goes to make out at night. Overlooks the whole town?”

“You...jumped off a cliff?” He nodded. Jeff asked, “And what happened.”

“I fell, obviously. Fell a long way, too!” His eyes got a distant look to them and his cock jumped slightly. “Kinda cool, actually.” Then he recovered his senses. “But by then I’d been practicing so I didn’t have any trouble planting the landing and no one even saw, so….”

“What does ‘planted the landing’ mean, exactly?” Terrance asked.

“Like in the Olympics? Like in gymnastics? I...planted the landing.” He jumped slightly and held out his arms.

“You landed on your feet?” He nodded with a smile and shrug. “That jump must be...200 feet.”

“300, easy,” Jeff corrected him. “And you just landed on your feet and walked away?”

“Of course!” They were all looking at him like he was crazy. “What?”

“Well, from sheer pressure alone, landing on your feet from a 300-foot jump should break a lot of bones and possibly make your legs explode.”

He looked down at his legs, lifting them both up and running his hands along the thickly muscled limbs. “Seems un-exploded to me.”

Terrance’s brow furrowed. “That’s….”

“Impossible,” Jeff concluded.

Malcolm only shrugged. “Whatever dudes. The point is that I can’t fly.”

“No,” Jeff agreed, “but you can jump off what amounts to a 30-story building and land on your feet without so much as a scratch. Which is...pretty impressive.”

“I guess,” he admitted. “Flying would be cooler.”

“Fuck,” Jason said softly.

“We knew you boys were strong,” Jeff observed, “but this redefines what that means.” He looked at the three naked teenagers in a new light. “You’re basically Superman,” he said.

“Without the flying,” Malcolm pointed out.

“And with more fucking,” Terrance added helpfully.

“Um, yes,” Jeff agreed. He watched the three young man having fairly distinct reactions to the revelation and idea that they were basically superheroes, with bodies that allowed them to perform feats of strength and agility that would have been impossible otherwise, and brains that seemed designed now to plug in to the minds of other men and crank their sexual pleasure centers up to 12.

“With great power…”

“...Comes great responsibility.” Terrance concluded Jason’s thought.

Malcolm snickered. “You said, ‘comes’.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jason answered, smiling.

“You always say that and then it never happens,” Malcolm complained.

“Never?” He slid his hand over the muscled hump of Malcolm’s amazing ass and dug his fingers towards his hungry hole.

“Well...almost never.”

“Dudes,” Terrance said, “concentrate. We need to listen to Mr. Grimaldi and figure out what this means.”

They all looked at Jeff. Three insanely handsome faces mounted atop three insanely powerful bodies stripped absolutely naked in his house. These were teenaged trumans, gifted with enormous strength and impossible powers, and they were looking to the most ordinary man in the room for guidance. “You want me to be Professor X?” he asked.

“Well, that’s Marvel and we’re more DC,” Jason said. “If we’re Superman - supermen, that is.”

“Not sure that distinction is pertinent, but I get your point.” Jason smiled and brushed his blond locked from his deep blue eyes. Jeff continued, “I’m not exactly sure I’m the right person to….”

“You’re the only person, Mr. Grimaldi,” Terrance replied quickly. “Look what you’ve already done for us! We can walk around now like everyone else without causing a riot, we can control ourselves when we need to, we know what we are - who we are - all because of you! You’re...perfect!”

At the moment. Jeff felt far from perfect, particularly when faced with these three amazing specimens of masculine perfection. But they were all looking at him with obvious hope and affection. And he had already promised to help them. “I’ll do what I can, but it would probably be prudent to keep this secret.”

“How come, Mr. Grimaldi?”

He sighed. “I’m not sure how everyone will react to some of the things you boys can do. You and I know that you would never harm anyone. You simply can’t. But think about what this means. You’re all capable of super human feats of strength. You can control another person’s mind, at least partially. These things could be scary to others, and so far we’ve managed to keep things mostly safe for everyone.” He looked at them all, one by one, meeting their young gazes. “Promise me that if you start to experiment again to see what you’re capable of, you’ll come to me first. I don’t want to see any of you harmed, and I don’t want to see any of you in trouble. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Grimaldi,” they all said.

He nodded. “Excellent.” He smiled. “Now then, let’s figure out what else you can do.”

And, he thought to himself, let’s figure out how to keep control of it.

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