Greg and jesse
From Metabods
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Part 1
“Hey Jesse,” Greg said, grinning as his best friend’s video chat window popped up on his screen.
“Hey dude! Long time no see,” Jesse smiled back. A little thrill ran through Gary’s insides as he blew up the chat window to full screen. The screen was now filled with Jesse’s beautiful face and most of his gorgeous shirtless torso, his lean, hard teen muscles lightly glistening from the day’s dissipating heat.
Jesse had this thing about shirts – he never wore a shirt unless he was forced to. In the three years since he’d first been helplessly drawn to Jesse in the middle school schoolyard before opening bell after moving to Phoenix, Greg must have watched Jesse pull off a tee shirt literally hundreds of times. Usually Jesse said he just liked the feeling of his long straight blond hair brushing his bare shoulders.
It was evening, just after supper. Both their rooms were dark – Greg, relaxed in a worn green tee shirt and jeans, was lit only by the pale light of the monitor; Jesse was lit by the stark light of an off-camera desk-lamp, with a shadowy unlit world behind him.
“Long time, right,” Greg smiled. “Not since seventh period.” And, he thought ruefully, his dick hadn’t gone down since. It was still hot and hard in his jeans. With some effort Greg kept his hand away – he didn’t like to literally jack off to his straight friend’s hot body, however cool Jesse was with Greg’s “appreciation.” At least not until after he logged off.
“Seventh doesn’t count,” Jesse said. “You were asleep.”
“Dreaming of you,” Greg said truthfully.
“Fag,” Jesse grinned.
“Tease,” Greg shot back. Jesse laughed and playfully massaged his own tight pecs. Greg’s thick boner thrashed in his jeans, as much from the moving around of Jesse’s bulging biceps as from the hot, firm pecs being played with.
“You cream your pants yet?” Jesse asked saucily.
“Heh, pretty soon if you keep that up,” Greg said, as if he were joking, but they both knew he wasn’t. Gary’s cock was painfully hard and fighting the tight confines of his jeans. Surreptitiously, so that Jesse wouldn’t see the movement, Gary eased open the button on his jeans at the waistband and gently slid down the zipper of his fly, trying to move only his forearm. He’d been doing this a lot lately – he had lots of practice, he realized with some chagrin, unzipping in front of Jesse on cam without him realizing it (he hoped). Meanwhile Jesse dropped his hand from his pecs, grinning a crooked grin.
“So you’re not gonna believe this,” Greg went on, feeling great relief as he always did now that his big boner was free. He reach across his desk and held up a huge fat joint for the camera.
Jesse’s eyes bugged. “No way! You finally did it!”
“My brother was so stoned today he’ll never miss it,” Greg said.
“Awe—“ began Jesse.
“—some!” Greg finished, pumping his fists like he always did when they did their little cheer. Jesse did the same, grinning.
“He’ll probably think he smoked it himself.”
“Totally. Should I do it now?”
“Oh yeah! I want to watch you get stoned, dude.”
“You’re easily entertained,” Greg said, and Jesse laughed. Greg next exhibited his brother’s lighter, causing Jesse to start chanting, “Do it! Do it!”
“I knew it! Drug use is caused by peer pressure!” Greg said, bringing the joint up to his lips and flicking the lighter. The joint’s tip blazed and Greg puffed a couple times to make sure it was lit. He released the lighter and set it back down, taking a long drag and holding it in.
“Careful! You don’t know how you’ll react,” Jesse said, watching him intently. “It doesn’t always even have an effect the first time.”
Greg was feeling something already, though. Was it the power of suggestion? He held on as long as he could and then released the smoke, coughing only a couple times as he watched the blue gray smoke vanish into the shadows around him.
He was definitely feeling something.
“Dude?” Jesse said, leaning forward toward his cam. Greg noticed this movement had the effect of making Jesse’s pecs look like big sacks of muscle, more than usual, the harsh light from Jesse’s desk lamp cutting across them like the line between night and day, his incredibly tight abs now in shadow. “Dude!” Jesse called, as if half amused and half alarmed.
