The Orphanage 9: Anthony & Ethan (musc)
by Jaypat
The orgasm was weak. Sure, it was an orgasm, and all orgasms were good, but he’d had better, a lot better. Anthony rolled off Ethan and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked over at his lover, and for the thousandth time thought about how skinny he was. They were both the same age, both eighteen, but Anthony was almost six feet tall and had some muscle on his frame; Ethan was just five seven and all skin and bones.“What’s the matter?” asked Ethan.
“Nothing,” said Anthony. They had been rooming together in The Orphanage for four years now and been fucking for two. He knew how sensitive Ethan could be, and he really wasn’t in the mood for an emotional crisis. Besides, after what he’d heard at the meeting last night, they would both soon be getting larger, a lot larger. So why make waves now?
“You didn’t enjoy it, did you?” asked Ethan.
“It was ok.”
“If you’re not happy, we could always try something else.”
Oh boy, he knew where this was going. “It’s fine.”
“Maybe you could let me on top…for once.”
“Being on top is not something you let someone do. Besides that little thing you’ve got could never satisfy me.”
“How would you know if you never try?” he sniffled.
Oh great. Ethan was on the edge of tears. Why was the guy so goddamn emotional?
A knock on the door saved the situation. “Yeah?” called out Anthony.
“It’s me. Let me in,” came the answer.
“It’s Aaron,” whispered Anthony. “Quick, get dressed.” The two of them scrambled to pull their clothes on and then Anthony opened the door. Aaron stood there holding some folded sheets.
“Oh yeah, linen day,” grunted Anthony.
“Fuck linen day,” said Aaron stepping into their room. “Check this out,” and Aaron pulled two syringes out of his pocket.
“Holy crap,” said Anthony “is that what I think it is?”
“Yup.”
“Woah,” said Ethan. “Where’d you get it?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got enough for the three of us in case things get rough.”
“What are we waiting for?” asked Anthony, making a grab for a syringe. “Let’s go.”
“Wait,” said Aaron, pulling the syringe back. “We can’t do it yet. We don’t want to make trouble for everyone else. Kevin was right. We need to stick together. These are for emergency use only, ok?”
Anthony sighed. “If you say so.”
“Don’t use ‘em, you know, unless our lives depend on it, ok?”
“Ok,” said Ethan.
“Ok,” said Aaron, and he handed the syringes over to Ethan.
I’m going to put them right here,” said Ethan, opening a desk drawer and placing them inside, “all the way in the back.”
“Good. I’ve got to go now,” said Aaron heading for the door. “Remember, only for emergencies.”
“Right, emergencies,” said Anthony.
And then Aaron left.
Anthony sat down on his bed and looked over at Ethan who sat down on his. “What do you think we should do?”
“Exactly what we said we would do: keep it for emergencies,” said Ethan. “Besides, I don’t know how it would react to my medication.”
Ethan had a hyperactive metabolism and was on medication to slow it down. He’d been a little paranoid about it ever since he had seen a TV program on the dangers of mixing the wrong drugs. But right now Anthony was trying his hardest to remember what was said at the meeting last night. He had been a little distracted at the time. “Do you remember? How big will that stuff make us?” asked Anthony.
“I don’t know,” said Ethan. “Kevin never really said. But you saw Mikey.”
Why did Ethan have to bring that up? Anthony had seen Mikey alright, and had been sporting a raging hard-on pretty much ever since. He would have loved to get that guy alone in a room for a few minutes, except that wasn’t going to happen. But he still had Ethan, and when he was mounting him, he could still close his eyes and picture Mikey. Why couldn’t Ethan look a little more like that? “Mikey was pretty hot.”
“You think so?”
O-oh. Better change the subject fast. “You think we’ll get that big.”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying that much attention.”
“Of course, you weren’t. You were looking at Mikey just like I was, weren’t you?”
“Maybe,” said Ethan, blushing a little.
“It’s ok. How could you not? How could either of us not? Don’t you want to be like that? All it takes is a shot.”
