Transform: Promises, Promises
from The Chronicles of The Muscle Club
by AKA
“Is this seat taken?”
George looked up. And up. And up some more. The body matched the voice. Huge, broad, powerful, and incredibly masculine. One of the Muscle Club dudes, no doubt about it. He tried to keep calm, and discovered that he had no air in his lungs and no words on his tongue, so he just shook his head with his mouth hanging open. The guy smiled and put forth his big bear paw, grabbing the back of the chair and pulling it backwards from the library table.
“Cool,” he said. He smelled good. Like, really good. Not sweet or perfumed, like he was trying to cover something up with cologne. He smelled earthy and rank and the scent, strong and spicy with a feral muskiness, did something to George, something uncontrollable and innate, that made his own cock twitch and swell in response.
He was still smiling, and his dark, coffee-colored eyes were locked onto George’s blue ones as he maneuvered his thickly-muscled and perfectly developed body into the seat next to him. There was a lot of him, probably close to 300 pounds of swollen, veiny, insanely developed muscle bulging from every inch of the dude. The shirt he was wearing was stretched so tightly across his upper body that each individual head of his incredibly shredded 6-pack was easily distinguished. There was a dark shadow stretching across his chest, that George figured was probably a very thick forest of fur, and fat tributaries of arteries traveled over and around the massive balls of power that clung to his arms.
He settled into place and pulled a couple of math books and his laptop from a black backpack that had been slung over one of his mountainous shoulders. He set them carefully on the table and opened one up, then flipped up the cover of the laptop and waited until the screen winked into power, using his thick fingers on the keyboard with deft familiarity to enter his password, and then the desktop popped up and George gulped when he saw what the other young man was using for wallpaper.
It was a picture of a naked man's body from the neck to the groin. Muscle bulged there, too, just like on his own body. The picture was just this side of pornographic, because it ended just above the groin, showing only a massive triangle of dark pubes but no equipment. The model, whomever he was, had an incredible chest and cobblestone belly, his copper-colored skin dusted with fur that swam between the muscular mounds like dark rivers through a mountainscape. Veins sprouted everywhere on his naked flesh, and the sheer size of his pecs pointed his nipples - huge, dark, round nubs - forward through the rough forest of his body hair.
George caught only a glance of the masculine beauty before a spreadsheet filled the screen, and only hints and glimpses of copper skin could be seen.
He realized he was staring at the screen when he felt eyes upon him, and - shifting his gaze toward the muscular teen’s face - he knew he had been caught looking at the picture more intently than he intended.
The other young man smiled. His teeth were starkly white against the darkly tanned skin. He had full, lovely lips and what was commonly referred to as a flavor-saver clinging to his chin just below his bottom lip. A deep cleft split his wide, masculine chin at the center, and when he smiled two dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth.
George blinked and looked down and away, pretending sudden interest in his book. He felt more than heard the other teen laugh gently, then he fell silent and calm as he turned his attentions to his math book.
George’s heart was beating fast. That smell. It was intoxicating. He’d never smelled anything like that, except maybe after gym class when all the guys were stinking of sweat. It was only partially like that scent, but it was both stronger and more attractive to his senses. More of a feeling than a scent, really. Like something was leeching out from the other boy’s flesh and surrounding his own, penetrating his body with its power.
He breathed in deeply. He didn’t want to let it from his lungs. He wanted to suck it all inside and bathe in its beauty and strength.
His eyes widened as realization hit him. That’s what it was! He smelled… strong. Powerful. It was as if the very essence of muscle and vigor, dominance and supremacy, manliness and virility had somehow been concentrated into a smell, and that he was giving it off like smoke from a fire.
He sucked in another deep breath and felt his cock twitch and throb. Fuck, it smelled good. He wanted it all over him. He wanted to shower in it, bathe in it, feel it coat his skin and drink it down like water.
He was slightly lost in a kind of passionate haze when he realized the muscle-packed arm of the masculine mountain next to him was moving in and out, and their proximity was making his shirtsleeve move ever so slightly. He didn’t move his head, only his eyes, and tried to see what the other guy was doing.
Fuck! he was… he was fucking stroking his joint under the table! His arm shifted back and forth as his hand stroked up and down along his thigh. It didn’t take a genius to realize what was going on.
