Ro20316 Posted April 19, 2019 Share Posted April 19, 2019 I have a feeling Uncle and Dad are gonna be two big guys themselves and alongside James and our guy they will make a Big happy family. I cant stop saying how much i loev the dinamic between the two and the four when they are togetehr. They are the rgeatest firends. They are so different yet alike. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vaultbreaker Posted April 21, 2019 Share Posted April 21, 2019 I have to give it to you: This is the best story I've ever read, period. The characters, the storytelling, everything is perfect - and then some! I can't thank you enough for the amazing, ongoing experience! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
msclegrower Posted April 23, 2019 Share Posted April 23, 2019 Beyond erotic feeling as tempted and unsure along with Chris if my stamina could hold out every day of this trip. Starting with their jogging, everything James tried started me leaking. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted April 23, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 23, 2019 Chapter 27 Once James declared himself the victor, I thought we were going to have sex right then, right there, right in the middle of the common room. James shook his head and went to the bathroom for a towel. “You failed my little challenge.” “Little?” I looked down at my body swollen with muscle. “There’s nothing little about this.” “Fine. You failed my big manly-man challenge. Is that better?” I began cleaning up my mess. “Yes, thank you.” “Since you failed, I call the shots. This is still my first time, after all. So, tomorrow’s still the day. We do our morning routine. We come home, shower. Then sex. Before we have lunch, your room, curtains and windows wide open to let in the late morning air and sunlight, on your bed. None of this acrobatic standing choreography until I learn the basics. When we’ve both had our full, we go out to lunch afterwards. Somewhere nice. That is, if you can still stuff yourself into your pants.” “Fine,” I acquiesced. “Dave’s going to be mad at you that I don’t fit my clothes anymore,” I added petulantly. “Dave will love the excuse to go shopping again. Besides, Luke can have all of your old clothes, so Dave can finally take him someplace that requires pants that extend past the knee.” “I don’t want to ruin the romance or the vibe,” I interjected, “but do we need condoms?” “You’ve been tested, right?” “Yep. Clean as a whistle.” “Then, as long as this is just the two of us, no bother. Thank you for asking, though.” I bowed a little, and then went back to cleaning. Once the mess was completely gone, James and I went to bed. In the same bed. My bed. For the first time since we started dating, I got feel James’s arms around me all night. James fell asleep first, so in the bright moonlight, I really took in his body. It was gorgeous and perfect. I had longed to see this body for months—years—and now it was lying in bed with me. And I had never felt bigger in my life. Here was this mountain of a man, the most muscular man I’d ever been friends with, and my pecs were bigger and rounder, sticking out farther. My shoulders were wider than his, my arms thicker. My waist, however, was somehow still smaller than his. Somewhere deep inside, I was still convinced James had given me my new body, and tomorrow he’d give me his. I almost didn’t want to fall asleep. I just wanted to watch him. But I did fall asleep, and woke to the sound of James making breakfast. “Do you actually like making breakfast?” I asked him as I stepped into the common room and rubbed sleep from my eye. “Uncle Henry wanted me to go to culinary school,” James said. “Glad I decided computer science was more my field, or I wouldn’t have met you.” As I sat in my chair, James kissed me on the forehead, tickling me with his beard. He then stroked my cheek and said, “Besides, I love cooking for you, Big Guy.” Unprepared for the growth, I nearly knocked my chair over as I arched my back and my legs went rigid. When I didn’t see them coming, the explosions of euphoria were always deeper and more intense. When I came back to my senses, there was a plate of food in front of me, and my workout shirt was obscenely tight. I looked down at my body, surveying its vastness. “Really? I thought once I lost the challenge…” “You agreed to do our morning routine,” James interrupted. “You magically gaining five pounds of muscle because I called you Big Guy has been our routine all week.” “Your logic is unassailable,” I