“We said we wouldn’t, except for emergencies.”
There was a moment of silence while Anthony struggled to remember exactly what Mikey and Kevin had said at the meeting. But every time he thought about it, all he could see was Mikey’s ripped eight pack and his bulging pecs and his mammoth arms. Crap, he was starting to get hard again. And all he had to relieve himself was skinny-ass Ethan. Fuck!
“Maybe you should give that stuff a try,” suggested Anthony.
“We promised only in an emergency.”
“But if the stuff takes hours to work, and if we wait for an emergency, it might be too late.”
“We promised,” said Ethan crossing his arms.
Crap! Anthony knew that look. Ethan was going to stick to his guns no matter what. But there might be another way.
“Strip,” said Anthony.
“What?”
“I want to fuck. Talking about Mikey and growing huge has gotten me fuckin’ hard again.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Are you telling me you don’t want to? Come on, Ethan, I know all those fucking muscles got you just as hot as they got me. Are you going to try to deny it?”
Ethan looked at the floor and shook his head.
“Good. Then, let’s go.”
Ethan started to pull off his clothes. As the thin kid was pulling his shirt over his head, Anthony slipped open the desk drawer, pulled out a syringe and slipped it into his pocket. He made it just as Ethan’s head emerged from under his shirt and it went fluttering to the floor. It didn’t take Ethan long to lose his pants, and suddenly there he was, naked in all his stick-boy glory.
Anthony knew Ethan had an ultra fast metabolism and that’s why he didn’t put on much weight, but seriously, the guy looked like a famine victim. Each rib was clearly visible. His arms were bone thin and they were actually thicker in the elbows where you could see the knobby joints. His legs were a slightly longer, thicker versions of his arms and his pelvis was clearly visible. His pecker was so small sticking straight out forward above his small ball sack, that if it weren’t for the shadow of hair growing above it, Anthony might have thought puberty hadn’t arrived yet.
Anthony sighed.
“What?” asked Ethan.
“Nothing. Lie down on the bed.”
“Well, when you put it like that, how can I resist?”
“Are you going to lie down or what?”
“Sheesh. Aren’t you even going to take off your clothes?”
Anthony reached around, pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He was proud of his lean physique. He didn’t have much size, but what he had was well defined. And next to Ethan he looked like Mr. Universe. “Happy? Now lie down.”
“What’s the matter with you?” asked Ethan as he sat on the bed and then lay down on his back
“Sorry, this whole thing is just making me a little edgy. Turn over.”
“Turn over? That’s all I get? Turn over? And who said romance was dead?” But despite the protest, Ethan sighed and rolled over on his stomach anyway. As soon as he did, Anthony reached down, picked up his pants and pulled the syringe out of the pocket.
“What are you doing?” asked Ethan.
For an answer, Anthony climbed onto the bed and straddled him. He looked down at Ethan’s back. Not only could he see his shoulder blades in sharp relief, he could see every vertebra under his skin and even some of his ribs. Anthony looked down at his own dick, hovering above Ethan’s scrawny ass. It was completely flaccid, not even a spark. Time for a little lighter fluid.
“What are you waiting for?” asked Ethan.
Good question. He lifted the syringe, squirted a little out and then plunged it into Ethan’s non-existent butt cheek.
“Fuck!” shouted Ethan. “What was that? What did you do?”
“I gave you your shot.”
“What?! Why would you do that?” Ethan was struggling now, trying to turn over, but Anthony held him in place.
“Because I just can’t bring myself to fuck your scrawny ass even one more time. You need some meat on your bones.”
“How can you say that?” said Ethan sniffling.
“You’ve said it yourself. You hate being thin.”
“But what about my metabolism medication? Did you even think about that?”
“Yeah, I thought about it. It’ll probably slow things down a little, but that’s ok; I’m a patient man.”
“But you promised, you promised Aaron.” Ethan was now sobbing.
“What can I say? I’m weak.”