The huge teen sighed and a low sound, like a groan or a grunt, came from his mammoth chest. George swallowed and turned his head slightly to watch, wondering how far this guy would take it, and what the fuck was getting him so horned up about a calculus book.
The guy adjusted his huge form, slipping his hips forward and moving his butt toward the edge of his chair. He stretched his thickly corded neck and twisted his head. Then he sighed again and made another low moaning sound. His hand still slowly stroked his groin and something was definitely swelling down there.
George cleared his throat, and the other dude turned his head and looked at him, one eyebrow cocked curiously. “Hey,” he said. He didn’t stop stroking himself, and he smiled beautifully.
“I’m George,” he said.
“I know,” the huge young man responded, with that beautiful full smile still on his mouth. “We used to have calc together.” He tilted his head, then looked down at his huge body - could he even see over those two beach ball-sized pectoral globes? He moved his hand from his burgeoning hard-on, though slowly and with obvious regret. Then he looked up, and he sort of shrugged and said, “Guess I do... look kinda different.”
George looked closer at the tall, broad, beautiful young man next to him. At his dark eyes with their long lashes, and the silken skin, sun-tanned to a bronze sheen, and the small ears sticking out slightly under a rough mop of wavy mahogany curls. He was still smiling, and all at once another face - like this one, but less refined and pocked with acne - came to mind. “Willis? Chuck Willis?”
“The same,” he said, and he licked his lips and his dark gaze swam across George’s face and then flickered south, looking at his body. The gaze made the smaller teenager feel both uncomfortable and exposed, as if the other could see him naked. “How you doing, George?”
“Not as good as you, I guess,” he said, then he instantly regretted it. “I mean…”
Willis touched George's shoulder with the hand that only moments ago had been slowly pleasuring his dick. His grip was warm and strong. “I know what you mean, George. It’s kinda obvious that I’m not exactly the same dude I was yesterday.”
“Wait… what?”
“Yeah. One day ago I looked… kinda like you do, actually. And now….” He held up his opposite arm, keeping his grip on George’s shoulder, and bent his elbow and flexed his entire arm into spasms of swollen muscular perfection. The skin, so deliciously tanned and shining, stretched thinner and thinner across the masses of brawn that the other young man now possessed. The biceps arched higher and higher, the head splitting in two with a fat vein winding over the top. Willis’s sleeve was being tested to its limits as the upper armed swelled past the twenty-inch mark and just kept going. He didn’t even look like he was trying very hard, and the muscle just grew bigger and bigger. “Not bad, eh?”
“Jesus,” George said softly.
Willis let his arm relax and he lowered it. It made his chest swell forward again and his shoulder build into a mountain next to his thick, corded neck. “Thanks,” he said. His voice was a deep and powerful force. It seemed to lick George’s ear and stick its tongue inside. “Still getting use to it,” Willis reported. “Broke a couple of door knobs off and bent a car door, this morning. I have some trouble… fitting. Know what I mean?”
“Who…How?”
“You know Donny? Donny Palmer?”
“The trumpet guy from band?”
Willis nodded. “He and me…. we…. he…. anyway, he invited me in and, so, yeah.” He was smiling, still. His face was a gorgeous collection of angles and hard surfaces. A rough burr of whiskers was sprouting on his jutting chin and high, perfect cheeks. When he swallowed, a pronounced Adam’s Apple bobbed at the center of a collection of corded muscle that pointed toward an eruption of curls peeking over the edge of his white T-shirt. The mounds of his pectorals, thick and heavy, pressed forward several inches and George could easily detect the pointed announcement of two fat nipples poking against the tight material. “It was… surprising.”
“What…. How do they…?”
“You don’t know?”
“I heard stories, but you guys keep to yourselves pretty tightly so…” He shrugged his small shoulders and looked down at his book.
“Yeah, it’s kind of… secret. I guess.” Willis took his grip from George’s shoulder and the smaller boy instantly missed its warmth and strength. “Kinda messy, if I was to tell you the truth, but it’s totally worth it.”
George looked over and found Willis’s eyes still gazing intently at him. “Yeah?”