“I feel it,” Greg said, still staring at Jesse’s pecs. They were gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Luscious, thick and big enough to seem to be wanting to push out of Jesse’s skin, as if his chest was overstuffed with more muscle than was supposed to be there. Greg’s cock bulged, feeling huge as it jumped up and down through the open fly.
“What do you feel?” Jesse said, fascinated. His voice was deep and mesmerizing.
Greg grinned hugely as he realized he was more turned on than he’d ever been. “I’ll tell you how I feel,” he said. “I feel – I feel fucking horny!”
Jesse laughed. “So, no effect then.”
Greg shook his head slowly and deliberately. “No dude, I am, like, mega-horny.” Man! His dick felt impossibly hard and hot. It felt like it was swelling, like he was boning up, only he was already boned.
“Take another hit, dude,” Jesse advised, and Greg immediately complied, taking a huge deep drag, as if he’d been smoking for years. He held it in for ages, then blew out the smoke.
“Awesome,” said Jesse’s heart-poundingly gorgeous visage, his rich voice filling Greg’s chest. God damn, Jesse was even more good looking than he’d realized, Greg thought. Those bright, powerful eyes were looking into him so intensely, Greg felt them penetrating him like sunlight through clear water, it was almost, Greg felt, like Jesse must be able to read minds.
“Yeah, I wish,” Jesse said with a wicked grin, as if Greg had said it aloud. Greg smiled secretly to himself, thinking in a corner of his mind that it was incredibly cool Jesse didn’t even realize what had just happened and that Greg had; but at the same time Greg was more entranced by Jesse’s awesome pecs, which seemed big, bigger, thick, thicker, heavy, as if by some trick of the light they were something like the size of honeydew melons now.
“Dude,” Jesse breathed, still staring intently at him, “I didn’t even realize how into me you are.” Jesse brought his hand back up, unconsciously caressing those melon-sized pecs. Greg could tell Jesse was flattered, but there was something more, that it felt good for Jesse to have Greg want him.
“Part of it is the weed,” Greg said. “Heh, yeah, part of it.” He wouldn’t be able to keep his hand away from his thick pounding cock much longer. It still felt like it was swelling, getting bigger, harder. Greg wanted to look at it but couldn’t take his eyes away from Jesse’s awesome bod.
“It’s, um, really flattering,” Jesse breathed. “Actually, it’s – it’s kind of a turn-on.”
“I think you’re getting stoned too,” Greg said, half seriously. “Maybe it’s leaking from my brain into yours.” Man, Jesse’s shoulders were so hot – his traps and delts were thick and perfect and incredibly erotic. Those shoulders looked big enough for more than two arms.
“Aw dude,” Jesse said, sounding fascinated, “is that how you see me? With more arms?”
Greg was too distracted to lie. But he couldn’t say it. He nodded. He’d imagined it a hundred times before, every time Jesse’s shirt came off Greg imagined the arms would be there, and now – now – he was stoned enough he could almost see them.
“Dude, take another hit,” Jesse said urgently. Greg complied without a second thought, taking so big a drag that most of the rest of the joint was consumed and holding it in longer than he thought possible. Finally he let out a long stream of smoke – and then grinned maniacally, thrilled that he could now see Jesse’s extra musclehunk arms. The arms he had when he was shirtless, that were there in the moment he freed his torso from the social constriction of clothes. He wished he’d gotten stoned years ago if it let him see this.
“Aw dude!!” Jesse said, holding his extra-fingered hands in front of him as if he could see them too. Maybe that mind-link Jesse was having, or that Greg was thinking Jesse was having, was doing something more, letting him see what Greg was seeing with his pot-enhanced fantasy-vision. That would explain it. Greg was feeling slightly dizzy. Everything else around him was fuzzy, indistinct, but Jesse’s image on the screen was unnaturally sharp and clear.
Gregg suddenly knew that Jesse had always wanted this. Maybe not the extra arms – only because he hadn’t thought of them – but a secret body that was hidden when he wore clothes, that popped out when he shucked his shirt. Greg knew Jesse was deeply aroused by melon pecs popping out when he pulled off his shirt – and the four arms were an awesome bonus. Jesse was hugely boned – Greg could feel it, feel the heat from it through the monitor, through their connection.
“Take off your pants,” Greg breathed.
