Christmas with Howie
By Reuban
Part I
Theo and Eddie would be spending the Christmas holidays with their Aunt Margaret and Uncle Richard, which had the potential to be wonderful. Margaret and Richard lived in an old four-story stone civil war house on more than a dozen acres of land and had five children about the same age as the twins. When they were kids, all seven of them (even Ann and Holly) enjoyed playing football or kick- the-can in the yard, or just playing down by the creek.
Now Theo and Eddie were 20 and in college. Ann, the oldest of their cousins, was married and would be spending Christmas with her in- laws. Jake, the next oldest, and Holly, the youngest, would be with friends almost the whole time. But Mark and Allen would be home for the holidays. They were Theo and Eddie's favorite cousins anyway, being fun loving and very athletic and the closest to them in age, at 20 and 22. Mark was now a star baseball player at State while Allen played soccer at Dalton. Theo and Eddie played football for St. Luke and were known all over campus, even if some people couldn't tell them apart.
The only thing that might go wrong was that their only other cousin, Howie, would be there as well. Howie was six years younger than the twins, which had made him too young to play with them when they were kids, but he'd often cried for being left out. So they'd had to include him and not play quite so rough as they'd wanted. The last time they saw him he wasn't quite so bratty as before. Indeed, at 12 he was a huge football fan and positively idolized Theo and Eddie, but that could be pretty annoying too. Now who knew what he'd be like at 14? Theo and Eddie sympathized with him at least a little. It couldn't be much fun being with seven of your cousins, the youngest of whom was a girl and still four years older than you.
When Theo and Eddie got to their aunt and uncle's house, everyone else was already there. Hands were shaken, there were lots of hugs and manly backslapping, and Theo even gave Howie a friendly hug. He was almost big enough for it now. Howie was a big kid and if he outgrew his clumsiness, he might make a pretty good football player himself in a few years. Eddie was happiest to see Allen, whom he had always loved the most, and they shared a great bear hug and immediately started talking about sports.
Theo and Mark were soon talking about women. It was true that Mark was a handsome devil by any standard, and no surprise that women flocked to him. Theo and Eddie were less naturally good-looking but they were large and muscular men, and that attracted certain kinds of women. Plus, there was something women (and men) found exotic about the fact that Eddie and Theo were identical twins. Theo's current girlfriend fantasized about a three-way with both of them at once, but it wasn't likely to happen. The twins had on two occasions shared women and a bed (and one of those had been with another pair of twins!) but both times it had been uncomfortable. Neither Theo nor Eddie could articulate what had been wrong, and probably neither really realized it himself, but the fact was that there was an attraction to one another that made them very uncomfortable. Theo had liked it when Eddie's hairy thigh rubbed his calf in that way. And while Theo was kissing his girlfriend, his broad back had pressed against Eddie's, and Eddie felt a tingle in his groin. But they had never discussed this with anyone, not even each other. So it looked like that aspect of their sexuality was to remain unexplored.
Part II
Three days before Christmas, the four older cousins went into town to
a bar. Only Allen was legally old enough to purchase alcohol, but he
and Mark knew several bars where they wouldn't be carded. They hung
out at a sports bar for a while and as there were no good games on
TV, they spent a lot of time shooting pool and throwing darts. They
were an intimidating foursome, none being less than 6 feet tall and
180 pounds. And they exuded masculine self-confidence, which
attracted a lot of admiring looks. A group of three young women
latched onto them for about an hour, but it became clear they were
all teases. When Mark began dropping hints about going with them
somewhere afterwards, the girls just giggled and put them off. So
they finally left together and headed home.
None of the four was entirely sober, and they shouldn't have been
driving at all. But at least Allen was at the wheel, who had had only
five beers in four hours, and he took a route home that would avoid
almost all traffic (and police). When they were four miles from home
and going over the bridge at Preacher's Creek, they were blinded by a
bright white light through their windshield that almost made Allen
drive off the bridge. He slammed on the brakes and all of them sensed
that a vehicle the size of a motorcycle (but far too quiet) whizzed
by them about a hundred miles an hour. And then it was over.
"Shit!" Said Theo and Eddie at once. "What was that?"
"Fuck if I know," said Allen.
"Fuckin' motorcycle," murmured Mark almost unintelligibly, who was
quite drunk.
