Transform: New Blood 23
by AKA
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Never tried what?”
“Ever kiss a guy?”
Mitch said, “Robbie….” impatiently.
“I’m just asking!”
“I have, actually.”
“Have you?” Now Robbie was very interested. It showed in how his cock slowly started to stretch and swell. “How was it?”
“Not very good. We were in high school. Just sort of happened. It was weird.”
“High school? No one kisses good in high school. You should try it again!”
“Robbie…”
“What?”
“Let him alone. If he doesn’t want to kiss you, he doesn’t have to kiss you.” He paused a heartbeat, then added, “Besides, I’m the better kisser here.”
“Oh, I call bullshit on that one, Mitch. No way you’re better than me.” Mitch shrugged. “Oooh, no no no no no.” Robbie looked at Caleb and asked, “Which one of us would you rather kiss, Mr. Hard Tongue Dry Lips here, or me?”
“Dry lips?”
“Hard tongue.”
“This is absurd. Caleb already said he didn’t want to kiss us and…”
“Technically, I didn’t.” The two muscular giants looked at him in unison. “And if I had to choose,” he said, “I’d kiss Robbie.”
“Yes!”
“What? Why?” Mitch looked honestly perturbed and surprised.
“Well, for one thing I think he’d be more enthusiastic about it. Second, I watched you guys going at it out there and he seems like an initiator, and I’d probably need some, you know, coaching. And lastly, the way his dick is growing, and all I’m doing is talking about the possibility of a kiss, I know he’s both eager and excited about it, which is kind of complimentary.”
Mitch looked down at Robbie’s cock, and it was indeed swelling at an alarming rate. The head was emerging from its cowl of foreskin and a drop of precum was growing at the eye. The shaft was thickening as it lengthened and it was now a good two inches bigger than Mitch’s. “Well, if all it took was a hard-on, I could have done that.”
“But you didn’t,” Robbie taunted him, then he grabbed his growing prick and shook it at his lover. “The biggest cock always wins.” Then he looked at Caleb and licked his lower lip. “I’m ready when you are.”
Caleb huffed a nervous laugh from his nose and he climbed off the rock. Standing now next to the other men, he realized how small he was compared to them. “Okay, so how do we…?”
Before he could finish the question, Robbie had swooped down upon him, wrapped him in a muscled embrace and was kissing him on the lips with every drop of repressed lust and passion he had been keeping leashed inside him.
The first thing that struck Caleb about the kiss was ‘hard.’ The dude was like a rock! He’d never imagined that muscle could get so dense and thick that it would feel physically impenetrable. Robbie’s body was a mass of thick, bulging solidity, and every bulge moved. The muscle was firm, but it wasn’t rigid. It moved and flexed and twisted, he could feel the man’s body, the very essence of his physical presence, as they moved together. It was both fascinating and arousing.
The second thing was ‘big.’ Robbie had at least a foot in height on Caleb and untold inches in thickness everywhere else. Caleb had to bend his head back and bring his lips up to meet Robbie’s hungry mouth. The hand on the back of Caleb’s scalp felt like it could encompass his entire head. It was difficult to get his own embrace anywhere around the man, and that huge cock shoving against him from between Robbie’s muscled legs kept on growing bigger and bigger. Caleb’s own prick was throbbing in response, and shoving itself against his shorts for release.
Then, ‘soft.’ The man’s skin was like silk or suede, some material so warm and supple that his hands wanted to stay attached to the feeling of Robbie’s body forever. When his fingers found that nest of darkness attached to Robbie’s head, Caleb marveled at its velvety quality. His fingers slipped through and between the strands and every one of them was so soft and satisfyingly pliable, like fur. And speaking of fur, even the hair that coated Robbie’s chest was soft. Caleb thought he might be turned off by having such a hairy guy holding him, but the opposite proved to be true. The curls of jet black across the hard, heavy hemispheres proved to be inviting and cozy, as if Caleb could curl up next to Robbie’s enormity and sleep inside his warmth.
