The Warlock of Wedgemont High (muscle theft)
by fucil99
This story is very much based on the same concept as "The Boy Who could do Anything!" I wrote that story so I have every right to incorporate its ideas into this one.
I.
The sky out the windows of Wedgemont High looked fierce. A storm was about the hit and the lights flickered under the heavy torrent of lightning strikes all around. Kelly sat in the dark room and eyed his dream mate Mark Gordon. Kelly had lusted after the guy since he had first seen him back when he started to go this school. Kelly watched the young proud jock pulling up in his older version red Camero GT. It was suped up and freshly painted like it was new and it looked fast strong and agile. It fit its owner to a T. Mark was bigger then most of the guys in school were, he was buff as they say his chest was an impressive 52 inches and his biceps were the classic 18-inch guns of a guy who lifted weights for the pure pleasure he got from it. His ass was that of a supreme jock's. It stuck out bubbled in a tight muscled double mound from his back that was the classic V-shape that led your eyes either up to his broad shoulders or down to that perfect ass, all of this splendor was carried buy two very muscled and very sexy legs. Mark was sitting there watching the storm approach like everybody else.
Kelly knew what it was. It was, after all, all for him--a gift from his DAD! It was the Merchingstale! ("The awakening" in English.) It was what every male child in the Kligensmizts family got as their 16th birthday gift. And it was what Kelly was waiting for. It meant the awakening of powers unbelievable to most. They would include the power to do most anything he wished for. They would become his in just a short time at the very moment he was born sixteen years ago to the second. Kelly watched as the clock neared the exact moment he was born in the sleepy German town of Niedenwadlddenkmal, Deutschland. Kelly waited as the clocked neared the time he had waiting for nearly a whole year. The storm was almost at the school by then and the most intense lightning storm anyone there had seen was raging around them as they sat in awe of it intensity. Then at the exact moment of Kelly's birth 16 years ago Then at that very second a flash of light so intense it lit the room and had everyone's eye wincing flashed and then at the very moment of Kelly's sixteenth birthday the loudest crack of thunder ever heard by any one sounded! It quite literally shook the whole school and the ground around it!
It signified one thing and one thing only! A WARLOCK HAD JUST BEEN BORN! Kelly felt it more so then anyone there did. It was after all his jarkatra! It went through him like a jolt of intense, unforgiving electricity! His veins surged and pumped the power went visibly to through his now tightened muscles, and more vascular veins, and then to his brain. His heart would regulate the power, his mind would tell his heart what to do with it. It was like the oxygen in his blood was a life-giving force it now shared his veins with. Kelly sat back with a smile on his face and concentrated on the storm. He wished for a wall of tornados to be produced and, lo and behold, there before his eyes and the others was a second fierce looking wall cloud of the storm approaching their school. Out of it came down the finger of God! A fierce looking tornado swirled out of the cloud wall and touched the ground it grew in size quickly and encompassed all most all of what they could see out of their windows Kelly smiled it was true he now had the Merchingstale!
Kelly sat back calmly as even the bravest of the class panicked and screamed. Even Mark showed some concern but remarkably no real fear of it. He sat there as if it didn't matter to him as if it did hit he would survive. While the others panicked, he sat calmly and watched it approaching never moving or showing any sign of fear. This impressed Kelly and just as the tornado got with in killing ground of the school he wished it away. And as quickly as it formed it dissipated and retracted back in to the fierce looking wall cloud.
Kelly watched the other big jocks screamed like little girls while his favorite did nothing but sigh after the cloud disappeared. Kelly studied the class's strongest guys. He would need to feed the Merchingstale soon! It wasn't human, it was an entity that he needed to feed and its food was the essence of young strong men, their strength, age and confidence were its food. And it was very hungry now.
II.
Kelly eyed the room for his first victim; he needed to feed the Merchingstale quickly after testing it so quickly. He had drained its strength and his stomach now growled as if he was starving. The symbiotic relationship had begun. It would be a fulfillment of all wishes for the rest life but enslavement as well. The Merchingstale came with a price and a heavy one at that.
