Vaccinated

[Ro20316]

Man i love teh change in POV. There are more characters joining this party.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER EIGHT

HE keeps staring at me. HE’s been doing it all night, getting more and more obvious about it as the night has worn on.

Ordinarily, this would creep me out. I mean, every girl has a story about some creeper not taking a hint, or taking things too far, or giving off total murderer vibes. EVERY. Girl. Without question. It’s one of the downsides of being hot, I suppose.

For reasons I don’t understand, even though HE’s acting total creeper, it’s not creeping me out; if anything, it’s endearing and cute. I mean, c’mon, we all know HE’s hopeless in all things romance. There’s even been whispers that HE’s still a virgin. Poor guy. I mean imagine being in YOUR mid twenties and never—

OH. MY. GOD! HE’s KISSING me! What the HELL? Who the FUCK does HE think HE is, with HIS soft, yet hard lips, HIS tongue expertly probing and wrestling–

Why is it so hot in here…
HE can’t be a virgin…
No one that can kiss like this is a virgin…
If this is what HIS tongue can do in my mouth, imagine HIM going down on me; HIS tongue flicking my clit and probing forcefully, HIS soft, yet hard lips playfully caressing and teasing my lips…

Shut up and kiss HIM back you fool!

The kiss is even better as I let go and kiss HIM back, my plump lips locked with HIS.

CHAPTER NINE

Passing out mid-kiss. If HE were conscious, HE’d be mortified.

Luckily for HIM, Amber was bemused rather than annoyed, that HE dared pass out while she was kissing HIM. Maybe the blood rushing to fill HIS dick sped up the process.

“What do we do now? We can’t just leave HIM here,” she said.

“No, of course not. If we knew HIS address we could put HIM into an Uber,” suggested Jake.

The problem, no one knew HIS address. One of the issues with never socialising. Jake seized his opening.

“I’ll take HIM to mine, HE can sleep it off there.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll help you carry HIM - don’t you live up stairs?” Amber asked.

“I do, but I don’t—“ he stopped himself. He was about to say he didn’t need help, he fireman carried heavier bags than HIM in his sleep. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He wasn’t so drunk that he failed to notice Amber’s coquettish look, the flush in her face, the sparkle in her eyes. Men were often oblivious to such things, but once again, things were coming up Jake.

“–ah, I mean, I don’t have an issue with that, thanks. That would be great.”

Jake took 99% of the burden of lifting and carrying HIM. Burden was overstating things. He had more of a burden trying to adjust his bulging erection without being too obvious around Amber. She, of course, eyed off his growing bulge hungrily; seeing him try and adjust himself discreetly and imagining what it would be like to be fucked by such a monster.

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CHAPTER TEN

HIS journey back to consciousness was unpleasant. HIS eyes felt heavy, HIS mouth dry, HE felt nauseous and HIS head pounded with a massive headache.

As HE slowly became aware of HIS surroundings, HIS first thought was to wonder where HE was. HE tried to remember what had happened, but it was all a blur.

HE could smell delicious smells of a cooked breakfast - eggs, bacon, mushroom, hash browns. Despite HIS nausea, HIS stomach rumbled loudly, reminding HIM of HIS hunger.

HE sat up. More accurately, HE tried to sit up - that was a mistake as the room spun around HIM and HIS head felt as though it was splitting in two as pain shot from HIS eyeballs to the back of HIS head. Groaning, HE lay back down.

It was then HE noticed that HE was naked. Even HIS underwear was nowhere to be seen.

As HE considered what might have happened to HIS clothing, fragments of memory were returning to HIM.

The car! FUCK!

HE bolted upright again - this time ignoring the shooting pain and the waves of dizziness and nausea. Leaping out of bed, HE raced downstairs heading towards the smell.

As HE rounded a corner into the kitchen, HE careened into Amber, who stumbled back, desperately grasping to prevent herself from falling. HE grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled her to HIM, wrapping HIS arms around her and pressing her to HIM.