And Robbie’s lips were amazing. So soft, so warm, so giving. The kiss was as tender and soul-melting as the man’s other attributes were hard, but it was still a huge kiss. Robbie’s mouth engulfed Caleb’s lips and sucked on them, rubbing against them like a cat in heat. Then his tongue, probing and tentative, brushing up against his mouth so tenderly that Caleb went weak in the knees, then he welcomed Robbie’s tongue inside his own mouth and felt the man’s passion build abruptly larger, the muscled arms surrounding him tightened slightly and their kissing grew deeper.
Lastly, ‘power.’ Enormous, unlimited, untapped power. It radiated off the man’s massive body like light from the sun. It was in his dominant embrace and his bulging muscles. It was in the heat that came off him, and the thickness and throbbing necessity of his still-growing prick. The potency of the man was an overwhelming force, like the pull of the moon on the tides.
Even the scent he gave off from his lake-cleaned flesh spoke of his power. It rose up off him and sank into Caleb’s senses as if wanted to take him over completely. It was hot and masculine and sexy, he smelled like the forest and the seas mixed with something musky and raw. It intoxicated and energized Caleb, and somehow made the kiss seem more urgent and needful and erotic.
The intensity of Robbie’s power came through full force at the end, as he poured every last drop from his bottomless well of masculine and sexual capacity into the kiss, and Caleb struggled to return the fraction of that power back to Robbie through their embrace. When Robbie slowly released Caleb from the kiss, their lips parting and the muscled man releasing his willing captive from his strong embrace, Caleb felt dazed and tingly, and kept his eyes closed for a long time afterwards, leaning against his rock at the edge of the lake as the absence of Robbie’s overwhelming physical presence from his senses and consciousness receded.
“Well?” the huge man asked, hopefully.
“Holy fuck, that was intense,” Caleb said softly. He raised his fingers to his lips and brushed them longingly, he could still feel Robbie’s mouth there.
Robbie nudged Mitch and smirked. “Told ya.”
“Yeah, well, now it’s my turn,” Mitch said confidently, and he stepped toward Caleb’s half-prone form.
“Just give me a second to recover, okay? Just… a second here.” He opened his eyes and looked at Robbie, wondering who he was and how he did what he just did. The dude was an enormous collection of the biggest, baddest, strongest muscle but he was able to kiss Caleb better and more deeply than he’d ever been kissed. It was almost spiritual. “That was almost spiritual.”
“Really? Cool!” Robbie kicked Mitch playfully on his high, arching ass. “Hear that? Spiritual!”
“He said almost,” Mitch corrected. “Now it’s time for the real thing.” Mitch lowered himself to the beach, laying his huge body on its back and opening his arms to Caleb. “Climb aboard.”
“Hey! No fair!” Robbie protested.
Mitch grinned. “There were rules? I don’t remember any rules.” He winked at Caleb. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Caleb felt a twinge of dubious alarm looking at the supine form of the beautiful dark-skinned man lying on the smooth, wet pebbles at the lake’s edge. The sun was casting shadows that danced and dappled his muscled form, and every now and then a sliver of light would bring his caramel-colored eyes into shining significance. Laying down, he looked less threatening than the towering brute force that Robbie had presented, but that in itself scared Caleb, because after Robbie’s intense kiss he already felt enflamed and aroused. But Mitch just lay there on the beach with his arms outstretched and an innocent and inviting smile on his full, moist lips, waiting for Caleb to come to him.
Tentatively, Caleb approached the man’s prone form and dropped to his knees next to him, casting his gaze along Mitch’s form. Mitch followed Caleb’s eyes and dropped his arms, positioning himself onto his elbows and bringing his face closer to Caleb’s.
Just looking at Mitch’s body was a sensual experience. All his muscle was laid bare before Caleb, awaiting his exploration. The man’s enormous cock was flaccid, but thick and meaty, laying its inches across his left thigh, stretching nearly the entire width of his thickly muscled leg. Was it longer now than it had been before? How was it not throbbing to erection at that size? How big could he get? The thought thrilled Caleb. The idea that manhood could be so powerfully presented, and so yielding to him at the same time.
