My Body: The Birth of the Body

Dear all,

Oh heyyo! ;) My name is Marc. Some unnamed force made me decide to write this during work. Once I started, I couldn't stop. And I don't wanna stop! I plan to write more about this story in the near future. Much of my writing is as romantic as this, so if you don't like my style, either tell me so or don't read it. LOL I don't plan on writing really anything about oral/anal sex, since I'm really not into either, but rather, this story is more about the miracle of the male body as it grows in puberty and beyond, and about the self-discovery of its sexual wonders. I also concentrate on safety and intimacy in this story, and highly encourage both practices in real life.

Please forgive me if some of this material does not sound original. I admit that MANY different works have influenced me to write as well as my constant modes of thinking about the male body. These include:

"The WereBear Chronicles" (for a nicely erotic description of bodily growth and transformation)

Numerous Discovery Health Channel shows - for visibly showing the arousing and amazing miracle of the male body

Walt Whitman and James Broughton - for successfully putting into words what my body, heart, and mind use to show my love for the male body

D.S. - for constantly reminding me that I AM a good person, no matter what anyone says

C. - for giving me the internal hope that someday, he and I will be able to share a special intimate love together that describes our close-knit friendship

Every single one of my friends and even my two exes - for showing me that beauty is in every man, and that every man deserves love, no matter what.

He he, okay, NOW I'll let you go and read the story. PLEASE feel free to contact me with questions, comments, or offers to meet up somewhere to talk if interested (that is, if you're in the Northern Virginia area)! Enjoy the story!!!

Marcus

P.S. I encourage you to explore your own body as you experience Brian's.

P.P.S. The main character in this story is black, and I am white. I don't think I have been racist at all in this story (maybe favoritist in a way), but if I seem to be in some way, e-mail me immediately and I will change it. I just decided to do it because I truly think black is beautiful in its own unique way, as you will see in the story.

Brian laid out his school clothes for tomorrow and started to pull off his socks. What a weird day. He knew from everybody's comments that all humans HAD to learn about sexuality sooner or later, but today's information seemed like too much to be taken in all at once. Besides, it seemed so unbelievable that he could undergo such drastic changes in his life! He pulled off his shirt and wondered why they didn't show a black man's body up on the screen. Well, he thought, one can't be completely politically correct. Still, he was curious as to if certain things happened to a black man's body that didn't happen to a white man's body during puberty, or vice versa. He stood up and looked in the mirror at his chest, which still looked rather small and unassuming. He was still only about 5 feet or so, and didn't seem to be growing at all. Change wasn't that important to him, but he felt a slight breeze of excitement at the possibilities that he would encounter as he grew. He wondered if he would become like his father, a big, bearded, barrel-chested man, or like some kind of thin nerd. He had hoped for the former, though he couldn't explain why he favored it.

He slid his underwear off and looked down at his small two-inch penis. He chuckled slightly as he recalled some of his friends talking things over that day.

"Yeah, man, but I heard that us brothas have fuckin' BIG cocks!"

"Yeah, right, how big?"

"Heard my sis say that her man has one that's nine inches!"

"Damn, man, how does he get hard without getting hurt??!!"

"Dunno, but it's friggin' WEIRD man...All I know is, she seems to LOVE it."

Brian winced. Who would want a penis that big? Admittedly, he wanted his own to be slightly larger, but today's lessons in class eased his mind of that desire. He wondered how large his would grow in time.

He looked at the soft brown dangling tube hanging between his legs and touched it gently. He examined it, a thing he had never done before. It had a slightly rough texture than the rest of his skin and was uncut. He gently pulled the foreskin back like he had done several times during showers, and examined the head. It was a little shiny, and had its one slit right at the tip, as usual.

Brian was still confused. How could such a thing be used to create life? Could something so microscopic and small grow into a complex human like himself? It was weird, but also amazing.

His attention was jolted by a sudden telephone call. He picked up the phone.

"Hey, Brian?"

"Chris! How you doin' man?" Brian was always happy to talk to Chris, one of the few decent white friends he could depend on in this rather segregated town.

"Oh, I'm just fine. Were you okay after classes today?"