Willis nodded, then lifted his hand to brush a collection of stray locks from his dark gaze. “Totally.” He looked down at himself again and the hand that had pushed the hair away from his handsome, hirsute features moved down to the fat nub of his left nipple, and he rubbed at it softly with his middle finger. “Not saying there aren’t drawbacks.” His voice was gruff and soft. His finger circled the nipple a few times and then his hand disappeared under the table again and George could see the cords and cables of muscle along the attached arm flex and twist and swell and Willis began to obviously grab onto himself and rub and squeeze his own prick through his pants. “But even the… distractions are pretty sweet.”
George’s eyes were gazing on the manipulations of Willis’s hand at his crotch. “Distractions?”
“Yeah,” Willis responded, almost in a whisper. “You get kinda… horny. Kinda… a lot.”
“Nothing new about that,” George agreed.
“No, it ain’t like that,” Willis said. “It’s… harder. It’s… deeper.”
“What is?”
Willis licked his lips and a soft groan erupted from his powerful neck. “Awwwww, fuck.”
“Dude,” George said, slightly disturbed. “You can’t do that here.”
Willis looked at him. “Why not?” He reached forward with his free hand and took George’s wrist, then guided his small hand down under the table and pushed it against his own crotch. “Feel this, bro.”
George looked around the library guiltily. “Dude. What the fuck?”
“Feel me,” Willis said. His eyes fell shut and his head lolled back on his powerful neck. he brought his hands up and folded his arms behind his head, knitting his fingers together. Each of his biceps looked like swollen baseballs, with every fiber of muscle and every throbbing vein clearly defined. “Feel how big I am.”
He could feel how big Willis was quite easily. His cock was hot and hard, running down his pant leg and… jeez! He could feel it throbbing! He could feel it swelling!
“Stroke me, bro. Just a little bit.” He did. Slowly. Tentatively. George moved his hand along Willis’s inches, reaching farther under the table to touch the swelling helmet, lodged nearly to the other boy’s knee. “Stroke me, dude. Feel how big I am. Feel how hot I am.”
George moved his hand back up Willis’s prick. It throbbed and twitched and swelled under his gentle caresses. He couldn’t see it in the dark under the table, but the fucking thing felt big enough to rip its way free.
“Yeah, dude. Feels nice,” Willis said. “Aw, fuck, that feels good.”
“Willis, I…”
“Put it under, bro.”
“What?”
Willis opened his eyes and leaned toward George and brought his face in very close. “Put your hand down my pants, George.”
George took his hand off Willis’s dick, and the other young man put his fingers to the buttons of the fly on his 501’s and pulled them apart one at a time. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, a sudden strong whiff of the intoxicating scent of pure, unfiltered manliness assaulted George strongly. “Just…. just do what you were doing. Only…” He motioned toward his crotch with his head and winked. “Just a little bit, dude.”
“Willis, someone’s gonna see.”
“No they won’t dude. No one’s gonna see.” He put his powerful paw atop George’s small, delicate hand and inched it under his pants. “Like that, dude. See? Nothing to it.”
“Jesus, Willis.”
“See how big it is? Feel how big I am, dude. I’m fucking hung, George.”
That was undeniable. George could now feel intimately exactly how big Willis’s cock had grown. All the Muscle Club dudes were like that. Big fucking cocks, but George had never held one before. George had never touched any other dude’s cock, and now he was moving his grip around the shaft of one of the biggest cocks on campus.
Willis sighed again. His cock swelled in George’s grip and grew harder and hotter. “Fuck that feels so good, bro.” George moved his hand deeper inside the warm, sweaty cage of Willis’s monster. He inched his fingers along the fat, hard shaft and squeezed him firmly. Willis sucked in a breath and smiled and said, “Yeah, dude. That’s good. Fuck, that feels so nice.” He moved his touch back to his nipple, and started to gently rub and circle it with his fingertips.
His words made George feel warm, and he was experiencing an odd feeling of control and power as he held the other young man’s prick in his hand. He squeezed it again, harder, and it pressed back against him, swelling suddenly bigger. It was shocking how large it felt, and he wanted to see it, suddenly. He felt an urge to pull Willis’s cock out of his pants to look at it, right there in the library. “How big is it?”
