The Salt 5
by RdyRoger
Copyright 2009 and all that stuff
Well, we hit the park next to the new shopping center. They'd just put in a new gym there. We locked our bikes in front of the gym and stood out front checking it out.
Right then Zeke came walking up, carrying a gym bag. If I hadn't known him for 8 years, I wouldn't have recognized him.
"Hey Zeke!" I blurted out.
Zeke stopped. He looked at me. He looked at Trey. Then he looked at me.
"Travis!"
Now you need to know I'd slipped Zeke 2 heaping teaspoons of an alternate growth factor that I labeled #3 for convenience, and 1 and 1/3 teaspoons of the genital growth factor... at least, that was what I figured he'd drunk in his shake before he gave the last bit of it to Joey. Maybe he'd finished more of it than I'd thought. Maybe he'd had like 3 level teaspoons and 1 and 2/3 teaspoons of the genital growth factors. Because, little 5'3" Zeke was now 6' and 220 lb of muscle, big smooth dark muscle that mounded on his body and all of the muscles seemed to be pointing to his crotch, which swelled amazingly big. It wasn't like he'd had anything there before, but now he might as well be the king salami in his class!
"Wow! It's good to see you! Are you joining the gym? OMG is that Trey?" Zeke blinked up at Trey in astonishment.
"Yup he's hit a growth spurt, looks like you did too!" Travis stared at Zeke's quite different body.
"Shut up Travis." said Trey.
"Bite me."
"Later."
"You wish."
"Gag on it."
"hah!" Okay that was weak. Darn.
See... just like regular brothers. I guess. Zeke looked reassured to see us behaving normally. I'm sure his world had been pretty rocked by his changes. He was heading into the gym... we hadn't seen him because he'd been running around like a fool hitting every willing girl he'd been able to meet. Guess having a giant salami and huge pectorals made a difference with the ladies. Guess it was the same with the gay guys. Trey and I exchanged that look... that gay guys give each other when their straight male friends are talking about their sex with women. You know, we don't go on about our gay sex in front of straight guys. At least, I don't think we do. Do we? If so, I'm sorry.
But it was all good. Zeke was happy... and was hoping to get bigger so he could play pro ball. I'd have to figure out how to manage that he'd been a way good friend.
Turned out it was easy. He took us on a tour of the gym. I bought us some sports drink and dumped 4 teaspoons of 135 in his drink. I figured the potassium drink would hide the salt, and it did. He smacked his lips and said, "have to stay hydrated for the workout!"
Okay, so I overdid it. But last time I'd given him a smoothie he hadn't even finished it. Trey and I finished our drinks and headed out so Zeke could get home to rest. He was suddenly tired and needed some sleep.
"A growing NFL star needs his sleep," I teased him. He said he'd been out late the night before... couldn't quite remember her name though. Geez, and they say gay men are sluts.
He left. Fortunately he didn't live too far away. I'd never given anyone that much all at once... he would quite likely end up... well, huge. 6' plus that 4 teaspoons... 6' 4" at least I figured. and on top of... his obviously massive package. Well...
He wanted it.
Although, I reflected, that Zeke growing up into a football star would certainly take him away from us. And that if he'd stayed ... tiny, or normal... well, he would have... probably hung around with us. But I couldn't do that to such a great friend when I had just the easiest way of making him... helping him.
He'd have to live with it- just like Trey and I.
Well, anyways with all the hormones going through my body I just couldn't stay sad. Just then my cell phone rang. It was Mom. Where the heck were we?
Greg was coming in today. Oh crap. Cousin Greg from the UK. He was... some relation, I guess, although it was a bit fuzzy. A second cousin or something. Anyways, he was coming to enjoy the summer in the sunny USA and we had to keep him entertained. I couldn't really even remember him very well I think he was 18 now and last time I saw him he was 15 and I was 12. And he had a cool English accent but not snooty or anything. That I remember.
So we were chatting up the cute little asian guy at the counter. He gave us a discount offer rate card for the gym. Apparently they liked buff men to work out there, as that inspired others to work out as well. We had to tell him... his name was Jordan, to give us permission slips for our parents to sign. He looked surprised and asked how old we were. Fourteen and fifteen we told him. When he found out Trey was the youngest he just about freaked. He stammered a bit, about working out and growing up and how that would help us become more muscular... and he looked at my massive biceps and Trey's pecs and fell silent.
"Some people get all the luck" he commented. He wasn't angry or jealous or ... just commenting, like the weather. I thought it was very cool that a guy would be okay with his rotten luck. I asked how old he was. He said he was 21. He looked like it might be possible. Maybe. Although he looked younger than most of those actors they cast in those teen soap operas.
So we grabbed permission slips and took off for home. We made it in time to go with Mom to the airport, to greet Greg.
Mom started giving us this nervous lecture as she drove to the airport. It was about Greg and his visit and blah blah blah...
I had no idea what she was talking about. I said as much. Trey laughed.