“Are you okay? Sorry, I just woke up. I need to get to my car. Now!”

HE looked down at her face, noticing her slight smile and twinkling eyes. It was then HE recalled HE was naked, and HIS swinging cock and low hanging balls were pressed into her stomach, the head of HIS cock grazing her crop top-exposed bellybutton.

HE blushed, releasing her and stepping behind a chair, which did little to hide HIS nakedness. “Sorry, I can’t find my clothes.”

“Don’t be sorry,” said Jake, turning from the frying pan, laughing. “I washed them this morning, they’re hanging on my line, drying.”

He pointed to a pile of neatly folded clothes on the counter. “I’ll give YOU some of my clothes to wear in the meantime. I’ve tried to find something that will fit as best as possible. Might be a bit short on YOU, though,” he shrugged.

“I need to get to my car,” HE repeated as HE started putting on the clothes. The boxer briefs fit HIS waist, but the pouch was stretched significantly and did nothing to provide HIM any support. The simple white T-shirt and grey sweatpants weren’t too bad. HIS treasure trail would often peek out as the T-shirt rode up, and the sweatpants weren’t quite long enough. But it was all serviceable, HE could change when HE got home.

“YOU will. Have something to eat first. How is YOUR head?”

“You don’t understand, I need to get to my car. NOW.”

And then HE told them about the samples, notes and equipment — the bare bones of HIS life’s work — how HE couldn’t bring HIMSELF to destroy HIS work, that HE’d taken them and planned to continue HIS work from HIS home lab.

But HE’d never planned on being away for so long, the cold storage had probably warmed up by now, potentially ruining any chance of continuing HIS work.

Amber and Jake both stared at HIM like HE’d grown horns.

“YOU stole the samples!” she exclaimed at the same time that Jake asked, “But how will YOU continue with the simple lab set up YOU have at home?”

“I’ll explain on the way. C’mon! Let’s GO!”

They piled into Jake’s car and headed back to their former workplace to see if they could salvage what was left of HIS life’s work.

In HIS embarrassment running into Amber stark naked, and the urgency to get to HIS car, HE didn’t think to question the fact that Jake and Amber were both preparing to eat breakfast at Jake’s home.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jake lived about 15 minutes’ drive from their former workplace.

HE sat shotgun, Amber behind HIM. Jake was driving.

HE was stressing about the state of the samples, and could think of little else.

If HE stopped for a moment, HE would realise that HE could’ve enjoyed the show Jake was inadvertently putting on for his passengers.

Working in a lab, there was rarely opportunity to show any skin or wear anything other than utilitarian clothing, which were covered by lab coats anyway, so there was never much to see.

Not so this morning.

Jake wore a tight, v-neck T-shirt, again in a classic white (his favourite T-shirt colour). The deep V provided tantalising views of his chest, lightly dusted with hair, and showing perfectly squared off pecs with incredible definition. The torso of the T-shirt was so tight his obliques and abs were visible through the fabric. His faded blue jeans, with a button fly (he’d missed closing one of the buttons) that tented up into a lick-able bulge, hugged his bubble butt and perfectly showed the sweep of his quads. Tight, the way they should be.

But the real show was his arms, starting with his hands. One hand held the steering wheel while the other rested by the gear stick ready to change gears as needed. His hands had the same telltale look as that of all serious weight lifters - strong tendons, thick fingers and a thumb that was calloused from gripping heavy barbells on the regular, all leading to a thick wrist.

His elbow rested on the window sill, with his hand resting lightly on the top of the steering wheel; thick wrist pronated, emphasising the belly of his forearm. He often kept his arms hairless so as not to detract from the prominent veins snaking up his forearm and up to his biceps and triceps. The horseshoe of his triceps supported his arm on the sill, while his bicep lightly balled up as he held his arm slightly bent, the vein snaking up and over the two heads of the biceps, disappearing under the tight sleeve of the T-shirt.

