Popular Post TQuintA Posted August 20, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 20, 2021 Part 3 – The West California Wild Card Chapter 8 “Tell me your plan before we let someone else in on my secret.” “According to what I’ve gathered, there’s a set of internal rules that you just know. Sometimes, though, you don’t know these rules until you try to break one or until a situation pops up that allows you to exploit one. Am I right?” “You are right.” “You told me a story from when you were in high school. Jonah pushed you on whether you could borrow so much muscle as to leave someone a shriveled skeleton, you said…” he prompted me to finish his sentence. “I can only borrow what’s extra.” He clapped rapidly. “I’m so glad I remembered the wording of the rule correctly.” This whole time, I’d been picking up shards of the plate Puck had just broken, and he was sick of my divided attention. He took the shards from my hand, placed them on the counter, and coaxed me into the living room. He sat me down on the couch and then took his seat on my lap. “I have a friend named Zane. He works with me at the strip club. Well, he’s not just a stripper. He also does a lot of porn.” “I’m not doing porn,” I said, jostling Puck with my fidgeting. “Let me finish, sweet thing,” he said, calmingly, stroking my cheek. I sat back, angrily, but determined to hear him out. “Zane’s on-again/off-again boyfriend talked him into doing porn in the first place. He also talked Zane into surgically enlarging his penis. More than once over the past five years. And he got the deluxe package each time. Zane’s huge. Like, ridiculously huge. Anatomically fascinating huge." "Good for him,” I said, waiting for Puck to get to his point. “Not so good for him. Zane wants to leave porn and stripping behind. He got accepted at a business college in Las Cruces. He’s originally from El Paso, so he has a lot of family in the area. He wants to leave, but like you, he insists on being pragmatic. He’s saved up enough money to afford moving, but not enough for school and all of that good stuff as well. He wants a new start, but…” “But with a ridiculously huge cock bulging in his pants, he feels trapped.” “Bingo, Muscles. I’m sure it’s 95% in his head. There are businessmen with huge cocks naturally, and if he dresses right, he can camouflage it. Well, he can camouflage it somewhat. That thing’s so huge he’ll bulge in whatever. But it’s become this insuperable hurdle for him. He won’t leave his boyfriend until he quits porn; he won’t quit porn until he’s got school sorted out; he can’t sort out school without help from his family; and he won’t ask his family for help because he’s embarrassed about his cock, job, and boyfriend. He feels like he’s ruined his life.” “And what do you think I can do for him?” “His cock isn’t naturally that large. It’s extra cock. You can only borrow what’s extra.” I checked with my internal rule book. “That actually seems possible.” “You borrow his extra inches for a few days while he goes home and talks to his family and sets everything up with the school, and then, once he has that all squared away, you give his extra cock back.” “And what do we do during those few days?” I asked leadingly. “Any scandalous, kinky thing we can think of doing with a ridiculously huge cock.” He kissed me on the forehead. “We don’t know if it will work, if I can even borrow his extra cock.” “Want to do a dry run first?” “Yes. Just to test it out.” Puck kissed me on the forehead again then gracefully leaped off my lap and ran over to his phone. After a few quick texts, Puck turned excitedly to me and said, “I’ll clean up the kitchen. You clean up the living room. Zane will be here in twenty.” “Guess I’m not doing any writing tonight,” I said, pretending to be put out. Twenty minutes later, I was putting away some extra blankets back in the guest room when Zane knocked on the door. Puck let him in and said, “Muscles will be out in a second. Can I get you something to drink?” “No thanks, I’m not really much of a drinker. I only ever went to bars to pick up guys, and we both know where that got me,” Zane said, and I immediately recognized the voice. “Alphonse?” I said, coming into the living room. He looked me up and down. “Shakespeare?” “You know each other?” Puck said. “I haven’t seen you in years!” I said happily, coming over to hug him. As I held him close to my body, I felt his prominent bulge pushing into my leg. It was large, warm, present, and obtrusive. It was much bigger than I remembered. When we let go of the hug, I had to look down. Yeah. He had a huge, noticeable, thick bulge riding down his pant leg. I don’t think he could wear shorts anymore—the tip would poke out. “You’ve grown absolutely huge!” Alphonse—or was it Zane—said, patting my arm and squeezing my muscle. “You have too,” I said, gesturing demurely at his package. Alphonse looked at Puck and asked, “Wait, this is Muscles?” “Yeah. This is Shakespeare?” Puck turned to look at me. “You’re Shakespeare?” “I am indeed. He and the other strippers I slept with in college, they called me Shakespeare.” “You don’t just know each other,” Puck said, a little pleased but mostly incredulous. “You’ve fucked each other.” “More than once,” I