Then they were talking together at the same time. "It was too quiet
to be a motorcycle." "It was too fast." "No one was riding
it!" "Where did that fucking light come from, huh?" "Do you think we
saw a UFO?" "Shit." "I never saw anything like this before." "Do you
feel weird right now?" "You're just drunk, Eddie." "No, I kind of
feel weird too. In my chest, kind of." "Yeah." "Let's go on home."
They didn't go home right away, but instead decided to park on the
other side of the creek and explore the area a bit. In the beams of
the headlights, they could see nothing at all out of the ordinary.
After ten minutes of looking around (and staggering around, on the
part of Theo and Mark) they decided to get back in the car and head
home. Only Allen noticed that something very weird was going on, but
even he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. The strange
sensation deep in his chest was part of it, but also something about
the car. The road seemed wrong somehow all the way home, or else the
car did. It handled a little funny (or was he just drunk?) and on the
only occasion that a car passed them in the other lane, it seemed as
though its lights were too high off the ground. When they pulled into
the gravel driveway, the car handled very strangely indeed, and the
driveway seemed unusually wide. Allen parked the car behind the house
and the four men tumbled out together and headed towards the house.
It was 12:30 AM.
Part III
Walking up the walkway, the other three noticed something was strange
too. Indeed, it was getting increasingly evident what it was. The
walkway seemed too wide, the house too far away, the gravel on the
ground too coarse. The steps up to the front porch were too high. But
only when they reached the front door did all four of them realize
without any doubt that they were smaller than they had been. Sobriety
returned abruptly to them all, even to Eddie, as they stared at the
doorknob on the front door. It was at eye level. Theo and Eddie, Mark
and Allen all were now at most four feet tall.
They stood in complete silence for a long time, staring at the door
and at one another. Then Eddie whispered "what the fuck?" slowly and
deliberately. Another period of silence followed. Then, without
saying anything Allen fumbled with his keys for a moment before
finding the one to the front door. But as he put the key to the
doorknob, their plight became even clearer. The key was far too small
for the lock. They had shrunk, as had everything with them: their
clothes, their keys, and evidently even their car. Allen tried the
knob in case it was left unlocked. It wasn't.
Mark looked like he was close to panicking. "What are we gonna' do?
What the fuck has happened to us and what the fuck are we gonna' do?"
His voice rose in volume as he grew more frightened. Allen had the
sense to remain calm and to try to quiet the others. "Shhhh," he
said. First, let's get off the porch. We don't want anyone to see us."
As they made for the car, Theo whispered, "It was that light, man.
That bright light on the bridge. That's what this is. Some weird shit
or something. We're getting smaller!" That was clear to all four of
them, but hearing Theo say it out loud made it seem less like a bad
dream and more like the terrible reality it was. It was rather a
relief to reach the car and find that it seemed normal-sized.
Evidently, it had shrunk at the same rate they had. They looked back
at the house and it appeared an impossibly huge castle. Of course it
was a very large house to begin with, but now it seemed to loom
hundreds of feet high. No one wanted to go in the house any more.
After some discussion, they agreed to return to the bridge and see if
they could find anything there that would help them figure out just
what had happened. If need be, they'd stay there all night to see if
the light returned. Increasingly it seemed that Mark had been right,
that they'd had an encounter with an extra-terrestrial device or
being. But why had it done this to them? Was it waiting for them to
return so it could whisk them away from the earth altogether, in an
easy-to-manage miniature form? That was unpleasant to contemplate.
But what alternative did they have? If they went home, there was no
guarantee they'd ever return to their normal size. Indeed, they
weren't sure they had stopped shrinking.
At the bridge, they tried to figure out just how tall they were. Theo
and Eddie were tallest, and neither of them came up to the handrail
on the side of the bridge. But they couldn't remember how tall it was
in "real-life". They'd never really though about it before. They
argued briefly before Allen finally called them over to look at
something in the dirt made visible in the headlights: footprints.
They seemed to belong to a man's shoe, but they couldn't tell just
how big the shoes were. But however large they really were, the
footprints were more than twice as large as their own. Each of them
made a footprint next to it for comparison, and when Theo did,
everyone gasped. Except for their sizes, the prints were identical.
These were the footprints Theo had left when they were searching the
bridge the first time, before they'd begun to shrink. Or had they
already begun to shrink even then? That would be worse still, for
that would mean they were less than half normal-size.
"Okay guys, let's not panic," said Allen, always the most
sensible. "Here's what we're going to do. We're going to keep looking
to see if we can find any evidence of that thing that passed us
tonight. Anything weird at all. If we don't we'll stay here until
close to dawn waiting for it to come back. But we've got to move the
car, or someone might see it. And we've got to leave before dawn and
hope we don't get seen then either."