Kelly watched the strong jocks all gathered in a group trying to act macho again after looking so scared just moments ago. Mark, on the other hand, ignored them and stayed seated. He wasn't what you would call status quo when it came to being a jock. He was more a leader than a follower, and people would come to him before he went to them. Kelly eyed the biggest guy in the class with the hungry eyes of Merchingstale as his dominating guide. His name was Foster Briggums. He was the schools first-string quarterback. Mark was the second-string quarterback. But that was before Kelly got the power. Now it would be poor Foster's downfall. And Kelly began the downfall right then and there.
Foster was a handsome specimen of a young man. He was tall at 6'2" and very well built. His body was well sculpted. He had been lifting weights since he was in Junior high and it showed on his magnificent body. He carried his 198 lbs. very well. His face was what you would expect a super jock to look like. Square angular face thick neck, deep brown eyes, dark almost pitch black hair, cut short but not marine style, just enough length to give it character. He had one of the best looking bodies at the school. It was even better looking then Mark's and Mark's was HOT. Foster also sported one of the hairiest chest at the school he had a coat of thick chest hair that dominated his chest and at eighteen years of age he had the look of a 25-year-old's body. His torso was straight out of a fitness magazine and Foster made sure everyone knew it too. He dressed to show it off. He always wore clothes that accentuated his superb build. He wasn't a bodybuilder but he didn't have to be. He was the shit and he knew it. He wore baggy jeans once in awhile but mostly he preferred the show all tight jeans that accentuated his powerfully muscled legs. His quads were quite impressive and he looked good in the jeans he was wearing today. Kelly loved that about the guy. He was turned on by tight fitting jeans and especially Levi's because they had the waist size on back patch. And it was just too cool to follow a guy or stand in line at a register behind a good-looking guy in Levi's, and scope out the guy's waist size. Kelly did that every chance he got, only when the guy had the build for it, of course. And Foster had the looks, the build, and the persona to go with it.
The Merchingstale was hungry for Foster as well but in a different way. It wanted his size, his strength, and his confidence! It wanted its FOOD! Kelly would be unable to stop this first feeding--it was its first meal. And all Kelly did was lead it in the right direction. Kelly's eyes fell upon Foster as he stood there acting like he was the toughest guy in the class. He was talking and laughing with his jock buddies and talking with his deep baritone voice that carried throughout the room. It was so manly and macho; no other guy's voices came close to his manly sound. The Merchingstale began its feeding on the unsuspecting macho jock! It would be a slow feast. It had only just been born so a fast meal would have to wait while it devoured Foster slowly, enjoying every bit of his young man's muscles and attributes. Before long only the fragile shell of the once strong young man would remain.
Kelly was unaware of its needs just yet, but he felt a surge stronger then that of the melding taking place with in him. It was Merchingstale feeding on the unsuspecting young jock. It was eating away his size--his very manhood--regressing the poor guy back to prepubescence with every tick of the clock's hands. Mark had gotten up to go do something. Kelly glanced over just as he stood up and watched the tightly-jeaned stud walking away from his desk! His ass was perfect to Kelly, and he was wearing Kelly's favorite Levi's. Kelly knew his waist size since he walked behind his dream guy many times in the halls of Wedgemont High. Kelly had glanced over to Mark Gordon for only a few seconds. But it was the wrong few seconds to do it. The Merchingstale latched on to Mark instantly. Mark was easily the best looking guy and he had the next best-looking body in the class and before he could stop it from happening the Merchingstale was on him as well. Not as strongly as it was Foster but it began to feed on him as well. It was taking only his size though not his age like it was poor Foster.
Now it was working away slowly at both guys. Mark was a handsome man indeed at 5'9'" he wasn't the tallest guy there but his body and face were right out of an International Male catalog. His shoulders were wide strong and muscular. His back was the perfect V shape tapering down to a thin but manly 29-inch waistline. His 159 lbs. body was well defined in every detail. His face was perfect, better then Foster's by far. He had a classy look to his face. His jaw line was angular the way a guy's face should be. His cheekbones were well defined and his eyebrows had that sexy slant to them, the kind that drops just slightly downward to the outside of his handsome face. His eyes were bright almost true blue in color. And his nose was the small-sloped unobtrusive type that's appealing on a guy. He was what every women and even some Men would say was a FOX! But that would soon change for the most handsome guy at the school it seemed things would change for a lot of the guys at the school. And it would be all the Merchingstale's doing that and the subconscious thoughts of a new but now very powerful Warlock, named Kelly.