Willis smiled proudly. “Don’t know, dude. But it’s a fucking monster. Fucking… awww, yeah, that feels sooooo good…”
“Can I see it?”
Willis tilted his handsome head and narrowed his eyes. “You want to see it?”
George nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered, moving his hand slowly along its contours. “Can I see it?”
“I’m not sure,” Willis said carefully, “that’s such a good idea.” Then George squeezed him hard, and he grunted deeply from surprise and pleasure and bit his bottom lip. “Awww, fuck, George. Awww, fuck.”
“I just... I wanna see it.”
“Why?” He growled the question, like an animal. His dark eyes flashed and he pulled in a deep breath, testing the seams of his shirt with his expanding chest. “Why do you want to see my dick?”
“Wanna see if it’s as big as it feels,” George answered. “Want… want to watch it grow.”
“Yeah?”
“See how big you can get.”
“Fucking huge.”
“See how big I can make you.”
“Dude.”
“Lemme see it, Willis. Show it to me.”
He smiled and licked his lips, then said, “Pull it out, dude. Go ahead.”
George grabbed on to Willis’s cock and tugged it free. He peeled his pants open and pulled the huge prick out inch by inch. It was already hard, but once he started tugging it, it began to swell by the inch and harden to steel firmness. “Fuck,” he said softly.
“Yeah, dude. Fucking huge.”
It was, indeed, a monster. The smell of Willis, the scent of masculine virility, grew in volume as his cock was extracted from its tight cage. Willis spread his legs apart and helped George pull him free by opening his fly as far as it would manage and watched the other teen handle his enormity in his small, delicate hands.
All the man-handling and rough manipulation of his thick inches was driving his libido wild. He could feel his heavy balls throbbing with a massive load of rich, powerful, creamy cum. Fat veins pulsed and throbbed along every inch and the plum-sized head was shoved free of its cowl of foreskin. The eyes was wet with precum, as were George’s hands when, at last, he’d pulled Willis’s 14-inch hard-on free and saw it exposed in all its glory at last.
George was staring at it, mouth agape and eyes wide. It was massive and gorgeous. He moved his hand to the helmet and surrounded the fat head with the warm softness of his palm. A thick drizzle of honey erupted from its eye and slicked his skin. Willis watched the other young man’s worshipful attentions and found his horniness increasing with every beat of his powerful heart. “Careful, dude,” he advised.
George didn’t look up from Willis’s prick. “What?”
“I’m fucking close, dude. So fucking close.”
“Really?”
Willis bit his lip and nodded. He could fucking go off right now, push up a heavy load of his thick, warm cream and splatter it all over the table, the books, the carpet, the shelves and George. The smaller boy held a rocket in his hands. He could feel its power and urgency. He stroked the massive inches with a slick, wet sound. His hand was coated thickly with a delivery of Willis’s unending stream of precum. It made his manipulations of the monster easy and quick. It throbbed in his grip and grew fatter and harder.
Willis’s hand was on top of his, stopping his talented strokes and his face was a mask of intense pressure. “Hold on,” he said, darkly. “Fuck, dude. You’re gonna make me cum right here.”
“You’re so huge,” George said, admiringly.
“I know it dude,” Willis agreed, “and I go off huge, too. So cool it a little.”
George smiled and squeezed him. “I thought you wanted me to.”
“Fuck.” Willis curled his toes and fought the urge to shove his load free. “I do, dude, I do. You’re… you feel so good. Fuck, dude, the way you stroke me, the way you look at me, I’m fucking ready to explode.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Pull your balls out.”
“George, I…”
“Pull ‘em out. I wanna see them.”
Willis reached down and shoved his pants off his hips. Then he pushed one big paw into his crotch and cupped his ball sack. It was swollen with seed and warm with sweat. He pulled his balls up, one at a time, popping them free and setting them on top of his jeans like ponderous and heavy weights.
George swallowed dryly and licked his lips. Fuck, what a pair! The hairy sack was stretched with its cargo. He could see each ball slowly move, like trapped animals. He lifted Willis’s prick to a standing position. The tip was leaking steadily, now, and came all the way up to Willis’s full, kissable lips. It sat between the globes of his massive chest and left a long, wet streak on his T-shirt. “Dude,” Willis said, “someone will see.”