"Yeah, sorry, Chris. It was a lot to take in."

Chris chuckled good-naturedly on the other line. "Aw, don't worry about it, B. It's all natural, as my dad said, and there are lots of weird things that are going to happen, but thank god we know in advance."

Brian smiled. That was very true. "I'm not lookin' forward to the zits and mood changes."

"Feh, if everyone's gonna get them, why worry about them?"

Both students laughed. "Yeah, but Chris," said Brian, "do you really think that all this stuff is going to happen? Ya know, the muscles, erections, sperm...."

"Yeah, I definitely think it's gonna happen. I trust my dad on that. But aren't you excited?!!" Chris sounded like tomorrow was Christmas.

Brian looked down at his flat chest, his walnut-sized testicles, and even at his skinny arms. "I don't know, man. I mean, it's like The Incredible Hulk or something."

"Well maybe we should get together soon and talk it over. There's something else I wanted to talk to you about, but I think we should discuss it in person."

"Is everything okay, Chris?"

"Oh yeah! It's nothing bad. I just wanted to ask you something in person, 's all."

"Alright, Chris. I gotta go to bed now, but see ya soon!"

"Yeah, see ya!"

Brian hung up. He always felt good after a nice talk with Chris. He wondered why he couldn't find more women like that in his life, especially since the lessons today talked about how he would desire women in his life.

 

Brian slept that night. Everything was quiet in his room. Since it was fairly hot, he had pulled the sheets down a bit to expose his upper torso.

Everything was quiet.

Except his body.

 

Inside Brian's head, a microscopic signal was spontaneously ignited. It traveled all the way down his spine, through his hips, and straight to his testicles.

A few small cells, triggered by this synapse, started to move in his testicles, causing other cells around it to move, as well as others.

The cells started to vibrate more and more rapidly, and they swelled with rhythmic pulsations.

Suddenly, each cell split into two equal cells, and began to form numerous tubules inside his testicles. They multiplied into a myriad of tubes, all gently vibrating.

Even deeper inside, one large cell began to secrete a microscopically small green ooze.

A miraculous treacle.

A fluid that would change Brian's life forever.

Testosterone.

In less than a second, it started to fly through Brian's blood, traveling almost everywhere in his body. It settled almost everywhere, making copies of itself and starting chain reactions of chemical changes...

Changes that would ultimately create one of the most beautiful creatures ever.

 

Outside of Brian's body, the changes were already happening. Brian gently tossed and turned as his body stirred inside, making odd noises that signified the transformation he was undergoing.

Testosterone seeped into his bones, multiplying the cells rapidly. As a result, his legs, arms, hips, and shoulders all started to increase drastically. With an extended stttttreeetching sound (equivalent to that made when rubber is pulled tightly), his arms and legs thickened and elongated. His shoulders and hips broadened to create a more defined torso.

Testosterone also settled in various areas around his skin, planting a small seed that would sprout a wonderful wild grass in time...

 

Brian awoke with aching joints. He swung his legs out of bed and planted his feet on the floor.

He was suddenly struck with how soon the floor came up to him. He looked down and saw that his legs looked slightly bigger than before. With excitement, he wondered if this was just the first of the many changes that would be happening to his body. He rushed to the mirror to check out more.

His heartbeat quickened as he saw that not only had his chest and arms grown nicely (but not extensively), but that his face showed a slightly dark patch around his mouth and chin. He looked down at his chest and noticed with amazement as one single black sprout was shooting up from right between his nipples.

It was happening. He was growing.

 

"So it happened, eh?"

"Well, not all of it," Brian explained over lunch. "I know it happens gradually, but god it was amazing!!!"

"You bet!" Chris smiled. "It just gets better, I hear."

"What about you? Has anything happened to you?"

"Yeah, something nice... look at this."

Grinning slyly, Chris rolled up his sleeve and slowly flexed his right arm for Brian, who almost choked on his hot dog. Brian's bicep was aptly thicker than it was before, thanks to the amount of muscle that had grown inside him during the night. It was not completely toned, of course, but it was definitely larger than it had been before when they had compared their biceps only three days ago at gym class.

