Transform: New Blood 16
by AKA
“Can I ask you a question?” Mitch’s voice was soft, but so deep that Robbie could almost feel it rumble against his chest as they traversed the dense woods. Darkness surrounded them, now, but the muscular Native American moved with silent surety. The words seemed startling in the otherwise quiet forest, and they summoned Robbie out of his reverent study of Mitch’s bobbing butt.
“Sure,” he answered, jogging forward to walk next to his new friend. They were so wide, together, that they were bending and breaking off branches right and left, though the thick limbs never left a mark on their bare arms.
Mitch glanced over for a moment and then looked back at the needle-covered floor of the forest, as if embarrassed. “How do you stand it?”
Robbie’s brow furrowed. “Stand what?”
“I guess I mean, how do you withstand it? This feeling?”
“Which particular feeling is that?”
Mitch raised his arm to push a large branch from their path. Robbie watched the action in silhouette, marveling at the size of the other man’s bicep and tricep as they swelled. “It’s like I’m constantly horny. I’m super aware of my dicks, they just keep, like, throbbing and tingling and the more they throb and tingle the more I want to, you know….”
“Fuck me?”
“I’m not gay.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“I seriously want to fuck you. It’s weird.” He slowed to a stop, but didn’t meet Robbie’s gaze. “I can smell you, or something. It’s like you’re this… power. This feeling of, like, heat. And the more I think about you, the more I want to…” The words trailed off.
“Dude, I know what you’re feeling. I’m sorry this happened. But, seriously? If you want to fuck me? I would be all over that.”
Mitch glanced up. “I’m not sure I could do it. I mean, I’ve never fucked a guy before.”
“Believe me, it’s easy. You want to fuck me now or wait until….”
Mitch met Robbie’s eyes. His gaze was feral. “I want to fuck you now.” He shoved himself at Robbie’s body and pushed his lips against Robbie’s mouth. The other man was slightly surprised at the sudden ferocity of Mitch’s attack, but he was ready for him in an instant. Robbie grabbed Mitch in his muscled embrace and felt the man’s firm cocks rubbing against his body. The dude was seriously ready, that was a certainty. He could feel the man swelling larger in his arms, his muscles bulging fatter everywhere. He was growing very quickly and Robbie had to pull back to regroup and catch up with him.
“You sure you want to…?” He didn’t get to finish the question. Mitch was already at his full height again, and at his fully developed muscular size. His two yard-long snakes were drooling lube and his fat balls churned. Robbie smiled and started to swell in unison with the man, quickly ripping through the clothing they had so carefully picked out until they stood at a height with the treetops, their heads towering 18 feet above the soft earth.
“Fuck, Mitch, you are so beautiful.” He kissed the man’s full lips again and felt a sudden heavy charge of sexual bliss travel through the contact. He didn’t know what it was or where it came from, but it felt amazing and powerful and he wanted more.
Mitch was on overdrive. He’d managed to suppress his monstrous libido as they walked but the closeness of the other man was driving him wild. He’d never felt this way before. He was overcome with desire and lust. He could think of nothing else except Robbie’s face and his body and his arms and his kiss and his chest and his fur and his cocks, those beautiful cocks, those fat, thick, perfect cocks. He wanted him. He wanted him all. He was releasing a double-barreled shotgun blast of his Scent and his Touch as he attacked the other man’s powerful body. He needed to cum. He had buckets of cream in his balls. He had to cum, and he had to cum now.
The trees fell as if a detonation had occurred when Mitch threw Robbie to the ground and looked down his muscled form toward the bull’s eye of his desire. Robbie’s butt hole was a beautiful hairy pucker that he wanted to taste. He didn’t know why, he had never even thought of getting his face near another man’s butt before, let alone want to stick his tongue inside its warm sweetness and eat the man raw, but now he wanted that more than anything.
