Transform: New Blood 17
The morning after the night that Jason McDonald encountered SelfSuckSam in a chat room online and enjoyed watching the man suck his own monster cock before creaming a load all over his heavily muscled, thickly hairy body and then touching his cum-smeared finger against the web cam’s lens, delivering his observer with not only the most powerful but also easily the most copious creamy load that Jason had ever delivered all over his smooth teenaged body, he awoke with his own monster hard-on that throbbed against his grip with hot need.
He smiled and whipped off the covers to look at the beautiful object between his legs, the head glistening with precum already and his balls aching to be relieved of their cargo. Somehow, he’d managed to cum three times overnight, even after blasting out that thick fountain of cum during the chat session, two of which occurred while he was asleep, dreaming of the man’s enormous cock and imaging his own lips wrapped reverently around it.
Now he was horny again and as his radio bleeped at him to get up, he was slowly stroking his insistent erection and sinking deeply into the unsubtle embrace of another orgasmic blast.
His eyes closed, he envisioned the naked form of his new friend Sam in its grainy, unfocused imperfection again. He licked his lips as he watched the man’s thick prick spout fountains of cream as if he would never stop. He opened his eyes and sat up, still stroking, and moved to the edge of his bed, leaning his free hand over to the mouse to reawaken his computer from its self-induced slumber, and there it was again, that small video window on his desktop, and the frozen image of that incredibly beautiful naked man sucking his incredibly beautiful prick.
Jason spread his legs and leaned forward to click the cursor on ‘Play,’ and watched the action unfolding again. Jesus, that dude was so hot! He’d never seen anyone quite that handsome before, even among the megabytes of pornstar images hidden on his hard drive. His own cock felt huge in his hand, fatter than he ever remembered it feeling, and harder, too. The tingling thrills of sexual bliss cascading through it from his grip seemed stronger than ever, too, this morning. His balls felt heavy and swollen, as if they could hardly contain his load. He leaned back, resting his tall, thin, lanky body on one elbow as his other arm continued to bring him closer and closer to climax, his eyes never leaving the moving image of the man in the small video window performing his amazing feat of sexual dexterity just for him.
Man, it felt great! He wanted to cum badly, but he pinched his asshole tight and gritted his teeth to make himself build it up to another record breaker. He wondered if it was like this for every other dude. Had he discovered some new thing that his body could do? Did every other guy wake up at some point in his life with a hard-on that wouldn’t be denied and this feeling of utter horniness so powerful that nothing else could get in its way?
The man on the screen, Sam, was erupting his thick load. Jason’s heart beat faster with the excitement of what his eyes beheld in the otherwise silent house. His clock has exhausted itself and finally turned off, and his mother would be at work by now, leaving him alone to enjoy the peace of a solitary morning and a nice, satisfying wank. He could feel his own eruption at the edge of explosion, and he arched his head and squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his load of hot spunk up his fat cock, feeling it emerging in a white hot orgy of sexual satisfaction. It splattered across his chest and belly, and his second shove made it all the way up to his neck, mouth and face. He licked his lips and tasted the salty spunk of his own seed.
There was an electrical tang and a saline shock on his tongue, and he swallowed suddenly before he realized what he was doing. His body shook with the power of his orgasm and he felt suddenly hot everywhere. When he opened his eyes again, the screen was dark where Sam had applied his touch to the lens, and Jason collapsed back on his bed, happy and satisfied, his hand still holding his erection as his sticky warm wetness coated his grip.
He felt the sudden desire to do something physical. He wanted to throw something or lift something, and all he could think to do was to drop to the floor between his bed and the desk and do a series of pushups. He pumped his arms and his chest over and over until the muscles burned. He didn’t try to keep count, the point wasn’t to accomplish any particular goal, it just felt like it was what his body needed.
He pumped out push-up after push-up until he exhausted his muscles and his arms and chest were jelly. Rolling over onto his back, breathing hard, he suddenly began to laugh giddily as a feeling of euphoria caressed him and his cock deflated at last.
School that day was a trial. He found he was having a hard time concentrating on what anyone was saying, and more than once he found himself staring at the bodies of the other boys in the room. He would be watching their arms, or their necks, or their shoulders as they sat at their desks, observing the play of muscle under the skin, the way their bodies moved and his arousal was uncontrolled and obvious. His erection was nearly non-stop all day, and he moved between classes with his books over his crotch and asked to be excused at least three time so he could go into the john to jerk off.