said. My hands of their own accord, found their way to my pecs and heaved them. They were too big to fit in my hands, unrelenting as granite, and pendulously heavy. “What are your fathers going to think?” “That I am very lucky.” There were no other surprises that morning until we got back from the gym. James graciously let me get in the shower first. I know I was growing larger, but this small bathroom felt like it had been growing smaller all week, and I realized during my shower that I was too wide to fit entirely into it. No matter how I stood, an elbow, a shoulder, my ass—something—was sticking out over the edge. While I shampooed as best I could, the bathroom door opened. Then, the shower curtain pulled back, and James got in. There was just enough room for both of us to fit, but we did both fit. James grabbed the bar of soap and went about his normal routine. I was at a loss for words. “James?” “What? You agreed to a shower.” Even though I was larger and heavier than him, James was still taller than me, and he was tall enough and wide enough to block the water. So, I held him by the arms, and the two of us turned so that we were now facing each other. Our bodies were pressed closely together, chest to chest, but now we were both getting wet. James gripped my sides tightly. “That’s the spirit.” We took turns soaping the broad canvases of each other’s backs, we washed, stretched, and worshipped each other’s asses, and we each made sure the other’s cock was shined to a sparkle. Before the shower ended, James grabbed the back of my head and kissed me on the lips so deeply that I thought I would asphyxiate. “This is going to be great,” he said, excitedly. We got out of the shower, one then the other, and James took my hand. He opened the bathroom door and, the both of us still dripping wet, he led me to my bedroom. I gestured to the mess we were leaving in the bathroom. “You don’t want to…” “Leave it,” he interrupted. When we got to his room, I saw that the bed was turned down, and there was a brand new bottle of lube on the nightstand. James lowered me onto the bed, and I skirted to the edge so my ass was front and center. He poured some lube on his cock, and I was still wet and stretched out from the shower, so I gave him the go-ahead. He hesitantly put the head of his cock in. It was thick. It was so thick that I felt stretched to my widest. I must have winced because James checked in with me. “Painful?” “The good pain,” I said through gritted teeth. “Your cock is the thickest I’ve ever taken.” James’s cock twitched in my asshole, pleased with the compliment. Slowly, James inched his way into me. I didn’t think he could possibly fit all of himself inside of me, but it turns out that when you have more ass, you have more ass to fill. James just fit, like a key in a lock. He began to thrust in and out, unsure of his rhythm. The friction was pleasant against my prostate, but James had clearly never done this before. “Come here,” I said, and got him to lean over me. “Put one arm here,” I had him grip my shoulder, “And put the other here,” I put it on the bed, for leverage. “You shouldn’t be walking backwards and forwards. Plant your feet, and rock your hips in and out.” James adjusted his stance, and thrust again. My prostate sang, and I involuntarily shivered. “Better?” he asked. Unable to speak, I nodded. In a more stable position, James began to thrust in and out. My own cock, rigid tower that it was, was pressed into his abs, and my hands ran up and down his chest, in and out, around and around. His chest was glorious. After just a minute or two, James face started to get red. His breathing grew rapid, and he spoke in a broken staccato: “I. Don’t want. It over. So soon.” “It’s okay.” I said. “An orgasm doesn’t mean it’s over.” “Are. You sure?” I nodded, and James picked up speed. I felt his entire length somehow surge thicker, and his face contorted. I’d never heard James orgasm; he produced a serious of guttural M sounds. When he finished, he stood there for a moment, still inside me. “Did you get there?” He asked. “No, but we’re not done yet,” I said encouragingly. “Right. I haven’t even grown you, yet.” His violet eyes fixed on my cock, and I could see an idea flutter behind his eyes. “Every time your cock grew,” he said, “you’ve been the one on top, right?” “Right.” “What happens if you’re on bottom, Big Guy?” As soon as he said it, my ass clenched around his cock, which caused him to have an orgasmic aftershock. The pleasure was sudden and intense, but just