Robbie lay on his back, eyes wide, staring up at the ferocious beast standing over him. Fuck, this was hot! Mitch was breathing hard and deep, the plates of his chest rising and falling, and the look the dude was giving his ass was nothing short of ravenous hunger. Robbie’s delicious stink rose around him in clouds, and his cocks swelled to erection in record time as Mitch dropped to his knees and dove toward his butthole.
Mitch pushed his mouth at Robbie’s rosebud and licked the pucker. It tasted salty and musky, the essence of manhood distilled and refined. He pushed his tongue inside and tasted Robbie’s delicious ass, sucking and licking like a pig at a trough.
Robbie’s eyes rolled into his head as Mitch shoved his hot, wet tongue into his hole. A gush of precum poured out of both of his dicks, bathing his belly in silvery honey. Mitch put his hands under Robbie’s knees and opened him wider, wanting to climb inside the man’s ass, shoving his slick, talented tongue inside him deeper and deeper. It felt like he was being fucked by the other man, and he moaned intently.
Mitch was in fucking heaven. He couldn’t get enough of Robbie’s tasty butthole. He was shoving the man backwards against the forest wall to get in deeper and deeper, his cocks were thumping against his chest, rock hard and hungry for that ass. He leaned back and looked down at the muscled monster at his mercy, his mouth, chin and neck slick with spit and ass juice. He leaned over the man and pushed his mouth on Robbie’s, tongue wrestling with him, making him taste his luscious butt.
Robbie’s head was filled with his own essence. A distillation of his scent and taste flooded his mouth and nostrils and he sucked on Mitch’s fat tongue like it was a dick, wanting to swallow all he could before it was gone. Their broad chests rubbed against each other, Robbie’s furry globes against Mitch’s tectonic plates. Their nipples erupted with sexual erotic charges when they met. Their four cocks tangled together and fondled against each other like snakes.
“Fuck me,” Robbie said softly. His voice was saturated with Transform’s masculine sexual power. “Fuck me hard, Missitch stdoo Nemass Indohoo.”
The sound of his true name echoed inside his head. As if responding to a god’s demands, Mitch rose above Robbie’s prone form, pulled his muscled legs apart with his strong arms and shoved his dicks inside. They were thrust into the tight warmth and a mighty quaking shock of sexual power erupted into Mitch’s body. He came a blast of cream immediately, unable to help it, unknowing that he had total control of every aspect of this new body, wanting only to feed his profound desire to fuck this man as deep and hard and true as he could.
Robbie roared with pleasure. The sudden rushing shock of Mitch’s charge of hot cum into his body was accompanied by the most intense sexual bliss he’d yet experienced. They had become one, and their joined powers erupted into each other through this most intimate and carnal of physical contacts. His giant body shook, he arched his back and stretched his neck and grit his teeth against the sheer unrestrained intensity of their coupling. Robbie’s muscles tensed tightly, bulging stark and absolute under his skin, and his ass clamed down on Mitch’s cocks and sucked on them with fierce need.
Mitch shot another fat gush of hot cum into Robbie’s guts. He could feel the floods of cream traveling up the lengths of both cocks and jetting from the eyes, splattering their wet heat inside Robbie’s ass. He cried out, shouting to the heavens, feeling as though he was pushing all his power, all his energy, all his strength and muscle and manhood into the other man and was being rewarded with the same back, stronger, deeper, more powerful than ever. His hips began to rock in and out as he rubbed the ridged heads and the thickly veined shafts against the slick, warm innards, shooting load after load from his boundless reservoir of cream. His balls swelled with it, bulging fatly against his thighs.
Robbie felt Mitch’s power enter him and swell. It was incandescent masculine strength, limitless and beautiful, and its heat and light grew as big as the sun inside him and he gave it back to his lover. His body was exploding with pleasure, his cocks erupted with high arcs of thick cream, streaming over his head and splashing against his lips and his neck and his hairy chest and rippling belly. They came together, over and over, as the perfect sexual pleasure built inside them, emanating from the source of contact outward until it encompassed their entire being.
Robbie couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He could hardly breathe. The intense pleasure and sexual power overwhelmed him. He was drowning in it.