"Where will we go?" asked Theo.
Allen paused. "We'll have to ask our parents for help. I'm afraid Mom
might go into hysterics, but there's nothing else to do. We need
someone we know and trust to help us."
It was agreed upon, and they moved the car into the shadows about ten
yards from the road. It was just in the nick of time, for about ten
seconds after they killed the engine, a car roared over the bridge
going about seventy. Had they not moved the car, it probably would
have been crushed by the other vehicle, which seemed to them to be
about the size of an 18-wheeler, though it was just an old Rambler.
The hours crept by and there was no sign of anything unusual. They
searched both sides of the creek but found nothing. The only thing
they learned was that they hadn't fully stopped shrinking, for by the
time it was agreed to return home, their footprints were now smaller
than they'd been before. Indeed, Theo's was now about a third its
original size, which meant they were all now about two feet tall. It
was frightening enough at night, but as the sky grew lighter, they
all felt near the edge of terror as they realized how awful it would
be to be found during the day. Plus, their home, which was normally
only about four miles away, would now seem like twelve! Allen voiced
this realization, and the others hopped back into the car trembling.
They had to get gone!
For several nerve-racking seconds, Allen couldn't get the car to
start. "Maybe shrinking it has made it so it doesn't work any more.
Physics or something," he said. His hands were shaking. The others
were sweating though the air was cool. Finally the car did start, and
they pulled out onto the long road home. It seemed like a six-lane
highway. They put the car in high gear and drove at what the
speedometer said was 85 miles per hour, the fastest it would go. And
though they felt as if they were moving that fast, the trees and
barns outside crept by absurdly slowly, as if they were only going
25, which maybe they were.
Once a vehicle actually passed them. It whizzed by them like a
rocket, and for a moment, the young men thought it was their
spaceship that had returned. But then they saw the quickly receding
taillights and license plate and realized it was just a pickup truck,
probably doing 55. It was amazing that it hadn't stopped or at least
slowed to look at them. Their car must have seemed to the pickup like
it was smaller than a motorcycle. Oh, well. They had just been lucky.
The sun came up just before they pulled into their driveway for the
second time that day and they all heaved sighs of relief that they'd
made it back. But one unhappy thing no one noticed right away was
that Richard's car was not in the driveway. The house looked empty.
They drove past it and parked their car behind a long rose trellis
that had stood near the rear of their property for years.
Part IV
"We'll just have to ring the doorbell," said Mark. "Mom and Dad will
be in for a shock, but we can't help that."
Eddie raised an unpleasant idea. "What if Howie answers the door?"
The others looked around with wide eyes. "Well," answered Mark, "Then
we'll just tell him to go get Mom and Dad. He's got to see this is an
emergency. Besides, you know he idolizes us." And then to Theo and
Eddie, "Especially you two. He practically worships you guys."
They reached the back door (they couldn't risk the front door this
time) and paused. No one needed to comment on what they all noticed
right away: the doorknob had been at eye level last night. Now it was
well out of reach, as was the doorbell. They had no choice but to
bang on the door as loud as they could. Their parents would be asleep
still, so they would have to wake them.
They pounded on the door with all their might, all four of them
beating with their fists as hard as their strong arms were able. It
felt like they were hitting a foot-thick oak door. Could any sound be
heard inside? Did they need to try another tactic? They were about to
give up when Theo said, "Shhhh. Listen." They pressed their ears
against the heavy wood and listened. There was a shuffling sound,
then footsteps, then silence. They pounded once more, trying to get
the attention of the person on the other side. At last the door
opened, and they looked up to see Howie in a bathrobe, twenty feet
tall, gazing down at them wide-eyed.
After a short pause, he said, "THEO? EDDIE? MARK? ALLEN? IS THAT
REALLY YOU? WHAT'S GOING ON?" His voice boomed in a way that was
like, yet very unlike Howie's normal voice. At their new size, his
voice sounded deeper and more resonant.
Allen took charge, as usual. "Howie, you've got to get my Mom and
Dad. Something terrible has happened, as you can see, and we need
their help."
Howie just stood there staring. Finally, he said, as if coming out of
a stupor, "THEY'RE GONE. THEY LEFT EARLY TO GO SPEND THE DAY WITH
GRANDMA."