Jake might not think he was a bodybuilder, but his body was a work of art.

Amber, who was putting on a show of her own in a semi-transparent crop top and short shorts, emphasising her hourglass, was enjoying Jake’s low-key show, such that she was almost disappointed as they approached their now-former workplace.

[Ro20316]

Man whata fantastic work so far. The three are  quite a trio and im sure many things will come their way

[mmvmgo2011]

20 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Man whata fantastic work so far. The three are  quite a trio and im sure many things will come their way

Thanks mate, glad you're enjoying it. I was a bit nervous before starting that it wouldn't be enjoyed, too slow, etc. So definitely welcoming the feedback and any future feedback.

I've mapped out a few major plot points, but it's very much a fluid work in progress, with lots of room for tangents and deviations from the main plot - so if there's something you want to read about let me know, I'm sure it can be worked in.

Unfortunately, progress will have to slow over the next day or two due to work commitments, but I'll try and get a bunch written over the weekend.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER TWELVE

HE leapt out of the car, even before it had fully stopped moving, racing to HIS own car. Despite HIS promise to explain on the way, they had ridden over in silence; HIS anxiety as to the state of the samples shutting down any conversation.

The deep rumble of the modified V8 silenced as Jake turned off the engine, the exhaust giving one final crackle as it quieted. Jake stepped out of the car, adjusting himself as he walked over to HIM, and trying to avoid the chub expanding into full mast.

Amber followed closely behind, enjoying the view of his tiny waist widening out and up into a V to his shoulders and his arse perfectly hugged by the tight jeans forming a tight crease between his buttocks and hamstrings.

HE opened the first sample container, and was relieved to find they were still viable, having been kept cool enough, despite being in HIS car overnight. HE sighed audibly, and HIS body language visibly altered, confirming the release of HIS tension and anxiety.

“The samples are still good?” Jake asked.

“Yes, thankfully. But I still need to get them home and put into the storage at my lab.”

“Okay, YOU lead and we’ll follow.”

Again, focussing with single minded determination on getting the samples to safety, HE did not wonder why they would follow HIM home.

HE jumped in HIS car and peeled away, tyres squealing as HE sought more speed from HIS eminently sensible, econobox 4 cylinder.

Surprised, Jake and Amber raced back to Jake’s car.

He quickly fired up the beastly V8, the deep roar of the engine and crackle of the exhaust putting a smile on his face, as always. Seems there was little hope of the chub not continuing to grow.

“Strap in!” He told Amber, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Putting the car in gear, he floored the accelerator, popping the clutch. The engine barked out a deep, throaty roar, punctuated by crackles and pops from the exhaust as he left rubber on the road and a cloud of tyre smoke in his wake, catching up with HIS econobox in no time.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As it turns out, HE had little to be anxious about, as HE only lived a short, five minute drive from work - ahem, former work.

HE could feel the rumble of Jake’s car as it muscled its way into HIS driveway; parking parallel with the front of HIS car, but extending out well past the rear. Their cars were a metaphorical representation of their owners – one powerful, muscular, and in-your-face, the other understated and shy, blending in.

For a brief moment, HE forgot about HIS anxiety over sample viability as HE enjoyed the deep rumble of the muscular V8, which literally vibrated in HIS chest; the exhaust accentuating the deep, guttural sound from the engine. DAMN, but it was a fucking hot car. Hot car for a hot driver, HE thought.

As the engine shut down, HE snapped out of his reverie, grabbed HIS bags from the back and headed for the door. Fumbling with HIS keys and juggling the heavy bags, the ever chivalrous Jake was there to take the bags from HIM, freeing HIM up to unlock the door and welcome HIS first ever guests into HIS home.

The house was magnificent. Not surprising, really, considering the salary HE had likely been drawing from PharmaVax. Modern, minimalist, yet tastefully appointed with artworks adorning the walls, and sculptures filling spaces exactly where they fit best.

