The Salt 3
by RdyRoger
Copyright 2009 and all that stuff
The thing of it was that the parents were so freaked out by Trey coming out of the closet that they completely overlooked the fact that he was a now 14 year old kid who was slightly taller than my 6'3" tall frame. He was still lankier than I was... but muscled enough that he would have been a good candidate for a male model except he was 25 lbs. too muscled- And he was 14.
And.. well, you know... he was huge. Probably as big as Joey, you know, in the shorts. Or the longs. Or the pouch. Or, as Trey called it when he had to wear speedos or jammers for swim team, the ouch. As in too tight.
Seriously, when he lounged around the house, wearing his new sweats, his package was ever present. When he walked down the hallway in the morning, scratching the bit of hair on his belly that threatened to bloom into a treasure trail, his toothbrush still jammed in his mouth, his pendulous meat was contained by his boxer briefs but certainly not constrained... the lycra just gave up and gave into the demands of gravity as he leaned against the hallway door, chatting with me and lounging. When he would lean against the door frame his package would hang down his left leg. When he stood upright, his meat quite obviously pointed between his legs and to the center of the earth. When he strolled down the hall after coming in from school, his package swayed like a pendulum between his legs in his baggy jeans. When he needed to wear briefs cause he wanted to wear shorts, he would pad down the hallway back to his room from his morning trip to the bathroom, his balls would be visible under the stretched fabric, below his bubble butt, between his thick thighs as they swayed in synchronicity with his stride.
Trey was ... amazingly, a nice guy. We even did things we hadn't in years, played chess, or watched TV without arguing. And he even went on a morning jog through the neighborhood with me.
The birthday party was kinda weird. He was ... you know, and the other kids, well, not so much... at all. But he was super nice to all of them, and the girls too, although he was now officially "Gay".
No big deal, wow. Even since I came out- what a rough time I'd had... They all thought it was no big deal.
Then Trey told me at the party, later, that he was happy I'd taken all the heat. He gave me the credit for coming out first at the school in my freshman year and that was the start of the G&L center. Well, it was true I was one of the founding members but I'd never been president even. Which I pointed out to him. He said that being president was nothing compared to being the first one to come out.
Now I was gonna get all emotional so I changed the subject.
I stood up cause Mom yelled that Joey was here.
"Happy Birthday, Runt."
It just made Trey smile these days. Which was the point.
I walked out onto the terrace and Joey was there. All 6'6" of him. And, he was so happy to see me, his eyes lit up with that turquoise flash. Have I ever mentioned his gorgeous eyes? Not that it would have mattered if his eyes were brown or hazel or black or blue and any other color you can imagine... he was Joey Franco and I was seriously stupid over him.
He looked at me. I looked at him. Every inch of him from his blonde spiky gelled hair to his turquoise eyes... I mentioned his eyes were turquoise, right? to his beautiful smile and his pecs, the valley running down between them into his rock hard abs and down to... wow, and his big legs and calves and feet and... he was looking at me looking at him. He smiled like a little kid. Dumb, he was the tallest guy at the party. But that's what it looked like to me. I never wanted that smile to leave my life. And he could see that. I knew it. I blushed.
Score one for Joey Franco. He finally got me to blush.
"Hey handsome!"
"Hey gorgeous."
"Hey."
"Hey."
It was enough. And the kiss was full of promise of many wonderful moments to come.. and days- maybe even weeks. I wasn't going to make promises to myself about stuff like that. Made my heart skip a beat and my stomach hurt. BFs- more trouble than they were worth I am sure!
Then we were in the party and it was Shakespeare and lights and the room was spinning and people were laughing and happy and I can't remember a single word said that night. Didn't really matter... it was Joey and I was Travis and that was everything.
Fred wasn't there.
I was wondering about Fred. He'd been hanging out with Trey but I hadn't seen him. I asked Trey if he was coming... but there wasn't a definite answer. Yes he was still my bothersome brother and cool as he seemed to be turning out he did manage to irritate me. But that was normal. We were brothers. And I hadn't seen Fred when he'd snuck out of the house the prior week... so I had no idea about the results of the muscle growth and genital growth factors I'd given him. I mean, two heaping teaspoons and then the teaspoon of muscle density... and the heaping teaspoon of genital growth with the added sexual performance enhancer and big balls enhancer too...
Well, that was starting to make me wonder. Did I give him too much? or did it not really work?