"Well, you've got to call them," Allen said. And although he was a
bit frightened of Howie (who was the first real person any of them
had encountered since they'd begun shrinking), he nevertheless walked
past him into the house. He tried not to look up, fearing he would
begin to go weak-kneed if he saw his little cousin's face looking
down from fifteen feet above him. So he strolled past, seeing Howie's
calves at his eye-level, fuzzy with the blond hair of puberty. He
began shaking, but he kept walking into the kitchen and steadied
himself on the leg of a breakfast room chair. Behind him the others
came in as well. He watched them, and Eddie and Mark were doing as he
had, resolutely looking straight ahead. But Theo looked up at Howie
and froze in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Then Allen looked up as well, and saw why Theo had become petrified
with fear. The look on Howie's face was one he hadn't seen since
Howie was five or six years old. It was rather mischievous. He was
grinning, but he looked devious rather than happy. Then he closed the
back door, and Allen realized that the four were now trapped in the
house with Howie and no way out.
Part V
As if confirming Allen's fears, Howie turned the double-bolt lock in
the door back door, sealing them all in the house. Allen made himself
look up at Howie, and he said, "Howie, go call Grandma right now.
Tell her that when Mom and Dad get there they have to call here right
away. It's an emergency."
Howie considered this for a moment, then said, "OKAY. I'LL BE RIGHT
BACK."
The four of them immediately began talking quietly after Howie had
gone. Eddie said, "Did you see the look on his face? I don't like
this at all."
Theo echoed that idea. "I don't trust him. He looks like he used to
when he'd do something rotten just to get attention. Remember when he
threw Holly's doll out the window?"
"Maybe we should call Grandma ourselves, right now," suggested Mark.
"How?" Eddie asked. "We can't reach the phone way up there."
Allen suddenly had an idea. "Don't tell Howie how we shrank. He might
not help us. If he asks, we don't have any idea how this happened."
Their conversation stopped when Howie returned to the kitchen. High
overhead, the four men could see him carrying some cables in his
hand. He stared down at them as he entered the kitchen, still unable
to believe that this was real, and went to the phone by the breakfast
table. The cousins froze in fear as they saw what he was doing. He
didn't make a call at all. Instead, he removed the cord connecting
the phone to the wall and put it with the others. Then he looked down
at them all like a mighty giant who has only just realized his
awesome power. "I'M NOT GOING TO CALL GRANDMA, AND NEITHER ARE YOU."
He dangled the cords over their heads, just out of reach. "I'VE
UNPLUGGED ALL THE PHONES. I BOLTED ALL THE DOORS WHILE I WAS AT IT.
SO DON'T GET ANY IDEAS AOBUT ESCAPING OR CALLING FOR HELP."
The four tiny men looked at one another with wide-eyed confusion and
panic. What were they to do? Even the windows were locked closed
since it was winter. How could they possibly escape?
They didn't have much time to think about it, for Howie squatted down
next to their cluster and put his elbows on his thighs. His bent
knees were at the level of their eyes. At his diminished height,
Allen could see under Howie's bathrobe quite easily. Though the space
was dark, the shadow of Howie's erect member was all too clear. Allen
knew they were dealing with a horny teenager, probably gay, who was
turned on by his power over them. Maybe they could use that to their
advantage in some way.
Then Howie addressed them. "I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU GUYS AS LONG AS
YOU COOPERATE WITH ME. OKAY?"
They just stared at him. This was not a comforting statement at all.
"I SAID, IS THAT CLEAR? THE FIRST THING YOU HAVE TO DO IS ANSWER ME
WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION."
Allen spoke for all the cousins. He tried not to show the fear he
felt as he attempted to reason with his younger cousin. "Howie, what
are you talking about? We're your cousins, remember? We've played
football and soccer together. Of course you want to help us."
Howie appeared to consider this for a moment. Then he made a
pronouncement. "YOU'RE NOT COOPERATING. I SAID I WOULDN'T HURT YOU IF
YOU COOPERATED, BUT YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED MY QUESTION. NOW ANSWER ME
OR I WILL HURT ONE OF YOU." He paused, looking at them. "I THINK IT
WILL BE… EDDIE!" Saying this, he reached out and grabbed Eddie far
too quickly for anyone to react. His fingers wrapped almost
completely around Eddie's torso. Certainly, there was no way Eddie
could escape the giant's grip. He screamed out, "Help! Say something!
Do something!"