“Wow. What a nice place,” “This place is spectacular,” Jake and Amber both spoke over one another, imitating carnival clown games again, their mouths agape as their heads swivelled from side to side trying to take it all in.
 
“Thank you. Please, make yourselves comfortable. I need to secure these samples and ensure they’re preserved. If you’ll excuse me.”

“I’d like to see YOUR lab, if YOU don’t mind,” said Jake. “Yes, if we help YOU with the samples, we’ll finish quicker and then YOU can rest easy,” Amber added.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you. My lab is this way.”

It almost felt as though they’d walked all the way back to their former workplace. They both thought, “this place is massive,” though neither voiced their opinions.

HE pressed HIS palm to a panel on the wall, and looked into what seemed like a retinal scanner. A melodic chime sounded - always a good sign when you hear a melodic chime - and an entire section of wall sunk back and began sliding open. The mechanism was completely silent, almost as though it was alien technology. No aliens, just top of the line, well maintained equipment - this was HIS life’s passion after all, and HE could afford the best of the best.

As the previously hidden - panel wasn’t the right word for the massive opening that had revealed itself - opened, lights gradually increased in brightness to illuminate the space.

Amber gasped audibly. Jake was in one of two of his heavens – it was a toss up between a well stocked gym with equipment and sufficient weight plates and fixed dumbbells for serious lifters, and a modern, well equipped lab. And this was an outstanding example of the latter. It had everything the work lab did, only in smaller quantities, enough for a handful of people to work comfortably and never have to want or wait for equipment.

Jake was embarrassed he had thought HIS lab set up at home would be simple. He should’ve known better.

For the first time, they believed and realised HE could actually continue their work. That excited them both, though it was easier to tell on Jake, his erection growing along with his excitement.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“YOU need help. YOU can’t take it all on by YOURSELF,” said Amber.

“That’s right. We had a whole team and couldn’t make any headway,” said Jake.

“I can’t speak for Amber, but I no longer have a job. I’d love to continue to be a part of YOUR work, and help bring YOUR vision to reality. I don’t even care if YOU pay me or not.”

That last part sort of slipped out. Maybe it was the amazing house, the lab, the excitement of being able to continue their work, or vestiges of his crush on HIM, or perhaps all of the above. He didn’t mean to say it, but as soon as he did, he meant it. Besides, if they ever achieved even a tenth of their goals, his career would be made for life, and he’d be a very rich man indeed, not just the comfortably upper middle class that he was now.

Amber, who was nodding her head as Jake spoke, hesitated at that last statement, but finally she, too, nodded and said, “Same. This really is life-changing, and I want to be a part of it.”

HE was taken aback by their offers, not expecting or anticipating such generosity from either of them.

“Honestly, I could use the help — clearly. As for pay, I’m not certain whether or for how long I could afford to pay you at your former salaries, but that’s a good starting point, I—”

Jake’s phone ringing interrupted what he was about to say.

"Sorry guys, excuse me a moment. Scott. How ar— Ah, shit, sorry buddy, I totally forgot; it’s been a busy morning. Give me 30.”

“That was my nephew. I forgot we’d organised a session at the gym. He’s just starting out and I’m giving him some pointers, checking his form, that sort of thing.”

“Of course. I’m in no shape to do any work today – my head is pounding and the room keeps spinning from time to time—“

“Is that YOUR first hangover?” Amber asked. They both sympathised as HE nodded. The first time was always the worst.

“We’ll let YOU have something to eat – drink plenty of water, YOU’re almost certainly dehydrated – and we’ll call YO–” He realised even though they’d worked together side by side for two and a half years, he didn’t have HIS number.

“555-412-1899”

“Thanks,” HE said, sheepishly. And they both saved HIS number into their phones.

“Do you mind giving me a ride home, Jake?”