Foster was talking away the last few minutes of the class when the first signs that he was being drained of his precious testosterone began to show. His deep voice paid the first price to the taker. It cracked back on him and raised an octave as he spoke. He caught the change in his voice and quickly coughed to clear his throat but that sounded too high to him and his face showed it. His thick eyebrows squinted together and he could feel the muscles tightening on his forehead as he did it. Deep vertical worry lines showed on his smooth forehead between his eyes. Foster, for the first time in a long time, was embarrassed! He couldn't believe the sound of his own voice!
III.
Foster lowered his head in shame over the sound of his voice, a shame he did not understand. Shame and embarrassment were new to him and he took it badly. Foster's once-deep baritone voice had changed to that of a mid-tenor's and it sounded out of place coming from the handsomely muscled young jock. Foster had reason to feel embarrassed. Needless to say after he tried to speak again and the same weird-sounding voice spoke his words for him he quickly shut up! But it was to the laughter of his comrades and fellow jock buddies furthering his own embarrassment and personal belittlement.
The bell rang announcing the end of this period's class and Foster stood there literally saved by the bell! He had a reason to be quiet now and a true longing to just get out of there, and go to the men's room to find out what the now insatiable tingling his body was experiencing was. His chest, crotch and legs all felt weird and itched as if he had been exposed to poison ivy or something. Even his upper lip and chin area itched where he had the premature beginnings of his future goatee growing! He was perplexed as to why his voice had changed so dramatically and his whole body was now a massive irritant to him as his body hair unbeknown to him was retreating back into his skin, regressing so to speak, as he did.
Mark too suddenly felt weird also, but his was more of a drained, tired feeling, like he had just worked out or something. Every muscle ached slightly and even the effort to stand up made him feel tired for some reason. He shook his handsome head and went forward out of the class and dismissed it as him just being bored with the class and the event that took place there. Mark did feel weird though and to his own surprise he had to pull his jeans up as he walked down the crowded hallway.
Kelly was walking out of the class enjoying Mark's ass from behind as he walked out with Mark right in front of him. Kelly looked down and read the patch's size as he always did. It read size 30-32. Wow, Kelly thought, Mark's getting bigger knowing Mark's old size was a 29-32, Kelly didn't know the Merchingstale was now also stealing from Mark as well! He only felt the unreal surge of power given to him by its insatiable appetite. Kelly would be given the distinct pleasure of being able to view his favorite ass all the way to their next class, a class he shared the distinct pleasure of having Mark as a roommate in. Kelly felt wonderful! Full of energy and invigorated for some reason, he enjoyed watching Mark as he walked ahead of him. Kelly did think though that Mark's jeans seemed to be a bit on the looser side on Mark now, They just weren't as tight-looking on him as they looked in the class they just left. Kelly dismissed it as just his imagination and reveled in the new surging energy the Merchingstale had given him.
Meanwhile, poor Foster had made it to the bathroom and to a mirror to see what was making his body feel the way it did. He now had to hike his jeans up as well as he walked, jeans that fit like a second skin on him only an hour ago! Now they were becoming visibly loose on him and rode down his still well-muscled but now smaller thighs as he walked. His head was filling with a new feeling he hadn't felt in along time--doubt, and even fear. He was almost too afraid to look at himself in the mirror. But he went in anyway to see what he looked he and was shocked by what he saw. His face was devoid of the growth he was so proud of. His underdeveloped facial hair that comprised his attempt at a goatee was gone! His heart sank he looked two years younger than he did that morning! He was freaking out; his powerful voice was that of a kid's now when he said FUCKING A! It sounded like a kid said it not him! He was the big, strong quarterback, not some little guy and yet now his jeans that fit him to a tee like a second skin were loose on him and barely stayed around his now-thinner waistline.