“I don’t care.” George was mesmerized. He had never seen anything so godlike, so powerful, so utterly masculine. Willis’s massive prick was throbbing dully, hard as a rock, hot to the touch and leaking a thick stream of precum that smelled intensely like the owner himself. The shaft was as big around as his own wrist. The head was a plump red fruit turning slowly purple. He followed the long neck downward to the fat and heavy balls at its base, watching them move and pulse inside their tight sack of skin. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly.
“‘M gonna fucking cum,” Willis reported.
George squeezed him hard and grinned. “Don’t.”
“Gotta, dude,” he said tightly. His voice was a gruff whisper of need and desire. “Gotta fucking cum.” Willis could feel it pushing for release. He was a new Muscle Club initiate. He had a lot of catching up to do, and with a newly minted body he had cum to spare.
George leaned forward and pushed his warm, wet tongue against Willis’s tall, hard cock. Willis groaned and shuddered, the eye of his gorgeous monster opened as if gulping for air and a fresh flow of precum flowed down its side. George moved his tongue up Willis’s inches and lapped up the salty honey, sucking it into his mouth. An explosion of Willis’s scent filled his senses and his mouth. He tasted exactly like he smelled. A rich, warm tang of sex and muscle and masculine power, unfiltered and unashamed. Willis arched his back and his neck and closed his eyes and George gripped his cock hard and pressed his lips against Willis’s purple helmet and kissed and licked and sucked him urgently.
He felt the cock swell massively in his grip and he squeezed against it, but it was too hard, now. Too big, and too anxious. His fingers could no longer encompass it fully and it pressed outward with renewed vigor.
George sat back and watched it grow. Fuck, how big was it going to get? It swelled out and up, pushing higher and swelling fatter, a monster 18 inches high. The skin was stretched so tightly that it was shiny, and fat veins pulsed as it swelled.
Willis bit his lip and sucked in air and tried to hold himself back. Another sudden flood of warm honey erupted from the tip and spilled down the sides. George gathered the warm, thick flow in his hands and slicked up the giant prick, slowly stroking it from root to tip, pushing another long, luxurious flow of precum from its mouth. “Gotta cum, dude,” he whispered roughly. “Fuck, I gotta fucking cum….”
“Almost,” George said. “But I want you to tell me.”
“Te.. .tell you want?”
“How it happens.”
“What, dude?”
“How you get this big.”
Willis smiled. “You really wanna know?”
“Yeah. I really wanna know.”
Willis looked over at the smaller young man with his hands gripping onto his thick, hard cock. It was weeping a stream of honey that ran over his fingers and slicked up the 18-inch high neck. Its flesh was pulled tight and shiny, and it throbbed with deep and heavy pulses of sexual power. “I can stay like this,” he said. “I can stay hard as long as I want to.”
“What?”
He nodded. “I don’t even have to cum if I don’t want to. I can stay hard, like this,” he said, tensing his dick to iron-hard firmness, swelling the shaft fatter in George’s hand, “and get even bigger, like this,” he spoke softly, and then the helmet of his huge prick started rising again, and its long, heavy stalk began to grow, and it arched up and up, adding inches to its already unbelievable size, “and not even cum.”
“You don’t feel this?” George slowly stroked the fat inches of hot, hard prick.
Willis closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and sucked in a slow, calming breath. “Aw, fuck, yeah. Yeah, I can feel it. I feel it more intensely than you can possibly imagine, George. Your touch on my cock? It’s amazing.” He smiled again. “But I can stay like this. Hard as a rock, big as a baseball bat, leaking a steady stream of lube to coat every inch of my prick as you worship me.” He leaned toward George. His scent was overwhelming. “And never cum.”
“But what…?”
“And that’s the secret, George.”
“The secret?”
He nodded slowly. “It’s in my cum.”
“Your cum?”
“One drop, George. Just one small drop of my creamy, salty, pearly cum and I can change you.” George gulped, and stroked him more firmly. “You’ll start to grow. You’ll get bigger. You’ll feel it like heat, at first. Like… like sex.” He groaned, deep in his huge chest. “Mmm, yeah, George. That feels nice.”