“How could you do this to me? Don’t I mean anything to you?”
‘For Christ’s sake, you’d think I poisoned you! Calm down and relax. What you’re about to go through should be pretty hot.”
“Hot?” said Ethan, and then his sobs took on a new cadence, raspy, throaty and deeper.
“It’s starting, isn’t it?” asked Anthony. “Can you feel it? What does it feel like?”
“It feels…” started Ethan, his sobs suddenly stopping. “It feels…pretty good.” He let out a groan. “Oh my God, it feels fucking amazing. I think… I think I’m growing.”
And as Anthony looked down at Ethan’s back, he could see it slowly starting to change. Little mounds were rising up under his skin, spreading out and thickening, obscuring his ribs. Then on each side of his spine, the mounds widened into slabs and swelled up into huge, thick chunks of ripped muscle, burying his vertebra in a deep chasm which suddenly formed between them.
“This is so fucking hot!” shouted Ethan in a new, deeper voice.
“Fuck, yeah,” breathed Anthony as he watched Ethan’s boney shoulders take on a rounder shape and began swelling into small powerful looking globes, while his arms grew steadily thicker.
Damn. This was happening a lot faster than Anthony expected. But he had no cause to complain. His boyfriend was rapidly growing one of the hottest bodies he’d ever seen.
His eyes dropped down and Anthony watched Ethan’s butt bubble up, full and hard. Anthony’s dick needed no more convincing. Suddenly as hard as he’d ever been, he wasted no time entering Ethan’s hard expanding hole, slowly pumping as he watched his lover’s back swell and expand with layer upon layer of rippling muscle. OhfuckOhfuckOhfuck.
“Harder, Anthony, God damn it!” called Ethan. “Fuck me harder!” And Ethan’s voice was different, lower, more commanding. And Anthony liked it and he fucked him harder, pounding Ethan’s ass with everything he had.
“Come on, you pussy, harder!”
What the fuck? It wasn’t just the voice that was different. Ethan had never spoken to him like that before. “Ethan?”
“Come on, Anthony get it in gear! Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhh FUCK!” And then Ethan suddenly bucked as his back exploded with size. Anthony almost fell off, but the sight of those enormous lats, huge and ripped, shoving Ethan’s bulging arms further out from his side, was just too much for Anthony, and he came. He came harder and more powerfully than he had ever come before. “AHHHHHHH FUCK!”
“No, you fucking didn’t!” shouted Ethan.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Get off of me.” Ethan started to get up and Anthony nearly had a heart attack. He had seen Ethan growing, his muscles bulging up huge in front of him, but he hadn’t realized just how big Ethan had gotten until he moved. It was like the ground beneath him had started to shift. Suddenly he realized he wasn’t straddling Ethan anymore he was kneeling on him. And before he knew it, he was sliding off of him. Thump! He hit the floor and looked up. Ethan had his huge feet on the floor and he had started to stand, and he just seemed to keep rising up and up and up, until the top of his head brushed the ceiling. Jesus, he wasn’t Ethan anymore; he was a fucking walking mountain. He still had Ethan’s face—or at least something like Ethan’s face. His features, while still recognizable, seemed rougher, squarer. But that was where the resemblance ended.
That familiar face sat on a neck like a fire plug, with thick arteries running down each side like cables and disappearing past mammoth sloping traps. His fucking shoulders seemed to stretch out forever before ending in mammoth, basketball-sized delts. His pecs were just fucking unbelievable. Bulging out at least a foot in front of him, those massive globes showed every muscle fiber they were made from, and cast a shadow over 8 brick-like abs which seemed to be pushing themselves outward from under Ethan’s skin, almost as though they were trying to separate from his body.
And below that… Holy fuck! Below that was Ethan’s cock. Semi-hard the thing had to be over a foot long and at least as thick as Anthony’s forearm. Anthony found his boyfriend’s new member to be almost hypnotizing, as it half dangled, half swayed between the two most massive thighs Anthony could have ever imagined.