Foster's mind was reeling with thoughts now! What would his friends think of him? What was happening to him? All these thoughts raced through his head as he quite literally had to clutch the waistline of his ever-widening jeans. His mind was a blur, his fears an unreal reality. He watched as more of his age left his handsome face. His pitiful attempt at a goatee vanished, sucked into his chin and upper lip area. His thick coating of chest hairs began to thin as he stood there and watched as the years fading away from his once taut fine build. His biceps shrank till they were a girl's size at best and now despite him wanting to do it he was now wearing the new baggy jean style so prominent among teens. His heart beat wildly as this process continued. He whipped his shirt off and watched as the powerfully muscled hairy pecs lost their thick coating of chest hair first and then began to shrink in size! His mind told him to try to stop this from happening and he did just that; he grasped desperately at his firm pecs only to feel them fading away under his hands. His eyes watered till he was openly crying as he quite literally becoming an 18-year-old in a young 12-year-old's weak body! His face remained the face of an 18-year-old who was the skinny, weak type devoid of his masculinity and high testosterone level. His voice as he screamed "GOD WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!" was that of a child's now. He now had a weak-looking body that was dressed in a big guy's jeans and underwear. They hung on his now muscleless frame in folds of roomy denim that would never fit him again. Poor Foster had gone from the first string quarterback of the school's football team, to a 98lb. weakling who sounded like one too. Foster fell to his knees the excess fabric of his jeans that had feel down around his now knobby knees bunched up under his now folded twiggy legs as sat there and cried with his face buried in his now bone thin hands! The Mechingstale had its first full course meal! And the second course of that meal was Mark!
Mark and Kelly were totally unaware of poor Foster's fate.
IV.
Foster had lost a young life time's worth of workouts to the Merchingstale in a matter of minutes. His once prime body was now that of a skinny 12-year-old's. He sat on his now bone-thin legs covered from his knees down in a now oversized pair of once tight-fitting Levi's jeans. His once firm tight hairy muscled pecs were gone. Now all he had was a skinny, hairless chest that showed the outline of his rib cage. His arms were now pitifully thin and no sign of his once 20" guns remained on them at all. Now all he had were thin long, muscleless appendages that had no strength or muscle at all. His watch could ride easily up and down his thin forearm, easily almost to his now knobby elbow. Foster stood up. He pulled his belted jeans up as far as he could and the waistline went past his belly button and part of his ribs. Foster's mind was now in a state of both denial and shock! "This is a just a DREAM! This ain't real," he said in a voice that now fit his new look. Some of his friends had come into the bathroom and giggled and laughed at the way he looked now. They had no idea of who he was; to them he was some skinny junior high school kid who looked out of place at a high school.
Foster felt ashamed about his looks and quickly grabbed his discarded tee shirt and threw it on. Unfortunately his jeans took a gravity-pulled trip down his thin legs as he did it. Now before his once admirers stood a boy who looked like kid who had dressed in his father's clothes. Foster knew these guys well; they were his friends who had idolized him just moments ago and now they were laughing at him. Foster's role in the world as the head jock was gone. He would be part of the nerd crowd he so blatantly made fun of now. A true 98lb. weakling!
Kelly didn't know what had just happened to the once-biggest guy at the school. All he knew was that he felt great suddenly and his own clothes felt too small and confining on him now. He loosened his belt as he on as walked behind the guy of his dreams, Mark Gordon. Deep inside his body an evil presence was developing its own agenda. It had matured with Foster's losses. It was now out of infancy and into its early teenage stage, having taken that from Foster. It was now ready, willing, and more than able to finish it by feeding on the unsuspecting Mark!
Mark had no choice in the matter. His jeans were now too big for him and they were riding down his thinning legs and had to be pulled up all the way down the long hallway. He tried to do it without people seeing him do it but now as Merchingstale focused only on him he had no choice. He was becoming aware of the fact that his once tight-fitting jeans now felt too big and even too long for him now. Mark was losing his height as well as his muscles now. Kelly watched in dismay as his idol, his dream guy, faded away in front of him as they walked down the long hallway. He loved the way this guy looked he would have to have done the worst thing imaginable to him (Kelly) to have take even an once from this proud handsome stud! And yet it was happening right before his very own eyes.
It was too late! The Merchingstale had taken the energy it needed from Foster and now it would bring this handsome stud down too. Kelly was amazed at what he was seeing. This fine young buck was becoming less than that right before his eyes. Mark's broad muscle tee's back was getting smaller with every step he took. Mark could feel the crotch of his once form-fitting jeans riding against his now smaller but still well-muscled quads as the jeans he had on quite literally outgrew his once tightly muscled legs! A full 20 pounds had been sucked from the young stud by now and 2" of his height had also seen its last day as he walked down the hall.