"Dude, that's so... so..."

"Cool?" Chris grinned again.

But Brian didn't nod to that. He meant to say something else. He almost had said "hot," but he suddenly gained a nuance of why he would say that.

"Brian, you okay?"

Brian didn't answer, but continued to look at Chris and his bicep. He felt something stir inside him suddenly. Something so odd and weird. Was he going through another change, or...

"Um, excuse me, I gotta go."

Chris suddenly got worried. "Oh I'm sorry, B.! Did I-"

"No, no, it's okay, man. I just... I just gotta get outta here for a bit."

"Can we still meet somewhere to talk soon?"

"Yeah. I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"Okay, take it easy, bro."

Chris looked long at where Brian hurriedly exited the cafeteria. Inside, he thought, That man is so beautiful. I'll kill myself if I've hurt his feelings.

 

That night, Brian couldn't get to sleep. He kept tossing his head, seeing weird images in his dreams. First was one of Brian's bulging bicep, and an image of the inside muscles slowly growing and lengthening in size. Then was one of a male torso, slightly muscular, with a six-pack of abs. Then was an armpit, slowly opening, revealing a crop of hair that was starting to grow more and more rapidly. Then an image of something weird. Something that looked like a long wavy line with a small oval at the end...

He groaned in his sleep, groans that heralded a wonderfully cosmic change in his body, one that began deep in his penis.

His penis gently rested without stirring, until another sudden trigger from his brain flew down to it. It signaled his penis to suddenly contract, causing extensive blood flow to enter. As Brian's heart beat faster and faster with the explicit imagery that he dreamt, more and more blood was pumping into his penis.

His penis started to bob a little, like it was floating in water.

Then it started to grow.

His uncut penis growth caused the foreskin to slowly start to peel back. It allowed the tip of the penis itself to shine through, with a single glistening drop of fluid at the very tip, right at that little slit.

Brian kept groaning as he kept seeing images. A black foot growing steadily larger, a circle getting bigger and bigger, a heart getting more and more red and pulsating as his own natural one beat more and more furiously.

A single drop of something wet and slippery suddenly appeared on the center of his chest. Another one appeared above his left nipple. Still another one appeared inside his open armpit. More and more started to pop up all over his body.

As the drops slid into the more hairy parts of his body, they gave off an odd scent. It reached Brian's nostrils and only succeeded in quickening the transformation he was undergoing.

Brian's breath grew more and more labored as he felt something start to shrink near his penis. His testicles were getting both larger and tighter at the same time, as they drew closer to his body. As they did so, something was being born inside them...

Inside one of the many cells that made up the tubules born just the night before, a smaller cell was pulsating, kicking against the outer cell walls, wanting to be born. It pushed and pushed, making the membrane even thinner...

Finally it broke free, but as it did so, the cell started to transform....it grew longer and thinner, keeping a larger, rounder part near one end.

It rested inside the tubule as millions of more cells were suddenly born as well. Millions of the very product needed to create life.

Sperm.

 

Thanks to the rapid production of sperm inside, Brian's testicles were getting hot and sweaty. Sweat continued to pour out on Brian's body, making it glisten and gleam, as if he was created from milk chocolate. His nostrils flared rapidly as he needed more air intake.

His nipples started to gently swell and grow, as the tips became erect and firm. The whole areas of his nipples also gently grew outward with every breath he took. They would keep that growth for the rest of his life.

Brian's toes pointed out and clenched rhythmically as he felt wave after wave of warmth swell throughout his body.

More and more testosterone surged in his blood, causing even more hair to grow around his penis, under his arms, and on his face. But it was coarse hair, very rough, and very stiff. It made his muscles swell and grow a bit more.

Brian continued to dream odd sights. Two lips kissing. Hands touching. Black and white liquids being poured together, making a beautiful gray/silver color. Then finally, a bubbling pot.

The pot continued to bubble vigorously, each bubble breaking, the scent of the liquid inside marvelously akin to the scent of his own prolific perspiration. His body quivered and shook with the same rhythm as the pot he saw.

