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Black Cats Sequel to Black Cat. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 Chapter 1 Early Tuesday morning I was awoken by the feeling of a pair of firm tits straddling my left thigh, a hard dick against my right foot and tongues licking my ironwood hard morning erection and pomegranate-sized balls. As I laid on my back with my eyes closed and soaked up the worship of the sister and brother I thought about all those fantastic things that happened to me in the past week. This whole adventure started last Monday when I found a little black cat in an alley downtown. When I picked up, cradled the purring furball in my arms and saw the beautiful electric blue eyes lovingly looking up at me I knew that I would do anything to keep her safe. I took the cat to a downtown veterinarian school for a check up and adopted Brenna, that’s what the vet named her, as soon as her exam was finished. After my long term cheat’n bitch of a girlfriend walked out on me later in the week I found out that Brenna was actually a kind of therianthrope; a being that can shapeshift into any form she chose. I uttered a moan from deep in my chest and put my big hands behind my head as I basked in the sensations emanating from my monster cock. I opened my eyes and looked down. The first thing I saw were my magnificent pecs. I had to lift my head to look over my overpowered hyper-masculine chest to see my ten pack abs and shredded obliques. I flexed and squeezed every muscle and watched as my pecs turned into hemispherical boulders with a deep vertical crevasse and each segment of my abs rose to stretch the thin skin and thick veins covering them. The two bodies covering my legs were raised by my massive quads and hamstrings. “Oh, fuck Bruce,” Brenna moaned. She kept her cat eyes and ears while taking the shape of an ultra-muscled sexy human female. “mmmm, I love it when you do that.” I felt her pussy against my shin leak a copious amount of cunt juice and drank in the rush of lust she emanated. You see, I wasn’t always the pinnacle of masculinity. Just a few days ago I was a 26 year old, short, obese, balding 9-to-5 office drone at an accounting firm in downtown Madison, right next to the capitol. The most exercise I ever got was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out why a client thought it would be a good idea to try to claim their new Lamborghini as a business expense when they owned a small deli that barely broke even in West Towne Mall. That all changed Friday night. Brenna did something to me that allowed me to capture and store emotional energy directed at me. I can use this energy to change myself; increase height, gain muscle mass, grow stronger and slightly change my appearance. Hell, I can even make my balls large enough to produce gallons of cum and my cock into a telephone pole. To reward Brenna for the delicious pre-breakfast emotion drink I added an inch of length and girth to my cock. She responded appropriately by loudly purring, unhinging her jaw and greedily taking my glans deep down her throat. Not only had Bre changed me physically, she also tweaked my psyche, amplifying my Id. This change allowed me to become the dominant personality I always yearned to be. Then early Saturday morning, she sent me off to Madtown Fitness, a gym on the south side by the beltline, to test my new body. There I broke my limits, both physically and mentally. I exceeded any physical expectation I had as I crushed all house lift records. Took any throat, pussy or ass I wanted. Exerted my dominance over everything and everyone. With one very painful exception, it was a fucking amazing day. “Oh, Gods, Daaaddy. That’s hot. That’s sooo fucking BIG.” Arthur, Brenna’s brother, whimpered into my scrotum between licks with a long, wide, soft dog tongue. Bre’s lips curled into a smile around my cock as I chugged his submission and rolled my eyes. I remembered how I met Art when I came home from the gym late Saturday night. Bre said he was an ex-boy friend that was in need of punishment. So I, now an uber dominant personality, made my physique explode. I must have grown well over seven feet tall and weighed over six hundred pounds, all muscle. I would have looked like a caricature of an over-the-top muscle bound freak if I didn’t have an extremely dangerous looking, three foot long, ten inch thick, rock hard cock sticking straight up from a low hanging scrotum containing testicles the size of a fastpitch softball. I ravaged Art’s throat and ass. I beat him to within an inch of death without realizing it. To save him I had to blow the whale sized load of cum. Consequently, Art says that now more than half of his DNA is from me, ergo, I’m his father. Yeah. That’s what I said, too. ‘Get our lazy ass up! Remember, I got a text last night from Keena saying we have a physical examination and lab work that has to be done before eight o’clock this morning or you can’t start work tomorrow,’ I heard in my head. That was another change. While meeting with Dr. Keena Panthera, the gym’s owner, Saturday the resident muscle head, Terry “Zapp Brannigan” Limppernoodle, attacked her. After I subdued the bastard she told me that he had sexually assaulted her, raped her. Even though I just met Keena that day, I felt an overwhelming instinct to protect her. Learning that she had been violated threw me into an uncontrollable rage. That rage ended with me on a shower floor and in my own vomit. I had snapped both of Terry’s femurs like twigs, ripped his arms off, crushed his head between my hands like it was a paper cup and ripped his genitals off. I tossed the bloody dick and balls at Keena’s feet like a trophy. I don’t know why I did that. Maybe I subconsciously wanted to indelibly stamp my dominance and superiority on her. My mom and uncle fought the last war. When my uncle returned he told me of fellow soldiers that were changed after their first kill, especially if it happened in hand-to-hand combat. I guess I changed that way, too. A part of me recoiled from the horror of what I did, splitting my mind into two equal and nearly opposite halves. The voice I just mentally heard calls himself Ego. He has an amplified intellect and is a fucking pain in the ass. He also can’t keep his pronouns straight. ‘I goddamn fucking asshole,’ Ego bitched. ‘I quit your job to work at the gym so he could fuck around all day long. Get my lazy ass out of bed!’ I reminisced about Sunday and Monday as I try to get my legs out from under my worshipers. Saturday night my BFF with benefits, Deb, the maniacal Uber driver, aimed me at a bored wife of a supplements company executive. On Sunday I met the wife and the couple’s maid in their mansion on Lake Mendota’s north shore. I found that not only did the husband have impeccable taste in cars and women, he also was having an affair with, and beat, the petite French maid. The next day, after proving my superiority in every way, impregnating the wife and making him a submissive cuck, I ripped away from him the things he loved the most (in reverse order); his wife, his mistress, his company and his W Motors Lykan HyperSport. Let me say right now that the irony of me owning a car named after a human that can change into a wolf is not lost on me. Art lifted his head from my balls. I was greeted with a big, panting, corgi face. Arthur’s ears wiggled as he said, “Are you gonna fuck me in the shower, Daddy? I’ve been a veeery bad doggy.” Art’s dog breath hit my nose like a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick, “Geez, Art! Your breath stinks! What the hell, have you been licking your ass again?” Art tilted his head to the side the way dogs do when you try to explain the symmetrical beauty of double entry accounting. “No,” he replied. “I’ve been licking yours.” Brenna chuckled while I moaned and gruffly commanded, “Get off me and brush your fucking teeth!” He whimpered and gave me puppy-dog eyes, but obeyed. He climbed off me and made his way to the bathroom with his tail between his legs. Literally. Bre pulled my cock out of her throat. The head popped out of her mouth. “Oh, good. You’re all mine now,” Bre murmured just before taking my entire length, down to the root, in her throat. Her mighty neck muscles started to ripple against my unyielding god-rod. I wanted nothing more than her servicing me for the rest of the day, but, as Ego said, I had things to do. “YOU need to make coffee and breakfast while I take a shower,” I declared. Her brow furrowed, eyes pleaded as she shook her head as best she could with a huge titanium rod stretching her esophagus and apple-sized glans in her stomach. I gripped the hair at the back of her head and started to pull her off me. “That wasn’t a request, cat.” At that she tightened her throat around my cock. Her neck muscles bulged, her traps thickened and rose up until they looked like steel I-beams and her back until it looked like an impenetrable mountain range as she fought against me. I smiled, took a drop of the emotional power I kept in reserve (stored somewhere off the Cayman Islands) and slowly pulled her off, easily overpowering her. When my cock head popped out of her mouth and smacked my chest she breathlessly whined, “Pleeeease, Master. I need you. I need your cock!” “Food now, play later,” I said as I rotated my shoulder and brought the 350 pound female bodybuilder, who could easily overpower a middle-weight state bodybuilding champion, to her back like she was a rag doll. While I still held her hair I propped myself up on an elbow and captured her jaw in my free hand. “Here’s a little taste for now,” I said. Then released her jaw, moved my hand slowly over her magnificent, firm breasts. I tweaked a thick nipple between my index and middle fingers, then stroked her brick wall abs and, finally, burried a finger in her sex. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned and gasped for air when I flicked her clit. She was writhing and on the edge of a powerful orgasm. Then I stopped. She hissed and punched my shoulder with enough power to blast a hole in a foot thick solid steel wall. My deltoid only dented a little bit. “Now get going and I might buy you a toy mouse later,” I teased and released her hair. She rolled off the bed and massaged the hand that punched me. With a look of lust, fury, resignation and pointing a finger at me she said, “That better be one hell of a mouse, buddy.” She turned and picked up the button down shirt I wore yesterday. As she shrugged the shirt on I noticed that her back almost filled up the garment that could barely contain me. She lifted the front of the shirt and took a deep breath as she turned back to me. Her breasts pushed the shirt open, revealing her large, firm breasts, deep cleavage and ruggedly segmented abs. Her nipples grew hard, denting the fabric, her lower abs started to powerfully flex, her expression like a predator ready to strike its prey. “Fuck,” she moaned. “I can still smell you on this.” I growled and jabbed a finger at the bedroom door. She scowled and cat-walked, her glutes flexing and rolling against each other, out of my bedroom as her face assumed a more human visage. I laid for a few seconds more, then rolled out of bed. I yawned, raised my arms above my head and stretched to work out all the kinks in my sleepy mountains of muscle. I heard my back crack (twice), my sternum pop and heard Art still brushing his teeth. The urge to urinate was strong, so I willed my raging cock to settle down. It deflated as I moved towards the bathroom and immediately stubbed my foot on the corner of the bed. Cursing and promising for the 1,001st time to rearrange the furniture, I limped to the bathroom. Art was getting ready to spit into the sink when I moved up behind him. I studied the contrast of body types I saw in the mirror. Art morphed from a human/corgi mix into a complete human with the appearance and physique of an average height twenty year old blond, blue-eyed, olympic swimmer. I could see the well toned muscles roll and flex as he bent over the sink to spit as he shifted his weight between his strong legs. When he stood up the top of his head reached the bottom of my chin. His adequately developed chest had wisps of blond hair above a decent six pack. I applied a little emotional power to pack on tens of pounds of muscle and increase my height until his head was below my chest. I proportionally grew the rest of my body, except for my cock. Then I lengthed and thickened it too until I had a baseball bat swinging between my knees. After that I took a half step forward, pinning his narrow pelvis between me and the vanity. I thrust my chest forward, brought my arms up into a double bi pose and flexed. The bathroom vanity lights glinted off my hairless scalp and chest. A weekend’s growth of thick whiskers gave my face a rugged appearance. My traps, delts and pecs grew to insane proportions. My biceps, already big, grew to dwarf Art’s head. I gritted my teeth, growled and squeezed harder. The already apparent striations deepened into crevasses as the superficial veins that criss-crossed my body like a road map tried to burst through my skin. The two heads of each bicep grew and separated, causing a vein filled valley to form from my deltoids to my pronator tres and brachioradialis. Art’s eyes grew wide, his mouth slack and he moaned as he leaned back into me. I think I even saw a little bit of saliva escape the corner of his mouth. He started leaking below too. Next to me, Schwarzenegger and Colman look like they don’t even lift. I AM the Greatest Of All Time. “Oh, fuuuuck, Daddy,” Art moaned as he flexed his ass against my cock. His strong glute muscles gave me more than enough friction stimulation to bring me to erection. “Do me right here. I don’t care if you rip me in half. Please, just fuck me.” I broke the pose and palmed Art’s head, my hand nearly encompassed his skull, and slammed the side of his head against the mirror. A network of spider web cracks appeared under him in the mirror. Even though he whimpered from the pain, I could feel the overwhelming lust and pleasure pulsing off him. I soaked up every drop of that, sending it to my reserves as I caused my cock, which was now the size of his calf, to become harder and cleave Art’s glutes, lifting him off his feet. I leaned in and gave him a predatory snarl, hot breath against his ear and I said, “If I did that, I’d have to blow an even bigger load than last time to bring you back. Then Bre would pound us both to pulp. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” A weak, “uh-huh” escaped his lips as his hips started bucking against me and the vanity. He was about to cum from the mere suggestion of so much agony. I gave him a second or two of that mental image before I released his head, stood straight and stepped back. He barely caught himself before he fell to his knees. “Start my shower,” I ordered. Then I moved to stand over the toilet and relieved myself. It took a moment for Art to realize I issued an order. When he pulled his head away from the mirror I saw that he left a few drops of blood and a sweaty impression of an ear and cheek on the fractured mirror. He gazed upon my infinitely superior physique with a mixture of anger, lust and anticipation and whined, “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” and punched my back as he passed behind me and into the shower. “Owww! Fuck!” he said and turned the handle. I heard the water cascade out of the shower head and Art yelling, “GODS DAMN this water is COLD!” As I relieved myself I happened to glance at my toothbrush in its holder beside the sink. “Art, did you use my toothbrush?” “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind,” he said. He stuck his head out of the shower and continued, “Dog saliva is very hypoallergenic,” and licked the inside of one of his nostrils with a long dog tongue. I grumbled, flicked off the last drop of urine into the toilet and flushed. I leaned against the wall next to the shower and counted my fingers, waiting for the water to become scalding hot. As usual, right on the count of five Art screams, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” and bolted out of the shower. I grabbed his neck before he got too far and threw him back into the shower. The house shuddered as he was driven into the shower wall. I ducked my head under the bar that holds the shower doors as I stepped into the stall. Then I turned the shower handle a quarter turn towards cold and slid the door closed behind me. Arthur looked at me with wide eyes and a slack jaw as my bulk almost filled the stall. I could feel the lust, pain and want cascading off of him. The delicious treat made me involuntarily flex my pecs against him, pushing him further into the wall. As the tile, drywall and wall frame cracked under him he said in a gasp, “Could you please not take up the entire shower?” I was disappointed he phrased it that way. If he had said, “Make yourself smaller,” I would have given myself a hundred pounds of muscle, flexed everything and pushed him through the wall so hard he would have exploded into the next room. Instead, I compressed my height until the top of his head was just below my chin, just enough height that he'd have to crane his neck to look me in the eyes. I did that without losing any muscle; I looked even more fucking massive. Now that I could maneuver in the shower I grabbed Art by the neck, ripped him out of the wall and forcefully set his feet on the floor of the shower. “You will wash me. If you do a good enough job I might fuck you into next week,” I growled and shoved the bar of soap from the shower caddy that hung from the showerhead into his hands. I then bent my left arm and flexed the bicep. Razor cut striations jutted across the twin peaks of the muscle. I straightened my arm and flexed again, this time including the forearm in the flex. The already insanely huge muscles grew larger and harder as even the smallest superficial vein doubled in size and pulsed with unbridled power. Art, with eyes wide, started to soap my upper left arm. “NO!” I barked. He flinched as if I had flicked a finger against his abs, expelling all air from his lungs and launching him across the room. He looked up timidly into my eyes. “Worship my might, worship the physique you dream about, worship the only true Alpha. Lick the sweat off me. Clean me with your tiny tongue. Then use the soap.” He instantly dropped the soap and started tonguing, kissing and caressing my massive arm. I gulped down each delicious drop his submission and want. He emanated so much I started to get drunk on the power I was soaking up. When I sent most of it to my reserves my head cleared and I felt Art sucking on my anterior delt head. “Grrrrrr! That’s it, little man. Show me how inferior you are,” I said menacingly, then grabbed the back of his head with my right hand and dragged his mouth to the downward pointing left nipple. “You love how I can, how I HAVE, ripped you apart without even breaking a sweat, don’t you?” I didn’t need him to say anything; I already knew the answer. He fucking loved it. I brought my left arm down, put his head in the crook of the elbow and flexed the left side. His mouth yielded to my incredibly hard pec as my bicep and forearm’s titanic brachioradialis and pronator teres bore into his skull. I kept increasing the pressure until I heard cracks and Art whimpering in pain. Then I released him. He fell on his hands and knees to the floor. The shower head sprayed water against the back of my head. What water didn’t flow down my back was cascading off my pecs like Niagara Falls and pummeled his back and head. I clenched my hands into fists and slightly bent my arms while expanding my chest, flexing my arms, pecs and abs. I squeezed the muscles of my legs until they resembled the marble columns of a Greek temple. I looked down my nose at the pathetic excuse for a male at my feet. I am Colossus standing before a teenager. A teenager with an Olympic swimmer muscular body. When Art finally looked up his eyes became as big as saucers. The head of my semi-hard summer sausage sized cock was an inch from his face. When he reached up to my cock I grabbed his hands “Please,” he pleaded. “I want...NEED your cock in me!” I could see his six inch dicklet was as hard as it could get over his inadequate balls. I put his trembling hands on my cinder block abs. “I will NOT repeat myself,” I said in a low menacing voice. He almost cried in frustration as he slid his hands over my abs, down my adonis belt, over each bulging muscle group in my left quad’s rectus femoris, vastus lateralis and vastus medialis, then onto the gastrocnemius and peroneus longus, the two halves of my diamond shaped left calf. From there he licked two days worth of sweat and grime off every inch of me. I flexed and squeezed the muscle under Art’s mouth just to remind him how immensely powerful I am. After he tongue bathed both arms and armpits he placed his hands on my mountainous trapezius and stood on his toes to reach my neck. The sensation of his tiny body against my solid granite muscles started to arouse me. My rapidly hardening cock rising against his pintsized six pack made me groan. Thankfully Art finished his makeout session with my traps and neck quickly. I turned around, flared the muscles of my back; trapezius, latissimus dorsi, rhomboid major and teres, major and minor. Calmly as I could, commanded, “Now my back. Start at the bottom.” I heard him drop to his knees and felt his hands on my hips as he buried his nose and tongue between unbreakable globes of my gluteus maximus. New sensations shot up my spine, ricocheted around my brain, back down my spine, bounced off my testicles, went up my cock and exploded in the glans. I involuntarily threw back my head and grunted as a literal pint of pre splashed against the shower wall. I saw two of the tiles crack after being hit with such pressure. Art must have noticed because he was taking his own sweet fucking time licking off any piece of shit I missed. ‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘I’m going to have to make sure he brushes his teeth again.’ ‘Can’t me think of any better puns than that?’ Ego snidely interjected. ‘Tell him to fucking hurry it up.’ “Boy, if you keep that up there won’t be any cum left for your ass. Move up.” “Yes, Daddy,” Art disappointedly replied. He licked, sucked and kissed up my wide, thick back until he swept the last speck of sweat off my trapezius at the back of my neck. When I felt his pathetic little wee-wee against me I spun around to face him, grabbed his neck and lifted him off his feet. He must have weighed 200 pounds, but it felt like I was lifting a paper marionette. “Are you ready to get FUCKED, boy?!” I growled from deep in my chest. He put his delicate hands on my pectoralis major, caressing them. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck your little boy.” His hands slid downward, over my ten pack abs. “Show me how an Alpha takes what He wants…” He started spreading the pre flowing from the meatus over the shaft, hand over hand, with another eight inches of cock exposed. His hands couldn't even encircle half my girth. “...whenever He wants.” He then slid his right hand up and thumbed the sensitive spot on the shaft. The sensation made my pelvic floor and prostate clench, forcing a heavy blast of pre to splash against his abs and chest. Arthur scooped the emissions off with his right hand while still stroking my rod from base to tip with his left. He brought his cupped hand, completely covered and overflowing with sticky precum, to his mouth and drank. As he drained his hand of the clear, thick liquid, I felt his throat contract four times as he swallowed the goo. “And now I know,” he said with a quiet voice filled with lust and licentious inference, “what the mightiest Alpha on the planet and the last descendant tastes like.” ‘The WHAT?!’ Ego said loudly. ‘SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.’ I internally growled as I flicked my wrist, tossing and twisting this average height, muscular boy in the air. I caught the back of his head when it was facing me and drove it into the tile on the shower wall. Blood, bone and broken tile were blasted out from the crater I created in the wall. Art’s legs were instantly swept aside as my fully engorged cock rammed up into my totally helpless prey. With my cock supporting all his weight I released his head and put him into a Full Nelson hold, both of my hands were thrust under his arms, then I pressed against the back of his neck. As I pulled him away from the wall I saw blood splashing the destroyed tile; I must have crushed his nose. When I thrust up his weak hole he hooked his ankles around my dorsal calves and started to caress the rock-solid muscle. Now that I had him completely under my control I teased the fuck out of him by slowly and repeatedly only penetrating him with the glans. Still, he grunted from each breach of his rectum. “Fuck me...come on!”, he pleaded. “Fuck...grunt..me..aieee!...HARD!” I drew a devilishly evil grin as I did exactly not that. For minutes I teased this boy cunt as he begged louder and louder until he was screaming at the top of his lungs. “FUUUCK MEE! HURT MEE! GODS DAMMIT PUNISH ME!!” Suddenly rage blasted off of him, he unhooked his feet from my legs and planted them on the shower wall. Huge claws exploded out of his toes and heals, fracturing the tile as they were buried deep in the wall. Each of his legs grew thicker than my waist with impossibly huge thighs. In an inhuman voice he bellowed, “I SAID HURT ME!” I could feel his rectum constrict around my cock tighter than any hole I’ve ever had, squeezing down and painfully compressing my shaft. “FUCK ME HARD!” Then he thrust back. I was slammed into the wall under the shower head. I felt the tile behind me fracture as his tight hole forced its way down my cock. I heard tearing sounds and saw his ass rupture. His copious blood provided a little bit of lubrication, but not enough; it felt like the skin on my shaft was being rubbed off. He kept screaming in a sound that shouldn’t come from any living thing, “PUNISH ME!”. When his ass finally impacted my root, faster than I could see, he pulled off and rammed back down. Between his battering assaults I saw my cock distend and almost rupture his abdomen several times. If he kept this up any longer he was going to fuck himself to death. When he was within reach I hooked my right elbow around his neck and clasped hands. “Arthur! You have to stop this!” I yelled. He bucked like a bronco, I almost lost my grip twice before I was able to squeeze and restrict the blood flow in his carotid artery. Just before he passed out he entire body tensed up, his rectum almost ripped my cock off. A blast of cum blew tile off the shower wall in front of us. Then he slowly went limp and I lowered him to the floor. When my cock popped out of him, blood geysered out of him and down the shower drain. I stood up and looked down at him. His face was a mass of shredded skin, broken bone and blood, yet I could see the devastation on his face already healing. My cock looked no better. It was red, swollen, covered with his blood and shit and hurt like hell. As I rinsed off I applied some power to heal myself. By the time I finished Arthur was whimpering in his sleep. ‘What the hell just happened?’ I asked Ego. ‘You have no idea. I better get him in bed. Let him sleep,’ he replied. I picked up Arthur off the shower floor and cradled him in my arms. As I took him to the bed he softly cried, “I’m sorry...I tried…not my fault...forgive...” He immediately went into a fetal position when I laid him down on the bed. He let out a sigh when I brought the comforter over him as, somehow, a large brown teddy bear appeared in his arms. I went back into the bathroom and found a fresh toothbrush under the sink. After unpacking the toothbrush I gazed at my stubble covered cheeks and jaw in the mirror. It had been three days since I last shaved. I rubbed a hand along my jawline; I kinda liked the way this protobeard made me look. I decided to keep it. As I brushed my teeth, Ego said, ‘I don’t like the way he seeks pain. There’s something terribly wrong with him. Why does he feel he needs to be punished?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I mentally replied. ‘Whatever it was, it couldn’t be healthy for him to feel that way.’ “Are you two almost done?” I heard Bre yell from the kitchen. “You had the hell better not let all this food go to waste or I’ll barf a hairball in your shoes!” And I know she would. I exited the bathroom, expanded myself to the height I was earlier, packed on twice the muscle and walked towards the bedroom door leading to the hallway, looking at Arthur calmly lying on the mattress as I passed the bed. The comforter roiled and bulged in ways a human could never cause. I looked up just in time to bash my forehead on the top of the doorframe. ‘Smooth move, dude,’ I heard mockingly in my head. “Will you FUCK OFF!” I yelled aloud. “You had the HELL better not be talking to me, buster!” I heard from the kitchen. I grumbled, ducked my head and started down the hallway to the sun drenched kitchen. Rubbing my forehead I said, “I’m not. I just bashed my forehead on the door frame.” When I entered the kitchen Brenna was right at my side, guiding me to a chair at the kitchen table. As I sat (and the chair creaked under my weight) my mouth started watering from sight and scent of the food overflowing the table; eight three-egg omelettes (four cheese, mushroom & bacon and four veggie), a stack of twenty pancakes smothered in real maple syrup topped with real butter, two pounds of bacon, three pounds of venison sausage (from my uncle), two loaves of whole grain and seed bread and, the pièce de résistance, a two full pound of cheese curds. I love those big chunks of cheese, especially how they squeak when you bite into them. Hey! I’m a Wisconsinite, don’t judge me! Yes, I even have a Cheesehead Cheese Hat. My hungry eyes were torn away from the feast before me by a pair of ultra strong female hands on my cheeks. “Let me see,” Bre said with concern and straddled my lap, the top of her head below my chin. The taste of that emotion was like taking a bite of an orange flavored strawberry. Interesting, but not as interesting as looking down her cleavage, deeply segmented abs and her little exposed clit. “Well, you’re a little red up there,” she motheringly said, “but I don’t see any permanent damage.“ She brushed my forehead with her hand and pieces of wood and gypsum board fell into my line of sight. “You probably hurt the wall more than it hurt you.” “Speaking of hurting, did you hear Arthur and me in the shower.” She tilted her head down and her sad eyes slowly moved from my forehead to my abs. She put her hands lightly on my trapezius, feelings of worry and doubt made bile rise in my throat. “Something long ago…” she snapped her eyes to mine without lifting her chin “...happened to him. He won’t talk about it, no matter how much I ask. I...I just try to emotionally support him...love him the best I can.” Tears started to fall from her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.” I wrapped my arms around and clutched her to my chest. She began to silently sob. ‘Well, shit. There goes the mood,’ Ego lamented. I silently agreed with him and slowly made myself decrease in size and mass. When Bre’s chin touches my collar bone, her puffy, tear streaked eyes meet mine and she sniffed. “Wha...what are you doing?” “I thought that you wouldn’t be in the mood since…” I said quietly, gently. “Oh, no you don’t you FUCKER!” she interrupted me, jabbed a hard finger into my sternum and exclaimed with all the ferocity of an IRS conducting a multi-year, twenty million dollar audit. “You fucking TEASED ME by making me suck you off ALL FUCKING NIGHT! I had to listen as you got tongue bathed and kissed all over your perfect body! Do you know how hard it was NOT to plunge my fingers up my cunt when I heard that?! Oh, you’re gonna fuck me, pal, and your gonna fuck me HARD! YOU WILL BE as big, as thick and as hard as you were when you walked in and YOU WILL pound me into submission! You’re gonna prove to me that you’re still my Master!” My cock rose against her ass in anticipation of feeling her hot, wet, tight hole and her admission of subservience. Her face then slowly went into the most evil grin I’ve ever seen and said, “But first you're eating all this food.” I groaned and complained, “And I’m called a tease.” “Yup!’ Bre laughed as she rose off my lap to stand beside me. She stood up on her toes, leaned forward, patted the top of my head and said, “I’m the queen Molly of teasing, baby. Now EAT!” My stomach loudly growled as I picked up a fork and spoon and dug into the mountain of protein, carbs and fiber. I kept glancing at Brenna between shoving huge chunks of food in my mouth. She was still in my unbuttoned dress shirt, leaning her perfect, hard gluteus maximus against the kitchen counter and holding one of my biggest ceramic coffee mugs. It’s the one that says, “Accountants take accounting of their accounts.” Before you say ANYTHING, it was a UW graduation gift from my aunt. Every once and a while she would take a sip from the steaming liquid in the mug. A few seconds later she would sigh, tilt her head to the side and her eyelids would almost close. The liquid’s scent wafting in my direction smelled like mint and chamomile. I fucking HATE herbal teas. When I was a teenager I had to help my uncle with bailing hay at the farm. After a whole day of breathing in dust and alfalfa flowers the crap running down my throat tastes exactly like herbal tea. Anyway, I finally shoveled in the last forkful of breakfast, leaned back in the chair and gave a hearty belch. “Now you have a choice, big boy.” Bre was still leaning back against the kitchen counter only now she had a huge stainless steel travel mug in one hand and her tea in the other. “Coffee…” she raised the travel mug “…tea…” she raised the ceramic mug “…or me?” She shrugged her shoulders, the button down shirt fell down to her elbows and waistline revealing a body that a heavy weight bodybuilder dreams of; tight waist, tendinous inscriptions that were three inches thick, shredded serratus anterior, latissimus dorsi that imitated a cobra’s hood, at least twenty-five inch upper arms, deltoids the size and hardness of bowling balls, trapezius that rose two-thirds of the way to her ears and pectorals that were hard and firm. If just those muscles were on a woman her size that woman would be considered pretty stacked. Brenna had those muscles AND incredible breasts with small brown areola and thick, inch long, nipples. Her torso supported by legs thick enough to squat a ton, yet shapely enough to give a guy whiplash as he turned his head for a second or fourth look. All this sculpted marble muscle on a five foot three inch frame made her look freaky...freaky sexy! I locked eyes with her and, deliberately, slowly stood up. As I rose from the chair I made myself grow in height until Bre’s eyes were level with my navel. I flexed first my left bicep, then my right, then my cock, as I walked towards her. I made sure that each footstep made the house rattle. When my glans pressed into her impenetrable abs I raised my hand as if I was to stroke her cheek. She tilted her head in that direction expecting my touch. In the last instant, I grabbed the travel mug, downed the entire contents in two gulps, crushed the container and tossed the now useless scrap metal over my shoulder. If you remember from our first (one-sided) conversation, you know that I can’t function in the mornings without a couple of cups of coffee in me. While the caffeine worked its magic on the A1 and A2A receptors I advanced on my prey. Bre held up a finger and said, “Waitaminute,” and took a deep drink from her tea. Almost instantly her pupils dilated. She set the mug on the countertop behind her and reached up to put both of her muscled, veined, tiny hands on my pecs. Then she extended and dragged feline-like claws from the ends of her fingers across my taut skin. She took a step or two towards me, making my painfully hard cock rise up until it was nestled in her cleavage. “So, are you going to use this big thing to fuck me?” she seductively said. “Plunge it deep into my hot, wet cunt?” She started to slowly bounce her pectorals, making her breasts stroke my leaking cock. “I think you're just going to peter out, “she brought her elbows inward, using her upper arms to squeeze her breasts tighter, “just like the little boy you are.” That did it. Now I was not just sexually aroused, but my dominance was thrown into question. Yes, I know she did that on purpose just to get me to fuck her hard. Well...it worked. I growled as I grabbed her gluteus maximus and lifted her 350 pound weight above my head like she was a feather. I easily squeezed and spread those unbreakable muscles in my hands to expose her ass and pussy. It took me a second or two to properly line up my cock with her leaking hole, then I explosively brought her down. As soon as I felt her hot, wet lips against my glans I flexed my rectus abdominis and thrust up into her. Whether by design or not, she was so virgin tight that I was only able to get the glans and an inch of shaft into her. She threw back her head and screamed so loud I’m sure the neighbors would call the cops. Her hands clenched my trapezius hard. Her claws pierced my skin, but couldn’t penetrate the steel-hard muscle. I repeatedly pulled my cock out to the glans using my core muscles, then forced her to take another inch while I roared and she screamed at every fuck, “YOU THINK...” two inches in, pull out “...THAT THIS COCK...three inches in, pull out “...is a BOY’S DICK…” four inches in, pull out “THIS!” five in “IS” six in “A” seven in “MAN’S” eight in “COCK!” I rammed the remainder of my shaft into her as she started to scratch my back with those sharp claws. I still hadn’t touched her cervix, she must have deepened her vagina just to tease me. I wasn’t in the mood for any of that. In the next thrust I lengthen my cock until I felt the entrance to her inner core. The next time I withdrew I packed on five more inches, two more inches in girth and hardened the organ until I could punch a hole through a three inch steel plate. Then I shattered her core with a single devastating ram. She threw back her head, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she used every last molecule of air in her lungs to scream again. At the same time I roared into her face with victory and dominance. I looked down and saw two or three inches of shaft were not buried in her. That would not do. I forced in the final inches until I’m balls deep in the most exquisite pussy on Earth. I removed my left hand from her ass, brought my arm up, bent the elbow and flexed my bicep so big it made Colman’s arms look insignificant. I continued my devastation of her vigina and womb. I dropped my voice three octaves and, with each skewering thrust punctuating each word, said, “I...am...your...ALPHA...your...MASTER!” She grunted and cried out with every word. “Every...other...male...is...insignificant...next...to...ME!” She grabbed my incredibly hard, vein covered arm and threw her mouth onto my shoulder. She bit down as I felt her legs begin to spasm. “I...AM...A...YOUR…GOD!” With the last word I drop my voice into the infrasound level. That word couldn’t be heard, yet windows and plates rattled, the house creaked. Brenna screamed around the muscle in her mouth and explosively squirted a gallon of girl cum on my abs and legs. Now that the natural order of things had been reestablished I lifted her off me and threw her against the kitchen counter in front of the sink and the window to the backyard. Her rectus abdominis shattered the marble countertop and bent the stainless steel sink. I waste no time in pinning her hands to the countertop at her side and ramming myself up her still quivering cunt. I took my time now, relishing each inch of her. While I slowly saw in and out of her I admired her shoulders and back. I ran a hand over her back. Her teres, major and minor, rhomboid major and infraspinatus almost rose above the larger trapezius and latissimus dorsi. Each muscle group was incredibly defined, stirated, thick and hard. She was the apex of muscular beauty. And my blood boiled with testosterone as I broke her. I cupped her chin and slowly pulled her head back. She resisted with all her considerable might, muscles flexed and pumped up with blood and superficial veins popped up under reddening skin. I could see her breasts swinging on her chest when her head met my upper abs. Her nipples were long, thick and diamond hard. I moved my hand down to her neck, slammed into her and demanded, “Who am I?” “AHHHHH!! You’re Bruce Banderole!” She squeezed her eyes shut. I viciously ram up. “Wrong answer. LOOK AT ME!!” Brenna eyes fly open as she grunts from the impact, “You...you’re my MMMaaasterrr!” Again, I smash through her cervix and punch the far wall of her uterus. “Try AGAIN!” “You’re the...the LAST ONE!!” she screamed as another orgasm racked her body and she crushed the marble countertop under her hands. Not exactly what I was working towards. ‘What the FUCK?!’ Ego interjected. I ignored him and released Brenna’s neck. She fell forward into the sink. Her back was covered with sweat and she was breathing like she just finished a marathon. I, however, was breathing like I was sitting in a chair and no moisture appeared on my brow. I looked out the window and saw Fred Metzer holding a hose in his hand in his backyard. His hand was at his side as he was totally engrossed with the carnal spectacle I was giving him. The hose looked like his limp two inch dick. His mischievous son had crimped the hose causing the water pressure to fall. I seized Bre’s hair and lifted her head up so she could see Fred. “See that beta boy? See how limp his dick is?” She started breathing hard again. I released her hair and gave Fred the biggest fucking monster sized double bi flex he would ever see. His life changed forever; his eyes bugged out, he slouched and became the lesser male I always knew he was. Yeah, that’s right, boy. You’re a one, maybe two, on the male scale. I’m a one fucking hundred. “That’s what every other male is next to me.” I drank in the firehose of emotions Fred was directing at me; envy, submission and, wait a minute, need? That little fucker actually thinks I’d let him touch me. I gave him a little taste of what he would never have, never achieve; I bent my head down and licked a throbbing vein on a football-sized bicep. Brenna jerked and cried out when I took that power to thicken my already titanic cock, harden it until I could pulverize diamonds. Fred finally noticed that the water wasn’t coming out of the hose and lifted it up to peer inside. His son chose that exact moment to release the pressure. The poor beta got a face full of water that blasted out of the hose. “And that happens every time those weakling BOYS see me fuck their women, claim their women, TAKE their women!” Her third orgasm hit her like a 10.0 Richter Scale earthquake. She pushed her hands forward, plowing through the two inch thick stone countertop as easily as you would push your hand through clay. When she comes down from the euphoria she’s so out of it that her trembling legs aren’t supporting her weight. The only thing keeping her upright is my cock. I take a step backwards, pulling her away from the countertop. I let her leg dangle in midair for a few seconds, then I lowered my still mind blowingly hard cock. She slid down my cock to lay like a puddle of muscle on the kitchen linoleum. I reached down, grabbed her hair, yanked her to her knees, bellowed, “I’m not done with you yet!” and rammed my cock down her throat. It took a few seconds to come to and realize I was fucking her throat, but when she does, oooh man, she took over. Her tongue lashed and whipped every inch of cock that wasn’t in her throat, bobbed her head up and down my shaft so fast she became a blur. Under that assault it wasn’t long before I reached and shattered my own orgasmic threshold. I arched my back, threw back my head, shoulders and arms and flexed every single muscle cell in my entire body in an effort to blast my very essence through the little slit at the tip of my cock and roared. Brenna grabbed my hips and hung on for dear life as I erupted for five minutes down her throat. She clawed at my legs as she slid down my satisfied cock. She purred when I looked down over my pecs at her. She eventually shifted herself to sit against the cabinet. She reached up and stroked my softening, yet still massive cock. “Feeling better now?” I said. Brenna, my cat, said, “Hmmmm, maybe a little,” and smiled up at me. Bre then reached up and took the mug from the countertop. Somehow it had survived the destruction we wrought against the granite stone and sink. She took a sip and said, “Oooo yeah...that’s better.” She complained as I took the mug out of her hand, held it to my nose and sniffed. Yeah, it definitely smelled like a thirteen hour day of bailing hay, yet there was something else in it...something familiar. “What the hell is this?” I asked Bre. “It’s catnip tea,” Arthur said from the kitchen doorway looking only at his sister. Bre snatched the mug out of my hand and drained the remaining tea in one gulp. Art stood at five feet four inches tall and looked like a pale university freshman. His long brown hair hung over his hazel eyes and he was rail thin. The skinny jeans he wore were baggy, his dirty white shoes untied and his maroon wife beater shirt was three sizes too big. The shirt had a cartoon of Goldy Gopher, the University of Minnesota mascot, coming out of a hole in the ground giving a thumbs up. The caption, in a semicircle above the illustration, said, “GO MIGHTY GOPHERS!” “She’s like you with coffee; needs it to start the day.” Bre looked up at me, nodded her head and giggled. “We sometimes like to keep part of the animal when we are human. I, for instance, just like every dog, likes…” Bre perked up, raised herself on one arm while she pointed the mug at her brother. “Oh, no. DON’T YOU DARE say what I think you’re going to say!” Undeterred Art continues “...to suck on a bone and lick some balls every once and awhile.” I chuckled while Bre, who’s probably heard every pun Art has uttered, put her head in her hand, pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Oh, gods dammit. I was just about to have a good day.” “Anyway, remember that thing that happened four days ago?” Bre immediately sobered up, turned serious, looked up to Art and put a trembling hand on my thigh. “Yeah,” she said, trying to hide the concern in her voice. “I got a text. I have to do the thing. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be gone for several days.” I didn’t like the sound of this. I turned to face him and returned myself to my default setting, six foot six inches tall, on-season championship bodybuilder with a thick, uncut seven inch flaccid penis and testicles to match. “Arthur, about what happened in the shower,” I started to say. “I won’t be able to contact you Bre...” he ignored and interrupted me. “...so don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” he said, then turned towards the front door and walked away. “Whatever is troubling you...” Art stopped halfway to the door and stood still; his back tensed up. “...I know we can work it out together.” Without acknowledging my offer he continued to the front door. He turned the doorknob and threw the door open. Even before the door slammed into the adjoining wall, he was gone. The door bounced off the wall, only closing half way. From the time Authur entered the kitchen to when he left, I only felt darkness from him. Bre walked up to my side. She slipped under my arm and wrapped her arm around my waist. Her free hand rested on my chest. Staring at the door I quietly said, “I’m worried about him.” “I know.” “He’ll be beaten to a pulp if the football team sees him in that shirt.” “I’m more worried about what he’d do to them.” Bre then looked up, patted my chest and said, “Come on. You’ve got that human physical thing to do and it’s getting late.” She grabbed my hand, went up to the front door to close it then led me back to my bedroom where she proceeded to open my closet and rifled through my clothes. Three wardrobe changes later I’m wearing a tight red polo shirt, blue jeans and a pair of running shoes. Brenna had fastened all the buttons on the shirt. I immediately flexed my pectorals and trapezius, making the buttons burst off of me and ricochet off the walls. I looked down to see the canyon of my chest cleavage. She rolled her eyes and shoved me out the door. “Have fun, and don’t worry about the cum stains everywhere. I’ll lick them up!” she yelled after me and slammed the door. I turned around to get in the Lycan and saw old Ms. Chakancy, with her little white miniature poodle Killer on a leash, giving me an incredulous look. I just looked at her as I walked to the car and opened the door, gave her an award-winning smile and said, “Don’t ya just love weekend long orgies?” and entered the car. “Well, I never!” she exclaimed. Ego snorted and said, ‘No shit lady. You probably couldn’t get laid giving blow jobs at a horny blind man's convention.’ ‘Now, now, let’s be nice to the old bat,’ I internally replied, started the car and burnt rubber rocketing out of the driveway and onto the street. ‘Be nice! She calls the cops every time Debbie drives up with her stereo on!’ Ahh, yes. Deb does love her Norwegian Death Metal music at maximum volume. I get the mental impression of Ego taking a deep breath and calming himself down. ‘Alright. The doctor’s office in Verona. Due to my morning extracurricular activities...” he emphasized the word ‘activities’ ‘…the morning rush is over so it should only take I seventeen minutes to get there. The appointment is forty-five minutes from now so me have plenty of time. And what the fuck is this ‘You’re the last descendent’ and ‘You’re the one’ bullshit?’ I rolled my eyes and said aloud, “How the hell should I know and thanks, Siri.” ‘Oh, so I’m my digital assistant now, eh? In that case…’ and I’m forced to listen to knock knock jokes until, three miles later, in the middle of South Midvale Boulevard, the car backfired and rapidly lost power.
Black Cat Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 WARNING! Contains snuff. Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 Epilogue Sequel: Black Cats Chapter 1 The wife lays on the bed on her side, passed out. Her long auburn hair covers her sweaty, cummy face, neck and tits. Cum leaks out of her pussy and ass onto the soaked hotel sheets. Sunlight from the window lands on her 36C breasts, her nipples still hard and extended from my manipulations. Those beautiful breasts jiggle, the bed creeks and the headboard hits the wall with each of my thrusts. "Oh, God! Fuuuuck!" the husband moans under me. I pin his head to the bed with my left hand. My right hand grips and lifts his pelvis keeping his ass inline with my cock. For the last twenty minutes I've been pulling all the way out, waiting for his sphincter to close, then, with a low-pitch growl, ramming in deep. "You like that, boy? hmmmggggggrrrrrr. Like getting fucked slow and hard?" The husband moans something that sounds like, "yes, Daddy", as his fists tightly clutch the sheets. I roll my head back and inhale deeply, relishing the musky scent of sex. I spike his ass with a quarter of my rod. "AAAAHHHHHHGGOOOOOODD!" the pitiful excuse for a male wails. "GRRRR! I don't give a FUCK what you like, cunt," I growl. Enough of treading lightly with this virgin ass. I grab his shoulders with both hands and use my abs for countless short hard strokes, smashing into his prostate with every fuck. The bed frame crashes against that wall with a loud BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM as I bore into him. I keep up the rapid-fire assault, grunting with each fuck, until he yells, "I'm cumming!" I wrap my left hand around his throat and lift him off the bed. I stand tall and press the back of his head into my chest. He utters a satisfying scream as he slides father down. A minuscule amount of cum bubbles through the tiny cock cage his little penis is trapped in. His legs swing and bump my shins as I walk to the floor-to-ceiling mirror. By the time I reach the mirror he's panting like a bitch in heat. I turn to face the mirror and look over the "man" impaled on my cock. Mid-twenties, crew-cut blond hair, handsome features. I guess you could say that he's got a middleweight bodybuilder physique. A decent chest above his six pack. An above average limp dick swings off of him. He could probably place in a regional bodybuilding competition if he didn't skip leg days. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut. "Open your eyes. Come on boy," I thump his head with my free hand, "open." When he doesn't obey I forcefully flex my abs, driving my ramrod deeper into his gut. "Aaaarrrg!" his eyes snap open and looks at me in the mirror with fear, lust and fear. He begins to hyperventilate. "Hey, calm down, little man." I slide my hand off of his throat putting him in a choke hold. I lightly squeeze his windpipe between my forearm and bicep. His hands immediately grab my arm and vainly tries to move it. I whisper into his ear, "Take slow deep breaths. That's it. Good boy." With his breathing slowing I find myself involuntarily slow fucking his tight ass and watching my hulking figure in the mirror. The husband's head, his mouth gaping open, is held between a forearm thicker than his upper arm and a bicep bigger than his head. Thick veins under my paper-thin skin look like a metropolitan subway map. Above my bowling ball delts thick traps rise like mountains to meet my corded neck. The husband whimpers when I flex my free arm into a Herculean ball of power. "You like that, puny boy? Grrrr, yeah, I think we both know who's superior." I feel a pair of tits against my wide lats and a sopping wet pussy grinding on my massive rippling leg. "Fuck him, baby." The wife wraps her tiny hands around my torso. One hand slowly strokes my ten-pack, fingers following the perimeter of each thick cobblestone segment. Her other hand travels up to my shelf-like pecs to try to squeeze the rock-hard muscle. Giving that up, she begins to pinch and tweak a downward pointing nipple. "Show him how to use that thing between his legs." She's kissing and licking my back. "He's never satisfied me. You…oh god…you made me cum more than I've ever had. Show him how a real man fucks." Never wanting to disappoint the ladies I break the bi pose and slap the husband's glute. He yelps and calls out for mercy to whatever deity he thinks is listening. I seize a leg and bring it to his chest as I start to pound his ass balls deep. I roar. The husband screams in terror and submission. The wife moans, "Make him your bitch like you made me your whore…Master" *** Good. Now I have your attention. With all the instant gratification, short news cycles and screaming 140 to 280 character dispatches from who-the fuck-cares you have to grab attention by the balls, squeeze and not let go. Even if the owner of said balls slaps you with an injunction. Which never happens to me…usually. Hi, I'm Bruce. Bruce Banderole. Ripped let me hijack his account to tell my story. I didn't used to be this way. The domineering alpha male, not the ball grabber. Well, maybe not that either. Anyway, I was just your typical, average office worker schmuck sitting in a nondescript cube surrounded by sappy inspirational posters from HR in the boring corporate world. To say I was the pinnacle of physical health would be laughable. Twenty-six years old at this time. Under the average height for a male, just under the definition of obese, nearsighted and balding. My idea of exercise was carrying a box of a dozen doughnuts to the office every Friday. The only thing in my life that brought a ray of sunshine into my gloom was my girlfriend, Val. Six weeks ago that would all start to change. On that Monday nothing could brighten my mood. I grabbed two different socks out of the sock drawer, my sandwich was moldy, the printer repeatedly jammed on duplication of a fifty page report and I had my review. See, there's me after work in line at the bus stop waiting for the 5:10 to my house. Hunched shoulders, thinking about the day and mumbling, "How the fuck did I get a 'adequate' on the Reynolds account? I busted my ass for that fucker!" I look up to the guy behind me, "Tell me why a guy that looks like an avocado had sex with an older more disgusting avocado complained?" The old lady behind him stepped back aghast. The guy looked at me and said, "Maybe it's your use of harsh language." When I realized I left my umbrella at home, it started to rain. I sighed defeat to the universe as the bus rolled to a stop. The doors opened and I heard something in the alley. I ignored it and shuffled forward. After a few steps I heard it again. This time I think I heard a cat. I had a cat once. My sister wanted to name it Dog. A few more shuffling steps and I definitely heard a cat. I reached the bus door, looked up at the driver and said "Wait for me, I'll be right back." I think I heard the driver mumble, "Yeah right buddy" as I turned into the ally. "Here, kitty kitty kitty." I heard a reply from the left ten feet down the alley. I called out again, followed the reply and found an average sized undernourished young adult black cat under a piece of cardboard. It looked up at me with pleading electric blue eyes. I knelt down to the cat, and slowly blinked, "Hey, there." I extended a finger in front of its nose. "You don't look too well." The cat sniffed my finger, blinked and replied with a meow that almost sounded like, "Help?" I extended the finger to scratch the cat's chin. I didn't see a collar when the cat lifted its head for more scratches. "Oh, so you're a stray huh? Well we can't have you walking the streets can we?" As I gently lifted the cat it began to purr. I turned around with the cat cradled in my arms just in time to see the back of the bus disappear down the street. I sigh and mutter, "Fuck." "Mew?" "It's just been one of those days, cat. There's a vet school a few blocks from here. How about we get you checked out and get something to eat?" "Purrrrmoowprrrr" "I'll take that as a 'yes'." Two hours later I ordered an Uber and headed for home with a $200 vet bill, a box of stuff and a very groggy cat. When the Uber pulled up I saw my favorite driver, Debbie, in her beat up Hyundai Accent. "What the fuck ya got there, Bruce?" she yelled at me over the blaring death metal as I put the cat carrier and box in the back seat. I closed the squeaky back door and yanked on the front passenger door until it opened. Most people don't like Debbie. It might be that she curses like a sailor or that she'd rather insult you than get a tip. I kinda liked her; the petite figure, the girl-next-door face, the long blond hair in pigtails just went so well with the spiked leather collar, ripped band t-shirt, short shorts and bowie knife strapped to her thigh. Think Harley Quinn without a psychopathic homicidal boyfriend with a pasty complexion. At least I hoped so. "I found a stray cat and decided to adopt her," I replied once I sat down in the seat and turned down the screaming Norwegians. "The vet named her Brenna. Apparently that's Gaelic for 'black hair'." Debbie lifted a single eyebrow when she glanced from the back seat to me, "You, a cat? What's that fucking bitch Val gonna say?" I buckled up and replied, "Yeah, a cat. I'm secure enough in my manhood that I don't need a hundred fifty pound slobbering dog that you have to get up at five o'clock in the morning to walk. Besides, everyone should have a little pussy." She blushed as she pulled the car out into that traffic and replied, "Uh-huh. You got food and a goddamn cat box yet?" I pointed my thumb at the box in the back, "Yeah. The vet gave me a box of stuff. Said it was a CCL Starter Kit." We almost get into an accident when Debbie snorted and started laughing. "You mind not killing us and tell me what's so funny?" She composed herself just enough to reply, "Shit! CCL stands for Crazy Cat Lady." My eyes involuntary rolled heavenwards, "Laugh it up, Deb. One cat doth not a crazy make." "Mrr, aarrr?" came from the back seat. "I didn't ask you." With a snicker she stated, "They say the fucking first step is talking to the them." "And yet you talk to your crappy car." "Hey, don't insult Reggy! He's very sensitive!" The car backfired in agreement. She started stroking the dashboard, winked at me and said, "There, there, Reg. Don't listen to that mean asshole. You still haven't said how your cocksucking bitch-friend's going to react." "A FUCKING CAT!" was the reply I got from Val to a text with a pic of Brenna on my lap. When we got home I set everything up for Brenna. She had some water and cat food from her bowls in the kitchen and used her box in the bathroom. With her belly full she constantly purred while I scratched and rubbed her chin, throat and belly. She held my arm with her paws to make sure I didn't stop. She especially wanted me to scratch under her new orange-red nylon collar. I tried to think why the love of my life would say that as I scrolled up the app and saw all the pics she sent of her Pekingese, Alcaeus. The many, many pictures of Alcaeus dressed in a toga, birthday hat, sunglasses. In a sombrero for Cinco de Mayo. In a Santa beard and stocking cap for Christmas. The pics of Alcaeus with a hair bow on its head, in a Che Guevara t-shirt and beret, dressed as a Minion, lapping up a strawberry smoothie (from MY glass, mind you), wearing a Mario cap and, the worst, with cat ears. I typed out my reply with the thumb the little spoiled shit bit last week when I tried to get him away from my smoothie, "I found her in an alley downtown. I'm not going to walk away from that. Come on over and meet her, babe." A minute later the reply chat bubble started bubbling. Two minutes later I see, "Ugh fine cu soon." "We're going to have company, Brenna," I told the purring ball of fur on my lap as I rubbed behind her ears. Then I noticed the pizza boxes on the coffee table and dirty socks on the sofa. I sighed and said, "Looks like I've got to clean this place up a bit…" "Myeah." "…so you're gonna have to…Wait a minute, did you just say 'yeah'?" She just blinked those beautiful electric blue eyes and purred. "Ooookay then. Let me just set," I lifted her up and settled her on the sofa, "you here while I straighten up the place." The garbage was tossed and a load of laundry started when I heard the familiar sounds of Cadaver's "Cannibalistic Dissection" outside, Val screaming, "You expect a TIP after THAT?!" and a creaky car door slam. I open my front door to Val in a tight blue mid-thigh dress, her auburn hair in a bun, oversized sunglasses and a floppy wide brimmed hat. Behind her I saw a Hyundai peeling rubber and the driver's arm sticking out the window with a middle finger extended. "Ugh! That cabbie is the WORST! I don't know why they don't just fire her ass!" "She's not a cabbie and they can't." I gave Val a kiss on the cheek as she blew past me. "You know she's an independent contractor and the best driver in the city." "WHATEVER. So," she scanned the room, "where's this cat?" When Val set her oversized purse down her "dog" squeaked and poked his head out. "She's on the sofa. Be gentle, she's not used to…" When Val saw Brenna she charged towards her. Loudly, she said, "Oh, aren't you just the cutest thing!" Brenna jumped to the back of the couch, yelled, "Moor? REEEOW!" and hissed. When Val started to reach for her she jumped down and hid under the couch. "Hey! That's not how you act around a new pet, Valerie!" Alcaeus jumped out of the purse and started yapping at the couch. "Pfft, what do you know. It's just a cat." Brenna came out and sat in front of Alcaeus. Alcaeus continued to yap away as if he was a fearsome beast. Brenna, just yawned and cleaned her paw. "Yeah, well, she MY cat and I won't have her becoming neurotic due to…" We both heard a cut off yip and looked down to see Brenna's paw pinning Alcaeus's head to the floor. Her tail swished and she gave a "humph" sound. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DOG!" Val exclaimed. I suppressed a snicker and said pridefully, "I see there's no chance of that." Val reached down to pick up the dog Brenna sniffed her hand. "Get away!" She clutched the shivering dog to her breasts, "That cat is EVIL!" "No she's not. This is all new to her. It'll take time for her to adjust." "Yeah, well…" Val's phone sounded out a notification I haven't heard before. Her face went flush and her eyes widened when she looked at her phone. "Sorry, babe. Gotta go." "You just got here?" I said, my hands outspread. "I know, but somethings come up…at work," Val collected her purse, shoved the shivering mutt in it and headed toward the door. "Can I call you an Uber?" "With HER again. I don't think so. Besides, my ride is already outside. Bye!" And with that Val slammed the front door on her way out. I stood in the middle of the living room wondering what just happened when I felt Brenna winding herself around my legs. "Well, that could have gone better." I said looking down at her. She blinked twice. "She's really very nice, ya know." "Mnoow," was the only reply in the room. Did my cat just say, "No"?