Mark was becoming more and more aware of his loss in both height and weight. Mark stopped in his tracks and looked down at his now baggy jean-covered legs. A look of awe and fear showed on his still handsome but now thinner face. Mark's thick pouty lower lip hung wide-open as he had to pull his jeans up and adjust his belt to accommodate for his losses. Mark's eye began to water as he stood there, his manhood and confidence were quite literally being sucked away from him. His very manly persona was being stripped from him. Mark was suddenly afraid and suddenly feeling weak. His once firm muscled body was fading away from him quickly and it was out of his control. Mark stood there and vainly tried to tighten the belt that held up jeans no longer meant for a guy his size now. His weight continued to drop, 139lbs. became 129 and then 119 and spiraled downward till he was the smallest, skinniest kid there. His weight was only 90lbs. when it finally stopped. He had run out of holes on his belt in his now vain attempt to use, to hold up jeans clearly made for a bigger guy then he was now. Mark, the stud of the school, the man of Kelly's dreams had just been turned into the school dud a fraction of the guy he once was.
Kelly's dream boy, his favorite, now stood there in very baggy looking jeans tightened to the last hole of his belt and still threatening a gravity call, barely hanging on the former stud hanging loosely from his now 25" waist long horizontal folds hung down till they met with the fabric that was now bunched up on top of boots that were way too big for Mark now. He was now 89lbs. and only 5'3" in height. He was now even smaller than the greatly reduced Foster.
V.
Kelly's eyes were as wide as Mark's were now. He had watched his idol, his fantasy guy, dwindle down in size to that of a weakling's. The well-muscled arms now looked frail and bone thin his muscle tees straps threatened to roll of his frail thin shoulders with no real size to support them. It was way too big for the poor guy now and it hung on him like a dress that was too big for its wearer. Mark's face was still handsome though but now it belonged to a skinny, short guy. His confidence, his pride, and his physicality robbed from him in a matter of moments, what stood there now wouldn't be able to even beat up the smallest of guy at the school--because he was now the smallest guy at the school! His days of easy dates and fast times were behind him now along with his aspirations of being a football player for the pros as well. "The mighty Mark!" was his old nickname. Now "mini-Mark" would fit the once powerful stud better.
Mark was freaking out badly. His arms now weak and tired feeling, were forced to have to have to hold up jeans that now had an actual heaviness to them for guy his size now. Mark was crying now, something he would never have done before. His face was streaked with salty tears that quite literally poured down his sunken cheeks and wet the floor around his now shrunken skinny body. Mark tried to run, to get away from the crowd that had gathered and watched his demise. But as he went run he tripped, his boots were too big for his now tiny feet, and the back-up quarterback who had all the right moves of the field, failed to make even ten steps now before his own now oversized clothes trip him up.
Kelly went to Mark and helped the once proud stud up. Kelly had absorbed quite a bit of Mark's size into his own now and he looked half again as big as he was before. Where a normal young man's arms had hung from shoulder that impressed no one now huge thick vascular well muscled arms hung from a shoulder width that was easily 60" now. Kelly's clothes were uncomfortably tight on him now and he eyed the jeans that this frail 18-year-old had on now! They would fit him now where they would have surely been baggy on him before. Kelly was quite literally bursting out of the small sized 27-30s he was wearing now. Kelly looked around the now crowded hall and wished it quiet and instantly the crowd froze! It was if he had stopped time itself; they stood there in the exact poses they were the second he thought it. Even Mark had frozen in his arms! Kelly looked down at Mark and shook his head, he was so frail looking and yet still cute. He had let go of the waist of his jeans and they were now riding down his thighs as he stood there frozen in time. The fact that the jeans reacted to gravity meant he had not frozen time or space, just the school's students and teachers. Time rolled on. Kelly picked Mark up, he was so easy to lift now he seemed to weigh nothing to Kelly now.
Kelly carried him into a nearby bathroom and locked the door and wished the others to able to move again. He could hear that it had worked by the sounds of the people moving and talking as they went about their day. Kelly wished one more thing as well he wished everyone except Mark would remember him as he was now and not as he was.
Mark was his idol sure but he was also somewhat of a bully towards the smaller guys at the school and Kelly figured if he remembered his old life but had to deal with his new one it would be just desserts. Everyone would think of him as the wimp he was now and not the big football star he was. And Mark would have to change his way of thinking dramatically. It would be mean but it would also be fun to see Mark's reactions to the world around him with him as the littlest guy there. Kelly told Mark to get undressed with a commanding voice!