“Oh yeah,” said Ethan checking his body out. “Oh yeah! Look at me! Fucking look at me! This is so fucking awesome! Look how tall I am!” said Ethan as he raised both hands and placed his palms flat on the ceiling. He grinned uncontroalbly as he looked down at Anthony. Then he caught sight of his gigantic arms and his grin dissolved into a look of awe. “Fuck, I’ve got muscles… Huge fucking muscles.” And Ethan stretched out his titanic arms and slowly drew them up into a double bicep pose. Anthony gasped as Ethan’s upper arms expanded and expanded and expanded until they formed two inhumanly large boulders of hard, veiny flesh.
“So this is what it feels like to have muscles, to have fucking power in your body” He leaned over an licked his own bicep. “I feel amazing, huge and heavy, unstoppable like a fucking tank. …and so fucking strong,” he said softly, staring at his mammoth bulging biceps. “I wonder…”
He reached over and casually snapped off a piece of his steel bed frame like it was made of balsa wood. Anthony watched the massive cords in Ethan’s forearms ripple as the titan effortlessly crumpled the piece of steel into a ball. “Oh yeah,” said Ethan quietly, “I’m a muscle beast now, a fucking monster! This’ll work. I like this. “
Anthony suddenly realized his mouth was hanging open. He tried to close it but he couldn’t. He tried to speak but he couldn’t. He thought Ethan would get big and ripped but nothing had prepared him for this; there was a fucking titan in front of him.
“What’s the matter, Anthony?” boomed Ethan. “This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” And then Ethan pulled a most muscular. Every gargantuan muscle is his freakishly over developed body bulged up to an impossible size, showcasing every muscle fiber and vein in sharp relief.
Anthony’s dick went from zero to orgasm in 1.3 seconds.
“Fuck!” Ethan dropped his arms in disgust. “You did it again! That’s two for you. You owe me, dude.”
“Owe you?” said Anthony, finally finding his voice.
“It’s time for you to get me off.”
Anthony didn’t know if he could do it. He’d already cum three times in the last twenty minutes. But another look at Ethan’s massive, bulging body and he could feel himself springing back to life. “Ok, if you want to lie back down, I’ll climb up there and—”
Ethan cut him off with a laugh. “Not this time, Anthony. It’s time to see what your tongue can do with my new monster cock.” Ethan grabbed his dick and wangled it toward Anthony.
“I don’t do that.”
“Why not? I did it for you often enough.”
Anthony didn’t know what to say. Ethan had done it willingly. It wasn’t like he’d forced him.
“Ok,” said Ethan, “if you don’t like that, let’s see just how tight that virgin ass of yours is.”
“I don’t think so, Ethan. We’ll do this the way we’ve always done it.”
“Yeah? Well that’s just not going to work for me anymore. Besides that little thing you’ve got there could never satisfy me now.”
Anthony was starting to get it. Ethan was mad because of what he’d said earlier. Well, fuck him for being so God dammed sensitive! Anthony wasn’t about to play his stupid little game. He stood up and started to gather up his clothes.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” asked Ethan.
“I’m done here.”
Suddenly, Anthony felt Ethan’s massive hands close around his midsection. Before he knew it, he was being lifted up into the air, until he was face to face and nose to nose with Ethan.
“You’re fucking done when I say you’re fucking done. Got it?” And then Ethan pulled Anthony in and kissed him, holding him right up tight to that hard, massive bulging body.
Anthony’s body felt like an electric charge was running through it. His whole body was lighting up. He was lost in a euphoric sensation unlike anything he could ever remember. And when Ethan released him he felt dizzy, disorientated. He gulped. He knew he should be pissed, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t scared either. The sensation of being effortlessly lifted two feet off the ground by his colossal lover, and being held helpless, right up to those gargantuan muscles, was just really turning him on. And then that kiss… Almost before he realized he was hard, his cock had exploded again. This time he came all over Ethan’s brick wall stomach.