And each time he came, it was more voluminous and powerful than the last. His body was also demanding that he constantly test its physical limits, and he looked for excuses and space to suddenly drop and complete another series of push-ups, or find an overhead bar to perform perfectly executed pull-ups, something he’d always dreaded but which now came so easily.
Phys Ed was the worst, he always dreaded that hour. It was like torture. And today was worse by far.
He spent the hour trying hard not to look at the other guys in his class. They wore thin cotton shorts, some where in tank tops, mostly the jocks, and others wore T-shirts. He could see their nipples pressed against the material. He had to constantly readjust his cock and balls as they swelled inside his jock. His bulge was prominent and obvious, and more than once another guy had commented on it.
Jason was tall, and thin. He has along, thin dick, too, but now that dick insisted on swelling to masses he’d never felt before and shoving itself out there for everyone to see. He avoided the showers until the others had vacated, wrapping one of the school’s threadbare towels around his narrow hips and walking to the open tiled showers where there was no such thing as privacy.
Two other dudes were still in there, and they were probably the exact worst two dudes there could possibly be in the shower. Jason knew them by reputation and knew their cocks by memory, because these two owned the biggest dicks on the football team and paraded them around like trophies.
Matt Haven was the captain of the team. A Senior now, and two years older than Jason, his body was a perfectly arranged muscular sculpture. He had dark hair and had what Jason had heard called a ‘treasure trail’ leading from his navel down to his hairy crotch. And there was that cock, fat and heavy, swinging like a baseball bat between his legs. He was standing under the running water facing Jason, rinsing his hair. Next to him, staring defiantly at Jason’s semi-nude form, stood Kevin Stevens, the bright twin to Matt’s dark beauty.
Kevin was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed all American with a killer physique and a cock that would choke a hooker. It looked almost comically large, almost like a sausage, with a weird collection of foreskin that dangled off the end. He had the soap in his hands and was rubbing it across his smooth chest as Jason walked purposely to the opposite end of the room and turned his back to the duo, throwing his towel over a hook next to the showerhead and standing with determination and purpose as his prick inflated to full mast.
‘Fuck,” he cursed it. ‘Stay down! Jesus! They’ll think I’m a faggot!’ He turned on the water and let it stay cold, hoping the frigid shower would put out the fire inside his body. But the fire was too strong, and even as the cold water coursed over his skin, his dick swelled to its ultimate glory, rising high and thick between his legs.
He felt more than heard the shape of someone behind him, and when he heard the voice at his ear, he jumped slightly. “Dude,” the voice said, “take a look at this!”
A hand rested on his shoulder and pulled him around. Both of the other boys stood dripping and naked before him. Matt folded his thick arms across his chest and Kevin was grinning from ear to ear, his blonde hair dark against his skin, his nipples even darker on his smooth, prominent pecs. Kevin was looking down at Jason’s boner, and he turned to his friend and said, “fucking believe it?”
Matt’s eyes were zeroed in on Jason’s erection. Jason didn’t want his eyes to give his desires away, but the sheer size of the other dude’s cock drew his gaze down and he was surprised and highly shocked to see the dark young man’s cock slightly rigid and rising fast. “Shit,” Matt said, his voice deep and soft. “Go see if anyone’s coming, bro.”
Jason looked up and watched Kevin nod once and jog over to the entrance to the shower stalls. His ass was amazing. He scanned the locker room outside and turned back, shaking his head. “All clear, Matt. No one’s around.”
Matt looked up from his study of Jason’s huge and unsubsiding erection and asked, “What’s your name, dude?”
Jason, though two years younger, was as tall as either of the seniors, though it looked like they had several dozen pounds on his limited musculature. The cold water continued splashing against his back until Kevin reached around his naked body and turned the water off. “Jason,” he stammered slightly. His whole body was shaking, but his arousal was undiminished. The boys standing before him were nothing short of gorgeous.
“Know who I am?”