Words flew through his head as well as he saw the pot: love, warmth, sex, power, friend, kiss, touch...

Suddenly a single giant bubble formed covering the entire pot's surface. It grew and grew and pulsated as Brian's entire body became almost perfectly stiff and still. His now seven-inch cock was pointing directly back to his head, the tip shining gloriously. He suddenly heard a single three-letter word in his mind.

Gay.

The bubble instantly burst.

Brian opened his eyes immediately and saw his penis. His hips bucked violently upward and a gigantic stream of something white and creamy shot straight up to his chin. He threw his head back and let out a long, primal howl as his hips continued to buck wildly, sending about five shots of sperm-laden fluid into a marvelous life-giving pool on his chest.

As his heartbeat slowed to normal and his breathing grew more relaxed, Brian began to return from his hormonal high and looked down at the white mess on his chest and chin. He noticed that his feet were poking out from the blanket below, meaning that the intense moment had somehow caused his body to become even larger.

Then he thought of that last word that went through his head. He drifted off to sleep, leaving a single tear running down from his right eye.

 

Chris was sad. He was afraid that Brian didn't like him anymore, due to the lack of calls he was getting. The few times he had called, Brian was either out or nobody was home. Brian seemed to be avoiding Chris everywhere he went. Chris tried to think of reasonable explanations and only came up with the possibility that Brian was going through those moody changes where he wanted to be left alone. Chris understood this and showed no desire to provoke Brian, but at the same time, he wanted to be his friend and be close to him.

He sighed as Brian took his books out of his locker and walked by him without even so much as a smile.

I hope you're alright, Brian, thought Chris. You know I'm your friend, no matter what.

 

Brian stayed after school that day in the library. Since few people were intellectual enough to enjoy the facility, he had it all to himself. Sitting at a hidden table on the opposite end, he thought.

He was undergoing all the normal changes, sure. But why was he thinking about the male body? Why did the word "gay" cross his mind just as he ejaculated two weeks ago? And why wasn't he thinking about women?

He had bought books and one porn magazine, trying to await an erection to come from seeing a naked woman's body. Nothing. He tried fantasizing about women and masturbating as he heard friends do. Nothing. He tried dating one woman who ended up turning him down. Obviously nothing.

He looked at his fingers. Long black fingers that had grown noticeably in the past two weeks. His whole body had grown, but so had his mind. And he was frightened.

His body started to shake. He felt something bad well up in him, something that few men dared to release. It grew larger and larger until it burst.

Brian's head fell on the desk as he cried miserably at the horrible thing he was becoming. But he cried even more when he thought...

What am I gonna tell Chris?

 

Chris was having a small lunch alone in his house when the doorbell rang. His parents were gone for a few days visiting some relatives, so he had the place all to himself. Fortunately, he wasn't the type to have raucous friends over for parties, which he never understood.

His heart leapt as he saw Brian on the doorstep, about 6 feet, 5, inches, and looking slightly down at Chris, a emotionless expression on his face.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, man! C'mon in!"

Chris was inwardly overjoyed, but also worried about Brian's lack of mood. He hoped that whatever was wrong, he and Brian would be able to solve it together today.

Brian sat down on the couch, an Chris sat next to him. Neither one talked, although Chris kept his eyes on Brian for a long time. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Brian's deep, black eyes kept staring into space for a while, as they started to mist over a bit. Finally he drew in a breath and started, "Chris, you've changed much in the past few weeks, have you?"

Chris nodded. "A lot's changed, but it's still all very gradual." He smiled at Brian, who noticed it and gave a smirk back.

Brian got up and crossed to the further edge of the room. "Chris, something's happening to me."

"Something bad?"

"I... I don't know, Chris. It's just so weird and unexpected."

"It's okay, Brian, you can tell me anything. You know I'm your pal."

Brian's heart started to beat faster. He could almost feel a slight twitch down in his jeans. He closed his eyes, trying to will it away.

"Chris, I... I had my first ejaculation two weeks ago."

Chris smiled at the thought of the experience. "I envy you, dude. I haven't had mine yet! I probably wanna wait til I'm with the right..." He suddenly checked himself. "...person."