as soon over. I looked down to see what had grown, and saw as my cock grew even more enormous. James was so happy that he laughed breathlessly. “That was so hot.” “Is that how big you wanted it?” I asked. “13 is such an unlucky number, isn’t it?” “If you say so.” I was at his mercy. “We wouldn’t want bad luck, would we, Big Guy?” I still hadn’t orgasmed today, but this time the bliss was so intense that my cock vibrated. I had to close my eyes and calm my breathing. When I opened my eyes, I looked down to find a 14-inch monstrosity staring back up at me. James pulled his cock out of me, and when the head passed my hole, there was a slight pop. Damn, that thing was thick “That cock looks delicious,” James said. “You haven’t had lunch yet,” I offered. With that, James was on his knees, his mouth opened as wide as he could to fit the head of my cock into his mouth. I leaned up on my elbows to have a better view of the show, but I had to sit up higher than I expected because my pecs got in the way. With surprisingly little effort, James managed to fit the head of my cock in his mouth. It was warm and wet, and his beard stimulated my shaft with its rough touch. Slowly, but with confidence, James worked his way down my shaft until my head hit the back of his throat. He was already further than I thought he would get, and after my pounding and a week’s worth of teasing, I was already close to climax. But, to my surprise, James managed to get even more down his throat. My hands gripped the sheet tightly. With a little practice and coaching, James was going to be a champion cocksucker He released me from his throat so he could take a breath. Then, with my cock still in his throat, he said, “You are huge, Big Guy.” With that, I my head went flying back to the sheets, taking my cock with me, and I shot a huge volley of cum, half on the sheets, half on James’s face. I had simultaneously experienced orgasm and a bout of growth. 15 inches of thick, turgid cock extended from me. It was prodigious as a monument, still quaking slightly from growth and orgasm. It was so thick that it looked muscular. James, my jizz dripping from his beard, stared at it with wonder Once I had caught my breath, I smiled and said, “You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” James wiped his face with a nearby towel until it was spotless. Then he wiped me clean of every last drop of cum and got onto the bed with me. “That was a pretty damn good first time,” James said. Before I could respond, we heard the front door of the cabin open. A voice shouted, “Jimmy!” 47 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted April 24, 2019 Share Posted April 24, 2019 Wow. You have a way with words. That sex scene was incredible. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted April 24, 2019 Share Posted April 24, 2019 Fantastic my man. And James it's great at it. hE took all 14 Inches OMFG. They are the cutest tbj, Now Dads are there. Im excited to read how they look like 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azrael Posted April 24, 2019 Share Posted April 24, 2019 Amazing story! I binged a bit... Okay, I read the whole thing in one sitting... 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gaybitch14 Posted April 25, 2019 Share Posted April 25, 2019 THIS WAS GREAT and i love this lil cliffhanger 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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TQuintA Posted April 26, 2019 Author Share Posted April 26, 2019 Chapter 28 “Jimmy?” I said quietly. “Hey, Dad!” James shouted. “We’ll be right out.” “Right out?” I asked. James pulled on some of the clothes I brought—a white Henley and dark blue slacks. He went into the dresser in the corner of the room and threw me a cream-colored button up and black dress pants. They weren’t clothes I brought, but they looked just big enough to fit me. Just. “I come prepared,” he added. With some help from James, I was able to quickly throw the shirt on, even if it was tight in the arms and I had to leave the two top buttons unbuttoned. My monstrous cock would have been hard enough to shove into a pair of pants by itself, but my balls were now each about the size of my fist. Add that to the mass of my colossal ass, and the fact that I got them on at all was a minor miracle. The dark fabric somewhat obscured how enormous my bulge was, so I could make it work if I didn’t stand perfectly profile or bend over too suddenly. James threw open bedroom door and raced out to greet his father. “Dad!” He