He placed his hand on Mitch’s 8-pack belly and was struck, again, by the dichotomy of hardness to softness. The man’s abdominals swelled and flexed as he silently breathed. He could feel each muscle moving under Mitch’s silken skin. He moved his hand up Mitch’s hugeness and lay his palm in the separation between Mitch’s pectorals. He was so warm and smooth, hairless unlike Robbie’s thick carpet of fur. His skin felt wondrous and alive and so silky. Mitch had two huge nipples, bigger even than a Kennedy dollar, that sat perfectly at the lower edges of his chest muscles. In the exact center of each dark areole, a heavy cap sprang up. The term ‘party hat’ came to Caleb’s brain looking at the nipples, and he had a sudden, innate urge to put his mouth on one and suck it inside, to play with the cap and make Mitch moan like a woman would moan.
But he resisted and moved his hand further up Mitch’s body to his long, thick neck. He could feel the man’s heart pulsing in his veins, the pure essence of his power coursing through him. He moved his hand under Mitch’s neck and combed his fingers into the thick luxury of his long, dark locks. Then he lowered his lips to Mitch’s and they began to kiss.
Mitch moved his right arm around Caleb’s smaller body and pulled him closer, inching his hand down Caleb’s back to his tight little butt. Caleb was into this kiss, after his first experience, and allowed Mitch’s exploring hand to cup his butt cheek without tensing up, enjoying the feeling of surrendering to Mitch’s capable touch.
Mitch tightened his hold and pulled Caleb on top of his naked form, and Caleb slowly complied, moving atop Mitch and straddling his torso, moving both his hands behind Mitch’s head and pulling their mouths together. He shoved his tongue inside Mitch’s mouth first, this time, determined to show that he could give as good as he got.
Mitch smiled against the kiss, and moved his hands down Caleb’s body, sinking his fingers under the waistband of Caleb’s shorts to feel the man’s ass first-hand. Mitch’s cock started to move and swell, rising like a cobra between his legs. Caleb squirmed atop him, he could feel the man’s dick pressing against his belly. Caleb was hard and getting harder, the heat of his erection already prominent through the material.
Mitch’s hands moved up under Caleb’s shirt and caressed the flesh of his back. Mitch could feel the man’s tight musculature, the lobes of his muscles moving and swelling as Caleb squirmed with pleasure on top of him. His hands kneaded Caleb’s flesh and massaged him deeply, intensifying Caleb’s pleasure.
Caleb started moving his hips, rubbing his hard-on on the cobblestones of Mitch’s belly. Mitch’s cock arched up between Caleb’s legs and rubbed itself into his ass crack, eager to kiss Caleb’s tight, rosy hole. Caleb felt the sudden pressure against his ass and moaned, imaging the size and glory of Mitch’s cock, feeling its size and heat pushing between his legs and against his taint. He could feel Mitch’s hands moving down his body toward his shorts, and he lifted his hips up to allow Mitch to undo his button-fly and allow access to his throbbing manhood.
Mitch opened Caleb’s shorts easily and moved his grip inside, surrounding Caleb’s hard cock with his right hand as his left one moved inside Caleb’s shorts and reached down to find his asshole, where he deftly rubbed his middle fingertip against its moist heat.
Robbie frowned as he watched them moving toward what he assumed was an inevitable conclusion, though he wondered how in the world Mitch’s fat cock was ever going to penetrate Caleb’s tight butt. He was slowly stroking his own hard-on as he watched them, both excited and jealous about their intimacy. His balls sagged with Transforming cream.
Caleb’s sexual arousal was at its peak. This was more than a kiss, he knew, and he was scared and anxious at the same time. His body was overheating at Mitch’s caresses, and the thought of his huge cock thrilled him and frightened him in equal measure. How far was he willing to let this go? At the moment, lost inside a cocoon of Mitch’s supreme sexuality, he wasn’t at all sure.
Mitch relied on Caleb to guide his actions. He would push their coupling as far as he could go. It wasn’t about the contest anymore, he found himself succumbing to his newfound appetites, and was having a hard time keeping himself in check. He could feel something building inside him, and he suspected that it was the same untamed animal that Robbie had unleashed on him back at the store. It was roaring like a lion inside him, stretching its muscles and rattling its cage. It wanted out.