So I made a point of asking Trey if he and Fred wanted to go to the beach with Joey and I. It worked, so we made plans to get on our bikes on Saturday and head out to the beach. Joey was kind of wondering why I invited my brother along, but I explained to him about Trey and Fred and that they might need some friendly advice and some friends to hang with. Besides, I figured, Joey and I would have time on the beach for ourselves, and it wasn't like we were gonna have sex there cause there was way too many people!
So we packed up a lunch and Mom gave us some money for soda or pizza too.
We were standing in the driveway, I was there, Trey was there, Joey was there... towering over us, but so sweet. Trey was definitely taller than me. He'd done a lot of growing up recently and that was the visible part. But being tall and muscled and sexual... it made him grow up inside too. I hope it didn't ruin his childhood. He pretty much missed everything from 14 to 21 thanks to the muscle growth factors.
I heard a bike approaching and turned. It had to be Fred. And sure enough it was. He pulled up and stopped. He was breathing pretty hard, he'd raced over here it seemed.
I gulped. He was... I mean, it wasn't, I didn't think... well... he was different. Yes, that was it. He'd grown, from 5'4" he now stood about 5'8" tall, but... well, his muscles... they were, I mean, gigantic. I didn't realize that what I had given him would have such an effect. Maybe I should have because of Joey getting some of the same in Zeke's smoothie... but really... how the heck did he get into those bike shorts? They were straining at the seams... and that wasn't all that was straining... looked like Fred had something really big going on in his trunks too...! - a big round bulge.
Well, we just hit the road. Joey seemed oblivious to the changes, I wasn't sure if he really even knew Fred was Freddie.
We rode down to the beach in a couple of hours. That was fun. The weather was great and it was on to full summer now. Joey was already developing the golden brown tan blond surfer look from a couple of hours in the sun.
When we got to the beach the weather was great. We locked up the bikes, and not far from them put down some towels and kinda did the discreet change your clothes on the beach with nobody watching if you were lucky and get your trunks on.
I wore a speedo, bright red. Was a bit tight getting it up the thighs and stuffing my meat in it but I had checked at home to make sure they would hold.
Joey whistled at me. "Go whistle at yourself you big... everything!"
Joey wisely wore some yellow square cut stretch trunks with red stripes on the waistband and down the sides. On most guys it wouldn't have looked like anything much but Joey couldn't have worn less and not been arrested for indecent exposure.
He just grinned at me. The sneak. I know he was learning that I was powerless to resist that sneaky grin.
Trey... well, he was a male muscle model, only, the gay catalogs would sure love to have him model their briefs. CK where are you ?
He quickly pulled down his bike shorts and was naked from the waist down. It was the first time since the change I had seen him. Okay, so he wasn't as big as Joey. Maybe. But for being 6'3" + and built like he was... WOW. His thick white penis flopped down, longer than mine, and he was sporting bigger balls than mine too. He grinned, a bit embarrassed from being naked, ducked his head and grabbed his trunks, which were - a red speedo... same as mine. I mean, the exact same style. He fumbled with them, trying to hurry, so of course it took longer and we all got a good long look. Nice! He pulled the red stretch fabric over his thighs and then packed his meat in his pouch awkwardly. The he stood up and smiled, relieved. He stripped his t shirt off over his head and so did I. His speedo was the same as mine.
"Wow, same speedo."
"Mom took me to Extreme Sports in the mall yesterday."
"Oh, right on the sale rack as you walk in?"
"Yeah,"
" I bought mine on Wednesday over there after school."
"You two could almost be twins," said Fred.
Trey looked a bit embarrassed but happy. It was pretty obvious that Trey had a bigger package, but hey, I was still the big brother.
Otherwise, except for the fact I was so much more muscled, and my hair was lighter and Trey was a bit taller, well, yeah, we could almost be twins, but we weren't. We were brothers and it looked like it.
So then Joey stripped off his XXL t shirt. WHEW! That boy is gonna give me a heart attack. I mean, just when you think you get used to something you take it outside and get it practically naked in the bright sunlight at the beach. I noticed Joey had bigger pecs than I had even realized. He stretched to get the kinks out of his back from the bike ride and loosen up for a swim.
"Showoff!" I told him.
He looked at me with a lazy smile and smiled. The bastard.
He knew I was loving it. And Trey and Fred didn't mind it either!
So it was us in our swimsuits and Fred was being kinda awkward but he turned his back and pulled down his bike shorts and then when he went to step into his trunks I saw his cock and balls, hanging from up under his muscle leg as he lifted the leg to step into the swimsuit.
Seriously. wow. He had balls bigger than Joey. And a super thick cock hanging down over them. wow. That genital growth factor extra really kicked it into overdrive- overgrowth- I guess.