“Tell me about growing. Tell me what it feels like.”
Willis grinned. “See these fucking muscles? You see how fucking huge I am? How powerful, and strong, and beautiful?” George nodded. “I ain’t even as big as I can get, now, George. We have to hide that, now. Because, George?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so fucking huge, I’d fucking tear the roof off the building.”
“No way.”
“When I grew? Yesterday? I was like you. Maybe five foot six. Scrawny little dude. You remember?”
“Yeah.”
Willis raised his arms. A fresh gush, thick and warm, erupted from his cock and ran down its 2-foot high length. He bent his arms and swelled the muscle into relief. Fat cables bunched into high balls. The fibers swarmed under his tanned flesh and bulged higher and higher. His chest swelled forward and the collar of his shirt began to tear itself open. The seams along his shoulders split, pulling the threads free to expose more of his copper skin. The sleeves ripped apart to allow his biceps to build bigger and bigger. “See, George? This is just a whisper of my ultimate power. This is just the edge of the well of my strength, and my size. You think this is big, George? Think this is huge?”
George nodded. He was rubbing the plum atop Willis’s fat prick. Even it was hard, now. But still swelling.
“One drop is all it’ll take, George. Just one drop of my cum - and I have gallons of it, dude. Fucking gallons of hot, sticky cream filling up my balls.” He tilted his head as he lowered his arms. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Say you want it, George.”
“I want it.”
“How much do you want, George?”
"I want it all, Willis.”
“Wanna get fucking huge, George?” The small boy nodded. “Want to fucking tear the roof off the building?” He nodded again. Willis smiled and guided the tip of his pendulous and steel-hard prick toward the smaller boy’s mouth. “Just a drop, dude. Just one drop and you start to grow.”
A swollen bubble of pearl-white cream began to swell at the tip of Willis’s cock. Was he cumming? Was that his cum, starting to flow because he willed it to be so? Could he do that? Could he even control how he came? George swallowed drily and licked his lips. One drop. That was all it would take. Just one drop.
“Gentlemen!”
The deep voice behind him startled him deeply. Willis’s handsome face winced and his huge body compacted slightly. The shock made him lose control for a moment, and his monstrous prick softened in George’s grip. The waiting drop of powerful cream disappeared into the flow of precum and was gone.
“Hello, Mr. Titus,” Willis said, sheepishly.
“Mr. Willis,” the huge teacher responded, and even the name sounded like a reprimand. “What, exactly, do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing,” he responded, softly. His cock was growing more and more limp, and shrinking in size. George kept his hands on it as it diminished, feeling disappointment and sorrow as the focus of his sexual desire began to wane.
“And who is your friend, Mr. Willis?”
George didn’t turn around. He could feel the huge and muscular teacher - nearly a legend on campus, now, for his control of this collection of super-powered teens and his own handsome features - looming behind him. “George,” he managed to squeak. “I’m George.”
“Put that away, Mr. Willis. You should know better than that.”
“Yes, sir.” He took his cock, now a thick, semi-firm snake, and pulled it from George’s hands. Threads of his precum, like strands of honey, pulled away with them, and dripped from George’s outstretched hands. Willis was struggling to tuck the slickened monster back into its denim cage and George felt a large, powerful hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“George,” Billy Titus said, “I’m afraid that’s not allowed.”
“We weren’t….”
The hand’s gentle grip grew slightly stronger. “There are consequences to those actions, particularly when you’re inside, that could cause us all trouble.”
George didn’t know if ‘us’ referred to the three of them, or to Muscle Club as a whole. Mr. Titus, too, smelled amazingly attractive. His scent was less strong than Willis’s, probably because Willis had his cock out and it was leaking precum like a broken hose, but it was still perceptible and highly intoxicating. It was different from Willis’s in subtle ways, and his scent had flavors and hints of other things in it that Willis’s didn’t, things so subtle but perceptible enough that George could have probably picked out each man with his eyes closed in a dark room. His cock lurched and throbbed at the intrusion of the second man’s smell, as if the sensation of sexual power had just doubled. “Sorry,” he said softly.