While Caleb had kissed a man before, no man had ever touched those other intimate parts of his body. Mitch’s hand on his hard prick felt undeniably good. But anyone giving him a hand job would feel good. There was something about the size of the hand and his expert manipulations, though, that had him fighting an overwhelming urge to splooge all over Mitch’s belly. The dude was doing something magical involving his thumb and the tip of Caleb’s hard dick.
But the finger against his hole was a new sensation. Mitch was slowly, softly pushing against his tightness and poking inside him, and it felt strange and hot and sexy. Caleb intensified the kiss and lifted his hips and climbed fully on top of Mitch, moving his own hands off Mitch’s head to shove his shorts off his body and feel the cool wind on his hot butt. Robbie took the cue and helped him off with his shorts, leaving his lower body naked and allowing Mitch free access.
Mitch broke the kiss to whisper, “Take off your shirt,” and Caleb did, then, stripping his body bare. Skin to skin, Mitch’s muscular form felt amazing against his own lanky frame. He could thoroughly experience the play of Mitch’s muscles, and the heat pouring off his huge form surrounded and infused Caleb’s body.
They kissed some more, now groping each other’s naked purity with hands as hungry as their mouths. Caleb felt Mitch’s touch leave his asshole, and he missed its pleasant pressure for only a moment before something warm and wet applied itself to his pucker and he realized it was a tongue, Robbie’s tongue, licking his ass and probing with the same agreeable pressure and insistence as Mitch’s finger. Robbie’s warm hands were on his legs, gripping the back of his thighs and Caleb arched his back and shoved his hole toward Robbie’s tongue, opening himself more fully to the explorations. Now and then the feeling of his tongue and lips would leave his hole to be cooled by the lake breezes, but a slick, sucking sound told him that Robbie’s mouth was finding other pleasures on Mitch’s fat cock.
His head spinning, Caleb felt a sexual charge coursing through him like nothing he’d felt before. These muscular Gods were at his service, kissing and licking and sucking and stroking his body, surrounding him with their power and heat and concentrated masculine scent. Robbie’s mouth came back to his ass, then licked along his taint and sucked his balls. Robbie tugged and played with his nutsack, then moved his tongue back to Caleb’s waiting asshole and shoved inside, moving like a snake and driving Caleb insane.
His balls ached. He wanted to cum, but something wouldn’t let him. His dick was so hard it felt like it was going to burst. The kiss went on and on, and his hands roamed over Mitch’s wide shoulders and his long neck and his bulging arms. Something else touched his hole, then, something hot and firm and he knew that Robbie was rubbing a hard cock against his ass. Whether it was his own or Mitch’s didn’t matter. They were both so big that Caleb felt a sudden stab of fear, until he realized that Robbie’s body was on top of his own, now, and he heard Robbie’s deep voice whisper in his ear, “I won’t hurt you.”
Robbie met Mitch’s eyes, then, and Mitch knew what Robbie proposed to do. Mitch could feel the beast inside him roaring, too. All his masculine power and strength and sexuality wanted to burst from the seams, ripping its way free, unleashed and untamed. The man between him and his lover was hot and ready and willing to accept it. He could feel it in his kiss, and in his cock, and in his skin. Hot, wild, uncontrolled and uninhibited, Transform was starving for another man. It was screaming in his blood and making his muscles throb and swell. He squeezed Caleb’s cock and sucked on his tongue and began to unlock the cage.
Then the hard prick, which Caleb knew now to be Robbie’s uncut monster, kissed its mouth against Caleb’s hole and he felt a sudden warm rush erupt through his groin and spread like lava. Robbie was so close. The kiss had turned the key in the ignition and watching Mitch undress Caleb’s wiry frame had revved his engines. Gas was being poured onto the fire of his need. He could hardly contain himself.
Robbie whispered, “Do you want this?”
Caleb could feel the man’s voice travel through him, shake him like an earthquake, rattle his bones and vibrate his cock. Caleb moaned. He couldn’t stop kissing Mitch’s wonderful mouth, didn’t want to.
“Do you want all of it?”