Mark was still in shock over what had happened to him and was in denial and thought this was all just some bad day dream or something. It just couldn't be real! He was a big macho football player and now this guy he thought was a wimp was telling him to undress and give him his clothes! No way, he thought, as Kelly had to literally undress Mark. Mark was way too weak now to fight the now bigger guy but he tried to do it anyway. He was frustrated over how easily overpowered he was now. Kelly removed his boots from his smaller feet with ease; they came right off without even having to untie them. Mark fought as best as he could but Kelly pulled his jeans off him as easily as his boots and poor Mark's underwear came right off with his pants. Mark was freaking out now and Kelly was laughing at the poor guy; he had his favorite jock right where he wanted him, almost naked and definitely helpless. A cruel and vicious thought ran through Kelly's mind now, no doubt guided by the evil Merchingstale.
He was going to have his way with the now weaker Mark, a way Mark would not like at all! Kelly's mind was now joined with the Merchingstale and it had control right now. Mark was back to sobbing helplessly as Kelly grabbed his now bone thin arms and pushed his stape-type muscle tee over his narrow shoulders. It fell around his feet. One foot still had a now loose sock halfway on and half way off, the other had lost its sock when his boot was taken off. Kelly looked at Mark now with an evil grin his dimples showed when he smiled at Mark, totally nude save the sock and skinny as a nail, the once mighty Mark. His dick looked huge and out of proportion on the now fragile looking jock; it hung down an easy 8" flaccid. Kelly thought he must have been very impressive when that dick hung down between his once very muscular thighs. But if his idol was going to be this small now, his member should at least match the package. Kelly would change that for him after he had his fun with the straight homophobic jock.
Mark had no idea of what to do next. For the first time in his young life he was afraid and helpless; there was nowhere to run and no way he could defend himself. Tears poured down his still handsome but gaunt-looking face; his mind reeled in hope that this was just some really bad dream. It wasn't. It was real and he felt that when Kelly grabbed him and forced him to his knees. Mark struggled to no avail and soon Kelly had him sitting in front of him, his face now the perfect height for what to Kelly would be ultimate blow to the once proud jock. He pulled his now bigger firmer thick shaft out of the now too tight confines of his jeans, now way too tight and small to house this monster anyway and shoved the 11"-long fully erect cock into Mark's face and grabbed Mark's nose and forced the helpless ex-jock to open his mouth for air. Kelly smiled and shoved it in his throat. Mark wanted to bite the damn thing off but resisted the thought as Kelly told him he'd kill him right there if he did that. Mark gagged and almost threw up at thought of him having some guy's dick in his mouth. He gagged but did as Kelly said and began to suck it. Kelly grabbed the back of his head and forced Mark to take his dick deeper down his throat. Kelly face-fucked his dream guy till he almost puked. To Mark, Kelly's dick was wet, salty and too big for him but he did as asked and soon Kelly came in his mouth and Mark almost puked as it happened. Kelly held his cute nose till he was forced to swallow Kelly's now tainted sperm; the rest dripped down his cheeks as tears of pure shame rolled down and met with it.
Kelly smiled as he watched the helpless thin jock cry. Kelly noticed though that the jock's own monster cock was now fully erect and as hard as his was. It looked way too big for Mark now; it stuck out an easy 10 or more inches and was pointing towards the ceiling. Kelly smiled at Mark and laughed. Mark looked down and noticed it and cringed. Why was he hard? He should have been soft after being face-raped like that? Mark's mind was a blur; none of this made sense, nothing. Kelly who was being totally taken over for the first time by the Merchingstale smiled and said, "Say goodbye to that prize of yours, Mark. It's too big for a pint-sized boy like you now!" Mark looked up at Kelly and then down to his very impressive dick and tried to cover it so Kelly couldn't hurt it. Mark's eyes widened to their fullest extent as it began to get smaller in his hands; it went slowly down in size while he grasped it as tightly as he could. It was too late; it was shrinking while still fully erect. Mark screamed as it got so small that it would have to be jacked off with just two fingers. It was now child-sized at best. Now everything about Mark had changed.
Kelly changed into Mark's clothes as he sat on the toilet and held his now 2" dick in between his forefinger and thumb. It was as thin as his thumb was now and that was thin indeed. And it was still fully erect! Kelly tossed his soiled cum stained jeans over to Mark and kissed him on the top of his head and left him there with his thoughts.