Part 1: "You, uh, need a hand carrying that in?" Bruce asked. He scratched his balding head as he watched Aaron haul the enormous piece of equipment all by himself. Aaron simply grunted in response. Despite being in his 50's, he managed to retain most of his hard-earned muscles from his college days through diligent training. And even though he could barely wrap his meaty arms around the length of the monitor, Aaron showed no struggle carrying the machine into the frat house. "I think he's got it," Philip replied lamely. The two watched as Aaron's wide back disappeared into the dark building. Aaron was dressed in a tank top and basketball shorts that hugged his rugged body nicely, and was probably one of the few among his alumni brothers that could pull off that look so casually. Bruce, for example, was a victim among many with his slowing metabolism and widening beer belly. He sighed as he mentally compared himself to Aaron and glanced down at the gut stretching his dress shirt, subconsciously tucking his thumbs under suspender straps. Philip, however, had the opposite problem. He was never able to gain much weight for as long as he remembered. He was so thin his brothers used to joke that he could easily hide behind a telephone pole without having to turn. Even now, Philip looked at his own loose, billowing semi-formal clothes, feeling like he could blow away if the wind wanted him to. The two were broken out of their self-loathing by the sound of a soft thud coming from inside the frat house. They filed in, Philip tracing his hand on the wall for the light switch. Bruce couldn't help but notice a musty smell in the humid air. With a flick, the main room of the frat house they once called home lit up around them. It was surprisingly tidy, although that was only because it was still summer, and most of the fraternity brothers were still on vacation. The furniture, walls, and floors, however, could not hide their age no matter how well-kept it was. Aaron had his arms on his hips as he stood by a cluster of old sofas with his device plopped down in the center facing them. "Well, I told ya the house was still standing." "Barely." Bruce remarked, glancing at the peeling paint on the walls. "It's a surprise to see they haven't made plans on remodeling, or hell, getting a new house altogether." Philip said, grimacing at the old stains on the floor. "That's why I invited you guys here. Since you guys both said you'll be too busy for homecoming-" "Work." Bruce grunted. "Family vacation." Philip chimed in. Aaron held his hands up in mock-surrender. "I know, I know. But since you guys will be pre-occupied like you are every year, I wanted to discuss the alumni dues so that we can-" Bruce groaned. "/That's/ why you invited us here? I thought we were going to hang and catch up over beer and football like old times." He tried to cross his arms but failed so he put his hands on his hips like Aaron did; though he seemed much less intimidating. Philip rolled his eyes. He looked like he was already thinking of excuses to get out of this situation. "Now hold on, hold on." Aaron said, his voice firm. "We /are/ going to catch up. I /know/ alumni dues are completely voluntary, and I /know/ that we're all building up our savings for early retirement like the next guy. But I want to give back to the organization that helped make me who I am today." Bruce could swear he saw Aaron puff up his chest a little. "And I thought," Aaron continued, "what better way to show why we should care about the future generations than to present them on this invention." He patted the top of the strange monitor. Bruce took a closer look at the machine. It somewhat resembled a CRT television, but the frame was purple and translucent. 'Like the special edition GameBoy Color,' Bruce thought. 'Did old TV's always have so many wires?' On top of the monitor, a bundle of multi-colored wires from the back collected together and funneled into the small end of what seemed to be an old-fashioned ear trumpet made of copper. The large end of the ear trumpet faced the front like a strange speaker. Below the screen, instead of buttons or dials there was an exhaust vent of some sort. Bruce thought it was strange as those little holes were usually on the back. The portly man gave a bemused smirk. "Come on Aaron, we may be old but even /I/ know this is junk. The boys are gonna laugh at your sad excuse of a donation." "I didn't know you still 'invented' things," said Philip with a stifled chuckle. "Yeah I thought you gave up on making those silly doo-hickeys freshman year," Bruce added. Aaron's proud stance faltered for a moment as he nervously glanced at the unplugged machine, then looking visibly relieved. "It's not for watching football or anything like that," he said. "It's-" he paused, thinking for a second. "It's a device that lets us replay our favorite memories on screen." Without further hesitation he crouched around the 'doo-hickey' and got to work plugging everything in. "Here, let me show you." The two guests looked at each other with skepticism. If this was a chance to make fun of another one of Aaron's failed inventions, they didn't want to miss it. 'Just like old times,' thought Bruce. Philip tapped his foot impatiently and Bruce huffed as he sat down on one of the couches right in the middle. Bruce couldn't help but stare at what Aaron was currently "showing" as his pert ass shifted and swayed in those stretched-out shorts while the TV was being set up. Suddenly realizing that he wasn't alone, Bruce glanced at Philip, who met eyes with him. He was caught in the act. Philip started to say something when the TV suddenly lit up and presented nothing but static and a soft *kssshhhh* noise. "There!" Aaron announced. The three of them stared at the screen, waiting in anticipation. "Soooo... now what?" Said Philip. About two seconds later, the screen changed to show the main room of the frat house, but from Philip's point of view. "Soooo... now what?" His voice mimed from the screen. "Woah! How'd you do that?" Philip exclaimed, whirling around and checking himself for a hidden camera. The screen copied his words and spun around with him. "Big deal. It can record and play a live feed," Bruce grumbled. The TV instantly changed and was now showing the room from Bruce's perspective. His replayed voice sounded equally unimpressed. "It- it can also play whatever memory we request," Aaron added, his voice sounding slightly panicked. He took a quick breath and then continued more calmly. "Right now, it's playing whatever surface level memories are presented from the last person that spoke." And on cue, the TV replayed his explanation. "Okay, take it away, Mr. Inventor." Bruce gestured to the screen. Aaron's eyes glimmered for a moment before facing the monitor. The machine repeated Bruce, almost as if to give Aaron permission to use it himself. Aaron straightened himself up and spoke clearly into the ear trumpet. "Show us my sophomore year Halloween party." The lights above flickered as the screen sputtered between static and blurred images as if a poorly-focused time lapse video was being played. After a few moments, the screen became clearer, and the trio was presented with the sight of a veiny, pumped forearm pushing a door open to reveal the frat house's main room, garishly decorated with an assortment of Halloween props, lit by blinding orange, green, and purple strobe lights. The new furniture was pushed to the walls as the center floor was brimming with bodies shaking to the music and hands exploring wherever they landed. Several people, to the shock of the viewers, were recognized as their old fraternity brothers. Except they were all young and carefree, some dancing, some flirting with sorority girls, and some doing things their parents probably wouldn't approve of. Most of the party goers were dressed, if you could call it that, in costumes that showed as much skin as possible. "Hey! There's me!" Bruce pointed at the screen. Young Bruce was no exception. Sloppily painted head-to-toe in green and clad in purple trunks, the man was quite a hunk. While not the tallest brother in the fraternity, he was definitely one of the biggest, and he liked to flaunt it. Even then, he had the slight hint of a beer gut beginning to emerge underneath his cut abs. Old Bruce thought it was strange seeing his young self acting so... fratty, but didn't complain with what he saw. The chicks loved him. And he loved them. As if hearing his thoughts, the younger and slimmer version of Bruce eyed the screen and his face lit up. He hollered something over the loud music and waved. The "camera" bobbed up and down in response as it made it's way through the house, greeting the brothers and other party guests in a similar gesture. The screen seemed to pan in every direction, as if looking for someone, until it landed on Philip. "And there's me." Philip gasped, now sitting. The screen advanced on Young Philip who was leaning with his back and one foot against the wall, one hand in his pocket, and holding a cup of spiked punch in the other. He meekly raised his cup at the screen with a small smile and then took a sip, staring back at the crowd. Unlike the others, he was dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks. "Hah! Phil you look like you haven't changed a bit. You're still as skinny as you were so many years ago!" Bruce guffawed and slapped his knee, clearly enjoying his jabs at Philip, who now looked like he wanted to be swallowed up by the sofa cushions. "Actually," Aaron began, "I think he's been looking a lot healthier." They both stared at him, puzzled. "I mean, you really packed on quite a bit of muscles since then. It's- it's all because of that diet and weight training routine you started in sophomore year wasn't it?" The lights flickered slightly but nobody paid mind to it. Bruce couldn't see anything in his peripheral vision for a brief moment. When the light returned, he turned to look at his brother again. "Phil-" Bruce started, but his jaw dropped. Beside him was still his fraternity brother, only he seemed different. His clothes were not loose, his posture oozed confidence, and his presence was more notable. It was like he had a stronger gravitational pull. "Wha-" Bruce tried to speak, but suddenly it felt like two plus two didn't equal four. "Actually," Aaron said again, "Bruce was right about one thing," he spoke slowly. "Phil, you don't look a day over twenty-five. Not a single wrinkle on that baby-face of yours. How'd you do it? Was it the skin care brand you work for?" He paused, glancing at the screen. "It was your investment in that company when you finished your major in business, wasn't it? You mentioned you were interested in it at this party, I think." The ceiling lights dimmed, then turned back to normal. "Yea I... Oh, I think our young selves are talking about it right now!" Philip directed his attention back to the TV. Bruce tore his eyes from Philip's body and looked at the screen. Sure enough, the camera was now half-watching the party and half-turned to Philip as young Aaron spoke with him. The camera seemed to peer down at Aaron's feet or look at the party whenever Philip smiled or laughed. Aaron whistled and sat back on the other neighboring couch. "Wow, I guess I never noticed it back then, but that workout plan really did wonders on your body early on, too." Aaron murmured. "It's a good thing you never broke your habit from the routine." . The lights flickered harshly this time. Bruce watched, rapt as the camera blinked and then focused on young Philip and his B-list superhero costume, the sexy version of course, now standing proudly on his own two feet and towering over Aaron. He was animatedly talking about his career plans, but his bare abs seemed to be the new point of emphasis for the camera. It wandered to the small but firm pecs wrapped tight in spandex along with his disproportionately huge upper arms and bulging legs. Bruce felt something stirring underneath his gut. He shook his head. 'Wait, wasn't Philip dressed in...' His train of thought halted at the sight of the hulking stud next to him. Philip was now leaning back, his gorilla-like arms slightly akimbo from his wide lats. His dress shirt was trying to keep everything together, but it looked like the buttons would pop if he simply took a deep breath. It stretched obscenely over his rounded, stuffed pecs and shoulders that were bigger than his own head. Even his traps rose above the couch cushions. The slacks did not look like they were faring any better as Bruce could make out the separations in the quadriceps through the thin fabric. "It all comes at a price, though," Philip mused, looking down at himself. "One of the side effects of the lotion is that it removes any body hair, permanently. Good thing I never need to moisturize my pits." He raised both arms overhead; two rips slowly drawn out as his lats pushed their way out from the constricting shirt. More rips were heard in quick succession as the sleeves tore apart between his biceps and triceps and from his shoulders. And he was right: while completely hairless anywhere else except for the curly locks on his head, his cavernous armpit still had some tufts of hair. "Ahh, that felt so good. Which reminds me," he continued, lowering his beefy arms, "it also makes everything really sensitive." He spread his legs and pushed them forward a little, the bulge in his groin swelling bigger and bigger. Bruce gulped at the lewd display. 'Was Philip making a pass because of what he saw earlier?' "It's a good thing," Aaron started, trying to find his words, "it's a good thing nobody ever minded how much or how little clothing you wore." Morph by Hardtrainer01 "That's true." Philip nonchalantly agreed, grabbing a handful of his overflowing underwear and scratching his exposed pecs. "Besides, finding clothes that would fit me is such a bother." He raised one arm to play with his hair, but every little movement sent his 20+ inch biceps bouncing, inviting Bruce to stare. "I bet you have a similar problem with clothes, huh Bruce?" "Uh, huh?" Bruce now realized he spent the better half of the last few moments drooling over Phil's smooth, jacked body. His hefty cock was still plumping up and clearly visible through the underwear, and his nipples, free from any constraints, already looked erect. Suck-able, even. "Yea- I mean- no. Not quite. You two can easily shop at the Big and Tall store; I just shop at Big." The brothers chuckled at this, then returned their attention to the monitor. Bruce tried to as well, but his gut was telling him that something was very wrong, and looking at Philip might shed some light. It wasn't because he was insanely hot and practically inviting him to do gay shit. No, maybe if he looked long enough he would figure it out. But Phil's sideways glance and smirk was all that was needed to make the man blush and turn back to the screen. He liked ladies, damnit! He has a wife at home! And speaking of ladies, he watched with reassurance as the sorority girls flocked to young Bruce and felt up his muscles. "Bro, I just realized why you picked this year's party." Bruce sat up and grinned at Aaron. "This was the fucking year we invited every single sorority sister-" "Sisters' polyamorous boyfriends!" Aaron finished. "Dude, what- no. We..." The lights flickered. Once, twice, and on the third time a bulb broke somewhere behind them. When Bruce turned to look back at the screen, he didn't see any sorority girls around him. Instead he was now sulking near the camera with Aaron and Philip, absentmindedly sipping from his punch. The dance floor was still populated by a couple college girls, but most of them were taken. Young Philip and young Aaron sounded like they were trying to cheer him up, keeping him company. Bruce was touched that he had such an unbreakable bond with them. Whenever they rough-housed, Bruce always ended up being sandwiched between their testosterone-laden bodies. On the outside, he was just another straight macho bro. But between those two towering studs, Bruce was putty in their hands. He fantasized about women, sure, but nothing made him harder than the thought of Aaron's funky gym smell rubbing off on him as he pilfered his roommate's dirty stretched-out laundry, or Philip's sweaty and pumped body, fresh from his rigorous workout, pressed against his during a wrestling match. And while other brothers were skeptical that he never found a wife, Aaron and Philip never once gave him shit for it. Even though he trusted them with anything about his life, he'd never let them know how hot and bothered they made him whenever they were around. Even now, Bruce swore under his breath as he felt the cool tingle at the tip of his dick, a spurt of pre-cum leaking into his trousers. "Well, it made sense, considering how our fraternity only recruits bi and gay men." Aaron explained. "Wait, what?" To be continued... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey everyone! Thank you for all your kind comments on my last story. I was recently inspired again, and wanted to play around with a genre that I've always enjoyed: reality changing. I didn't really do as much scene-hopping as I did with my other story, and my writing in the 3rd person (limited) is still a little rusty, but I hope that the pacing and language comes across smoothly. I realized as I started writing that this couldn't be a one-shot like my last story, however. The ideas just keep coming! So this will split into several parts. Feedback is always welcomed, and hit that follow button to- *lights out*
