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DID I miss something? Wasn't Max supposed to take the pills in the envelope at the stroke of 12?    Did we all get DISTRACTED there? ?!

 

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My hand found the watch on the bedside table. I opened one eye to look. The message flashed “12th stroke.” Then I remembered the small sealed envelope I had gotten from Josh, inscribed with my name “Max” on one side and “Open Thursday night just after the 12th stroke of midnight" on the other. It was in my coat pocket on a chair across the room. I looked at the watch face again. “11:58” turned to “11:59.”

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20 minutes ago, Mdlftr said:

DID I miss something? Wasn't Max supposed to take the pills in the envelope at the stroke of 12?    Did we all get DISTRACTED there? ?!

 

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My hand found the watch on the bedside table. I opened one eye to look. The message flashed “12th stroke.” Then I remembered the small sealed envelope I had gotten from Josh, inscribed with my name “Max” on one side and “Open Thursday night just after the 12th stroke of midnight" on the other. It was in my coat pocket on a chair across the room. I looked at the watch face again. “11:58” turned to “11:59.”

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Yeah saw that too...need to know what happens next 

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Ha! Somebody's reading the story for more than just spank sessions. Glad you're paying attention, fellas. Nobody missed anything (although I don't think there was ever a mention of pills -- just a message). You're right, the message in Max's coat pocket didn't get read on time; so, there may be some repercussions, but the message has not been forgotten. Look for more answers in Chapter 22. I'll get to it as soon as I can...

 

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The boys got carried away with the thrill of the moment again. The content of the note will have to wait till chapter 23.

The Wall, Chapter 22 "The Switch"

Pup disentangled himself from our embrace and pushed to the edge of the bed. His feet hit the floor, and he announced, “I gotta take a leak.” As he stood, I marveled at what Pup was becoming. He was now beautifully muscled, and his skin had taken on a sun kissed golden hue and the glow of his youth. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist that then in turn broadened to his ample, muscular butt. His ass itself was a work of art, also golden in hue and dusted with glistening dark blond hair that deepened in color and increased in thickness as it disappeared in his crack. A small patch of dark hair crested above the top of his crack forming a goodie trail to his ass that matched the one on his belly.

He took his first step from the bed, and muscles gracefully flexed and relaxed. His ambulation was as beautiful as the walk of a 16-point buck. One ass cheek flexed as the other relaxed, and a symphony of powerful muscles in his legs, calves and back responded as he strode. In the dim light of the room, I marveled at the perfection and beauty of his unmindful masculinity. 

I took a deep breath. I realized that up until now I had held it in silence, enjoying the splendor of what Pup was becoming.

“What?”queried Pup. 

“Nothing. Just looking.”

Unaware of his elevated appeal, Pup scrunched up his face and contorted his body, dragging his left foot in his best Quasimodo impersonation as he hobbled lamely into the bathroom.

As soon as he was out of my sight, I felt a void. Strangely and suddenly, I felt a physical need to be with him again, touching, caressing, making love. I actually felt a physical pain in his absence, an ache deep inside and a sense of dread and foreboding. 

I leapt from the bed and raced to the bathroom, siding up to his rump as his stream hit the toilet. The minute I touched him, the pain went away. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his neck, inhaling his sweet, masculine scent. It was a smell that was pleasantly familiar to me, the essence of spice, leather and the sweet smell of oats. It was ultimately masculine, strong and clean. He smelled like a man in the purest of form -- a combined essence of spice, sex and a fresh batch of cookies.

“What are you doing, Max?”

“I missed you, Pup. I felt terrible without you. Besides, I wanted to see if you needed any help with anything.” I wrapped my hand around his cock. His stream had slowed to a dribble, and his member expanded in my hand.

“Well, I’m almost done here. Maybe you could give it a shake. You know, get rid of the last few drops.”

I shook it, and it expanded a bit more. It continued to grow in my hand as my own cock rose and hardened between his legs and his ass. He shifted his feet a little wider apart to make room for my enlarging erection which eventually nestled hard against his perineum, nudging the back of his ball sack. 

“Hey, Big Dog… Do you think my dick is getting any bigger?” I jacked it gently until it was fully erect. “It just feels heavier, and it seems thicker in my hand.”