Mitch looked down at Robbie’s perfect form and fucked him deep, deeper, deeper still. He was cumming load after load after load, a constant pumping stream of hot, milky cum exploding from both yard-long cocks into Robbie’s muscled body. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to.
Robbie opened his eyes and looked up at the giant dark figure fucking his ass. It felt so good. So fucking good. He leaned up, his 12-pack abs swollen into power, and reached toward Mitch’s face with his hands and drew their lips together. Mitch leaned over him, his hips slowing, the action of his twin monsters reducing to measured, deliberate thrusts, and kissed him deeply, shoving one last, thick, long, full flood of cream from his overburdened balls and they shared the intense orgasmic bliss together.
After shrinking down, both men again without suitable clothing and naked under the cold stars, Robbie had to laugh as he looked around him at the destruction they had again inadvertently caused. Their two massive bodies had scooped out a deep pit in the forest, and the trees for several yards all around them had been shoved aside or obliterated utterly. “Well, shit.”
Mitch felt bad. Not only because of the damage to the ancient forest, but because he had attacked this man – his friend – and lost control. “Robbie, I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
Robbie looked at Mitch and frowned. “Well, you fucked me and we kind of…”
“No, I mean. I mean, I didn’t mean…”
“You’re not going to stand there after the absolute best fuck of my entire goddam life and apologize for being the absolute best fuck of my entire goddam life, are you?”
“I…”
“Because if you are, I’m going to make you fuck me all over again just so we can forget you ever considered doing that.” He encompassed Mitch’s beautiful nudity with his muscled arms and kissed him fully and deeply. “There. That ought to shut your mouth.” He smiled and kissed him again.
Mitch shook his head in wonderment and had to smile himself. “Well, that was intense.”
“Ya think?” Robbie laughed. The sound was deep and warmed, and it echoed through the woods. “Now, I believe we were headed toward your place before you so generously volunteered to fuck my ass.” He motioned in the general direction he remembered they were going. “After you, lover.”
Mitch looked into the sky to get his bearings, then started off in the opposite direction, grinning giddily.
Mitch lived in a small one-bedroom house at the edge of the forest at the end of a long dirt road. The two naked men emerged from the trees together, and Robbie paused when he recognized that they were out of the woods, literally. “That’s it?”
“Home, sweet home,” Mitch verified. “Not much to look at, I admit.”
Robbie shrugged. “Seeing as I am currently without transport or clothes or, indeed, anything but what you see before you, I’d say you have the advantage.”
Mitch laughed and wrapped his arm across Robbie’s bulging shoulders. “Come on inside and get warm.”
Robbie stopped for a moment and watched his breath frost in the crisp air. “But I am warm.” His brow wrinkled as he considered this fact, and the fact that, upon reflection, he couldn’t remember feeling uncomfortable in the last two days. “I’m warm.”
Mitch looked at him. And it dawned on him, slowly, what he meant. It was near freezing outside. They were both naked. But he had to agree, he did not feel in the least bit cold. “Weird,” he said.
“Isn’t it?” Robbie was grinning foolishly. “This is so fucking cool.”
“Well, come inside anyway. You can use the phone and call…” He stopped. “Oh, shit. Do you have a girlfriend? Did I just…?”
“Boyfriend. And no. No boyfriend. So you did not just et cetera. Cut yourself a break, dude! Believe me when I tell you I have absolutely no regrets meeting you.”
Mitch felt relieved. “Same here.” He opened the door and paused. “So, am I gay, now?”
Robbie shrugged. “Does it matter?” He stepped around Mitch’s huge form and into his small house. It was neat as a pin, with a small table and 2 chairs, a stove and fridge, a lounge chair, a TV and an older computer. There were two more doorways, through which he saw a toilet in one and a bed through the other. He noted that the bed had been made. Maybe Mitch was gay, after all.
“Sorry about the mess,” Mitch apologized.
Robbie laughed out loud. “What mess?”