I didn't say a word as Fred pulled his navy blue square cut trunks up. They kinda got stuck on his thighs so he had to relax his legs and kinda work them up. When they got stuck again Trey walked over... the ASS on my little brother!... and knelt down in front of Fred and gently helped him tug the trunks over his thighs. Fred managed to pull up the stretch fabric over his giant balls and cock, and stuffed his hand down the front to push things down. Then he was dressed.
Okay the square cut trunks had probably been a good idea, but the stretched basket pouch was so big and heavy that instead of making a straight cut line of fabric across his legs, the basket hung down more than 50% below the fabric lined across the top of his quads and that only accentuated how big his basket was.
Not that I was complaining!
He looked phenomenal... Black hair and eyes and giant muscles... truly giant muscles, and he was wearing navy blue trunks with those dark hair and eyes.
If it wasn't for Trey and Joey... well, relationships complicate things. But they are worth it!
We didn't say anything. Well, I said, "Race you to the water! Last guy in is a lazy lounge lizard!"
Hey, I was 15 okay?
We dove into the surf, we'd wait for a big wave to head for us and break and we'd dive under it and feel the cold bracing water bouncing us around under the ocean. Or we'd turn if the timing was right and body surf into the shore on the wave.
It was great. We had a lot of fun. But that wasn't all that happened that day.
We were facing some pretty big waves and decided to come in when a lady up the beach started screaming. I don't even remember making the decision but the next thing I knew my feet were pounding the sand as fast and hard as they could and I was running up the beach to where she was screaming and pointing.
It only took one second to see what was wrong. Out in the water a man floated face down next to a surfboard.
"He hit his head!!!!"
I dove in the water and plowed through it using the breaststroke which is the fastest stroke if you have the power. I reached the man in about 15 seconds and then noticed that Joey was right beside me. I grabbed the guy and got him turned face up but he wasn't breathing. I grabbed one of his arms and Joey grabbed the other and we dragged him fast as we could to shallower water. The minute I could stand I picked the guy up and started giving him mouth the mouth in the surf. Joey was right beside me as he helped me get the guy up to the beach. Trey and Fred were trying to keep hysterical lady off of us so we could work on the guy. He had a shallow cut on his forehead but it was bleeding. I think that was a good sign, right? Dead people don't bleed like that do they?
Well it seemed like a million years but it was probably just 30 seconds or less and the guy heaved convulsively and we flipped him over... actually Joey just picked him up and turned him like he was a matchstick, and the guy coughed water out of his lungs and then he puked and Joey pounded him - very lightly- on the back and said, "just breathe!"
Then the lifeguard was there and five minutes later the ambulance was there and the man and his weeping girlfriend were gone. They'd left all their stuff on the beach so we gathered it up and asked the lifeguard where the hospital was. It wasn't really too far away so we decided to make a short day of it and changed back into our bike shorts and gear. Trey rubbed down Fred with a towel and I realized I was doing the same for Joey.
The lady had left her purse and the guy's wallet and everything. The police hadn't even arrived before the ambulance was gone and now there wasn't really a reason for them to show up.
We dressed in silence, it was really different. The sun was yellow and the sky was blue and we didn't have anything of import to say.
We made pretty quick work getting to the hospital and we found the lady and her guy... Fred just kinda shoved the bundle into her arms and she set it down and she took her purse and the guy's wallet and we just wished them well and backed out of there and headed home. I think he was gonna be okay.
After we'd ridden about a mile Joey said, "I'm starving."
Joey didn't get hungry... Joey got starving.
So that broke the ice again and we laughed and stopped at a park and recreation center and laid out our lunches.
There was a public bathroom there, thank god... and while the others went off to use it I kept an eye on our stuff and salted Fred's and Trey's and Joey's sandwiches.
What..? You didn't think I was going to pass up the opportunity when Trey thought it would be cool to be 7' tall?
We ate in silence, but the company was good.
"Good thing we went to the beach today," Trey said.
Joey Franco leaned over to me and said in my ear- I'm pretty sure Trey and Fred heard cause Joey had a very resonant sexy voice, "I think watching you stand in the surf and give mouth to mouth to that guy is the sexiest thing I will ever see."
My cock throbbed in my bike shorts and I had to literally hold my hand down on it to keep it from springing to a full erection.
Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "when I got out there and turned around and you were right on my tail... that was the best moment of my life."
"Just keep watching, I'm gonna keep on your tail."
Then I had to get up and walk away cause I did spring a boner.
See how much trouble boyfriends can be?
There, I used the BF word. I guess I was stuck.
kinda super glued, actually.