"It wasn't me, Chris. I mean, it was automatic." Brian could actually feel the birth process happening inside his balls.

"Well, how was it? Did it hurt?"

For the first time in many days, Brian looked directly at Chris. He was already sprouting a nice brownish goatee. He resolved to tell the truth.

"It was incredible."

Chris grinned broadly. "I can't wait myself... Did you have a wet dream?"

"Yeah, I did..."

"What about?"

Brian turned towards the window again and was silent. His shoulders started to shake.

Both men were silent for a while, but then Brian burst into uncontrollable sobs.

Chris immediately got up and put an arm around Brian's shoulder. "Oh B., what's wrong? Please tell me!"

Brian sniffled, trying to get the words out, "It... was... about..."

"Me?"

Brian looked into Chris' blue eyes and his ever-present smile. Even Chris' eyes were starting to mist over.

Chris new that Brian was questioning his knowledge. "Brian, listen. I had a dream last week, but not a wet dream. It was still weird, though.

"I dreamt of this landscape. It was broad and planar, like a big broad plain. It was sunset or something, but I wasn't looking at the sky. I was looking at the land. Not a tree in site, thought I saw many odd dunes.

"I looked down at the ground. It felt kind of soft and tender. I touched it, and was amazed at the smooth, almost leathery texture. Except it was smoother than leather. It was like nicely polished leather or something. And it was brown...the creamiest brown I've ever seen."

Brian sat down, agog at the description of the odd dream. And yet it sounded so familiar...

Chris continued, "I walked along the landscape, marveling at how quiet it seemed. And then I felt this vibration. It was almost like an earthquake, but much slower. It was deep and slow, and with every pulse, the land slowly rose and fell. It was so gentle, and so relaxing, I felt that I could go to sleep on the ground and never wake up...but for some reason, I felt like I had to explore more.

"I walked one direction a while, and came across a large mound. It was perfectly rounded, and made of the same smooth material as the ground. I climbed up to the top of it, and saw a smaller mound on the top. It was darker than the ground and when I touched it, it had a more rough texture. It culminated to a small tip right in the center.

"But this was the odd thing. As I touched it, the whole land shook, definitely LIKE an earthquake! It settled, but the mound looked a little larger than normal. And the pulsing had quickened. Amazed, I touched it again and experienced the same earthquake. I was somewhat scared, but excited as well. I decided to get off the mound and walk in another direction, eager to explore.

"I continued to walk, and came across a hole in the ground. But it was a very shallow hole, with nothing inside. I looked at the hole for a long time. I just can't explain it, but I thought that hole was one of the most beautiful things I ever saw. I touched it, and it rose and fell like the rest of the land around me, but not as violently as when I touched that mound. Very weird, don't ya think?"

Brian nodded. The dream still wasn't making much sense. But for some reason, he wanted to hear even more.

"I noticed that on one side of the hole, a thin patch of grass was running from it, almost like a path or trail. The grass was so odd. I reached to touch it, and it was like black wires or something. I know that in real life, such grass would seem very unattractive, but I thought that this was beautiful. It was lightly coated with some kind of morning dew that smelled marvelous. Suddenly, I felt as if I must venture along this trail and find whatever it led to. Once I would find it, everything would be alright.

"I followed the trail, and after a short distance, I came to this huge forest or cornfield. It was composed of the same wiry black substance, and I fumbled through it. I was almost overcome with the intoxicating scent. It made me want to find this goal even more...

"Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal this massive tree. I looked at it, thinking it to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Then it started to grow, right before me eyes. It actually grew taller and taller. I could feel every part of my body grow with it, and I saw two rocks on the side start to grow closer to the tree, and grow larger as well.

"Then I heard this long, wild scream, like the whole land was exploding or something! I instantly became scared and frightened and woke up, completely sweaty."

Chris was quiet for a while. He looked into Brian's eyes, smiled, and distinctly said, "Brian, you have a beautiful body."

Time seemed to stand still. Brian and Chris looked at each other. Chris gently put his arm around Brian's shoulder again, as Brian reached out to touch Chris' furry goatee. Neither realized that their heads were growing closer together.