Theo stepped forward to defend his brother. He tried a different
approach from Allen's. "Howie, put Eddie down right now. What you're
doing is beyond just our parents. This is a serious crime! You could
end up in jail!" Though Theo didn't realize it, his voice sounded
higher pitched and quieter to Howie just as Howie's sounded lower and
louder to him. To Howie, then, Theo seemed rather to chirrup his
threats than shout them, and the result was that Howie laughed long
and hard. "HOW CAN YOU PUT ME IN JAIL IF NO ONE EVEN KNOWS WHERE YOU
ARE?"
In saying this, Howie backed himself into a corner. He suddenly
realized that when his aunt and uncle returned, there would be no way
to keep this a secret. They, and then his own parents, would find out
how he had treated his cousins. He might really end up in jail. He
hadn't originally intended to do anything terrible to his cousins,
just play with them a while as toys. But he hadn't thought it out
very carefully. Now it was too late. And so Howie made an evil
decision. Then and there he made up his mind that whatever happened,
the four cousins would not tell anyone.
Eddie was still struggling in Howie's hand. Howie had chosen Eddie
because he was the sexiest: broad-shouldered and brawny, with silky
smooth hair on his arms and legs and chest. But now he had an idea
that was better than playing with Eddie. He walked over to the
freezer and put Eddie inside! Just to make sure he couldn't open the
door from the inside, he braced it closed with the heavy cutting
board table that stood in the center of the kitchen. From inside the
freezer, Eddie's shrill screams could barely be heard. Then Howie
looked triumphantly at the other three.
"I WON'T LEAVE HIM IN THERE FOREVER. IF YOU GUYS COOPERATE, I'LL LET
HIM OUT IN HALF AN HOUR." A small part of him that was not yet
completely wicked decided he'd better set the kitchen timer.
Otherwise, he might forget and Eddie could die. So he set it for half
an hour. "THERE." He announced. "HALF AN HOUR AND HE'S OUT IF YOU
THREE COOPERATE WITH ME."
Theo's eyes were red with tears of rage and fear for the life of his
twin brother. He desperately wanted to get Eddie out of the freezer.
He shouted up at the giant Howie, "What do you want us to do?"
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" he answered. "FIRST OF ALL, I WANT YOU TO CALL
ME MASTER, NOT HOWIE. CALL ME THAT EVERY TIME YOU SAY ANYTHING TO ME."
Theo could hardly contain his frustration and anger. Yet he knew
Eddie might die if he didn't do as Howie said. "Yes, Master!" he
shouted. "What else do you want us to do, master?"
Howie felt that he now had things under control, and he was ready to
have some fun. His cock ached it was throbbing so hard in
anticipation of what was to come. "THEO, I WANT YOU TO TAKE OFF YOUR
SHIRT."
Part VI
What choice did he have? Theo complied, and Howie was gratified to
see the same hair gracing Theo's handsome chest and arms that he knew
Eddie possessed as well. He picked up Theo in one hand and held him
up to his face for a closer look. Theo's anger changed rather quickly
to fear. First of all because he was lifted quite suddenly to a
height that felt like he was ten feet off the ground. But far more
because Howie's billboard-sized face showed a greedy expression that
was anything but worshipful. Rather, he looked like he wanted to eat
Theo.
For a minute or two, Howie just fingered Theo, rubbing his chest and
back with his gigantic fingers. The tiny man's pectorals flexed
handsomely as he flailed his arms about. Arms out, pecs flat and
broad. Arms in, pecs bunched up and bulging like little the little
plastic dome on the "Trouble" game Howie used to play. He snickered
when he thought of that and pressed Theo's pectorals. They were
delightfully hard like the plastic dome too. He really wanted to lick
Theo's body.
Mark and Allen could only stare in terror as they watched
their "little" cousin, now the size of a colossus, bring Theo to his
mouth. He stuck out a tongue that was at least a foot long and
explored Theo's upper body, starting with the wonderful division
between his pecs. His tongue slid up that crack from his abdomen up
to his neck, savoring the hard bumps and ridges, then back down
again. Howie could just barely feel the hair on Theo's chest and abs,
it had now become so fine. But it was still quite visible, a dark mat
now plastered to his chest with Howie's saliva.
Howie looked at the others. Who would he want to play with next?
Allen was just a little bit shorter than his brother, but he had far
stronger legs, Howie knew. He wanted to see those legs. "ALLEN, TAKE
OFF YOUR PANTS AND UNDERWEAR." Allen trembled with a mixture of
anger, fear, and disgust, but he thought of poor Eddie who might die
in the freezer, and he complied. "Yes, Master." Again, the shrill
sound made Howie smile and giggle.