Loving My Summer Body – July 12th Entry Describing myself, Wyatt, has always been a difficult task, as it would be so easy to focus on what most would consider boring or stereotypically nerdy. When I attended the University of Chicago for my undergraduate degree in history, all four years were almost exclusively focused on my studies and getting into graduate school. There was no such thing for me as spring break vacations, or even summer and winter breaks, which were prime internship periods. Honestly, I barely even saw my parents, as I rarely had the time to go home. Human interaction was basically just roommates, professors, students from classes or projects, and the rare party or hookup. On the other hand, any solitary free time, once in a blue moon, was the expected video games, television shows, movies, anime, and anything else you’d likely associate with a geek. I know what you’re probably thinking at this point, some combination of “what a nerd” and it sounds like I probably needed a break. The latter is truer than you’ll ever know, as I was experiencing pretty intense burnout just by the end of the first year. Coming into my sophomore year I had no idea how I was going to keep up with my schedule, but then my roommate recommended something that would change my life forever. He wanted to get into working out to increase his game and didn’t want to do it alone, so he suggested it as a stress reliever for me between work. At the time, I was willing to try anything to get my life back on track, so I agreed. Little did I know he would drop it within the month, and I would totally fall in love with my gym time. Working out became my time to forget about school and focus on myself, which even the nerdy stuff couldn’t fully accomplish. Ultimately, I never expected working out to change my body, that wasn’t why I was doing it, but the results came within the year. Coming into college, my body was skinny on a good day, and a little chubby at worst. Yet, little by little, the gym began to sculpt my body into something high school me could only have dreamt of looking like. The fat burned away from my face down to my stomach, and muscle began to form all over, from my chest to my calves. Honestly, I didn’t even notice the changes at first, I wasn’t expecting any muscle to form, but maybe that was naïve of me. I went hard on my workouts for the relaxation and to get my stress out, but it changed me completely. I was a 6’4” average-looking kid when I started, but by the end of college I had transformed myself from a boy into a full on man. For me at least, the changes were first most notable in my face, which went from looking pretty ordinary to almost like a sculptor took the time to chisel out my jawline. But overtime, the mirror would make very clear what was happening to my body. Every morning I’d wake up to brush my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror only to be greeted by I guy with no chest, twigs for arms, chicken legs, and some stomach fat. But then, after my face began to transform, I next noticed the fat from my body was basically all gone, then signs of an actual chest and biceps quickly followed. It was genuinely exciting, I didn’t expect this at all, and I was still dedicated to my studies more than anything, but I was impressed with myself. Eventually, I think I just got use to the incremental changes when one day the realization of what was happening truly hit me. Standing in front of me was no longer the lanky kid that had walked onto campus, I had become a total, unrivaled hunk. Standing at 6’4” with 220 pounds of pure muscle, I finally realized how much of a beast I had become over the two-plus years of training. When I started I had no chest to speak of, the area was practically just bone, but now I had two monstrous pecs with a light coating of hair on top. Along with my now wide, broad shoulders and thick, bull neck, my pecs helped me fill out shirts unlike I ever had before. Similarly, no longer did I have tiny, weak arms, I was proud of my new baseball-sized, veiny biceps that I happily showed off at any opportunity. Combined with the other features, I legit had to get new shirts just to fit me, which I won’t lie, I did tend to get them on the tighter end. Yet, the godliest feature, I’d say, was the development of my stomach, which now sported a rock-hard eight-pack with completely shredded obliques. Not to be forgotten, my upper body was also sporting an insane back, which I didn’t even know was something you could mold into shape. There were ridges and crevasses all over when I flexed, honestly just looked like a map, I kid you not. Then, not to be out done by my torso, my lower body also developed its own set of incredible results. My thighs and calves basically gave me tree trunk like legs that just looked gigantic whenever I wore shorts. Pants were sometimes even hard to fit into, an issue that I kind of just find hilarious at times, but also pretty sexy. Funny enough, I’d probably argue that my biggest change down there though was probably my butt. I had the flattest ass you could possibly imagine at the start of this process, but now I had a total bubble butt, which became as hard as steel when I flexed. At the end of the day, I developed the body of a fitness model, and I loved it. Working out gave me an outlet for the stress of college, which I was able to then manage perfectly. Yet, it also transformed my body into something most men can only dream of accomplishing. I had essentially become a god among men, I just didn’t understand the full extent of my power. Sure, I knew people looked, but more than anything I had my head in books, I didn’t have time to see the benefits that my newly muscled physique could provide. Of course, these incredible muscles have gotten me laid, but that was just with a girl and a guy, separately, just to try it, and honestly, they were pretty scary and uncomfortable first times. Ultimately, I know how sexy and beautiful I look now, I just haven’t had the opportunity to fully explore what I’ve earned. With all of that said, most importantly, all of my hard work in school paid off and I was able to graduate with a 4.0 GPA and various academic accomplishments, assuring my place in Columbia University’s doctoral program in history. Yet, as proud of this achievement as I was, I did kind of feel like I had missed out on the fun of college, especially what a body like mine could have gotten around to doing. I definitely could have had way more sex, gone out with friends, drank at parties, and ultimately asserted my alpha male status. I’ve seen plenty of porn and instances where muscular hunks get everything they want and have a blast, I wanted that to be me. Before my program starts in September, I’m dedicated to making this happen, I want this to be a summer of fun where I’m the center of attention and get all the sex I can handle. I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had the time to show off my body at the beach or pool, it’s totally nuts, I know. But then, as I was planning out my summer, an insane opportunity hit me, my old friends from high school wanted to meet up again for a reunion. I genuinely hadn’t seen them in years, with us barely taking the time to text one another during undergrad. Between studying, internships, research, and working out, high school had been the last thing on my mind throughout my time at the University of Chicago. Yet, when my old friend Olivia messaged me about doing a trip to Myrtle Beach, my mind travelled back to high school. Long before getting ripped and focusing so much on my education, I was just an average looking, closeted boy getting by at Academic Magnet High School in North Charleston, South Carolina. Back then, my friend group, which consisted of Olivia, Logan, and Eli, was how I got through it all. Olivia was by far the leader of our group, and arguably the smartest at the time. Although she was only 5’2” with a pretty average-to-skinny body, she was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it. Logan, on the other hand, at 5’11” and a little chubby, was what I would call your average dude, although he was still smart. If you had any issues with your computer, he was the guy to talk to, or honestly if you were just looking for a good laugh. Then, there was Eli, a guy I could talk about for hours, he was my best friend, and my first real crush. Standing at 5’9” with an even skinner body then mine, hazel eyes, and the cutest face, he captivated my attention for most of high school. It was my attraction to him that helped me come to terms with my bisexuality, although no one knew, and Eli was straight. But, more importantly, we had everything in common, out of the four of us, Eli and I were the closest. When it came to all that fun nerdy stuff I talked about earlier, we were in sync. Ultimately, we were the stereotypical friend group you see in movies, but that changed quickly by the time we received our college admissions letters our senior year. I got into the University of Chicago for history, Logan would be attending the University of Pennsylvania for computer science, and both Eli and Olivia would be going to Boston College to study biology. The world was separating us, but for the sake of our futures, maybe it really was time to move on. Yet, in planning to head to Boston, Olivia and Eli grew closer than ever before, a clear wedge being created between myself and Eli. Everyone saw it, and many speculated that they were probably even secretly dating, but I didn't know anything about that. By the time we graduated, the group was meeting less and less, which was sad, but maybe that’s just a part of life after high school. Luckily, we did create a post-high school group chat, but that was sparingly used for bigger news. This included big internship announcements and other academic achievements, but also the news that Olivia and Eli were now dating and me coming out as bisexual to the group. In hindsight, this would have been the place to mention my insane transformation, but by the time I came into my own, the group chat was completely dead. When Olivia messaged us all about the potential of a weekend trip to Myrtle Beach, I hadn’t opened that chat in almost two years. This was more than just a suggestion for me, it was a blast from the past that brought back so many memories and emotions. Yet, what dominated my thinking, and gave me butterflies in my stomach, was the idea that I would see Eli again after all these years. I know he’s straight, and we’ve both changed so much in our own ways, but when I got that text I was transported back to a time where we were discovering ourselves together. At the same time, I had no idea how he and the others would react to my rippled muscles, nor did I know how I would feel around Olivia and Eli as a couple. It would definitely be weird, but my gut was telling me I had to see this through, and on some level, I missed all of them. Ultimately, after thinking more about it, I knew I had to get out there more, and decided to message the group that I was definitely interested. Soon after, Eli confirmed as well, and Logan was also in, asking if he could bring his girlfriend. Great, I agreed to a beach vacation with two couples, but it was too late to back out now, I have to go and show off the new me. Ironing out the details, we realized I would be the last to get back to South Carolina after wrapping up in Chicago, so we decided it would be easier if I just headed straight there after sending my dorm stuff home. It was a weird feeling, I genuinely hadn’t gone to the beach in years and now I was going to Myrtle Beach to meet up with people who use to be my closest friends. All of this was making me feel like I was back in high school, I was the nervous little kid again despite these rippling abs and massive pecs. But soon enough, I had to man up, so I packed up everything I needed and headed to Myrtle Beach. Olivia gave me the address of the house, and even though I was supposed to arrive last, somehow, I made it there first. Yet, without the key, I was stuck just waiting outside in my car. I don’t know how long I was just sitting there checking stuff out on my phone, but then all of a sudden, another car pulled up next to me and lowered its window. “Are you the owner of this house?” asked a pretty attractive girl with light-brown hair, blue eyes, and honestly solid breasts. “No, I’m actually staying here with some friends for the weekend,” I responded, smiling back, probably flirting a little. “Wait a minute, it can’t be, Wyatt?” added the guy next to her in the driver’s seat, who I couldn’t get a good look at because of the sun in my eye. Finally adjusting my vision, I put two and two together and realized Logan was the one driving. He had definitely changed a bit, gaining the expected college weight, but it was clearly him. Now I felt kind of bad for looking at his girlfriend so much, but wow did he luck out with her. Anyways, bringing myself back to reality, “Yeah it’s me Logan, long time no see,” I said, genuinely enthusiastic to see a familiar face. “No way man, I barely recognized you! Let me park over there and we can catch up a bit,” he replied as he drove away with the goofiest looking smile on his face. As he parked and got out of the car with his girlfriend, the butterflies returned, this was actually happening, it was go-time. I turned off the air conditioner, took the key out of the car, fixed my hair in the mirror, put on my sunglasses, and stepped out of the car. The two of them walked over to the entrance of the house, and as I approached them I forgot how much I actually towered over Logan. Back then, I was just a skinny kid, even if I was taller, Logan could have beat the shit out of me easy if he ever wanted. But now, I was wider, with my muscles giving me an edge that made me the true alpha here. When I finally got to the entrance, it was easy to tell that Logan had come to the exact same conclusion, I was in charge now. “I wasn’t sure seeing you from the car, but holy shit man what happened to you?” Logan asked looking me up and down, from the pecs stretching out my shirt to my large guns half poking out from my short sleeves. “Like, actually...Logan, I had no idea you were friends with a model, I’m Zoey by the way,” she stated giggling, practically tripping over her words. “Okay Zoey, I get that he’s hot, but you don’t have to drool over him,” Logan added, half joking, and half genuinely intimidated by my new hunky body. Unable to stop myself from laughing, but at the same time enjoying every minute of this I responded, “Really, I just started working out during college, then one thing led to another, and boom.” “Boom is right man, how much are you benching, you’re looking huge,” Logan responded, admiring my progress in his usual bro attitude. “Around 355 pounds give or take, but honestly, I don’t keep too much track of that. I started working out for fun basically and then ended up with these,” I said pointing to my juicy pecs. Not even knowing where to look, Zoey blurted out, “the real question is how are you still single looking like that, doesn’t make any sense to me.” With Logan practically giving her a dirty look, I replied, “I just haven’t had time to look for the right person I guess.” As those words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but think of Eli. Yet, before I could add anything further, I heard a voice that sent shivers down my spine, it was him. A car had driven up the drive-way while we were talking and when the window rolled down, Eli greeted all of us from the passenger seat as Olivia parked. It was time, it was now or never, I had to man up and do this. Over the past three years I had developed the body of a muscled god, but Eli was looking cuter then ever as he stepped out of the car. Other than maturing a little and filling out more, he looked practically the same. You could basically say that about Olivia too, but, in this moment, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Eli. Waking me from my trance, Olivia yelled out, “No way! Wyatt! You’re looking amazing!” She then ran up into my arms giving me a big hug, half expecting me to hold her up. “Jesus, you’re as hard as a rock, what were they feeding you,” she added while trying, and failing, to wrap her hands around my perfectly sculpted biceps. “That’s exactly what we were just talking about,” said Logan as he jokingly slapped me on my back, feeling how dense my chiseled back muscles really were. “Thanks for the compliments guys,” I responded as I blushed, “it means a lot, I’m pretty proud of the progress I’ve made.” Not knowing the commotion I’d cause, I jokingly finished that off by flexing my right bicep, forming a large veiny mound of pure muscle under my tight skin. Literally all of their jaws fell to the ground, with more praise coming for my muscles. Yet, in the background, Eli stood there, looking disinterested, unfazed by my new body. If anything, I wanted him most to be happy with my progress, but nothing, it hurt. Practically reading my mind, Olivia next stated, “Isn’t Wyatt’s transformation insane Eli?” Almost as if being forced, Eli finally said something, “Yeah, definitely,” and then proceeded to grab his and Olivia’s stuff from the trunk as he headed for the house. “What’s gotten into him,” Logan responded. “Oh, I think he’s just tired from the trip, and probably acting a little shy since it's been so long,” Olivia replied as she put her hand over her forehead and laughed a little. “That make sense, maybe if we all go get settled in he’ll open up then,” Zoey added, attempting to break any sort of tension. I was feeling irrational, like I was overthinking the whole situation, but it felt like he didn’t care at all about my growth, and worse, didn’t seem interested in this reunion. Yet, maybe he was actually just being shy; either way, I couldn’t let my negative thinking ruin this vacation. Like everyone else, I grabbed my stuff from the car and headed inside the house. Olivia really had outdone herself, the place looked like it was straight out of a magazine, with a gorgeous view in the back of the house facing the beach. Renting it for the weekend must have cost a fortune, but Olivia said she was happy to cover the expense if we all brought the food and drinks. As I walked around taking it all in, it seemed like Olivia and Eli had already taken the upstairs master bedroom for themselves, leaving one room for me and another for Logan and Zoey. As I put everything away in my room, attempting to think positively, I couldn’t help but love all the attention the others were giving me. Knowing we would be heading to the beach shortly after, I decided to take this as an excuse to show off further. Not even caring that the door was still open, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, just barely managing to squeeze my shirt off above my large, meaty pecs, and my pants down passed my enormous, thick thighs. Then I put on my sexy new blue swim trunks and grabbed my grey backpack, ready to head out when everyone else was ready, but more importantly excited to show off further. Looking at my shirtless body in the mirror hanging from the closet, fuck did I look hot. Walking back out into the living room, I took in the view of the beach, feeling the ocean breeze against my ripped body. With the light hitting me just right, I really must have looked like a god among men. As cute as Eli was, and manly Logan looked, those guys had nothing on the body that I had chiseled in the gym for hours on end. On top of that, my naturally tan skin gave me the perfect summer body unlike any other, which I was ready to happily share with everyone. I wanted to be admired like a Greek god, for others to look at me with envy or lust, making me the center of attention that I longed deserve to have. Chuckling to myself, catching my cocky new attitude, I couldn’t believe my thoughts. This really was going to be a summer to remember. “Wyatt, your back is legitimately insane,” Olivia blurted out as she walked down the stairs in her beach attire, taking in the view of the beach and the body of a real man standing in front. I don’t think my muscles turned her on the same way as Zoey, but she couldn’t help but stare either. As I turned around to reveal my torso in its full, incredible glory, Olivia was just in pure shock, only awoken by a knock at the door. Olivia was still seemingly stuck in place, so I walked over to the entrance and opened it. I recognized the guy on the other side, Derek, from the listing that Olivia showed me when she sent me the address. Either way, it was clear that he was enjoying the view, arguably drooling more than Zoey ever had. I couldn’t help but flex a little, showing the full extent of beauty my muscular physique had to offer. I think I even bounced my pecs a little without thinking about it, which he definitely took note of before finally trying to speak to me. “Um…hi…I’m Derek, the owner of this property…just wanted to greet you guys…and give you the key to the shed in the back with…um…some