"Brian..."

"Chris..."

Then after three seconds, both men said in unison, "I love you."

Their lips suddenly met, and their tongues entered each other. Their arms wrapped around each other and squeezed tight, not wanting to let go.

After about five minutes, they finally let go and smiled at each other, giggling a bit.

"I can't believe that I'm... that we're gay," said Brian.

"Me neither," said Chris, "but I'm sure that we'll get through everything alright if we just stick together and talk about it."

Always the optimist, thought Brian. He looked at Chris and massaged his white, pure fingers gently. They looked so odd next to his black fingers.

"Brian, do you mind if I ask you that question now?"

"Oh yeah, you had wanted to ask me... what?"

Chris blushed a little and whispered, "Is your body... different from mine?"

"Well, I'm black and you're white, of course."

"Yeah, I know, but I was wondering... well...." Chris massaged Brian's hands gently. "Your skin is so creamy and smooth..."

Brian now felt a flush covering his face. "Well, I guess that's common among most blacks, but your skin is very nice too...I love how pure it looks...all bathed in white..."

Chris smiled. "But how has the hair grown on your body? Is it as wiry as I dreamt?"

"Well, let's see." He pulled his t-shirt off, as Chris' eyes opened wide.

Brian looked down and was likewise surprised.

Brian's chest had grown dramatically over the course of the past few weeks. His chest had become nice and thick, but not taut with a swimmer's build. Rather, he had put on a couple of pounds nicely in the belly area, making him nicely thick in the torso. His pectorals had pushed out nicely, and his biceps had grown to a nicely large size.

"Whoa, baby!" whistled Chris. "You are DEFINITELY hot!!!"

Brian laughed a bit upon remembering his desire to say the same thing to Chris only a few weeks ago. He felt a weird twitch in his chest and managed to move it. Chris' breath grew faster.

Curious, Brian looked down as he consciously moved that twitch again. As he did so, his left nipples bounced slightly. He looked at the other one and bounced it, too. He grinned as he realized the sudden new talent he could perform.

"God, that's hot!" Chris said. His heart start to beat faster as something started to move down below.

Brian grinned and flexed his bicep in front of Chris' face. Chris ran his fingers along the silky brown skin, and soon found his way to Brian's chest. He spread his fingers along the pectorals, and slid his nails gently against the slightly protruding belly.

"I'm always so amazed by black skin, "said Chris enviously. "So smooth, creamy, like chocolate... So beautiful."

Brian's skin started to get hotter at Chris' gentle touch. He liked this a LOT. Was this what sex was? Was this how it began? Or was this something more, something better, something more meaningful than just a way for the penis to explode with cum?

Chris roamed his fingertips around Brian's rounded pecs. He found the nipples, and softly rubbed the tip of one finger against it. Brian suddenly shivered at the unexpected pleasure.

Smiling, Chris got an idea. He dipped his thumb in a glass of ice water that he had nearby for lunch, and moved it closer to Brian's nipple.

"Oh man, don't....don't man, I dunno what'll happen if ya..." Brian giggled excitedly as Chris' cold thumb got closer to the engorged nipple. Finally, it touched a single nerve fiber right at the tip.

That slight touch was enough to send wave after wave of blood down into Brian's penis. It instantly became engorged, stretching the erectile tissue to the max. Brian let out a long gutteral moan as the tip of his nipple also became engorged and hard to the touch.

Chris laughed at the wonderful reaction and took Brian in his arms again, squeezing him real tight. His hands found Brian's large smooth back and slowly roamed around, caressing it gently.

"Oh man, Chris, this is fuckin' WONDERFUL."

"You like this?"

"You bet I do! God, I LOVE this!"

Chris chuckled and asked, "Brian, would you mind if we... you know... explored each other?"

Brian thought a bit. He was educated enough about AIDS and STDs to never want to do anything dangerous, but he trusted Chris as his best friend, probably even more. "Sure, of course, bro. But let's not do anything weird or bad."

"I understand, bro." He gently took the shirtless Brian by the hand and led him upstairs, where more trials of exploration awaited them both.

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