"I think she's trying to tell us that Greg is gay and we're supposed to show him a good time."
Mom nearly swerved off the freeway.
"What is this like a gay epidemic in our family?" I demanded.
Well, at least the idea was there. And no, we apparently were not to take Greg to gay dance clubs. Not that there was anything wrong with that, as Mom pointed out.
"Wow," I said. "Joey and I can go out dancing on Tuesday night. It's a youth dance thing at the Fireplace. And 11pm it's 18 and up, but we can go dancing from 7pm to 11pm.
Mom said we would definitely not be doing that, and if we did, we would be home and in bed at 11pm.
Trey and I smiled. If she qualified it, it meant we could go.
"If Trey and Fred come we can cut out at 9:30pm and get home by 10pm."
Mom didn't say anything more. I gathered that Greg was having some trouble at home, I guess that was due to the fact that his parents were less accepting. Or maybe not, but anyway he was having a tough time of it. He would be 18.
So when we met him at the terminal he hugged my Mom and looked at Trey and I and we did the awkward pat-hug thing. Well, it worked. Greg's eyes kinda bugged out and he asked Trey how tall he was. Trey told him 6' 7" tall. Mom nearly fainted.
"I can't believe I gave birth to you two giants!" She looked like she wanted to have a retroactive hernia. But it broke the ice and we laughed. Did I mention Greg had a sexy English accent?
"Greg, with your sweet accent you are going to be very popular here!" I told him.
"We're all going out dancing at a gay club on Tuesday, it will be so much fun!" Trey told him. His enthusiasm can be infectious, i think even Greg thought going out might be fun.
That afternoon I saw Greg staring at himself in the mirror in the guest bedroom. Well, it was Mom's sewing room, but it had been turned back into a bedroom for Greg's visit.
Greg was staring at himself. He was bare chested and his arms were thin and he was about 5' 11" tall. He had sexy brown curly hair and he was not fat at all. He was going to be gorgeous when he got a bit older.
"You know that I'm just a geek, right?" Greg asked me. "I take after Mom's side of the family. I'm creative but... my brothers and my Dad, they're giants. And now I come to America and my little cousin Travis is 6'5" tall and HIS little brother Trey is 6'7" tall!"
"So? it's not a big deal." I could have bit off my tongue the minute I said it. DUMB!
But Greg just smiled. "I just need to be brutally honest."
"Greg you're being way too honest, why not give yourself some time? You're not even full grown yet!"
"If I'm not even full grown yet at 18 what does that mean for you at 15?"
Now that startled me. I hadn't thought about that. Was i still going through puberty? It didn't seem likely, as.. well, I was already so mature.
"Hey you should come to the gym with Trey and I - we can work out together. I can show you some exercise routines and you can spot for us."
Greg looked doubtfully at my giant arm when I said that.
"I just wish I had some pecs!" he pushed on his chest and looked at my jutting out chest wistfully.
I tried to slouch. That didn't work for me anymore. Not at 6'5" tall it didn't.
Well, you know I went to my room and closed the door and opened the closet and got the shoebox out and ... went through the papers from the lab.
So that was kind of interesting. There were a couple of variations I wanted to try. GF-2009-M-137 was an iteration further up the number from the 135 I'd been using. I had a lot of it as there had been a big jar of it, and the graphs seemed to peak more quickly- there was definitely more muscle density with this formulation, and the genital factors and sexual potency also seemed more efficacious. I'd learned that word from Uncle Joe at the lab. Sounded like you were ordering a bubble-up. Which I'd had once at a mexican corner store... oh right, where were we?
So the 137 also seemed to promote muscular coordination and such... faster reflexes and all that. Hmm... I might have to try one teaspoon of this myself!
But Greg was going to be here for six weeks and I hoped I'd have the chance to help him out.
So I determined to start right away, before the rents got used to him a certain way. That meant he needed to start growing now, ASAP.
He wasn't short, he was already 5'11" tall... so he just needed a boost to help his confidence. Although I wondered if he had a big muscled body and a big dick and balls if he would still feel the same on the inside? I kinda did feel the same, only a lot more horny. Growing had definitely helped my self confidence and I was getting used to people watching me every where I went. Thank God I wasn't a movie star actor wanna be. That would be... difficult with my current hobby!
But I knew that I still remembered being short and weak and not with this magnetic sexuality thing going on. I hope that with his disorientation coming to the states and the sudden sun we could keep him distracted. Greg had become my project.
Shut up! GEEZ. I promise you I met a lot of people and never thought about giving them any GF!
But Greg was family, and gay, and cute, and, you know, Mom said I had to boost his self confidence and help him fit in. I knew the best way to do that was to stand out.
So I took two teaspoons and asked Greg if he wanted a tuna sandwich. It was just that easy.
Greg kinda looked at the sandwich funny, as I know it was salty tasting, but salty tuna is yummy... esp if you have a soda to wash it down. He must have been hungry from the plane cause by the time I ate my sandwich he was done.
"Another? There's tons in the fridge and it will just go bad if we don't eat it."