went over to his father and hugged him, lifting him up into the air and spinning him. James’s father looked surprisingly like James. He was maybe half an inch taller, his hair was darker and starting to thin, his eyes were more blue than violet, he didn’t have a beard, and he wasn’t packed with muscle. But a stranger could tell they were father and son. When James put his dad down, he began looking James over. “Let me see you.” He looked his son all over. “You’ve gotten bigger!” He patted the sides of James arms. “I expected nothing less. But this,” he grabbed James’s beard and shook his head back and forth, “this must be for the boyfriend.” I walked over to James’s father and offered my hand, “Nice to meet you Mr….” I trailed off because James’s father stared at my outstretched hand with the same confused look James always did when someone wanted to shake his hand. The exact same look. Then, James’s father looked up at my face, smiled so broadly I thought his face was going to crack in half, and threw his arms around my arms and chest in an attempt at a bear hug. I was practically twice his size, so he couldn’t get all the way around or squeeze me too tightly, but I appreciated the effort. “You’re even bigger than my Jimmy.” He said when he let go of the hug. “Indeed, I am,” I said. “As I was saying, it’s nice to meet you, Mr…” James’s dad interrupted me, “Doug! Call me Doug.” “Are you sure?” “Unless you want to call me Dad?” “Doug it is.” “Where’s Uncle Henry?” James asked. “He’s wrestling with the boat and fishing gear. Go help him.” “On it,” James said, saluted, and ran out the front door. “I am so happy to meet you that I don’t care why it took you five minutes to get out of my son’s bedroom.” “We were…” “I know what you were doing,” Doug said, cutting me off, genuine smile still plastered to his face. “No worries. It gave me a chance to clean up the mess in the bathroom.” “We…” His smile unwavering, Doug interrupted again. “It’s my fault. I was so excited that I talked Henry into coming up a whole day early. And that was on top of the whole day early we were already coming.” “I wish all parents were this excited when their sons came out.” “You’re telling me. I was so scared of my parents I didn’t come out until my son was 3.” Doug crashed on the sofa and patted the cushion next to him. “Sit here, boyfriend Chris. It is time for me to ask you an uncomfortable number of questions in my effort to get to know you. And we’ve got a few minutes because my husband is intentionally stalling our son.” Gingerly, so as to not destroy my pants, I sat. Doug mistook my slowness for fear adding, “I don’t bite.” Once I was seated, Doug let loose a litany of questions. My major? Chemistry. My family? Only child, parents still married. Parents’ jobs? Mother, pediatrician; father, high school history teacher. My career goals? Something in pharmaceuticals. The questions were completely expected, and Doug remained friendly and charming throughout. “Sorry we took so long,” James said, coming back into the room after about ten minutes of Doug’s questions. “Uncle Henry kept dropping the boat.” A short man, easily three inches shorter than me, came in behind James. He looked fit and toned, like a jogger or maybe a swimmer. His skin was youthful, but his hair was shockingly white. He had vibrant green eyes behind a pair of stylish glasses—his whole outfit was stylish: a blazer-sweater-jeans combination like something Dave had me try once. I stood up to shake his hand, and he dismissed it, saying, “How kind to offer, but we prefer hugs in this family,” and giving me my second awkward hug of the hour. “It’s crass and sentimental, I know, but I picked up the habit from my husband, and now I just find it charming.” “Should I call you Henry? Uncle Henry?” “Either’s fine,” he said and took a step back, appraising from head to toe. “Your boyfriend is handsome, Jimmy.” “You both call him Jimmy?” I asked, “Everyone calls him Jimmy,” Doug answered. “You don’t?” “Everyone at school calls him James.” “Oh,” Doug said in an affected British accent. “Is it James now?” His tone was far from mocking. He was playing a game with his son. A blush rising in his cheeks, James responded in his own British accent, “Well, father, I’d prefer His Excellency, Lord James, but James will suffice when the servants aren’t underfoot.” Henry put a hand on Doug’s shoulder before he could respond. “As much as I’d love to let you two go on, I have to ask, have you boys had lunch?” I shook my head, and James said, “We were