I gave it a squeeze, and the head expanded and darkened. 

“Well, Pup, I don’t have any complaints. It’s certainly more than a handful, and it feels like it was made for my ass.” I jacked him gently and lightly humped the space between his legs. “Have you noticed anything else, Pup?”

“Well, I feel bigger all over, and the little gut I had developed seems to have melted away.” I stroked his burgeoning 6-pack. He flexed as he let out his breath. “I don’t think I’ve ever had abs like this before.”

“Nice, Pup... Anything else?”

“Well my muscles seem a little bigger everywhere. Nothing like yours, for sure. You’re a comic book hero wet dream of muscles. I just,... well, I just feel bigger and stronger.”

“What else?”

“Well, I’m horny like never before. My dick has been almost continually hard, and I’ve cum more times and more volume in the past 3 to 4 hours than I thought was humanly possible. Even now, I can feel another load starting to build in my balls, and , given the way this conversation is going, I suspect I’ll be blowing another load soon. It’s amazing. I’ve never felt this good or this strong or this horny before. Do you think I’m becoming like you?”

I rubbed my hands over his torso and arms, feeling the thickness of his pecs and his broad, round shoulders. I curled forward and kissed the nape of his neck as my hands slid down his lats and spread over the ample curve of his much enhanced butt. Then I reached around and weighed the heft of his balls. “These seem bigger.” Then I wrapped my hand around his hardon again. “Definitely growing here.” I stroked him with the lightest touch I could manage, and his body shuddered lightly. Goose bumps covered his skin, and his nipples visibly hardened. I rubbed my warm, dry palms over his torso, smoothing the skin as I went, but, when hands found his nipples, I couldn’t resist pinching and twisting them lightly. He opened his mouth and threw back his head. “Awww fu-u-u-c-k, Max…” 

“Flex your pecs for me, Pup. I want to feel them grow in my hands.”

He rolled his shoulders forward, and his pecs rose and hardened.

“Mmmmmm… these are definitely bigger.” I nibbled his neck and breathed warm air over his shoulder. I squeeze his pectorals with increasing force, and he flexed back harder in response. The muscle expanded, and precum dripped from his dick. He was definitely enjoying my attention and the experience of growth. Precum also flowed from my dick, lubricating the space between his upper thighs and his buttocks. 

“Flex your biceps for me.” 

He raised his right arm, made a fist and flexed as hard as he could. The muscle rose into a hot, mighty peak in my hand. It was big by all standards, and larger than what I remembered.

“Damn, Pup! Where did that come from? That thing is fucking huge!” From underneath, I curled my right hand around the front of his biceps as I slathered back of the peak with my tongue. Then I slicked my left hand with the pre from his slit and jacked Pup's dick as I worshipped his muscle. At the same time, I pumped my pre-cum-slicked dick between his butt and his thighs. I thrusted harder and harder. The head of my dick appeared under his balls with each thrust. We developed a rhythm of thrusting and jacking. In no time at all we were both on the brink. I didn’t back off. We needed to cum.

Slowly I maneuvered our pumping and frotting  in front of the mirror. The lights were still off and it was dark in the bathroom, but our silhouettes could be vaguely perceived.

I was thrusting and grunting and jacking his dick. I was licking the peak of his arm from behind. He turned his head to the right and added his tongue to his biceps. When both reached the inevitable peak of our climax, I commanded Pup to flex, “Double biceps!” As his left arm joined his right in full flex, I flipped up the light switch.  Pup saw his reflection and let out a series of grunts. I pulled back completely and rammed my dick in his ass. Then I re-grabbed his dick and jacked it with both of my hands. Again, we achieved the ultimate rhythm - thrusting and jacking and flexing and licking. It was too much to hold back. We both felt the inevitable pause, the ultimate peak that proceeds the first blast. Pup re-flexed his arms and let out a grunt. Then, as the first blast of cum raced up my urethra, Pup’s first blast shot out and splattered the mirror. As he came and he flexed, he continued to grow. The changes were subtle but impressive enough, like a really good pump from a really hard workout. Fuck, he was hot and he kept getting hotter. He flexed, and we shot for what seemed like an hour. Then we sank to the floor in a spent heap of exhaustion. 

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