Mitch nodded at the dirty dishes on the sink. “Was going to do them tonight – that is, last night.” He shrugged sheepishly. Again, Robbie found himself turned on by the contrast of the overt masculine power of the man’s body and the mild, slightly awkward cast to his beautiful face. “Feel free to use the toilet.”
“No thanks.” Then Robbie’s face registered that same quizzical look as he realized he hadn’t had to use a bathroom, either, for the last two days. Maybe that was due to the fact that all he’d been swallowing was his own cum and Mitch’s delicious creamy spunk. The thought made him want to pull Mitch’s cock between his lips again, but he fought against it. “Uh, just to warn you? I don’t think we need to take a piss, again, either.” Mitch’s face registered his disbelief with quiet starkness. “I’m just saying.”
“What the hell happened to us?”
“Like I said, I just don’t know.” He was rubbing a nipple absently as he said it, and only realized the fact when Mitch’s gaze fell to his chest and his reddish face managed to grow even more red. Fuck, the dude was cute! “I could use your computer, though. Check my email and stuff.” He moved toward the dark screen, explaining, “I’m a sys admin. Been on vacation, but things tend to fall apart without me.”
Mitch leaned across him – feeling the sexual heat pouring off his body – and flipped the computer on. “Things tend to fall apart with you around, if you want to count things like where I work, the forest, your truck…”
“Oh, ha ha, funny man.” Robbie pulled up the chair as the screen slowly grew brighter. “A Windows man, eh? Well, there’s no accounting for taste.”
“We all can’t afford to join the cult of Mac, dude. Anyway, all I use it for is email and You Tube and the occasional… uh…”
Robbie turned and eyed him. “Don’t worry. I haven’t met a computer yet that didn’t have some porn on it.” He turned back and noticed the webcam perched atop the monitor. “But not everyone is a participant.”
“It came with the computer,” he answered meekly.
“I, frequently, do, too!” Windows booted up at last and as Robbie started accessing his servers and email accounts, Mitch actually went over to the sink and started cleaning his dishes. “What’s all this glowing stuff?” Robbie called out.
Mitch turned slightly, asking, “What glowing stuff?”
Robbie said, “All over the keyboard. And the mouse.”
Mitch turned around. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Robbie motioned at the desk. “This stuff! Do you have some weird case mod going on here? Did you stick some neon in here or something?”
Mitch came closer. “I have no fucking clue what you’re… what the hell is that?” He saw it, too. Thin streams of light were ejecting from the keyboard and the mouse.
“How the hell should I know? Um, where’s your phone?”
“The cell’s… oh, shit. The cell is in my pants. Back at the store. There’s a regular phone in the bedroom. One sec, I’ll get it. It’s wireless.”
When Mitch returned, he was holding the phone receiver as if it was burning his hand. “There’s more of it here! The phone’s doing it too!”
Robbie frowned. “I don’t get it. What…. Whoa.” He was typing and the glow around the keyboard grew slightly brighter with every keystroke. He tested the mouse and watched the glow swell when it moved. The streams were going toward a dongle stuck into a USB port on the monitor. “What’s that thing?”
“Bluetooth. The keyboard and mouse are wirel…” Mitch looked at the wireless phone receiver, and realized that the stream of light bits was leading back to the base.
“Holy fuck.” Robbie was rubbing his finger through the light stream and they didn’t change. “I think… I think we can see data streams.”
“The fuck?”
“I know!”
“But how is that possible?”
“Well, I dunno! Two cocks, gigantic muscles, shrinking and growing, no sensitivity to cold… now this.” He brushed at the data again. “Weird. I mean, if I had to guess? Data is just electronic pulses. You know, digital bits, ones and zeroes, recorded on metal plates or broadcast on wires or… not.” He peered more closely at the stream, looking for some sense in the light. “Our brains work kind of the same way. Electronic pulses. Recorded onto wet drives. Memory gets stored. Maybe… maybe our brains got rewired somehow and we can see data.”
“Why?”