admitted. “We never dated or anything,” Alphonse/Zane said. “We only fooled around a few times. I showed him a few things, taught him a few tricks. You’re welcome, by the way.” “This is Shakespeare?” Puck asked Alphonse/Zane again, still too shocked to fully comprehend. “I’m surprised he even talks about me,” I admitted. “Oh, you’re worth talking about. It’s not every day a muscular guy writes you poetry.” “I should apologize,” I said. “I never wrote you any poems. I would quote you Lord Byron and pretend it was mine. I’m not really good at poetry.” “But he is a published author,” Puck bragged. “This is so freaky,” Alphonse/Zane said as we all went into the living room to find chairs. Alphonse/Zane sat on one of the breakfast table chairs, I sat on the couch, and Puck, as always, sat on my lap. “Unbelievably weird,” I said. “What should I call you? I knew you as Alphonse, Puck knows you as Zane. I suspect neither of those are your name when you’re at home.” “My government name is Randall,” he said. “But you can call me whatever you want, darling.” He shook his head. “Muscles is Shakespeare.” “Small world and all that,” Puck said, finally past the coincidence and shooing it away with an erratic hand gesture. “But that’s not why we invited you here.” “It’s not?” Alphonse asked. Puck told Alphonse all about my skills as The Repository. At the end of the explanation, Alphonse turned to me and said, "That’s how you got so big so fast, you dirty cheater you.” “Guilty,” I said. “And you want to borrow some of my muscle?” he asked. “Even though Shakespeare here is already bigger than Hercules?” “Actually, we wanted to talk to you about that,” Puck said, pointing at Alphonse’s crotch. “Why did you agree to the surgery?” I asked. “When we used to fool around, you already had 8 inches. That’s more than plenty.” Alphonse sighed deeply and put his hand over his heart. “Love. Pressure. Stupidity. Take your pick.” “How big are you?” I asked. Then, immediately followed it with, “If I can ask?” Alphonse stood up, pulled down his pants, and pulled down his jockey shorts as well. A long, thick, fat tube of cock tumbled out. It swung like a pendulum under its own weight. It looked swollen and distended, like an overstuffed sausage. The skin was a slightly different color from what I remembered, but it wasn’t unsightly. I hated to admit it, but I found his impossibly huge dick kind of hot. “When it gets hard, it usually gets up to 14 inches.” “14? Shit,” I said. “And it gets hard a lot,” pulling his cock to the side to show two oversized, swollen testicles. “I don’t know why, but ever since I had these enlarged, I get hard and start leaking over the slightest little things. It shouldn’t do that, but it does. The teensiest stimulation gets me rock hard.” As if to prove his point, Alphonse’s cock started to get longer and thicker, swelling even bigger than it already was until it reached its full 14 inches. “That’s…” I had no way to finish that sentence. “Too much,” Alphonse said. “It was sexy for a while, but then everyday life kicks in.” “We think,” Puck said, “that Muscles can borrow some of your extra cock. Then, you could fly back to El Paso for a few days. Set some things up with that school and your family, and then, once you’ve got a safety net in place, take back that cock.” “You think you could do that?” “We don’t know if it’ll work,” I stressed. “I’ve only ever borrowed muscles before. But if that genuinely is extra cock, I should be able to borrow it.” “How much will it cost to try?” Alphonse asked, pulling out his wallet and rifling through his credit cards, his erect monster waggling back and forth in front of him. “This one is still good,” he pulled out a worn Visa, “and I’m willing to pay what it costs.” “We weren’t going to charge you,” Puck said. “We were going to enjoy Muscles having a bigger cock.” Alphonse put his credit card away. “Seriously? Yeah. I’m in. What’re we waiting for? Let’s do this thing.” I tapped on Puck’s shoulder so he’d get up. “If I’m doing this, I’m doing it without my pants.” Puck hopped off my lap and onto the adjacent couch cushion. Once I was free, I stood and unzipped my jeans. I moved to pull down my pants, but then stopped. I looked up at Alphonse. “Honey, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” “It’s just weird with Puck right here.” “Nonsense,” Puck said, pulling open my fly. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” With Puck’s okay, I slowly and a little awkwardly disrobed. It was always a struggle getting the past my thighs and ass, but with some wriggling and twisting, I got them down to my feet and then kicked them off. “That is my favorite show in town,” Puck said, smiling. “That was hot,” Alphonse agreed. “You could be a stripper.” “Puck said the same thing.” “Your gimmick could be, ‘Can he even get his clothes off?’” Puck added. “Something classier,” Alphonse responded. “His stripper name will, of course, be Shakespeare.” “You two might be getting a show, but I’m not becoming a stripper.” I flexed my thigh muscles a few times just to show off how tremendous and defined they were with sinuous cables, then moved on to my underwear. It was made of a stretchy material, so it was easier to remove. Now that I was