“Fuck!” shouted Ethan. “You’re just squirting all over the place like a God damn grapefruit.” He set Anthony down and grabbed a bed sheet to wipe himself off. “I always said we should kiss more.”
Anthony just nodded.
Ethan sat down on his bed. “Come here.”
Anthony trotted over.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
Anthony nodded again.
‘There are other things you might like. So, you’re going to learn to try new things.” Ethan slapped his gargantuan thigh. “Look at that. Is that fucking awesome or what?” He flexed his quads and they bulged up massively with each individual muscle clearly defined under the skin. Anthony was getting hard again. It was starting to hurt but he couldn’t help it.
“I can’t tell you what it feels like to have legs like this, the fucking size and weight of it. The fucking power behind the slightest twitch. It’s in-fucking-credible.”
Oh fuck. If Ethan didn’t shut up, Anthony was going to cum again.
This afternoon you could almost fit your hand around my leg,” Ethan said. “Try now.”
Anthony reached out his hand and was shocked to see it was trembling. He grabbed Ethan’s leg, and it was like grabbing warm granite. And the size of it… His hand was completely dwarfed by the colossal configuration of bulging sinew. His dick was starting to boil. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum again,” he gasped.
“No, you’re fucking not,” said Ethan. “If you fucking cum again before I say you can, I’ll have to punish you.”
Anthony couldn’t understand it. For some reason, Ethan’s threat was making it worse. “Oh fuck!”
“Hold on to it, Anthony. Come on, you can do it.”
And Anthony closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Ethan. He couldn’t look at himself. He cleared his head and tried to think of algebra. He was breathing a mile a minute, but ever so slowly he started to cool down.
“Good boy, Anthony. Now, climb up into my lap.”
And Anthony did, trying not to look too hard at what he was climbing onto. It was like climbing onto a warm marble throne.
“Just look at your ass,” said Ethan. “I’ve always loved your ass, Anthony. And now it looks so damn cute.”
Oh fuck. Anthony was getting hard again.
“Keep a handle on it, Anthony,” said Ethan sternly. “Now I’m going to lift you up and when I bring you back down again, it’ll be time for that new experience I was talking about.”
And then Anthony felt Ethan’s powerful hands close around him again, and he felt himself lifted up into the air. He knew what was coming. He couldn’t explain it to himself, but he was actually looking forward to it.
He felt himself being lowered on to Ethan’s monster shaft. At first, the sensation was uncomfortable and then it passed on to something else, something he wasn’t expecting, something intensely pleasurable. Ethan was raising and lowering him, rhythmically sliding him up and down his cock. Anthony started moaning and he was hard again, perilously hard. “I’m going to cum,” he said.
“Not before me,” said Ethan.
“I can’t help it.”
“Not before me.”
And Anthony held his breath, and bit his tongue, and tried everything he could think of to hold the eruption back. And finally just when he thought he might burst, he felt Ethan’s cock spasming inside of him and he let loose. The resulting orgasmic explosion was the most intense feeling he had ever experienced. He shook with the force of it. And when it was over, he felt limp, completely spent. It took him a couple of minuets to realize that Ethan had set him on his lap again.
“There, how was that?” asked Ethan.
“Nothing could ever top that,” gasped Anthony. “I think I’m ready to die now.”
“Not before we try it again,” laughed Ethan.
“I can’t,” said Anthony. “I don’t have your stamina.” Suddenly, he got an idea. “Maybe If I grew too, I could keep up with you.”
Like lightning, Ethan leaned over and brought his massive fist down on the desk, reducing it to splinters and destroying anything that was inside it—including the second syringe.
“What did you do that for?” gasped Anthony.
“Calm down, Anthony. Christmas isn’t canceled, just postponed. You’ll grow. In fact, I’m really looking forward to it. But today… I still have a couple of lessons to teach you.”
Anthony looked from the smashed desk to his muscle beast lover. Things could be worse, a lot worse.