Theo was stripped to the waist while Allen was now stripped from the
waist down. He held them both up, one in each hand. How strong
Allen's legs were! They were not particularly hairy (Howie really
liked hirsute men), but oh so muscular! He remembered those thighs
from a few years ago when they'd last played outdoors, but they
seemed much stronger now, even if they were in miniature. And those
magnificent calves, now shrunk to the size of a doll's. He brought
Allen up to his mouth and stuck one leg in. It was a delicious
feeling, to have his mighty cousin so completely at his mercy that he
could suck on one of his legs like this. And what was this? He
noticed, really for the first time, how nice it felt to touch his
cousin's balls with his tongue.
He took Allen out of his mouth and looked at him again. He had only
noticed his cousins' muscles and handsome faces before, and had
seldom actually seen any of them naked. Surely not in several years.
But now he noticed Allen's dick and balls and grew very excited by
it. He wanted to suck on that dick, but (and this will sound absurd)
he was afraid of what the others might think. Though it was now clear
that he was gay, and he had already done horrible things that would
make his brothers despise him forever, he was embarrassed for them to
know that he wanted to suck dick. He wanted so desperately to be
manly like his cousins, and sucking dick definitely did not seem
manly. (Theo had thought Howie would be built like a football player
someday, and so he would. But his passion for the sport was really
because he found the players' bodies erotic, and he was not nearly a
sociable enough person to thrive at a team sport.)
He put Allen's legs back in his mouth, both of them this time,
and "accidentally" kept brushing Allen's cock with his tongue and
lips. He noticed that it grew hard, and that made him feel better.
His own cock was now so hard it throbbed painfully, aching for
release. He suddenly wanted to be serviced by his twin cousins, whom
he had always been infatuated with.
Though it had only been about ten minutes since he had put Eddie in
the freezer, Howie decided to exchange him for Allen. He moved the
cutting board out of the way, opened the freezer, and explained what
he was doing. "I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN NOW ALLEN AND LET EDDIE OUT.
YOU WON'T BE IN THERE LONG, DON'T WORRY. AS LONG AS THE OTHERS
COOPERATE, YOU'LL BE FINE." As an afterthought, he put Mark's pants
on the freezer shelf so he wouldn't be quite so cold.
Part VII
Happily for Eddie, he had still been dressed for cold weather since
returning from the bar. So ten minutes in the freezer, while quite
uncomfortable, was not nearly long enough to harm him in any way. It
didn't take him long to figure out what was happening when he saw his
half-naked cousin Allen placed in the freezer and his shirtless twin
Theo at Howie's feet. What could they do to escape their
tyrannical "little" cousin?
"OKAY, NOW. YOU TWO KEEP COOPERATING… AND YOU, TOO, EDDIE… AND THEN
ALLEN WILL BE FINE. IF YOU DO ANYTHING I DON'T LIKE, HE'LL BECOME A
POPSICLE. GOT IT?"
"Yes, Master!" cried Mark, terrified by the thought of this monster
harming his brother Allen. "Anything you say, Master!" Howie grinned.
Then Howie studied the three young men carefully, perhaps considering
his options. Whom to play with? And what to do with him? Or maybe he
could enjoy more than one at a time! He had sometimes imagined the
twins having sex with one another; why not make it happen?
"EDDIE, I WANT YOU TO TAKE OFF YOUR COAT AND SHIRT, TOO, JUST LIKE
THEO." Eddie paused only a moment before removing his jacket. Then he
crossed his arms, took hold of the bottom of his shirt in his beefy
fists and lifted the shirt over his head. Howie watched unabashed
now, not considering what his cousins would think of him at all. He
was absolutely turned on by his cousins' tiny muscled bodies. Though
Eddie's brother stood before Howie with his whole torso exposed, the
thrill of watching Eddie slowly reveal his own skin captured all of
Howie's attention. First the hard abs, then the bottom of the chest
(those cute little nipples!) then the barrel-chest that made Eddie
such a great football player. The shirt came over Eddie's head, and
then he stood at his master's feet, humiliated but prepared to do
whatever necessary to help his cousin Allen locked in the freezer.
At the same time, Eddie and Theo glanced at one another, then each
had the eerie sensation that they'd had remarkably seldom considering
how much they looked alike, of seeing their reflection in a mirror
with no frame. Eddie saw Theo with no shirt on and it was like
looking at himself dressing in the morning. Theo saw Eddie, now bare- chested as well, and found himself admiring his brother's strong pecs
as he admired his own. The moment wasn't a long one, however. Howie
interrupted it.