Greg nodded. We were watching American sci fi TV shows and he was very into the big screen TV HDMI. Well, I said I'd be right back and I ran up the back stairs to my room and grabbed two more teaspoons of the 137 and then down the back stairs to the kitchen and made the two fastest tuna sandwiches of my life. I gave it to Greg and he ate it. But he did comment that us yanks liked to use too much salt.
"With your use of spam you think WE use too much salt?"
"Spam was imported from the USA in World War II."
"Oh." I didn't know that.
Greg smiled. The little guy had a way of winning you over to his point of view.
About a half hour later he was suddenly tired.
"Oh man I cannot stay on my feet."
He wasn't on his feet, we were watching BSG season II but anyway he really couldn't keep his eyes open. He got up and was staggering practically. I "helped" him up the stairs by picking him up, slinging him over my shoulder while he snored gently and carried him upstairs and laid him in his bed. I loosened his pants and the top buttons on his shirt. He was half awake and I said, "It's just jet lag, Greg. Hits you like a brick wall sometimes. Sleep it off, Dad will be home later."
"sslsrleely" he said and closed his hazel eyes. He was so cute. He had a little scruffy I need to shave thing going on, but he couldn't grow a beard. At least not yet.
I went down the hall and called Joey and he was home in his room and we jerked off together on the phone. He was going to come over tomorrow to hang with Greg so that was cool.
The I looked in on Greg. Snoring lightly. I went through his open bag. He wore medium shirts and some not very big underwear... most of which was going to be useless. I needed to do something but what? I knew it had to be drastic... So I took most of the shirts esp the tiny ones and his underwear and threw it in the neighbor's garbage. I left the back door open.
"Mom, Greg needs some clothes to fit in. His stuff is so going to get him ragged on."
"Take the credit card and get him something like the kids are wearing here. Lord knows your father can afford, it, you'd think we'd go on a vacation sometime or ..." I snuck out of the downstairs master bedroom, where she was doing her quilts.
Mom had great concentration. Which was great, when she wasn't concentrating on ME.
i took some of my new clothes and laid them out for Greg.
He was.. already different, and it was only an hour. Well, when he woke up he stumbled down the stairs and I caught up with him. "What happened to my clothes Travis?"
"Oh the neighbor's dog... came in the back stairs. Sorry, I left the door open. But we're taking you shopping tomorrow and buying you new clothes.!"
"These fit kinda funny..."
And then Greg stood up... and up... and up some more. He was ... much improved. His hair was amazing and .. oh, yeah, you wanted to hear about how he was 6'3" tall and had pecs that stuck out and... well, the new muscles on his body made him stand up straight, that's for sure. He couldn't slouch unless he tried. And he had an amazing ass.. kind of like Trey's only not so extreme. And he was sporting.. wow. Nice big lump there.. reminded me of Joey the morning we headed out on our ride. And he looked.. well, like he was sporting a lot of girth there. Nice fat cock.
"Snap out of it," I told myself. "He's your cousin!"
And myself said back, "and Trey is your brother."
I groaned.
"What's wrong?" I looked up. Mom was there. She looked at Greg and blinked, then shook her head. She looked again.
"Greg took a nap... jet lag hit him like a brick wall," I told Mom.
Greg yawned.
He woke up enough for dinner with Trey and Dad and Mom. Dad was working so wasn't going to be around until the weekend, we were supposed to go off road camping. Maybe. Greg was very... skeptical of camping. He swam and played badminton, whatever that was. And he liked biking so we could definitely go on a ride and hike. Come to think of it, he ran at school too. Wasn't riding and swimming and biking like triathalon stuff? Why did he have such a downer image of himself?
Well, he did say his father and brothers were giants. hmm.. I wonder how tall a giant was?
"Greg, how tall are your father and brothers?"
"Dad's like 6'6".
Greg scratched himself absentmindedly and his t shirt rode up for a second. NICE symmetrical abdominals! And the waistband on his briefs was pulled down and away from his belly. hmm... something was weighing that down.
"Greg I have a razor you can borrow if you want."
Greg reached up and touched his five o clock shadow.. "umm... thanks!"
It was an early evening but Trey did mouth to me as we trudged up the stairs, "I want you to fuck me!" He exaggeratedly pointed to my crotch and then to his amazing ass.
What a goof!
I was a lucky guy.
The next morning Greg came downstairs all awake and feeling good. From the fact he'd about run out the hot water in the shower, I think he was enjoying the ... change of scenery.
And he was even taller and bigger. He was 6'4" tall. The t-shirt from the night before was certainly in more serious distress. I guess he grew more over the night. I loaned him some of my sandals.
"Well Greg, who do you want to do today?" Trey asked from the stair.
"You mean what do I want to do today?"
"That's what I asked."
"Oh, I thought..."
"What?" Trey has the most innocent look for a 6'7" tall ..well, teenager. Then he looked at me and winked.
I had created a monster.
So why did I have a big smile on my face?