“Of course not. Mine’s on the way, so I’ll drop in and change into my gym gear, if that’s alright?”

“Perfect.”

They bid their goodbyes, still marvelling at the size and beauty of HIS home.

HE enjoyed the rumble of the gargantuan V8 as it thundered to life and Jake cheekily chirped the wheels as he sped off back the way they’d come. Closing the door, HE went off in search of some food and copious amounts of water.

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

They’d spent the entire ride back to Jake’s trading and comparing superlatives about HIS home and lab. They were both eager and excited to get started. (Which was odd, because it was really just continuing the work they’d already been doing.)

Amber decided to stay in the car while Jake ducked inside to change and grab his gym bag. As she watched his glorious arse moving away, she wondered what he would be wearing when he came back outside. Whatever it was, it was bound to be hot.

It was better than she could have imagined. Her breath caught, she could feel herself flush, and her nipples hardened. Some people said it was only men that were turned on visually. Bullshit. She was aroused.

He wore a pair of form fitting light grey shorts. They were so short that his bulge hung down below the leg cut outs. The zip flap of the fly was partially open at the top where the waist band buttoned closed, flashing the silvery zip and drawing even more attention to his bulge (like it needed any more calling out). As he walked, the bulge moved around his sizeable legs, his heavy balls and large cock manoeuvring to find whatever room they could.

His sleeveless, loose-fit black muscle tee had large arm cut outs, where they stretched down to the start of his lats, with his obliques visible depending on how the fabric moved. Its length was quite short, exposing his lower abs.

He had those hot pointers to his cock - an Adonis Belt, was it called? - and his were prominent, jutting out and flaring up and out as they rose from the base of his cock and wrapped around the top of his hips. She could not see his belly button, but he had the hottest treasure trail she had ever seen, a seam of dark, but not coarse, hair trailing between heaven and earth; a smattering of surface veins leading down into his cock, feeding it with all important blood to get and keep him hard.

As for the other exposed parts, his legs, arms, traps and shoulders - she didn’t know where to look first. Each part was hotter than the last. He had tousled his hair, which somehow simultaneously looked like he just got out of bed, and just walked out of a hair salon.

She actually closed her eyes to try and savour the view - consciously committing it to memory, so she could recall it later.

As he drew closer, she watched his arse in the side mirror as he walked to the back of the car to drop off his gym bag. Each globe of his amazing arse stood up and out and the seam of the shorts perfectly aligned with his crack. As he took a step, each cheek would subtly bounce up and down as his hip flexors and hamstrings alternated their stresses on his glutes.

She’d heard him talk from time to time about his workouts and bemoaning the fact that he could not put on more size. She could not imagine him being any more perfect. He was already sex on legs. And what legs!

“Sorry about that, hope you weren’t waiting too long,” he said as he sat behind the wheel.

Oh GOD. It was even better up close. He’d put on some cologne - she didn’t recognise it, but it had an earthy, masculine scent that mixed with his own manly musk - a heady, euphoric combination.

“—ber? Are you okay?” “AMBER?”

“Hmm, what? Sorry, I’m fine.”

“You had me worried there for a minute – you were a million miles away.”

No, not a million miles, she thought, but right next to you - that’s the “problem”, how could anyone concentrate in that position?

“Sorry, I was just thinking about the work and how best to continue it,” she lied.

They spent the rest of the short ride to her house talking shop, which was an excellent thing as far as Amber was concerned, because she could barely contain herself as it was. Focussing on their work was all that was preventing her from jumping him then and there, who cares if they crashed.

She had never felt this way before. She was NEVER the chaser, she was always chased. She never needed to be - she attracted most men (and some women) like ants to honey.

Ever the gentleman, he waited to make sure she got inside safely before driving off.

She closed the door and leaned into it. As the rumble of his car faded, she tried to remember where she’d put those batteries.

 

[Ro20316]

This is so great and im invested in these three already. I want their dreams to come true