Jason nodded, his mouth hanging open. He cast a furtive glance down and saw that Matt’s cock was at full attention, now, a giant rod of male power throbbing dully, and Kevin’s monster wasn’t too far behind. He was staring at the blond boy’s cock as the soft, shining helmet emerged from its cowl of foreskin when Matt’s voice called him back. “Good. Then you’ll know when I tell you that if you say a word about this, we’ll fucking kill you, I fucking mean it. You understand?”
Jason nodded again and braced himself for the coming punch, closing his eyes, tightening his stomach muscles and clenching his fists. They knew he was a fucking faggot, they were going to punch his lights out and leave him bleeding because of his fucking dick. Kevin whispered, “You first?” and Matt’s deep voice carried his football captain’s authoritative tone when he answered, “You bet your fucking ass, bro.”
The next feeling Jason experienced wasn’t the hard, intense shock of a fist against his body, but the curiously wet, warm, soft sensation of a mouth surrounding his rigid prick, and the firm grip of a callused hand grasping the base, pulling his erection forward enthusiastically. Jason’s body bucked but Matt held his cock firmly as he sucked Jason’s fat dick inside his mouth. Jason gasped and looked down at the wet, tousled head of dark hair that was suddenly sucking on his joint with clear and eager desire.
Jason felt shock and arousal collide inside him, and he looked up at Kevin as the boy turned his face back from the entrance and looked down at his friend sucking Jason’s dick. Kevin’s hand was quickly stroking his own erection, and the loose skin made a curious sucking noise as he jerked himself off. “Hurry the fuck up, Kev,” he said, his voice on the edge of need. Then he looked at Jason and said, “Don’t fucking cum, dude, until I get a go, you hear me?” Jason nodded again, dumbstruck. “Kev gets first go, but I get the cream.” He smiled and winked as he continued quickly stroking his fat sausage.
Jason felt his load swelling in his balls. Kevin was evidently very accomplished at what he was doing, The dark-haired football captain was also jerking his own joint as he slurped and sucked and swallowed Jason’s dick. He moaned and gurgled with pleasure and looked on the cock between sucks with reverence and desire. “Fuck dude, he is so hard. I think he’s bigger than you are, Matt.”
“Fuck you, Kev, just hurry it up and give me a go at it.” Jason heard the words and felt his arousal build to a new peak, and he knew he couldn’t hold back another second. “Fuck,” he said, “I’m gonna cum.”
Kevin shoved his mouth over Jason’s swelling equipment and sucked fervently. His attentions were rewarded with another of Jason’s new fountains of thick cream. He shot a fat wad of cum into Kevin’s mouth as Matt moaned and looked like he wanted to punch someone. Jason shot again, and then again, each load thick and hot and full, and Kevin swallowed it all.
“Fuck,” Matt moaned, “Jesus fucking Christ, Kev! Give someone else a chance for fuck’s sake.”
“I…” Jason said softly, swallowing and gasping for air. “I can do it again,” he said.
Kevin looked up from between Jason’s legs and Matt was shoving him aside. “Fucking do it then!” he commanded. “I want to see you cum again!” Matt fell to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s still hard cock. Kevin had fallen onto his ass, but the rough treatment did nothing to abate his own erection, and he sat on his butt on the cold tile and jerked himself off watching his blond teammate grabbing onto Jason’s ass and pulling his cock into his mouth.
The suddenness of the action and the feeling of the other boy’s hands kneading his butt cheeks made Jason’s toes curls and his balls obeyed his desire, delivering yet another blast of creamy cum that he shot harder than ever into Matt’s hungry mouth. Jason’s cum felt hot as it streamed into Matt’s mouth and down his throat, and he sucked Jason’s joint until he was dry, swallowing every drop he could get.
Jason fell back against the wall, his cock wet and shiny with Matt’s spit, throbbing dully and standing tall and proud. He’d just received his first blow job, and it had come from the fucking captain of the school’s football team and his best friend, Mr. All-American. No one was ever going to fucking believe this.
“Fuck,” someone said softly. Jason opened his eyes and watched both of the other young men rising to their feet. Matt was wiping his mouth and grinning broadly and Kevin was still sliding his grip along his own mammoth meat when it suddenly went off, shooting a stream across the floor and splattering against Jason’s leg. Kevin took better aim and shot again, hitting Jason’s belly this time. His body tensed and all his muscles seemed to bulge as he released his last volley that splashed on Jason’s naked chest and hung there, thick and warm. “Fuck,” Kevin said again, this time with his own smile across his handsome face.