stuff you might need,” he barely got out. Chuckling to myself, and amazed at the power I had over him, I replied, “Thanks man, appreciate it.” I then went to slowly take the key from his hand, which took a little effort as he was clearly just staring at my body while trying not to make it too obvious. “Well, um…bye for now then…let me know if you have any…issues,” Derek said as he walked away slowly, trying to take in the view of my body for as long as he could. Finally regaining her composure, Olivia walked up next to me and asked as I closed the door, “That was Derek, right? What did he want?” “Nothing really, just wanted to greet us and give us a key to what I think is house supplies, not sure, he wasn’t very clear about that,” I responded as I put my right hand on the back of my neck. “You know he was totally checking you out though right, but like who could blame him I guess,” Olivia stated before realizing the full extent of her words and blushing ever so slightly. “I think I’m just new to this whole looking like a stud idea, I’ve legit just been focusing so much on school work these past few years,” I responded as I looked down to take in my own body again. Laughing to herself, Olivia said, “I can’t speak for your washboard abs and what not, but I understand the school work bit. I’ve been working my butt off in biology to get into graduate school, and it looks like I’ll be headed to Rutgers’ neuroscience doctoral program.” Practically scaring her with my excitement, I blurted out, “Oh my God, congrats Olivia, I’m heading to Columbia University for history, we’ll actually be kind of close for once!” “No way, Eli is actually looking for work in New York City, maybe you guys can be roommates or something. But wait, let me actually go see how he’s doing, I want to get to the beach ASAP,” Olivia stated before running off up the stairs and closing the door behind her. She really was as fun as ever, and the idea of rooming with Eli drove me crazy. I walked over to grab a drink of water from the fridge, but before I could even take a sip, it seemed like everyone just came out of their rooms at once. All of them were in their beach attire, but definitely not as ready as I was. Nevertheless, they were each having their own conversations, kind of making me feel left out, but once they made it into the kitchen all eyes were definitely on me. At this point, I craved the attention, the admiration, and from Zoey, the lust. Yet, as much as Eli looked, he didn’t, it was like I had done something wrong and he didn’t even want to make eye contact with me. Nevertheless, I took the time to lightly flex while I drank my water, their conversations dying down in favor of staring. I was genuinely tempted just to spill the water over my luscious pecs and killer abs just to see how they’d react, but I’m not that nuts, yet. “So guys, are we heading to the beach or what,” I said trying to wake people up while I walked towards the back door. “Yeah, let’s get going, we can catch up there,” responded Logan as he grabbed his stuff with one hand and Zoey with the other, as Eli and Olivia walked behind them. Walking past the pool in the back onto the wooded path on the way to the sand, the beach air felt phenomenal against my ripped body, it was a shame I hadn’t been to the beach in years. It was amusing to walk with everyone, as not only did I tower over all of them, but I just looked totally out of place with my fitness-model physique. But, soon enough, it was the moment of truth, as when we walked onto the beach with other college students, families, locals, and so on, it was clear that I was the biggest guy on the beach. No one came close to having a body that could compete with mine, it was incredible. I had never felt like more of an alpha, which was only made better as Logan took off his shirt to reveal a slight gut, and Eli revealed his adorably skinny, small frame. Olivia was similarly average as she took off her clothes to reveal her bikini, but Zoey on the other hand had a genuinely great body that I couldn’t help but admire even if she was with Logan. Nevertheless, I felt like it was up to me to get the conversation going again, as all of them were ogling my body to different degrees, or just trying not to look too much, while setting up their towels. “So, Logan, I was talking to Olivia about her college experience before, how was yours?” I asked as I began to spray sun screen over my giant shoulders and incredible pecs. “Honestly a lot of fun, even with all the work, and now I’m headed to do programming and security for a startup. Either way though, the real highlight was meeting Zoey,” he replied as he grabbed her hand and smiled. “How long have you two been together?” Olivia added as she grabbed Eli’s hand. “A little over a year, but nowhere near the three years I’ve heard you two have been together, what’s your secret?” Zoey commented, genuinely curious. “I wouldn’t say there’s any single secret, but maybe it’s being friends more than anything that helps keep people together,” Olivia replied, smiling and blushing a little. Finally seeming to gain the courage to speak, Eli added, “Not only are we dating, but she’s genuinely my best friend, I could not have survived college without her. I think we just click as people more than anything.” Then, for just a second, he looked over at me, but when we made eye contact, he turned back to Olivia. “Exactly, but now it looks like we’ll be a little separated. I think we can make it work though,” Olivia stated as she leaned over for a brief kiss with Eli. “Oh yeah Eli, Olivia said you would be looking for work in New York, I’ll be there for grad school,” I replied trying to get him to finally acknowledge me directly. “Yeah I will be, cool,” Eli responded before quickly changing the topic as he turned to Logan and Zoey, “and how will you guys deal with the post-college separation?” “We might not have to separate as much, any of us actually, because my job is New York, and Zoey will be attending nursing school at NYU,” Logan said like a gleeful little kid. Seemingly far more excited, Eli replied, “that’s awesome, maybe we can work something out in the city then.” Before, I had definitely just been paranoid about the whole situation, but that was weird. He clearly just ignored me, but when Logan basically said the exact same thing, Eli seemed pumped. Instead of worrying so much about this though, I decided to try to take charge of the situation myself, so I suggested we all go play in the water for a bit. I feel like in high school no one really listened to me, or it just wasn’t as easy to convince them, but now my words were basically seen as orders. No one questioned what I was saying, they moved on command, I guess I really was the alpha of the group now. My incredible new body warranted respect, which they just automatically gave me, almost instinctually, even Eli. Nevertheless, I think once we broke the ice, the overall group dynamic started to go well, just not my relationship with Eli. We splashed around in the ocean, told funny college stories, tossed a ball around, tanned a bit, and not even kidding, played with the sand a little. At the same time, I enjoyed the stares from people that passed us on the beach. It was clear that my body was a spectacle, I bet so many of them wanted to come over and touch, but I probably made them shy. With that said, I did find excuses to flex whenever I could, which even my friends enjoyed. By far, I was the king of the beach, and my body deserved every minute of it. But, eventually, the fun had to come to an end, and when the sun started going down, I suggested we go inside, and of course, they all listened. On our way back we stopped at the outdoor shower that belonged to the rental property, and each took turns cleaning off the sand from our bodies. When it was my turn, I felt like putting on a little show, so as the water trickled over my body I sensually began to rub each of my muscles. I was removing the sand, but I was doing it in probably the hottest way I could think of. Gently rubbing every ripped region of my body, as it glistened under the water, fuck I must have looked so sexy. It was clear that they all took a second to watch me, even Eli and Logan, because in that moment I was irresistible even if you were a straight man. Interestingly though, it was Eli who broke up the viewing party, as he was the last one who needed to shower. He was a little skinny guy, but I couldn’t help but watch as he took his turn. In that moment, I was back in high school, watching my best friend with pure lust, but when he turned off the water, I was reminded that he couldn’t be mine, and possibly wasn’t even interested in being friends. Back at the house, everyone took the time to shower and change. This time I chose not to go shirtless, but instead went with a tight, revealing sleeveless grey shirt with maroon shorts that hugged my strong thighs just right. Again, I was the first one that made it out into the living room, and I could have sworn I heard sex noises coming from Logan and Zoey’s designated bathroom, but I only caught the tail end if anything. Not going to lie, I was jealous, everyone was auto going to get action on this vacation, but I was going to have to work for it. I guess maybe that’s an exaggeration, as I probably could have grabbed someone off the beach and fucked their brains out right then and there. The idea was getting my kind of turned on, but before I could entertain the fantasy for too long, Olivia and Eli made their way downstairs. “That was such a fun time at the beach,” Olivia said as she headed into the kitchen, “but I think it’s time we cut loose a little bit and have some real fun.” She returned with one of the bottles of vodka that we brought and started pouring shots for everyone. Sitting down on the couch next to me she handed one to me, and then motioned Eli to come over for his. He was reluctant at first, but then made his way next to her. Eli then proceeded to take shot like it was nothing, but it was soon clear that he wasn’t used to drinking at all. “You next Wyatt,” Olivia said with an adorable smile on her face. I obliged, taking the shot like a champ. I definitely didn’t have much experience drinking, but the taste wasn’t any worse than some of the protein shakes I had started taking. Olivia also didn’t have too much trouble drinking hers, and soon enough Logan and Zoey joined us, who seemed to be far more versed in partying. Eli and I didn’t end up drinking as much as the rest of them, but given his small, petite frame, he eventually got just as drunk as them. By the end of the night, they were all pretty drunk, but we were having a blast, the alcohol finally breaking down the remaining walls between us. Yet, Eli still didn’t acknowledge me any more than he had to, something that at this point was just pissing me off more than anything. Eventually though, it was clear that the alcohol was really getting to the couples, with Logan and Zoey all but grinding on one another. First, they left to their rooms and turned on music, probably to cover up their fucking, and then I think Eli was just legit passing out, so Olivia said good night and headed off to bed with him. There I was, left alone, not even tired, so I decided to clean up the place a little, just so we wouldn’t have to in the morning. Once I had gotten the kitchen and living room looking how we found it, I decided to take out the trash, where I saw Derek talking with some guy on the other side of the fence. Jealous of the fun everyone else was having, I decided to head over to them, and just see what might happen. “Woah it’s the hunk from earlier, sorry about coming off a little weird, it’s just that I didn’t expect that at all,” Derek said as he looked me up and down like before. “No worries, I’m honestly just growing into the power this body has,” I chuckled to myself, “and it’s Wyatt by the way, who’s your friend though.” “Oh, that’s my boyfriend Alex,” Derek responded as he smiled at him and winked. “Wow, it really does seem like everyone is dating someone, and here I was hoping to find someone to have sex with on this trip,” I replied half kidding, but at the same time totally serious. Biting his bottom lip, Alex stated, “well that can be arranged, you’re so fucking hot man.” “Since earlier I’ve wanted to get my hands all over you,” Derek added as the two of them hopped the fence over to my side. Genuinely not expecting this I stated, “oh, well, I’ve never done anything like this guys.” “Don’t worry, we can take the lead, just lift your shirt and show us those rock hard abs and sexy v-shape,” practically begged Derek. During my previous sexual experiences, I was total virgin, the idea of sex scared me even if I had this amazing body. Yet, now, I was coming into my own, I was a hunk, and I deserved to be pleasured, no worshipped, by little wimps like Derek and Alex. They really did take charge though, these twinks were hungry for my body, quickly getting on their knees. Derek took the opportunity to lick each of my eight individual abs while unbuckling my belt, while Alex began to rub my thick, hairy legs, taking in the god that was in front of him. Soon enough, Derek had me down to my black boxer briefs as he started playing with my growing cock through them. Alex, on the other hand, wanted some time licking my abs for himself while rubbing my equally as impressive obliques. Neither of them could control themselves around me, I didn’t even have to do anything. Eventually though, they had had enough and together they stripped off my underwear revealing my hard 7-inch cut cock. “Fuck, your cock is just as amazing as your body Wyatt,” Alex remarked as he began to play with my balls. “You’re a wet dream come true,” added Derek as he began to put my cock in his mouth. “God, that feels so good Derek,” I said as I began to push his head deeper into my groin. This was incredible, the power I had over these two was something I could never imagine. Sure, my friends were in the house having sex, but here I was being blown by the hot neighbors in the backyard. I didn’t care who could be watching, I bet it would even turn them on to see us like this. By this point, Alex practically had his mouth completely around my balls while he rubbed my rock hard ass, which I eagerly flexed for him. Derek, on the other hand, was my personal play thing, as I had my hands on the back of his head face fucking him. The little wimp could barely breathe, with tears running down his cheeks, but he couldn’t get enough of my steel rod. Once it was clear he had had enough, I pushed him to the ground and let Alex have his turn, who just as eagerly took all of my cock down his throat. That’s when Derek got up, and standing above Alex, leaned over to suck on my delicious abs and meaty pecs. The little guy was losing it over my hard muscles, while his boyfriend begged for my cum in his mouth. I couldn’t believe that I had turned this couple into my personal sex slaves, and we were just getting started. Yet, I was getting close, I might look like a sex machine, but my journey had just began. It was taking all of my core and groin strength at this point to stop myself from exploding inside of Alex’s pretty little mouth. “Fuck, guys…I’m so close,” I stated as I was beginning to pant loudly Without saying a word, the weaklings knew exactly what to do before the big finish. Alex took his mouth off of my cock before Derek knelt down next to him again. Then, Alex began to jerk me off as Derek played with my balls, while the two of them began to lick my sculpted, shredded abs simultaneously. This was driving me crazy, they were both worshipping my body and pleasuring the cock of their god. Eventually, I just couldn’t hold it anymore, and with little to no effort, I shoved the pair to the ground as I grabbed my monstrous cock, furiously jerking over their frail little bodies. In no time I was spewing my hot cum over the couple; I was so backed up that it sprayed all over their bodies and faces, completely drenching them. As my stream was finally finishing up the two frantically began to lick it off of one another, hoping not to waste a single drop. I had never been so turned on, so powerful, so in control in my entire life, and I wanted more. Yet, before we could have any more fun I heard a voice coming from the house. “Hey, is everything alright out there, is that you Wyatt?” Olivia asked almost as if she was speaking into the void. Startled, I quickly shook off any remaining cum, picked up my shorts, zipped up, and headed for the house. Looking back, I could see that Alex and Derek were still having the time of their lives, and I wish that I could keep going with them, but I didn’t need my friends seeing me act like some sex starved lunatic in the backyard. When I made it inside, Olivia greeted me half asleep and still kind of drunk. She was planning to do some cleaning up herself but was happy to see that I had done it. Yet, when she noticed that the door was still open, she just wanted to make sure that nothing had had happened to me. Little did she know that I had just started my sexual journey this weekend. Back in my room, stripping down to my boxers, I laid in bed thinking about what just happened, while hoping for more. At the same time though, I could not shake Eli from my head. He was the dream, but if he’s straight, I have to try to move on with fun like tonight. Not waking up as hungover as my friends, I decided to head to a nearby gym that allowed guests for a small fee. If I was going to have fun this weekend I needed to maintain my perfect body, but at the same time the stress of Eli had me wanting to clear my head with a solid workout. Thinking I might need my strength more than anything, I worked on my biceps the most, with veins popping up all over my arms. Facing a mirror in front of me, I was able to see my muscles flex and unflex as the sweat made my arms glisten. Fuck, I was a total beast, and last night proved that, I longed for that power again. You could see the dedication on my face, I was going to have endless sex, no one was going to stop me. Eli might not have been a possibility, but, as awful as it sounds, Zoey was. From the moment we met, to the beach, to the outdoor shower, to her constantly touching me while she was drunk, the girl wanted it bad. Yet, I couldn’t do that to Logan, it was just a hot idea. After working up a good pump for about an hour and a half I made my way back to the house, where I still found everyone fast asleep. But, when I finally got into the shower, giving each of my massive muscles a nice lathering, I finally heard motion coming from upstairs. Getting back to the shower though, honestly, I loved feeling my own muscles, I was just so hard everywhere. Sure, having another person worship your body is next level, but just being able to play with your own muscles, realizing how much of a god you are, that’s something only I can experience. Just me, standing in this hot steamy bathroom, only a piece of glass separating me from the outside world. The outline must looked incredible, and at my height, I basically took up the entire panel. It’s probably super cocky and egotistical to love your own body so much, but wouldn’t you if you looked like me, trust me, you would. Soon enough, I had genuinely just turned myself on, rubbing my giant pecs, playing with each of my chiseled abs, flexing my pumped rock-hard biceps, grabbing at my steel-like ass, it was too much, even for me. My cock was rock hard, pure testosterone flowing through my veins, I was ready to explode like last night. I couldn’t help myself, so I leaned back against the wall; with my right hand I began to jerk myself off thinking of fucking Alex and Derek, and with my left hand I was tracing ever single area of my Adonis level physique. Not holding back, it only took a few minutes before my cock was erupting, this time all over the shower panel. Stream after stream coating the glass with my man juice as I moaned softly and continue to rub my pulsating muscles. Yet, in the throes of ecstasy I could just barely make out the outline of someone looking at me through the glass. I must have been so into myself and in deep thought that I didn’t hear the door open. But, as I finished cumming, and went to go look at who that might have been on the other side, they were gone, the door left ajar. Toweling myself off, I could only imagine it was Zoey sneaking a peek at my body, god did I want to fuck the shit out of her. Well, either way, I’m glad to have put on a good show for her, maybe she’ll have sex with Logan thinking of me; Jesus I’m turning into such a dick. Heading back to my room with a towel wrapped tightly around my waist, I noticed there was no one around, so Zoey must have run back into her room after what she saw. Then, back in my room, I left the door slightly