Nothing ever felt so good. Nothing ever would again. He felt that wet heat pressed against his hole again, felt the tingling sexual power of it erupt inside him, felt the hard bodies pressing against him and their muscle and their might and their heat. Sex drenched him and surrounded him.
“Just say yes. Tell me you want it. And I’ll give it all to you.”
He pulled his lips from Mitch’s mouth with an effort of will, never wanting the kiss to end, and found his voice somewhere deep inside him and with a sigh and a moan and a growl, he said, “Yes.”
With a word, Caleb unleashed the beasts. Transform poured out of both men in a vaporous fog of unbound energy and power, a thick syrup of muscle and sex that cascaded over Caleb’s body like molten gold. Robbie shoved the head of his hardness inside Caleb’s ass and shot thick ropes of cream suffused utterly with Transform’s overwhelming tide of power. He flooded the man with it, it came out of his hands and mouth and pores and soaked into Caleb like water on parched earth.
Mitch was simultaneously flooding Caleb with Transform through his hands and mouth and sweat and he started cumming, too, cumming a fat fountain of hot white cum that streamed from his huge, hard prick and showered the trio in wet heat, splattering across Robie’s wide back and dripping over his skin to find the waiting vessel of Caleb’s quickly swelling form.
Now they were all growing, three men swelling with muscle along every inch of their bodies. Caleb was inflating with might, his body quickly stretching to welcome the unstoppable flood of Transform soaking into him from every angle. He could feel himself growing bigger by the second, every heartbeat shoving strength and size into his chest and arms and legs. The flood of cum the other men released bathed him, and his body began to quickly absorb and feed on their combined strength.
He was growing faster than Mitch had done when he destroyed the store. The other two were growing with him, swelling into their true magnificent forms of towering masculine perfection, creaming gallons of cum and sprouting secondary cocks to push Caleb’s growth into faster and faster development.
Robbie rose off Caleb and grabbed his twins in his hands and sprayed his thick streams of cum across Caleb’s swelling body. The cream was soaking into his body as fast as Robbie could deliver it, and his own quickly growing form was similarly drinking in the excess of its own endless supply. This was what he had been made for. This was his ultimate glory, and he watched the new man growing before his eyes.
Caleb wanted to shout with joy, to scream and yell and make manifest the exploding carnel bliss that shook his body. Instead, he kept kissing Mitch through his Transformation, feeling his own second cock spring suddenly from his loins and immediately start to spray a second fountain of thick, hot cum between his growing form and Mitch’s swelling body. If atomic bombs were detonating near him, he wouldn’t be moved. Nothing in his life prepared him for this, and nothing else compared to its ultimate and glorious sexual release.
He could feel himself swelling with muscle. And more than that, with power. The power he’d tasted on Robbie’s lips. The power he touched when he lay atop Mitch. It was growing inside him like a sun, swelling larger and larger and pushing his body to grow with size and beauty just to contain it. His own muscled chest pushed against Mitch’s and he toppled over. Mitch held him and rolled with him and kept kissing his mouth as Robbie unleashed his tide of cum over both of them and watched with amazement as it happened again.
He’d done it again. He hadn’t meant to do it, but now that it was done he didn’t want it to stop. Not ever.
In minutes, Caleb had attained his ultimate size. A monstrous muscular giant, his gaunt form had exploded with enormous power, bulging along every inch of his 18-foot tall body. Two fat pricks, each a yard long, pulsed and throbbed and spit out thick ropes of cum that arced into the air and puddled around them. His face had resolved into a mask of masculine perfection, with a growth of beard shadowing his handsome features and eyes the same shade as the dark blue of the lake. His hair was a reddish blonde collection of soft curls and the same honey-colored hair spread across his chest and belly and lined his muscular legs and forearms. He had an ass that could stop time and was as completely gorgeous and cock-hardeningly sexy as Mitch had become.
Whatever this stuff was he had swimming inside him, it sure did good work.
At last, their kiss ended. Mitch pulled his mouth from Caleb’s soft lips and brushed his face with the back of his hand with tender love, looking into those azure eyes with his own and marveling at what he had done.
“Looks like I win,” he concluded.