Robbie shrugged. “If we can see it, I wonder if…” He looked at the screen and thought about opening a Word document. He wondered if it would work, if he could think things into being like he could think himself larger or smaller. But nothing happened. “I guess not.” He looked at the web cam. “Mind if I try something?”
“Probably not.”
Robbie pointed the web cam at himself and opened a browser, plugging in the URL for his favorite online sex chat site and set up a new account. The name he chose was SelfSuckSam. “I just want to see if… I mean, I don’t think it’ll work, but if it does.”
“If what does? What are you doing?”
“You know how we can do this?” He shot an electric shock of sexual bliss into Mitch’s head. His friend’s cocks inflated suddenly and he splattered a thick flood onto Robbie’s hairy chest.
Mitch gasped for breath. “No, as a matter of fact I didn’t.”
Robbie grinned. “Oh. Well, we can. So I’m wondering if, because data works in a certain way, and our brains work in a certain way, and our brains are making so we can see the data, if maybe we can…”
“If we can You Tube that?”
Robbie grinned evilly, wiggling his eyebrows.
Mitch laughed as his cocks relaxed. Which made him think of something. “But two pricks? Isn’t that kind of pushing things?”
Robbie frowned again. “I hadn’t considered that. Wish there was a way to…” And, as before, his wish became reality and his secondary prick shrunk into his body, leaving him with one.
Mitch practically screamed, “Bring it back! Bring it back!”
Robbie watched himself make his secondary cock appear and disappear at will. “Well, that’s handy.”
Mitch sighed with relief. “As long as you can bring it back, yeah.” Robbie smiled up at him. “I mean, I’m sure I could get used to you fucking me with just one – but two of them is just…”
“Tell me about it.” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “Now, back to the test.” He made his secondary cock disappear and turned back to the webcam, dropping into a chat room and looking for an appreciative audience. It didn’t take long.
> dude! u r so hawt! u suck yrself?
> all the time
> fuk, dude, I’d pay to c that
> then pay attention
Robbie sat back and shook his limp monster at the camera. Whoever was at the receiving end was losing his typing skills with increasing speed, doubtless because he was down to one hand on the keys.
Robbie licked his cockhead, slicking the head with spit and slowly, reverently kissing himself. He kept his eyes on the camera and attempted to send his sex waves, or whatever they were, through the camera to the guy at the other end. He couldn’t tell if he was successful or not, since the guy was going apeshit anyway just watching this incredibly gorgeous muscular behemoth service his own foot-long with his lips.
Robbie sucked his cock into his mouth and started sucking himself vigorously. His prick swelled and lengthened massively, the veins growing hard and full with blood. He already had a fat load in his balls and was ready to start pumping the salty spunk down his throat, but he held off, going for gold in the self-suck Olympics.
Robbie pulled his prick from his mouth and slowly stroked himself, slicking his palm with a wet lick of spit. His cock was massive, red and shiny and hard as steel. He kept his eyes on the web cam as he pleasured himself, still trying to send his sex waves into the cam.
He decided it was time for a better show, so he unloaded a sudden fat gush of cum that erupted from his foot-high cock like a fountain, splattering off camera where his body soaked it up. Another thick flood erupted and flowed like lava across the hard contours of his monster, slicking his grip and making his mouth water.
He leaned forward and sucked his cock back into the warm wetness of his mouth and released a torrent of cream, swallowing greedily. So much cum erupted from his cock that it gushed from the corners of his mouth and drizzled down his chin. He kept pumping and swallowing until he felt like it was going on a little too long, so he released his prick from his mouth to allow the last of his gushing tide to spout from his erection and bathed himself in the flood before leaning forward and grinning into the camera.
> dooooooood! that was fukkiung hooooottttt!
Robbie smiled and winked. Then he leaned forward, bringing his finger toward the camera, and sent as much of the Touch as he could summon into the stream of data coming out of the other end of the webcam.
There was no reaction from the chat window.
But somewhere in Omaha, Nebraska, a 16-year-old closeted gay dood was creaming so hard, he thought he was going to pass out.
Luckily, he remembered to record the session before he exploded with cum.