“Jason was it?” Matt asked, standing closer to the sophomore’s cum-splattered form. Jason said, “Yeah,” and dipped his touch into Kevin’s cum, licking the salty spunk off his fingertips. “Jason.”
“Good to meet you, Jason,” answered Kevin. “And don’t forget, mention a fucking word of this, and you’re dead.” The dark-haired football captain slapped his blond-haired friend soundly on the ass and they both started to laugh as they left the shower stalls, and one confused, amazed and aroused sophomore, behind.
That night, Jason watched the video again, stroking his meat as he sat in the chair at his desk, watching his unknown friend Sam suck his own dick and spout a fountain of cum from his huge cock. His body responded with a flow of precum and a throbbing, intense thrill of quicksilver pulses of sexual gratification that shook him to his core until the fateful moment when the fingertip brushed the camera’s lens and he erupted, harder than ever.
Jason's body overheated and he dropped to the floor and did several dozen push-ups followed by crunches and squats and anything else he could think of that would satisfy his body’s desire for physical stress and muscular training until he managed to wear himself out again and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, his insistent cock awoke him again and it felt bigger than ever. After another round of morning strokes and another session with Sam, he decided he’d run to school rather than take the bus, and surprised himself at how quickly he managed to make it and how little effort it seemed to take.
His second day at school after the first encounter with SelfSuckSam went worse than ever. He had a nearly constant erection, found himself searching for any sign of either Kevin or Matt and nearly blew the toilet door off its hinges with the power of his ejaculations at lunchtime. Phys Ed found him pushing his body harder than ever with the weights, and although he eagerly entered the showers with everyone else, there was no sign of his Blow Buddies from yesterday.
He stood under the hot water for several minutes, drifting into his own world with visions of a gorgeous bodybuilder sitting in his bedroom sucking his dick when he realized that the bell had rung for the next classes and he was still showering. He exited the stalls quickly, running dripping and naked to his locker, when Coach Tucker came walking down the aisle toward him looking slightly perturbed.
Jason was toweling his body off and said, “Sorry, Mr. Tucker, I didn’t hear the bell,” but the coach held up his hand and said, “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr. McDonald?”
Jason stopped scrubbing his hair with the towel and said, “Sorry?” He looked at the man and found himself falling into his dark brown eyes. He’d never noticed them before, but now that the man was standing so close, he saw that he was powerfully built, with wide, mountainous shoulders and a thick coat of dark fur on his forearms. A hint of salt-and-pepper curls poked above the open collar of his maroon Polo shirt, and a fat nipple poked against the material just below the school’s mascot. Jason’s dick took notice of the man’s appearance and demeanor as well, and began quickly to swell with hot blood, drooping and thickening by the inch.
“Come into my office, son,” the man said. “We need to have a talk.”
Jason dropped the towel and followed the man across the locker room to his small, cramped office at the end of the building. Tucker never turned around as they walk, so he didn’t notice that Jason was still stark naked and slightly damp when he turned to close the door behind them. “Where’s your clothes, son?” he asked.
“Oh. What? They’re…” Jason was in another world, mesmerized by the coach’s tight muscular butt as they walked, and now overcome by the scent of the man in his lair. Jason’s body heated up with something, and his cock was swelling visibly.
“Never mind, just have a seat.”
Tucker pulled out a chair and pushed Jason’s nude form into it, sitting himself on the edge of his desk, hovering over the tall, lanky 16-year-old. “You’ve been juicing, son.”
“It’s obvious. No one gets that big in no time at all. One day you’re thin as a reed, the next you’re… like this.”
“Don’t lie to me, McDonald. Who’s been giving you the steroids?”
“Steroids?” The man’s voice was like music. His closeness was powerful and overwhelming. Jason could practically smell his balls. The man’s eyes were beautiful.