open, half hoping to attract the peeper again, and dropped my towel. I never got tired of looking at my full naked body in the mirror, it really was amazing. Honestly, I could keep jerking off all day to my body, but I decided to get dressed and make breakfast for everyone. Logan and Zoey especially drank a lot last night, so I just wanted to do something nice for everyone. Sure, the idea of endless sex is so hot, but like, I’m still a chill guy that cares about other people, the part of me which ultimately won’t let go of Eli, I imagine. “Woah man, whatever you’re making smells so good, get me a piece of that,” Logan said walking into the kitchen with the worst bed head. “Yeah of course, I thought you guys would all be a little hungover, so I decided to make some breakfast,” I responded looking back with a smile. “Man, in the most hetero way possible, you’re a fucking catch, you know that. Muscles like superman and you can cook? Bet you can get anyone you want,” Logan went on as he sat in a chair by the kitchen island. Laughing to myself, and knowing the truth, I replied, “Sure Logan, whatever you say.” Then I passed him one of my classic omelets, “hope you enjoy this.” After just one bite he stopped to savor it, then added, “Yes I’m hungover, but this omelet is still fucking banging.” “Okay I want whatever you guys are having, I’m starving,” stated Olivia as she came down the stairs surprisingly put together and ready compared to how I saw her last night. “Definitely, coming right up…so where’s Eli,” I blurted out before quickly adding, “and Zoey.” “Well, Eli hopped into the shower a little while ago, so he should be down soon,” Olivia responded like it was a perfectly normal question. “Zoey was actually finishing up her makeup before I left,” Logan stated as he continued to scarf down his omelet. “She does know the spa is on the agenda today, right?” Olivia questioned skeptically. “Oh fuck, I totally forgot,” Logan said before running out of the kitchen and back into his room. “Where did you get the idea for a spa anyways,” I said while handing Olivia her breakfast. “Well, apparently this is supposed to be the best spa in the area, and what’s better than some massages and real relaxation after the stress of college,” Olivia stated while eating her omelet. “Well you got me there...looking forward to it,” I replied smiling as I dug into my own breakfast. Shortly after, the rest of the gang joined us downstairs, with Zoey a little annoyed that she didn’t know today’s plans. Nevertheless, we enjoyed some more fun conversation, with occasional hangover complaints as everyone finished their breakfast. Then, people headed back to their rooms, got their stuff, and we were off to the spa. Luckily, the location was just a few miles away, and we were all looking forward to some genuine relaxation after last night. As expected, Eli barely spoke a word to me, but I felt like I was getting really close with the others. Similarly, as you might assume, Zoey continued to stick close to me, yet, now, she seemed more annoyed with Logan than usual. Honestly, it felt like the make-up thing was just scratching the surface of something going on between them. Either way, not my problem...unless it was. As we were walking into the spa, Eli commented, “Hey Olivia, did you know this was a Korean spa by any chance.” “Does that matter babe?” she genuinely asked back. “You’re kidding right?” he laughed, “aren’t these places like nude only, separated by gender or something." “No, that can’t be right, don’t worry about that babe,” she responded, only half sure of what she was saying. Despite what Olivia told Eli though, he was right, after we paid we were asked to go to separate locker-rooms and strip completely naked. The idea was weird, but it didn’t necessarily freak me or Logan out, yet Eli was not having it. Sadly for him, Olivia and Zoey ran off before he could say anything, so he either had to come in with us, or spend the whole day outside in the parking lot. He looked legitimately worried, embarrassed at the idea of us seeing him naked, but eventually he caved and walked into the locker-room with us. “Come on guys, how does this not weird you out,” Eli said, hoping we would agree with him and leave. “Eli, listen, it’s not a big deal,” Logan replied as he began to strip down, “We’re all friends here, no one is going to make fun of how you look naked." Turning red, Eli yelled back, “fine...whatever sure.” “You’ll be okay Eli, don’t worry,” I said as I followed Logan’s lead by stripping off my own clothes and grabbing one of the spa-provided towels. Not even looking at me, and clearly annoyed, Eli responded, “Well Wyatt, not all of us look like you, so maybe it’s not as easy to just get naked in front of whoever.” Before I could respond, Logan turned to me, now nude as well, and exclaimed, “Holy shit Wyatt, you look incredible. Muscular, and you have a big dick, that’s not fair. How big is that bad boy?” Beginning to feel just a little comfortable in this situation, I replied, “Roughly around 7-inches I think?” “Damn, you have like a whole inch on me dude,” Logan said, “but it looks like I’m a little bigger than Eli over here,” he added looking over to the now nude Eli. “Ha, ha, laugh it up Logan, yeah it’s an average 5.5-inches, big deal,” Eli stated while grabbing a towel and holding it up in front of his dick. “Come on Eli, I didn’t mean it like that,” Logan responded, feeling a little shitty for how he had worded that. “Let’s just get going, I think there’s a sauna right outside the locker-room." The locker-room had been pretty sparse, but once we showered up and walked out into the main area of the men’s side of the spa, there was a good number of guys lounging and moving from activity to activity. As we followed a sign that pointed us towards the sauna, it was clear that my tall, massive figure was catching the attention of the guys we passed. Some of them looked with envy, hating that they weren’t even half as good looking as me, while others clearly liked what they were seeing, wishing that I would grab them and take them this very second. No matter where I went, the beach or the spa, I looked like a mother fucking god, I was always the alpha in the room, and I loved every minute of it. My body itself was magnificent, chiseled out of marble, but on top of that, no one would expect a guy at my height to build such muscle, and then have a pretty decent dick on top of that. Either way, all these wimps at the spa couldn’t help but admire such a stud as we made it to the sauna. Yet, here I was, eyeing Eli’s cute little ass, wishing I could fuck the shit out of him against the nearby wall. Doing my best to control myself as we entered the sauna and sat down, I leaned back against the wall, the sweat from the steam already showing off my body perfectly, and I exclaimed, “this was so long overdue, wow.” “You can say that again, life has been pretty stressful recently,” Logan stated as he leaned back as well, closing his eyes. “With what, the job hunt?” Eli replied, “that’s been pretty tough for me honestly.” “Nah, nah, well, yeah, but what’s really been bothering me is my relationship with Zoey,” Eli said, almost uncertain if he should even be talking about this. Leaning forward almost too quickly, my pecs shaking a little, causing the sweat to drip down them slowly, I responded, “How so? I feel like you guys are so good together.” “I guess we do a good job of hiding it then,” Logan said, chuckling to himself. “But, no, we haven’t really been alright for a month or two now. We just aren’t clicking as much anymore, and we’re fighting a lot even if we still have...some good times.” “I’m really sorry to hear that, “ Eli remarked, looking sadly over to Logan. “Is there anything we can do to help.” “Yeah Logan, it’s been a long time, but we’re here for you,” I commented, moving closer. “Thanks guys, I really appreciate it, but it just is what it is,” Logan stated as he wiped sweat off his forehead. “But enough about my dumb love life…Wyatt, you must be loving all the attention, I know that shit would go straight to my head. We all noticed those guys guys staring at you as we walked over here.” Of course I loved it, I craved it at this point, it turned me on so much, but I didn’t want to be a dick about it. “I’m gonna be honest, it’s kind of fun,” I blurted out, not knowing how the two of them would react.” “I bet,” Eli replied snarkily. “Come on Eli, you know that if you looked like that you’d be flaunting it all over, don’t be jealous” Logan said as he laughed and shook his head. “Maybe you should start working out with Wyatt in New York, bet Olivia would love to see you with some muscle on those bones.” Turning a little red, Eli responded, “Whatever Logan, if you like his body so much, why don’t you go for him.” “Well, I’m confident enough in my sexuality to say that if I were gay, I would not be able to control myself around Wyatt,” Logan responded, staring at my glorious meaty pecs, before playfully punching them with his right hand. “Jesus Wyatt, you’re legit hard as a rock, come feel this Eli.” “I’m fine,” Eli stated, leaning back, closing his eyes. Later, after spending a little more time sweating away in the sauna, we decided to go for back massages. Eli seemed far more relaxed in this situation, as each staff member took us to our designated massage table, asked us to lay on our stomachs, and got to work on our backs. Honestly, it seemed like the lady working with me was having her own fun, rubbing her hands hard across the ridges of my back muscles. It was kind of funny though because I was so tall that my legs were slightly hanging off of the table. But genuinely, aside from how sexy I probably looked, and how turned on the lady probably was, it was a fantastic massage. It took her some time to really get into my rock-hard muscles, but after a little while I was more relaxed than I’ve been in years. By the time we all got up, I could tell the others were feeling just as good. Eli actually enjoyed it so much that he had developed a little hard-on, which he quickly tried to hide, but failed to, like at all. Next, after getting some lunch at the main cafeteria, we moved on to the hot tub, which felt amazing after the massage earlier. But once we had had enough, we finished off our day at the spa with facial treatments. Honestly, when it comes to muscle-growth, no one talks about what it does to your face. Sure, your pecs become gigantic and your abs become shredded, but the shape of your face can change completely. If just my body had changed, I’d still be hot as fuck, but the jawline that developed in the process just takes me to the next level. For lack of a better word, I just had an ordinary face, but now, at the right angle, with the right look, I could probably turn on anyone I wanted, even you. Sure, I hadn’t used my good looks for sex and partying much until now, but I definitely used my charm over people academically. I knew that professors were nicer to me because they wanted me around, it was easy for me to take control of group projects with thirsty classmates, and interviewers for internships and graduate school ate me up. Ultimately, people looked up to me in my major, I was smart, but people wanted to stare at my sexy face and gorgeous body too. A wink, smile, and a tight shirt has really opened doors for me on top of my intense studying and school work. Once we finished up our time at the spa, we headed back to the locker-room, took our time changing, and then headed out of the building to meet up with the girls by the cars. Even though Eli had enjoyed his time, he did seem kind of annoyed with Olivia, or at least just not as affectionate as he normally was with her. Everyone else though raved about their time, wanting to go back, wondering why they hadn’t done it before. Sure, being nude was kind of weird, but also in a way freeing, and getting to see Eli naked is something I won’t forget. Soon enough though, I was awoken from my thoughts when we arrived back at the house. Sadly, with the couples each heading to continue relaxing in their rooms, and likely more, I was left alone, again. Not knowing what to do, I decided to go sit by the beach. Grabbing a towel and removing my shirt, I made my way down and splashed around the water a bit to cool off. Then I actually ended up passing out on my towel next to the path up to the house, my sexy, muscular body glistening as the sun set. “Oh shit, I didn’t see you there,” said Zoey as she woke me up from my nap, the beach now dark and empty. Getting up from my towel, my rippling muscles still slightly wet, I responded, “Sorry, I think I must have lost track of time. The spa was just so relaxing, I laid down and I was out.” “No, no, it’s my fault, I just needed some air,” Zoey replied, trying not to stare directly at my hunky, ripped body. “Really, what happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned. “It’s just me and Logan, we’ve been fighting for the longest time, and I just decided to end it tonight after we were screaming at each other,” Zoey stated, now staring deeply into my blue eyes. Hoping to comfort her, I went in for a hug, not realizing the chain reaction this would cause. She wrapped her arms around me, comforted, but then began to sensually rub her face up against my monstrous pecs. Zoey knew exactly what she was doing, the feelings she would awaken, and I was in no mindset to stop it. Now rubbing her hands up and down my insane back, she turned her head slightly and began to lick my right nipple, first slowly, and then frantically. My nipple was extremely sensitive to her touch, quickly hardening as I could feel my boner forming in my shorts. Zoey then moved to licking the bottom edges of my pecs, lifting the mounds of pure muscle up ever so slightly with her tongue. I was getting so turned on by her saliva, but Zoey was in complete heaven worshipping the pecs of a god. Seeing how much fun she was having with my muscles I lifted her head, wiped some drool from her lips, and then flexed my right bicep for her as hard as I could. Zoey immediately latched on to it, first trying to wrap her hands around the massive, baseball-sized muscle, then moving to suck on the pure meat. “Looks like you really love muscle, don’t you,” I said, beyond turned on by this situation. “Fuck Wyatt, I’ve been watching you since we first met,” Zoey managed to reply between sucking and heavy breathing, “You make me so horny, I want you, I want all of you.” “How about you give my abs some attention then?” I cockily responded. Zoey didn’t need to be told twice, in seconds she was on her knees, rubbing my marble-like eight-pack with her soft, little fingers. Then, she started to use her tongue to trace the outline of each ab, one by one, before beginning to violently shake, having her first orgasm of the night. Unable to control myself any further, I picked her up into my arms, her legs instinctually wrapping against my strong, tight waist, and we began to furiously make out. Although her shirt was in the way, I could feel her hard nipples rubbing up and down my pecs, and the wet spot from her orgasm through her booty shorts on my stomach. Zoey begged to feel my muscular physique against her tiny frame, rhythmically shifting her body up against my torso. Hoping to increase her pleasure, and the intense horniness of the situation getting to my head, I effortlessly ripped her top and shorts off, the shreds falling onto the ground. Her now fully exposed, naked body was finally free to make direct contact with my Greek god of a body. It honestly took effort to keep her in place as she began to grind her vagina vigorously against my washboard abs. “GOD…FUCK…this is amazing…Wyatt…your body…” Zoey could barely get out as she continued to make out with me. “Jesus Zoey, you’re so…fucking horny...aren’t you,” I responded as I happily flexed and unflexed my abs against her engorged pussy. Zoey couldn’t get enough of my amazing abs, rubbing her vagina against them faster and faster, her moans getting louder and longer between kisses. Soon enough she let out a loud scream as she orgasmed again, now all over my abs. I had to hold her tightly, just so she wouldn’t fall out of my arms as the liquid continued to flow from her vagina. Yet, after all that, Zoey still hadn’t had enough, she wanted more, so I took one of her breasts into my mouth and started sucking on it while my wet abs continued to play with her tight pussy. Somehow, she began to moan even more, as if she were desperately trying to catch her breath. Zoey didn’t know what to do with her hands, they moved frantically around my body, attempting to grab onto any muscle she could. It was so easy to hold her up, I could literally have done anything to her and she’d continue to orgasm all over me. There’s no way Logan ever came close to bringing her this much pleasure, he was nothing compare to me. “Oh god…WYATT…I can’t hold it anymore…please fuck me…” Zoey begged as she had her third orgasm all over my abs again, completely drenching them. “Gladly,” I replied as I fished a condom out of my shorts and dropped them down, exposing my meaty, hungry cock. Losing all sense of control, I placed the condom on my steel pipe of a cock, lowered Zoey ever so slightly, and slid my dick into her tight vagina. With only half of it in, barely fucking her, she was already screaming my name, orgasming all over my penis. Little by little more of my cock was making it into her vagina as I began to fuck her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. By the time my dick was all the way inside of her, and I was fucking her as hard as I could standing up, I legitimately lost track of how many times Zoey had orgasmed, she was insatiable. Minutes passed, and I could tell she was beginning to pass out from the insane levels of ecstasy. Yet, as I was getting close, I noticed that someone was watching from the top of the path down to the beach; it was Eli. We made eye contact as I began to shoot load after load of hot, juicy cum into Zoey, while she herself had another earth-shattering orgasm. But then, by the time I finished and was able to sit Zoey’s practically lifeless body onto my towel, Eli was gone. That’s when the full reality of the situation hit me, I just had the hottest time of my life, but it was with Logan’s ex-girlfriend. They literally just broke up who knows how long ago, but I couldn’t help myself, she wanted me more than anything, and I deserved to be pleasured like the god I am. Finally coming down from her orgasmic high, Zoey somehow managed to say, “Holy shit Wyatt, I’ve never orgasmed that many times in my life…you’re a fucking sex machine.” “Would you believe that was only the second time I made good use of this body?” I responded jokingly, but at the same time accurately. “No way Wyatt, don't mess with me,” Zoey replied breathing heavily, “I literally don’t think my vagina will ever be the same after that.” Turning a little red, proud of my sexual ability, I added, “yet, I kind of feel shitty about this, like don’t get me wrong, that was amazing, but…Logan.” “I know…I just couldn’t help myself,” Zoey stated, almost regretting the situation, but still relishing in the pleasure, “we should just get going…and talk about this later, I don’t know.” That’s when I remembered about Eli, I wasn’t sure if we were going to tell Logan about this, but he knew. Not wanting to stress Zoey out any further though, I decided not to tell her and deal with Eli myself. Cleaning ourselves up in the outdoor shower, almost half tempted to go at it again, we picked up our belongings and headed back to the house. Zoey was wrapped in only a towel, so she headed straight for the bathroom, where she had left some clothes earlier. Dropping her off, and probably still reeking of sex, I decided to go upstairs and see if I could talk to Eli. Instead, Olivia answered the door, telling me that Ethan was in the shower and likely to go straight to bed afterwards. She thought that if it wasn’t anything urgent, it would be best to talk to him in the morning. Not wanting to make any sort of scene, I agreed, heading back downstairs to shower. Back in bed, I smiled to myself, remembering the out of this world time I had with Zoey. It was so wrong, but I was finally a real man worthy of this godlike physique. Waking up before everyone else again, I decided to get in a quick workout doing some laps in the pool. I didn’t normally incorporate swimming into my workouts, but fuck was it a full body workout if you took it seriously. After I had had enough I decided to lay down on one of the nearby pool chairs to catch my breath, take in some sun, and enjoying my last day at the beach house. Truly, my body was a sight to behold at this angle, sometimes I couldn’t believe how hot I had become, legitimately a miracle. Yet, after a little while, I sat up, remembering that Derek had given us a key to the shed on the other end of the pool. Unlocking the door, I found some extra toiletries and house supplies, but, more importantly, there was a bunch of beach and pool stuff, including fun floats. Sure, this couldn’t solve all of our problems, but I thought maybe we could just enjoy some fun in the pool before we left, and cut down on the tension. With that said, hopefully this didn't mess with Olivia’s schedule too much, I joked to myself. The next moment was probably a comedic sight; pulling out a large pizza-shaped float from the shed, I laid it on the water and managed to just barely get on top of it. It was clearly not made for someone of my mass and height, but I was able to make it work. “Comfy out there man?” Logan said as he walked outside with his usual bed head. “Yes actually,” I chuckled, “Come join me. We have a pool...we might as well use it.” “Hey, when you’re right, you’re right,” Logan responded as he took his shirt off and grabbed a pool noodle. “So, um, how was everything with Zoey last night” I stated, fishing for information on what might have happened last night between them. “Well, long story short, we broke up,” Logan mumbled, “we had a pretty big fight, she ran off and did whatever, then she asked me to sleep on the floor in the room when she got back.” “Damn…I’m so sorry,” I replied, feeling more and more like a dick about last night. Yet, before he could properly respond, Zoey walked out, making the situation pretty awkward. We both turned to look at her, but when she momentarily faced me, I didn’t see the same lust as usual, there was regret, even if it was the time of her life. With that said, she still joined us in the pool with her own pool noodle, heading to Logan, possibly looking to reconcile. It was kind of weird after last night, but I think we were all interested in moving forward in our own ways. But, there was still the issue of Eli seeing us, I had no idea what he was thinking, and when he made it out to the pool with Olivia, he didn’t have any discernible mindset or reaction. As per usual, he briefly looked over to me and then walked over to sit on a chair with Olivia. “Hey guys, I didn’t know we were having a pool party out here,” Olivia exclaimed, excited to see everyone, from her perspective, having a good time. “Yeah, I was getting in some laps and then I found all of these in the shed,” I said to Olivia, smiling from my float. “Thought we could just chill for a bit and then head over to whatever you had planned.” “Sounds great to me, the agenda was just a pretty chill day at the boardwalk, so we can really do whatever,” Olivia replied as she took the time to spray some sun block on Eli's face. Surprisingly, the rest of our time by the pool went pretty smoothly. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, with Logan and Zoey being friendly towards one another, me and Olivia chatting it up, and Eli surprisingly joining us for that. Don’t get too excited though, he only really talked to Olivia, only occasionally looking over and reacting to what I had to say. Either way, it was a good time, and I wasn’t going to let Eli’s attitude get in the way. Yet, eventually we did have to get ready to go down to the boardwalk. Making my way out of the pool, showing off my pumped up body in the process, I grabbed all of the floats, locked up the shed, and went to get ready with everyone else. Unlike my normal tight clothing, I decided to go with something a little nicer this time around for the final day. Looking through the clothing I had brought, I went with a blue button-down and green pants, with a slightly fancier pair of sunglasses to tie the whole outfit together. Once everyone was ready and had some lunch, we walked over together, making our way to the boardwalk in just a few minutes. When we arrived, Logan and Eli went off on their own; my assumption was that Logan was going to tell Eli about his situation last night. Yet, I was scared of what Eli might say in response. We were all finally bonding, establishing a potential for more hangouts, but the events of last night could put that into jeopardy. Hoping I could prevent that, I tried to follow them, but Zoey stopped me before I could get any further. I imagine she wanted to clear up what happened between us last night, but she had no idea what could happen. Whatever the case, I decided it would be best to settle everything with Zoey first, hoping that Eli didn’t hate me enough to ruin this for all of us. “Wyatt, what happened last night, it was amazing, really, but it can’t happen again,” Zoey pleaded. “You’re right, I totally agree, I’ve been feeling shitty about it all morning,” I replied, feeling good about where we stood. “Woah, what are you guys talking about,” asked Olivia, genuinely concerned. “Well…Logan and I broke up last night and then Wyatt fucked me,” Zoey blurted out, unsure of how Olivia might react. “Honestly Zoey, I can’t blame you…look at him,” Olivia said just being honest, “but you were broken up, so now it just depends on what you want.” “Honestly, Wyatt is one of the most beautiful, muscular men I’ve ever seen in my life, but deep down inside I love Logan. I want to make it work,” Zoey responded, speaking from the heart. “Alright, okay, then how about you and I go and talk with Logan then, I’m happy to help,” Olivia said with a big smile on her face. “Plus, I think Eli and Wyatt have their own tension to talk about if you ask me.” “Wait, what,” I blurted out as Olivia took my hand and we all walked over to Logan and Eli; subsequently leaving me with just Eli, a dream, or maybe a nightmare. There I was, finally left alone with Eli, and all I could muster up was, “so, what’s up.” “Logan was just telling me about everything that happened between him and Zoey last night,” Eli responded, “but he’s hopeful they’ll get through it.” Despite towering over Eli with a body that could easily rip him apart, I replied, shaking, “Eli, I can explain.” “Please, just stop, I don’t want to hear it” “It was just a spur of the moment thing, we couldn’t control ourselves, we’ve talked about it. It won’t happen again.” “Really Wyatt, just don’t.” Finally having enough of this, I practically yelled out, “Okay Eli, what’s up, we were such good friends and now you’re honestly treating me like shit." Eli looked away, giving no response for what felt like minutes, it was agony, plain and simple. Not knowing what to do, I put my hand gently against his little shoulder, which startled him, prompting Eli to move away. Then, after a little while, he finally turned back to face me and exclaimed, “fine, do you really want to know what’s up?” “Yes...please,” was all I could muster up in response. “Okay, just not here…back at the house,” he stated as he started to walk in that direction. When we made it to the house and walked inside I closed the door behind us, turning back towards Eli only to find him in tears. Just barely, he was able to get out “I’m so sorry Wyatt.” Concerned, I commented, “for what…I just don’t get it.” “Oh my god Wyatt, for being so smart you really can be dumb at times,” he chuckled between tears. “I’m fucking gay Wyatt, I’m fucking gay…are you happy, I’m fucking gay.” I didn’t even know how to respond to this revelation, but after at least a minute of silence, he continued, “I’ve been crushing on you since high school, and now with this body, it takes everything in my power to stop myself from wanting you.” “But…but…how, why, what….” I said, unable to string any coherent sentences together. “My parents would have completely disowned me if I came out to them in high school, but as best friends I was able to pretend, and it was amazing. Yet, when it came time to head off to college, Olivia and I truly clicked. I love her, but as a friend more than anything…I needed my parents off my back though, so I chose her over my happiness to convince them I wasn’t gay. Ultimately though, she was there for me all through college, I couldn’t have done it without her, and it seemed like you had moved on…” Cutting him off, “honestly, I never moved on.” Looking deep into my eyes, finally seeing me for the first time this whole trip, Eli responded, “either way, I couldn’t just drop Olivia like that, by this point I owe her my life. Yet, from the moment I saw you on Friday, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to be with you. Seeing you walk around shirtless with the…muscles of a god, it was too much for me. I couldn’t talk to you, or even look at you straight in that beautiful chiseled face, it was too much for my body to handle.” “I’m sorry it was so tough for you, but the way you acted, it hurt me…more than you know,” I stated, with tears now coming down my face. Then, while coming over to hug me, Eli said, “I hate the way that I acted towards you this weekend…really I was awful. You made me so horny though, I spent showers masturbating, thinking of you, and whenever I could sneak a peek at your gorgeous body, I drifted away. Then, when we had to get naked together at the spa, I was so scared that my secret would come out, that you’d make me hard and I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Chuckling lightly, I added, “for the record, I was barely able to control myself.” “Oh stop, you’re some insanely muscled model hunk, I’m just a little wimp, I don’t know what you could possibly find attractive about me.” Leaning down, moving my face closer to his, I replied, “don’t say that, just don't, I’ve known I was bisexual since high school, I loved spending every minute with you. But, sure, you don’t have big muscles, you’re still beyond adorable though.” Blushing, Eli said, “the worse part of it though was that as I was repressing my feelings, I couldn’t help but spy on you. I noticed you were showering yesterday morning, and I couldn’t help but watch, then when I saw you fucking Zoey, I couldn’t help but stare, wishing that was me in her place. When I wasn’t with you all I could think about was you, naked, in bed, with me. Even when Olivia and I failed to have sex the first night, you were dominating my thoughts.” I really had been an idiot; the pieces were all there for me to put together. Thinking Eli was straight, I didn’t see anything he did as potentially gay, focusing solely on Zoey as the only potential voyeur. Trying to break the tension a bit, I responded, “I can’t believe that was you spying on me, I genuinely thought it was Zoey.” “Honestly, it might have been Zoey too, you’d have to be blind not to have seen her flirting with you, and clearly you did take note,” Eli stated in a jealous tone, shaking his head. “I meant what I said earlier, that was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything…” Then, completely unexpectedly, Eli cut me off, planting a long, passionate kiss on my lips that sent shivers through my body. “Wow, I’ve been waiting for that kiss since high school,” I said, breathing heavily, staring deeply into his beautiful hazel eyes. “But, what is this, what are we?” “I don’t want to put you in another uncomfortable situation, but I can’t be with Olivia anymore. We’re the closest of friends, yet every time we go on a date, have sex, kiss, or whatever, it’s a lie. This weekend has made it clearer than ever before that I’m just preventing her from having what I have for you.” “And that is?” “Love? Desire? Passion? I don't know for sure.” “Do you think it’s been too long since high school, have we grown too far apart?” “Well, you’ve clearly changed a little bit physically, but I can’t wait to find out the rest about you; how you’ve changed, and how you’re the same guy I fell for. Also, I wanted to be with you without your muscles, yet, now that you have them, I can’t stop thinking about them.” “How about you take a closer look then,” I replied, ripping my shirt open, buttons flying in every direction. In that moment, something switched on for Eli, years of repression melted away as he raised his hand to my pecs, sliding them down to my abs, all while he began to breathe deeply. Then, he took the initiative of helping me to fully take my shirt off, exposing my immaculate torso in all its glory. Pushing me lightly up against the front door, we began to passionately make out, practically eating each other’s faces as Eli continued to feel my muscles. I couldn’t help but hold him tightly, feeling his warmth, his momentary desperation, his love and horniness, all up against my shirtless body. This was everything I had ever dreamt of, and more, but I wanted to be sure that Eli was comfortable with this going any further. Holding him back ever so slightly, pausing our love making, I managed to say, “Eli, are you sure about where this is going.” “Oh my god Wyatt, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he responded as we continued making out, and I picked him up into my arms, ready to carry him into my bedroom. Yet, being new to all these feelings, and never having worshipped such a muscled hunk, Eli began to cum in my arms, shaking violently as a significant wet spot formed in his pants. Continuing to hug him tightly, with a little cum getting on my abs, I asked, “are you okay Eli?” Embarrassed, and quickly turning red, Eli stated, “God, that was…amazing…the power you have over me, it’s incredible. But, I hope I didn’t just ruin the moment.” “Don’t worry about it,” I replied as I started to make out with him and continued walking towards the bedroom. Once there, I stripped down to my grayish-blue underwear, letting Eli take in my full body from the other end of the bed. “You’re a Greek god you know that Wyatt, I can’t take my eyes off of you,” Eli said, practically salivating. “Get over here then, show me how much you want these muscles,” I kinkily demanded. Making his way on top of me, my massive frame easily engulfing him, we began to make out again. One hand had the pleasure of worshipping my muscles, from my ripped, veiny arms to my bulging neck, while the other took this opportunity to massage my growing erection, also coming in contact with my defined adonis-belt. He was making me hornier than ever, but at the same time, I wanted to savor every minute of this. Pausing for a bit, I took the time to slowly lift his shirt over his head and removed his shorts, exposing his adorable twink body. Eli was definitely shy at first, comparing his bony little frame to my massive muscles, but when I began to rub my hands against his figure, he realized I was just as into him. We were both rock-hard by this point, unable to keep our hands off of each other, making out like it was the last time we ever could. Yet, wanting to please him more than anything, I got the idea to sit him down on my lap, with his back rubbing up against my delicious pecs and chiseled abs. I then continued to rub his skinny little body, stopping to massage his nipples, before ripping his underwear clean off and grabbing his cock. “Fuck Wyatt…FUCK…I’m close already…you feel SO good, you’re a sex machine…how are you doing this to me,” Eli managed to get out between moans. Hearing how horny Eli had become only gave me more incentive to treat him like a prince and give him all the pleasure he deserved. From there, my gentile tugging of his dick only grew faster, pre-cum dripping all over my meaty fingers. My large hand easily covered his dick, allowing me to play with it with ease. Then, while continuing to flex and unflex my muscles against his warmth, I proceeded to nibble on his neck, which drove him mad. The ecstasy was hitting him from multiple angles, and soon enough, his body was barely able to handle it any longer. But, if all of that wasn’t enough, I decided to take a chance and begin rubbing my index finger against his tight hole. I had no idea how he would respond, but it was clear Eli was enjoying it. Testing my luck, I began to push deeper into his little ass, which might have produced some discomfort at first, only to be followed by what seemed to be full-on intense pleasure. Moaning louder than ever, Eli began to cum in my hands, shooting thick globs across the bed and down onto my fingers. As before, he shook with pleasure, leaning back on my muscular frame for support himself until he finished. Unable to stop myself, I ate up the cum that had fallen on my hand before turning Eli’s face slightly to kiss him again. “You’re incredible…you know that…please, don’t stop,” Eli stated, begging for more. “What’s next then?” I jokingly replied, but genuinely curious where his mind was. “You’ve done so much for me already, let me return the favor,” Eli said as he turned around and began to lick my muscles. Seeing Eli so hungry for my muscles, worshipping me like a god, wanting to pleasure me, it was enough to get me moaning. Then, he made his way down to my underwear, which Eli struggled to take off my hunky waist, only to then be smacked in the face by my massive cock. Yet, that didn’t stop him, Eli proceeded to wrap his tongue around my dick, tugging at my balls with one hand and practically clawing at my shredded abs with the other. For never having been with a man, he knew exactly how to push all of my buttons. Next, he started to take my cock into his mouth, yet unlike with Derek and Alex, I wanted Eli to take it at this own speed. Ultimately, he was only able to take about half of it into his mouth, but as he sucked faster and faster, I grew closer to exploding. Not wanting to cum in his mouth, I quickly pulled Eli off, turning him over so that I was now on top of him ready to pop. He loved how easily I could dominate him, his cock already hardening once again as I unloaded endless streams of cum onto his cute little frame. “Jesus Wyatt, you’re a monster…like holy shit,” Eli managed to say after I finished cumming. “You were pretty incredible too,” I responded, smiling and winking at him. Wanting to show him what I could do, I decided to slide down to the end of the bed, pulling him with me, before taking his full cock into my mouth. Not expecting this, Eli let out his loudest scream yet before defaulting to steady moaning. Simultaneously holding him down and rubbing his nipples, Eli also began to repeat my name over and over again, amazed as the pleasure I was able to give him. He was experiencing pure, uncontrollable ecstasy, while I also began to play with his balls as I deep throated his raging hard-on. Ultimately, he became putty in my hands, I could do anything that my muscles and I wanted. Yet, the only thing that mattered to me in this very moment was his enjoyment. Then, unexpectedly, he began to shoot his loads of cum into my mouth. Unlike me, he was unable to pull out, unable to stop himself, unable to assert any power over my massive body. Luckily, I didn’t mind swallowing his cum, and tasting him in my mouse was a dream come true. I wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, Eli was already looking exhausted, but I didn’t want this to end. Managing to lean up from the edge of the bed, Eli stated, “Fuck, I can’t stop cumming…your body...it’s magical” Hoping for a grand finale, I asked, “would it be okay if I fucked you?” “God, fucking GOD, yes…as hard as you can,” Eli begged. Excited to fuck him, but knowing he definitely couldn’t take me at my roughest, with his tight little hole, I decided to make the best of it and take it slow. With Zoey, I honestly made it more about my pleasure than anything else, yet, I wanted Eli to enjoy this just as much as I did. Now standing up, my incredible, sweat covered physique towering over him, I brought Eli closer to my cock, lifting his legs in the process. Grabbing a condom from my pants pocket, I slid it on and began to aim my hard as ever cock into his ass. Eli screamed in both pleasure and pain, practically squealing, as I slid about a third of my cock into his ass, beginning the process of loosening him up. I took it slow at first, but I guess I couldn’t tell my full strength during such intense pleasure that I started going harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Eventually, I think I maxed out at about two-thirds of my thick, meaty cock, probably fucking Eli half as hard as my muscles could truly allow. The pleasure was unimaginable for Eli as he moaned louder than ever, letting out occasional screams, begging for more, and saying my name a few times. “GOD….more Wyatt….I…love you…” Eli said in the throes of ecstasy, but genuinely meaning it, finally admitting it fully to himself, and me.” As we both reached the breaking point and began to cum endlessly, I responded, “Oh, oh…OH…I love you too Eli.” Finally having enough, I made my way back onto the bed, moving myself and a pretty loopy Eli to the top by the frame. Staring into his eyes as he drifted to sleep in my strong, comforting arms, it was all dream. It wasn't the summer I expected, but the one I always wanted. The journey ahead would be tough though, but, together, we could handle it.