There was kindness in Mr. Titus’s next words. “I understand,” he said. “Nothing happened, here.” He squeezed the small boy’s shoulder again before releasing his grip.
George turned around and looked up, nearly gasping in surprise and desire at the sheer size of the teacher’s body, uneasily compacted into a polo shirt and a pair of painted-on jeans. He was smiling down at George, and his face was utter male perfection. If Willis was what happened to a young man who had just joined Muscle Club, then Mr. Titus was the honed perfection and masterfully powerful statement of the culmination of that change. He was beautiful. A god walking the halls of the school. And George suddenly wanted to see him naked.
Billy smiled down at the small boy, and realized why Willis was paying so much attention to him. He was a beautiful young man, with fine features and amazing eyes. If he were to join Muscle Club, he’d be a heartbreaker. An urge to whip his own cock out and let fly with a flood of his copious flow of cream struck him hard, and he fought against the desire with clenched hands and gritted teeth. The thing inside him, the force and power that had made him what he was, continued to grow in strength and need. The fact that Willis even attempted to invite George to join here, in such a public place - and inside a building - was proof that what he had been fearing was coming true.
True, Willis was a new initiate. He'd seen him grow, just yesterday, inside the huge classroom where the Muscle Club boys met each school day. He'd seen his body swell with power, watched his small dick swell into the veiny, huge monster he'd just put away. He knew the boy had two of them, just as he did, the final mark of a Muscle Club member - the birth of his secondary prick. Maybe the newbie was having more trouble containing his more powerful libido than he'd anticipated.
But perhaps they couldn’t contain this beast as easily as he had hoped. Perhaps it was too strong for all of them.
And something would have to be done before....
“Gather up your books, Mr. Willis,” he said, relaxing his hands. “Let’s get you back to your classmates.”
“Yes, sir,” the giant teen responded. Their two voices were like hearing mountain ranges speak. A thick, warm wave of Willis’s heady scent washed over George as the heavily-muscled young man rose from his chair and went to stand beside Mr. Titus. Then the two of them - each as large as the other, though Mr. Titus somehow managed to appear even bigger than Willis - looked at George for a moment and something silent seemed to pass between them. “Sorry, George,” Willis said at last. Then he shrugged, and his traps rose to kiss his tender earlobes.
Mr. Titus kneeled down, eye to eye with George, and said, “Be careful, George," he advised.
"But... Willis didn't do anything."
Billy's smile was angelic. "I know. Just... be careful, okay?"
"Can... can I... Willis and me...?"
Billy sighed. It was already too late. But better safe than sorry. "Come by my class after school. I’m sure Mr. Willis will be waiting.”
George’s heart leaped in his chest. His blood seemed to heat up and rush through his veins. George looked up at Willis’s face and the other boy smiled back and winked at him. “Okay,” he managed to say.
“We meet in the old auditorium, and….”
“I know, Mr. Titus. I’ll see you later, Willis!”
Willis nodded and smiled. A dark stain, the length and thickness of his heavy prick, sat against the groin of his jeans and George could see it visibly move, as if it was swelling in response. “See you later, George,” Willis answered, deeply.
Willis slung his backpack over his thick, muscular shoulder and turned. Mr. Titus rose to his feet again and smiled at George. “Don’t be in too much of a hurry, George. Things have a way of working themselves out.”
“Okay, Mr. Titus.”
Billy turned and moved toward Willis, and the Superman-sized teacher and his Hulk-sized student left the library, even turning slightly to manage their muscular bulks through the slim doorway.
George breathed slowly. The lingering scent of the two powerful men hung in the air around him, and his cock was still twitching and throbbing with every inhalation of their combined sexual smell. “Fuck,” he said softly, thinking about what almost happened, and looking toward the ceiling as he imagined himself bursting through its beams and tiles toward the bright blue sky. “Fuck.”
He checked the clock on his cell phone. 1:30. In a bit more than 90 minutes from now, he’d open the door to the auditorium and Willis would be standing there, waiting for him. He had no doubt that the other young man, as muscular as a comic book super hero and handsome as a male model, would be naked, and perfect, and hard as a rock with a gleaming drop of cum already dripping from the tip of his 2-foot high monster.
He could hardly wait.
Continued in Afternoon Delight