“Look, Jason, I’m not mad. But you have to understand what you’re doing to your body. I know you think it’s important to be big or look good or whatever reasons you’re giving yourself, but…”
Jason watched the man’s lips moving and wanted to press his mouth against them. He wanted to rip the man’s shirt off his body and see the masses of curling fur that covered his muscular chest. He wanted to bury his face in the man’s neck and shove his tongue inside his mouth. He wanted to pull his pants apart and plunge his hand inside and pull out the man’s huge cock and swallow it like Kevin had done and Matt had done. The man’s voice was a droning sound, deep and powerful, that traveled through his body like a plucked guitar string and ended up at the core of his cock, where it throbbed outward and made him grow and stretch and swell bigger than ever. Jason felt the familiar buzzing tingle of precum traveling up his firm erection and licked his lips, picturing the man naked and sweaty and shoving his hard cock up Jason’s tight butthole.
“Son? Are you listening to me?” Tucker could hardly fail to notice that the young man’s dick was approaching award-winning proportions. He’d never even perceived of Jason McDonald until that day when the boy was working himself into a lather by using every piece of equipment in the weight room and continually adding more iron to the machines until his muscles bulged and became covered with a network of veins. McDonald seemed to be growing larger as he watched. It was an eerie and frightening performance.
Tucker stood up. Jason was staring the man in the crotch. “Look, McDonald, I’ll be here in my office if you want to talk. But I urge you to stop taking the steroids now, before it’s too late. I’ve seen kids die, son. You may think you look good now – and you do. But it won’t last, and there’s always a price to pay.”
“Go get dressed, Jason.” Tucker opened the door and stood there. Jason’s body pulsed with caged desire and mounting sexual need. His cock was steel-hard and drooling as he rose from the chair and passed the man, a wake of pheromones and sexuality drifting around him like a fog. Tucker inhaled a strong whiff of something that smelled both rank and appealing, something like sweat and wet leather and dirty jockstraps that made his own cock throb and jerk in answer, and he felt his asshole prickle and his nipples tingle. “Jason?”
The boy paused and turned. His enormous erection was letting loose a virtual torrent of clear honey. It poured from him and made that scent grow even stronger around them. “Coach?”
Tucker’s eyes fell along the streamlined muscularity of the sophomore. The boy’s physique was sinewy and prominent. He could see the etched outline of every muscle group clearly under Jason’s flawless skin. The beginnings of the boy’s burgeoning manhood were breaking out as shadows of faint hairs across his chest. He watched the boy’s compact six-pack of abdominals swell and recede as he breathed. “See me this afternoon,” he advised. “Before you go home – you’re late for class.”
“Yes, sir,” he answered, smiling.
Jason jerked off again after leaving Coach Tucker’s office. The explosion of cum was accompanied by an equally potent explosion of masculine sexual pheromones that his body was starting to produce. At the end of his 6th period English class, Matt and Kevin reappeared and the three of them returned to the boy’s bathroom behind a locked door for several minutes. Jason did not disappoint either of the young men, and managed to give his first blow jobs in return, receiving a few pointers from a couple of old pros. They were not naked for this round, so it did not occur to him that either boy now appeared to be bigger than the day before.
At 3:30pm, fully dressed and fully aroused, Jason knocked on Coach Tucker’s office door and waited for the man to answer, rubbing at the hard-on in his jeans and grinning happily.
The door opened and the man stood there. He appeared to be sweating. “McDonald,” he said, by way of greeting. He held the door open.
“Coach,” Jason returned with a nod, walking across the threshold as he started to undo his belt and pull his pants open.
That evening, Jason went to bed early. He enjoyed three more sessions with his recorded video muscle man, erupting with cum every time the darkness fell over the screen when the man reached forward to deliver his coup de grace. Jason managed for the first time to lick the tip of his own dick, which seemed almost to reach up and lengthen itself to achieve the goal, swelling with pride in his grip.
On the third day after watching SelfSuckSam for the first time, Jason decided to upload the video to YouTube, leaving it untouched and filled with every nasty fucking sucktastic frame of perfect male sexual power as he had received it. It was viewed 112 times before the service pulled it for decency and shut down Jason’s screen name. The copies of the video did not, unfortunately, maintain all the qualities in the same quantities of the original, but certainly enough to make those 112 people, and whomever they chose to show it to, and assuming they were of the male sex, extremely satisfied observers.
Jason found, after the usual morning viewing, jerking, cum fountains and showering, that his clothing was fitting tighter than usual. The sleeves seemed to be grasping his arms more forcibly, his shoulders pressed out against the confines of his shirt, and his upper legs would hardly fit inside his tight jeans. The hem of his pantlegs rose higher above his Nikes, and even his shoes seemed tight.