Jesse’s eyes opened wide. He swallowed. “Dude, would you – would you take another hit first? Please?”
Part 2
Greg giggled and quickly took a long last hit off the joint, pretty much using it up. As he stared at Jesse he realized that his buddy hadn’t even noticed his eight-pack abs, shadowed though they were by his melon pecs. Actually they looked kind of like ten-packs.
Now Jesse eagerly reached out of camera range and started shucking his jeans. Greg tried to sense what Jesse really wanted. He could feel Jesse’s heart pounding. He knew Jesse was expecting his cock to be bigger – a lot bigger – but he could sense Jesse wanted ... more. The thrill of having a different body when he shucked his pants and the amazing, intense feeling of two bulging, muscular arms on each side resting against each other made him open to more than just a bigger cock.
Greg smiled. More than fine with him.
Jesse was staring down with an awestruck look on his face, like a kid at Christmas who just opened a gift more amazing then he’d ever dreamed. “Dude, what am I going to do with all these legs?” Jesse burst out ecstatically.
“Let me see!” Greg said, leaning forward as he felt his heart pounding hard in his chest. But instead of tipping the webcam down to show his new bottom half, Jesse somehow literally “let him see” – Greg’s vision swam for a second, like his sight was pushing through a tangible barrier, and then he was seeing what Jesse saw as he looked down: three beautiful muscle-hunk legs, and – fuck, underneath them, another set of three legs!
“Dude, your legs are so fucking hot,” Greg said.
“Fuck my legs,” Jesse said. “Look at those cocks!”
In the thrill of seeing all those bulging legs Greg hadn’t even focused on all the boners bursting out between Jesse’s legs – two on the left and two on the right, and the same number thrusting up from the back legs!
“God, Jess, they’re huge!”
“I know!!” Jesse cried out. “Dude these things are so big and thick and heavy—I can’t even see my abs!”
Greg realized he could feel what Jesse was feeling, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He could feel Jesse’s hard cocks as they jumped restlessly, his front cocks slapping against his abs and his back cocks thrusting between Jesse’s muscular front legs. The thick muscles of his six arms—six arms!! fuck yeah!—felt amazing pressed together as he leaned back. He could feel Jesse’s ecstatic love of his new body and the thrill as he realized he was almost fucking himself with his back cocks between his front legs. He felt Jesse squeeze his front thighs against his hard, thick back boners and they moaned simultaneously. Greg almost lost track of his own body – he felt it recede to the back of his perception.
“Duuude,” Greg and Jesse breathed together. Greg and Jesse reached with a left arm and a right arm toward his growing boners – then they realized together that there was more they could do, and while Jesse started stroking off two of his front cocks with his front-most hands, Greg slowly asserted control over the middle arms, using them to stroke the other two impossibly hard front cocks. Greg delighted almost as much in feeling his biceps and triceps brush against the flexing muscles of their other arms as he did wrapping many-fingered hands around Jesse’s enormous cocks and gently starting to stroke.
They stroked the four cocks in perfect rhythm, while his rear cocks thrust hard between his precum-slick jockboy legs. Before they realized it Jesse and Greg were suddenly seconds from cumming. Without thinking Jesse leaned forward and took one of his cocks into his mouth and swallowed a load while he pounded out cum onto himself and over his shoulder and down his throat for at least two minutes.
Jesse and Greg leaned back in Jesse’s chair, their eyes closed, basking in the moment. “Damn that cum tasted good,” Greg sighed.
“Yeah,” Jesse breathed in his ear. His breath was warm and he felt a thrill run through his body – or was it Jesse’s body? He could still feel all the arms and legs and cocks, but—something was different—
Greg frowned and opened his eyes. Jesse’s head was right next to his, and Jesse was staring at him with a huge grin.
“Welcome to my body, dude,” Jesse said, and Greg knew Jesse meant it—he was thrilled to share this experience with his best friend. They kissed, tentatively at first, then passionately, while Greg used “his” arms—the middle arms—to grope their overmuscled tight teen body all over.