"I DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH MY TOYS HERE ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR. COME TO
THE LIVING ROOM. NOW!" He walked to the living room and then turned
to make sure they were following him. All three were, looking at each
other with resigned terror in their faces. Then Howie knelt on the
floor before them. He was a huge towering presence, even kneeling.
Any of the three would have had to clamber just to climb onto Howie's
thigh. But they weren't going to be climbing on him just yet. He
wanted to watch them enjoy one another.
"EDDIE. I WANT YOU TO KISS THEO ON THE LIPS."
Eddie looked at Theo and did nothing for a moment. It wasn't exactly
that he didn't want to kiss his brother. (Was he even turned on by
the idea?) It was that he didn't know how Mark or Theo would feel
about it. But in the moment he hesitated, Howie overruled any
misgivings he had. "YOU DON'T WANT YOUR COUSIN ALLEN TO DIE IN THE
FREEZER DO YOU?" Mark uttered a small sob beside him, and Eddie
walked to his brother and kissed him full on the lips.
It was the first time he'd kissed his brother. Had he known it could
be so erotic? Was he gay or just bisexual? He had enjoyed sex with
women, hadn't he? Yet the dark stubble on Theo's face, sandpapery
against his own skin and lips, made him hard and sent butterflies in
his stomach. He even forgot about Howie towering over them both as he
enjoyed the physical union with his twin brother.
Theo was thinking similar thoughts. Though he let Eddie do the
kissing, he was shocked at how great it felt to have the masculinity
of his brother so close to him, their bare chests touching one
another. He hesitated lest he let on he was enjoying it, but finally
he put his arms around Eddie's back and hugged him in a tight embrace
as they continued their long kiss. It was the most exquisite sexual
feeling either of them had ever had.
"I WANT SOME OF THE FUN, YOU TWO!" said Howie, and he took one in
each hand and brought them to his own face. The rude shock of it!
Kissing his twin brother was, to each of the men, a heavenly dream of
sweat and stubble and manly odor and passion. Now, to be licked all
over by this slobbering troll was a nightmare. Howie's tongue
explored both their chests, though it had already studied Theo's
quite a bit in the kitchen. He then decided that the time had come
for them all to be naked.
Part VIII
"OKAY," he said, putting the two on the floor. "I WANT YOU ALL THREE
TO STRIP FOR ME."
Mark didn't hesitate, but took off his own shirt right away. Howie
liked baseball players a lot. Basketball players were tall, and that
was sexy. Football players were nice and beefy, and that was sexy,
too. Soccer players like Allen had great legs, and volleyballers
typically had great tans and style to spare. But baseball players had
it all: great upper and lower builds, very strong arms, height,
proportion. They were perfect. As Mark began unbuckling his pants,
Howie felt pre-cum drip on his legs.
The bright flash of light outside the window got mistaken by all for
lightening, though it was not raining.
Soon Howie had three naked athletes in front of him, prepared to do
whatever he wanted. He found their cocks and balls to be quite a turn- on, they were so perfect, yet so small. The three of them, in turn,
were simultaneously aroused and frightened by Howie's colossal dick.
He was hiding nothing, now, and they saw the throbbing three-foot
pole clearly in the shadows of Howie's bathrobe. Indeed, the twins
very soon got a close-up view as Howie brought them, one in each
hand, next to his monster organ and set them on his thighs, one on
either side.
"I WANT YOU TWO TO RUB MY DICK, GOT IT?" They looked at the hideous
thing and cringed. It was a terror. As long as a broomstick and as
big around as a fire hydrant, it pulsed menacingly. The veins bulged
all over it, and at its base, wiry hairs curled out in all
directions. Theo and Eddie both stopped thinking of it as Howie's
cock at all, but as a beast of itself, with a mind and will of its
own.
"GET TO IT!" yelled Howie when they didn't obey him right away. And
this time, concerned that the delayed threat of harm done to Allen
might not sufficiently rouse them, he poked Eddie hard in the back
with his index finger. He didn't mean to hurt him, but it hurt him
quite a bit, and Eddie's fear took on a new dimension. Howie might
kill or maim them all without realizing what he was doing. The
muscles in his back pained him and he knew he would soon have a large
bruise in the center of his back. It was worse than any football
injury.