going to go out for lunch.” “Kismet!” Henry said. “We have Groff’s in the car.” “Groff’s?” I asked. “It’s a local restaurant, rather swanky” James explained. “They have the fanciest sandwiches and the best salads.” “If it’s not imposing,” I said. Henry dismissed the statement. “We bought enough for twenty.” I was still close enough to Doug that he was able to grab my arm. “Good thing too. These two are practically wasting away.” Henry and James went out to the car to get the food, and I helped Doug set the table in the kitchen. “You old enough to drink, boyfriend Chris?” “I turned 21 last March.” “Excellent.” He walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet underneath. From behind a bunch of cleaning supplies, he produced two bottles of wine. “I hid these here years ago in case there was ever cause to celebrate.” Henry and James returned, and we sat around the table eating gourmet sandwiches off paper plates and drinking wine from coffee mugs. The conversation was breezy and casual. “Jimmy’s talked about you an awful lot,” Doug said. “You and Dave and Luke.” “Yeah, we’re together pretty much every day. And you’d need surgery to separate Dave and Luke. They’re one of those couples.” “They’re a couple?” Henry asked. “Have been since August,” I said. “Four friends turned into two couples,” Henry mused. “Practically an Austen novel.” He then added, “Of course, Austen obviously didn’t write about gay people.” Doug turned to me and asked, “How do you identify, boyfriend Chris?” “Sorry?” “I don’t want to assume. Gay? Bi? Pan? Poly? Queer?” “Just gay,” I said. “You?” “Gay, thank you for asking. Henry’s pan.” I nodded. Henry added, “I’ve been with Doug for so long that it’s like a technicality at this point.” “And you, Jimmy?” Doug asked “Dad!” James said. Doug pointed at James casually, looked at me, and said, “For the longest time we thought Jimmy was asexual.” “Dad!” James repeated. “It’s true,” Henry added. “Uncle Henry! Come on.” “What?” Doug said. “We wouldn’t have cared.” “Forgive our gushing, Chris,” Henry said. “We’re a little over-excited he has a boyfriend because he always seems so lonely at home. We were equally delighted when we learned about his friends at school. Jimmy’s always been shy, so to have friends and now a boyfriend—we’re just proud.” James looked down at his food and hid his eyes. Doug picked up where Henry left up. “He’s this charming kid with this great sense of humor, but the bullying!” “The kids at school were horrible to him,” Henry added. “Especially once we came out.” “You were bullied?” I asked James. “Mercilessly,” he added. “I was the quiet kid in elementary school and the weird kid in middle school, so I was the target in high school.” “Gym class was the worst. The utter lack of decorum. We had to pull him out of it. That school would only let us if we signed him up for some sort of sport.” Henry was shaking his head in disapproval. “I wanted to put him in private school, but Doug didn’t want him to become a snob.” “We signed him up for weightlifting at the local gym,” Doug said. “Something he could do solo.” He grabbed his son’s shoulder and shook it. “And, boy howdy did he take to it.” “Can we please not play This is Your Life?” James asked. “I’m your father,” Doug said. “It’s my job to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend. It’s in the bylaws.” “What’s next? Photo albums full of naked baby pictures?” Doug scoffed at the question. “Of course not. I brought the slides.” James stood up. “I’m going to…” he clearly had no idea. “Go for a swim,” I suggested. “The sun’s been shining all morning. The lake’s probably warmed up.” “That sounds like an excellent idea, boyfriend Chris,” Doug said. “Let’s leave the mess for later and go on a family swim.” He and Henry got up and went into what had been James’s room. “Sorry,” I said. “They know I don’t like being the center of attention,” he replied. “At least it was done out of love.” “True.” “Why didn’t you tell me you prefer being called Jimmy?” “When I first met you, you could have called me Ass-Face and I would have accepted it as my name. But now I like it. I like that you call me something my parents don’t. That no one at school does.” “Good. ‘Cause I’d call you Jimmy if you wanted.” “You may call me His Excellency,” James corrected, straightening an invisible crown. “Let’s get changed for swimming, shall we?” Then it hit me. “I’m too big for my swim trunks.” 27 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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