They broke the kiss, and together they glanced at the screen, Jesse happily leaning his head against Greg’s. Greg was surprised to see he was still there in his room, slowly stroking an 18-inch surfboard-shaped boner. The other Greg looked glassy-eyed—most, but not all, of Greg’s consciousness was here with Jesse, immensely enjoying the feel of Jesse’s amazing body and the way Jesse’s head was resting against his. Greg realized he could distantly feel the sensations of his other body, and it was so immersed in hormones and so stoned/horny that sensing his other body’s mind boiled a new wave of arousal through their body, their heavy cocks springing again in a few quick jerks and jumps to full attention.
Greg laughed and immediately leaned forward to take one of the monster cocks into his mouth, reveling in the luscious taste and feel of a cock they could both sense—Jesse moaned deeply, feeling Greg’s tongue around their massive cock even as he guided another cock into his mouth. Now it was Greg’s turn to moan—he was giving head to an amazingly awesome cock—two cocks, because he could feel Jesse giving head too!—while at the same time getting not one but two fuse-blowing blow jobs. They didn’t even tough their other precum-leaking cocks.
They escalated their blowjobs, taking more and more of their own cocks—Jesse’s lanky body was amazingly flexible, and before long they were swallowing their monster cocks almost to the hilts, feeling their other warm telephone pole boners against their cheeks, drooling precum in their hair.
Suddenly their big balls surged and all eight of their cocks swelled up and exploded, covering their bent-over torso with hot white jizz front and back while they deliriously swallowed a huge amount of cum. Their cocks stayed hard for a while and they stayed bent over, immensely enjoying keeping the two cocks they were swallowing inside their mouths and throats as if they belonged there, while gently rubbing their other, cum-covered dicks—then suddenly they realized they were getting close again! They started stroking and throat-fucking their cocks even harder. One of their extra-wide front cocks fit perfectly in the narrow space between their necks, and the shared feeling of pushing that cum-thick monster through the narrow crevasse between their muscular necks is what drove them over the edge this time, cumming just as impressively as they had before!
As the intoxicating, mind-blowing sensation of cumming from eight cocks slowly subsided they glanced again at Greg’s other body on screen. He was still mindlessly stroking his 20-incher and staring at the new Jesse/Greg, but his tee-shirt was soaked in huge quantities of cum and his face was slick with it.
“Your other bod is, like, permanently horny,” Jesse said with a grin.
“And permanently stoned!”
“Haha, totally,” Jesse laughed. “Dude – oh my fucking god, he’s still changing us!”
They stared down at their torso, which now had two stacked rows of pecs, each supporting six arms! And the pecs were huge, actual spheres of rock-hard muscle. Greg and Jesse started getting aroused again groping their four incredible pecs with more ten-fingered hands than they could count. Their pecs were now in the way, so they couldn’t see their groins from this angle, but it felt like more and bigger cocks were lurching rapidly back to unshakable erection.
“Awe...” “...some!” they cheered, pumping twelve (!) fists in the air and feeling their cocks surge and jump and unexpectedly blast yet another quart of cum all over their growing body and everything else.
“Dude, we should shower,” Greg said.
“Totally.” With some difficulty they got to their feet, there were still only six, somewhat to their surprise—then making chance eye contact with the other Greg their balance abruptly shifted as they readjusted to having nine legs.
“Fuck yeah.” Jesse moaned.
“Fuck yeah!!” Greg echoed.
They took their time walking across the room, enjoying the feel of thigh muscles brushing each other, half-hardons bouncing in front of them – when suddenly they realized they were looking at the doorjamb, right in their eyes.
“Shit, how fucking tall are we?” Jesse shouted. They were thrilled to have to duck their long, extra-lanky body under the doorframe. They padded elatedly down the hall to the bathroom, ducking under a low-hanging hallway light fixture that Jesse had barely even noticed before.
Of course the shower barely fit them—with 9 feet it felt like there was a convention standing in the tub—but this lanky, flexible body was easy to clean, especially with 12 long arms. They luxuriated in the steam a while and then reluctantly turned off the water, pulling a couple of towels off the bar to dry off a body with all sorts of unexpected nooks and crannies.
They were just about finished—Jesse was toweling dry his longer, thicker, shoulder-blade-length hair—when they heard something that made their heart start pounding all over again: Jesse’s younger brother slamming the front door and yelling out, “Jesse!!”