But Eddie had something else to worry about now. Howie had shoved him
into the legless fleshy creature between him and Theo. As soon as he
fell on it, it jumped and began to pulse more wildly. The end of it,
already glistening, now visibly leaked clear sticky fluid out onto
the floor in a viscous stream. Eddie and Theo looked at one another
then began to massage the huge thing before them. Above their heads,
low moans of ecstasy emanated from the giant face.
"WAIT, STOP. STOP. I DON'T WANT TO COME YET. MARK NEEDS TO DO HIS
PART TOO." So saying, he quickly lifted the terrified man to his
mouth and stuck him in feet first, all the way up to his chest. He
enjoyed the moment he got to feel the man's small penis on his lips
and tongue, but principally his was lubricating him. Mark didn't yet
know that he was about to do his first job of fisting in his life.
Howie removed his bathrobe and lay on the floor, his strong young
body exposed like a mountain that can't be hid. He brought the now
horrified Mark to his asshole told him, "STICK YOUR ARM IN THERE,
MARK. STICK IT IN AND MOVE IT ALL AROUND WHILE EDDIE AND THEO RUB MY
COCK. I WANT TO FEEL MY NEW TOYS ALL OVER ME." Mark focused his
thoughts on Allen, closed his eyes (and held his breath), and then
slowly inserted his right hand and arm into the sucking sphincter.
While disgusted by what he was doing, Mark also couldn't help but
marvel at the sensation. Howie's rectum was mercifully empty, and the
soft walls were wet and fleshy but firm. He felt all around inside
the cavity while Howie thrilled to every movement.
Meanwhile, with only a little prodding, Eddie and Theo had resumed
their encounter with the penis. They rubbed their bodies all over it
and massaged it, lifted it (it was quite heavy) and let it fall. Theo
took a handful of the oozing pre-cum and smeared it all around the
giant cockhead. It was clear to them that Howie was going to come
momentarily. He was probably too inexperienced to be able to hold it
back for long, and he clearly was enjoying this thoroughly.
Part IX
Yet Howie did not yet come before all three of the other men noticed
something exhilerating: they seemed to be growing! Theo and Eddie
realized it first, as the massive organ between them seemed just a
bit smaller. Then Mark noticed it, too. His arm no longer had room to
move freely all about in Howie's rectum, but rather felt a bit
cramped.
Still Howie moaned and enjoyed his exquisitely small masseurs, and
still he did not come. Theo and Eddie smiled ecstatically at one
another. They definitely were bigger now! The dick no longer seemed
like a living creature but rather an organ attached to their cousin's
(still huge) body.
Then Howie finally came. The twins were still standing on his thighs,
so the ejaculate spewed forth in great wads, but none hit them. They
seemed to be growing at a much greater rate than they had shrunk, for
now, only a few minutes since they first noticed the change, they
realized they must be twice as large as they had been before. There
was a sound from the kitchen. They didn't have to be told what was
happening: inside the freezer, Allen was returning to normal, too.
Howie realized what was happening also, and his facial expression
swiftly went from ecstasy to confusion and fear. He hadn't planned on
this! Why were they growing? How could he know, when he didn't know
why they'd shrunk in the first place?
Allen came running into the living room and was appalled at the sight
of his brother and three cousins, all naked, clearly having just
jacked off. At least one of them had; the smell was strong in the air.
The others were equally surprised to see Allen, but for a different
reason. He was not only at least three feet tall, but was growing
visibly! It was like watching a balloon inflate, only the balloon was
as solid and substantial as a virile man could be. And then they
looked at one another and saw that they were growing too. Howie
shrank back in fear when he saw his cousins growing to their normal
heights (tall!) before his eyes. What had he done?
And then it was over. The four college men were back to their normal
heights (or were they even a bit bigger than they'd been before?) and
weights. Three were naked, their sweaty bodies heaving with relief,
but their clothes lay on the kitchen and living room floors, now
returned to (at least) their normal size. Allen ran to join them in a
huge bear hug. They hardly noticed they were naked, they were so
thrilled to be back to normal.
But what had happened? What had shrunk them, and why did it return
them to normal? Would it come back later? All stories must end
eventually (and pornographic stories usually end as abruptly as this
one, after one or more of the people in it has climaxed); but
sometimes they pick up again later. This story ends here, with Howie
a cringing terrified naked ball in a corner of the living room, and
his four cousins in a joyous manly hug in the middle of the room.
But the spaceship (if it was a spaceship) had perhaps not left the
four young men's lives completely; and perhaps in another story they
would learn what it felt like to be giants themselves, forced out of
doors lest they rip the roofs off their houses. Perhaps that would be
told in another story.
The End