“Growing spurt,” he thought absently, but he enjoyed how the tension in his clothes made him more aware of his body, and his cock seemed to enjoy the tension even more. He elected to go without underwear and tucked his swollen manhood into the crotch of his jeans, enjoying the difficulty he had making the buttons of the fly join together and wondering, idly, what he would do if they happened to burst open later.
He again ran to school, surpassing his earlier record by minutes, and only slightly perturbed when the outer seams of his Levi’s started to unravel. His first visit that morning was to the school’s locker room, and primarily to the office of the football coach. The man greeted him warmly and shirtlessly, and Jason was naked before he could tell Mr. Tucker exactly how fucking sexy his thought his gray chest hairs were.
Matt and Kevin were waiting for Jason in the boy’s bathroom at 8:30am, along with two other members of the football team, the basketball team captain, three varsity soccer players and the four members of the medal-winning relay race team. Though none of the assembled professed to being at all “queer,” they more than enjoyed each others’ company and managed to spend the half hour cumming into each other’s mouths and asses several times. Jason alone easily serviced every one of his new friends with copious eruptions of thick cream, and Kevin and Matt were also more than usually potent both in the number of times they managed to cum, and in the amount of cream during each powerful orgasm.
Jason enjoyed his most successful and popular day ever at Lincoln High School. By noon, his shirt was ripping itself apart at the seams and his button fly had popped two of its buttons. His chest was itching for some reason, and his muscles burned almost constantly as if he had done nothing else all day but work out in the weight room.
But Jason had no time for the weight room that day. Something about him was acting like honey for the bees, and young men were appearing with alarming and sudden regularity at every turn, applying their mouths to his ever-spouting cock and swallowing every drop they could get from his limitless source. After each encounter, his body felt more energized and powerful than before. He didn’t mind hitting the showers at all, parading his naked form in all its muscular glory for all to see, as his ever-erect cock stood taller and thicker still, and his balls swelled with their load.
Had he taken a moment to look into a mirror, he might have observed some of what was driving this sudden desire for his naked company. The past 72 hours had worked magic upon his face and form, refining his already attractive appearance into one that any male model or well-hung porn star would kill for. While his libido and unquenchable thirst for sexual sensations drove him onward to the next willing victim, he had no time to gaze in wonder on the vision of masculine beauty he was becoming. He never stopped to question why his clothing was slowly ripping itself from his developing form, or how his cock was magically so much larger than it had been only days before, or how he could maintain an erection nearly constantly, and deliver such rich, full, powerful loads of cum in unending quantity.
None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the next encounter, and his next opportunity to erupt again, and his next bulging growth of physical power to match the swelling strength of his sexuality. As the day progressed, his physical and sexual development and level of perfection advanced at a continuously increasing rate. It was as if each man he touched increased his own potential, and each time he came his strength and beauty and sexual power increased.
By the end of the third day, Jason McDonald’s human male evolution was advancing at a startling rate. His body was swelling with muscle. His prick was an enormous erupting canon of cum. His face and form had taken on the characteristics of a man several years his senior. His formerly childish face was now rugged and angular, enormously handsome, with a shadow of a beard winding across his broad chin and chiseled features. His thickly muscled chest and six-pack stomach, both deeply etched and powerful, were dusted with a forest of curls and he stood nearly seven feet high.
On the fourth day following Jason’s online encounter with SelfSuckSam, his mother contacted the police to report that he had not returned home. On the fifth day, an all points bulletin was released and a missing person’s report was issued bearing the 16-year-old’s likeness and a reward for information leading to his return. A footnote on the police reported noted that the teenager’s computer had gone missing and was suspected to have been stolen. There was no sign of a break-in at the McDonald residence.
On the sixth day, tragedy struck the Lincoln High School athletics team when a bus bearing, among others, several members of the football team, an award-winning quartet of runners, various members of the basketball and soccer teams and Coach Richard Tucker collided with a tanker truck carrying several thousand gallons of rocket fuel and burned, leaving all bodies charred beyond recognition. The coroner reported that he had never seen such total destruction, so much so that even dental records proved inconclusive.
Mr. Peck congratulated his team on their thoroughness.