naked from the waist down and standing, I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I put them on my hips, which made my arms, shoulders and chest flare out a little, like I was showing off. I wasn’t this time, but it sure looked like I was. After a moment, Puck also kicked off his pants and underwear. “What?” he commented, a little sheepishly, “I didn’t want to be the only one still wearing pants.” “How do we do this?” Alphonse asked. “You tell me how much of your cock I can borrow. I suggest you do it in inches.” “You can borrow…” Alphonse started, but I cut him off. “Don’t give me all of your extra cock. We have to make sure it works and that there are no bad side effects. Let’s just start with an inch.” “Two,” Puck said. I wanted to insist on only one inch, but I knew that if I fought Puck, he’d convince me to try it all at once, so I acquiesced. “Fine. Let’s start with two to see if it works.” “Okay,” Alphonse said. “You can borrow two inches of my dick.” Alphonse broke out into a wide smile as his erect cock withdrew two inches, shrinking down to a still massive foot of length, but not as huge as it once was. Meanwhile, it felt like I was getting an erection, but my dick wasn’t getting harder. It was just getting longer and thicker. It swelled and thickened, crawling further down my leg and plumping delectably. I leaned forward over my expansive pecs to get a peak, but almost as soon as it was started, it was done. My dick had actually grown. The extra weight and the visual stimulus of seeing my cock bigger turned me on exponentially. My cock thickened and hardened further, this time into an actual erection. When it reached full hardness, it was larger than I’d ever seen it in my life, too large for one hand to completely hold alone. It was also harder than I’d ever been in my life, like an iron girder jutting out from my pelvis. Puck flew into the spare room to find the tape measure Shafe had used to check his progress. He dropped to his knees and held the measure up to my cock, which was just over 8 inches—two inches more than my cock had been, and it was starting to leak a copious amount of pre. “Fuck,” I said. “This feels like pure sex.” I began rubbing my hands across my pecs, tweaking my nipples through my shirt. “It suits you, Muscles,” Puck said. “A mountain of man like you deserves a long, thick outcropping of cock.” Right there, in front of Alphonse, Puck leaned in to lick my cock. I froze, looking at Alphonse. “I can’t do this in front of an audience,” I said, backing away. “It’s already gone too far.” “You’re already naked and hard, baby,” Alphonse said. “And I’ve already fucked you.” “This is different,” I said. “I won’t fuck in front of you, Alphonse.” I suddenly felt rude because I was the only one objecting, so I added a half-whispered, “Sorry.” “It’s cool. Want me to take a walk around the block?” “Yes,” I said emphatically before Puck could answer. Alphonse got dressed quickly and headed out the door. As soon as the door to the condo closed, Puck put as much of my cock into his mouth as he could. I was more than a mouthful, though, so he could only get in about half, and he had to stretch his jaw more than normal to do it. “Holy fuck,” I said. Partly, I said it because it was sudden and unexpected. Partly, I said it because I couldn’t believe that Puck had planned on doing this in front of another person. Partly, I said it because I was shocked that Puck had trouble fitting it in his mouth. Mostly, though, I said it because it felt absolutely fucking amazing. Not only was Puck excellent at sucking my cock, but with that extra length and girth, there was more surface area, which meant more nerve endings, which meant I was hyper-sensitive. It was more stimulation on my dick than I’d ever felt in my life. His ministrations were so thorough and dedicated that I was going to come hard and fast. I climaxed in less than two minutes in a blast of jizz that practically rocketed out of me at breakneck speed. “That’s not all you’ve got in you,” Puck said, licking the cum from his lips. “I know you better than that.” I picked Puck up and threw him over my shoulder like a fireman, carrying him into my room. I could feel his fully erect cock press into my shoulder. I tossed Puck on the bed. I jumped onto the bed next to him, causing the bed to squeak and creak in protest. I sat up and spread my legs wide. “What’s this?” Puck asked. My cock was so stiff that I panted in between some words as I spoke. “I want to look at you while we do this. I suspect this is going to be intense, and I need to be face to face, my lips on yours the whole time.” Puck threw one leg around me and straddled my waist. I once again saw just how much bigger than him I was. He was athletic and fit with a dancer’s body, and I eclipsed him with my brawn and beef. Now that he had his legs on either side of my waist, he hoisted himself up, using my shoulders as handgrips and steadying himself by kneeling on the mattress. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, he lowered himself onto my cock. When the tip of my cock was enveloped by his waiting ass, a million sparks went off, firing pleasure in my brain. It was so intense that I jerked, one of my knees spasming. “You good to keep going?” Puck asked. I nodded. He lowered himself a little further, and this time, it was his turn to shudder and scream. “Oh fuck!” he shouted, his cock involuntarily twitching. He didn’t ejaculate, but his production of pre increased steadily. “Your prostate?” I asked. “You just rang my doorbell so hard that it woke up the whole house.” “You good to keep going?” I asked. In lieu of answer, Puck lowered himself slowly, taking in more and more of my cock, squeezing it with the tight walls of his ass. When he bottomed out, we just sat like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily. His forehead was pressed against my forehead, our eyes looking deeply into each other’s. His ass had never felt this tight. I had never been this deep inside anyone. I felt like our flesh physically merged. Our breathing synced. I never felt more sexually connected to another man than at that exact moment. “You ready?” I asked. “You ready?” he responded. With that, I began rocking us back and forth, grinding my cock around his ass, especially putting pressure on his prostrate. He began lifting himself up and down, stroking my cock and stretching himself out. My arms held him close against my torso, lovingly caressing his back with my hands, from the base of his spine to the top of his shoulder blades. His arms were wrapped around my neck. His hands were entangling themselves in my hair, tugging enticingly with just the right amount of pressure. My cock was getting more attention than it ever had; his was pressed between our washboard abs, stimulated by the motion of our writhing torsos and muscular torsos. And the whole time, we never stopped kissing. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, tasting each other’s saltiness. Our lips pressed ecstatically against each other, caressing and caring. Our faces rubbed against each other, brushing our rough beards against the smooth spots, our lips dragging across the planes and plateaus of each other’s face. We were interlocked like that, tightly embraced, rocking back and forth, up and down, caressing, stroking, breathing, tasting, fucking, in an endless loop of sensations. I could feel another orgasm building up deep within me. Puck began moaning and shrieking, his orgasm close too. When I came, I could feel my already large cock head swell further. I felt the hot, wet stickiness of his cum on my stomach and his, and his shrieks grew more frequent and higher. I began bellowing animalistically as my cum forced its way from my body. We’d both sated our libidos, but we sat there, still entwined, just holding each other. We weren’t moving. We were just holding each other and breathing and looking into each other’s eyes. After a few minutes of postcoital bliss, I whispered in Puck’s ear, “I told you we weren’t boring.” 36 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 Delightful turn of events! Why didn't I see this one cumming?!?! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted August 20, 2021 Author Share Posted August 20, 2021 8 minutes ago, arpeejay said: Why didn't I see this I aim to keep my audience on their toes. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maxum Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 Thanks for another great chapter. You have a particular talent for making the implausible seem possible (and hot). l always enjoy the read. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hoga Posted August 20, 2021 Share Posted August 20, 2021 hot - I'd love to see Shafe come back even bigger and put up a challenge 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AtTheMomentNew Posted August 21, 2021 Share Posted August 21, 2021 Nice. Now that we know it's not just muscle but anything "extra", Puck is probably going to push that rule to the limit. Maybe Puck knows someone who had a pituitary disorder and is sick of being 7ft tall and would give anything to buy clothes off-the-rack and not have to duck through doorways... 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tjdonger Posted August 21, 2021 Share Posted August 21, 2021 Thank you! So well written! You’ve developed an amazing story with so much dimension, great characters and so damn hot! I’ll be using this last few chapters as reference while alone in the shower….several times! Please, may we have more? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted August 22, 2021 Share Posted August 22, 2021 Back from vacay, catching up - saw this. No time to read it now so I'm marking it for my reading list! A new TQuinta! Yes! Like vacation continues! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadDog Posted August 22, 2021 Share Posted August 22, 2021 Things are definitely spicing up. I wondered when his cock would start to get in on the fun! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted August 24, 2021 Share Posted August 24, 2021 I am hoping Puck will continue to do his job -- incorriging (yes, I spelled that correctly) Vaughn to get huge beyond belief! But, yeah, slow burn, detours. You wouldn't BELIEVE how patient I can be when I decide to be stubborn about something! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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