The dudes
From Metabods
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Part 1
Jake wandered out the front doors of his new high school, Millard Fillmore High, and found himself smack in the middle of the Dudes. At least, that's what Jake called them, because every single sentence he'd heard them utter so far was prefaced by the word "Dude." It was as predictable as pop quizzes and the football team's unbreakable losing streak.
Jake rolled his eyes, wishing he'd left by the side entrance. He had three classes with this same knot of four interchangeable sophomore jocks, and they were all idiots who said dumb things, and congregated after school to swap rumors no one else gave the slightest credence to. These guys, they believed every goddamned thing you told them. That was the only plus about them — watching their eyes get big when you laid a whopper on them.
"Dude, I'm telling you, Stu Keller is totally gay," Surfer was saying. He was the long-haired skinny blond who looked the most like a surfer. Jake had never bothered to learn their names.
The others were all nodding. Jake was amazed — Stu Keller? Stu was the butchest guy in the school. Even after only six weeks here, Jake knew that. How did a rumor like that start? Just because Stu didn't beat up all the gay guys that lusted after him and couldn't help staring at his gymrat gymnast bod. For which Jake was privately very grateful.
Jake decided to turn the misfortune of running into the Dudes into some mild entertainment for himself. "Dude, you're not kidding," Jake said, mimicking their empty-headed tone. "I heard the school paper guy caught him fucking — " Jake cast around for a name — "Armand the exchange student! They got pictures and everything!"
Skater, the long-haired brunette who looked only a little less like a surfer than Surfer, was awestruck. "Dude, no way! They got pics?"
"Absolutely! But they couldn't print them."
"Dude, why not?" Skater asked.
Jake grinned, mentally expanding his story. So to speak. "Because he was nude. And he had a hard-on." It works even better if you lead up to it, Jake thought with a private smirk.
"Dude, he was fucking boned in the pics?" Surfer exclaimed.
"You can totally see his boner in the pics," Jake said. "And — he's fucking huge!" The Dudes crowded in closer, fascinated.
"Dude, how big?" whispered Jockboy, the soccer jock with the buzz cut. Jockboy was Jake's teammate on the soccer team, so he was the only one he saw separate from the group. Jake, trying to avoid being caught looking at the other guys' cocks in the shower, had noticed Jockboy furtively scoping them himself. Jockboy liked cock at least as much as Jake did. He wanted to hear that Stu's cock was big, enormous.
Jake glanced rapidly from one pair of shining eyes to another. God, they really were perfectly gullible. He could tell looking at them. He knew clearly, in that moment, that they would actually believe any thing he told them, totally and without question.
Could anyone really be this wide-eyed and utterly credulous? Jake had to find out. He leaned in still closer, and the others followed suit, their faces now inches apart.
"Eighteen fucking inches," Jake whispered.
The Dudes gasped and recoiled as one, as if the monster python in question had suddenly appeared in their midst and thrust itself at them. Their faces were such a study in amazement, Jake could barely keep himself from laughing out loud.
"Dude, whoooaa!!" breathed Jockboy.
Thrilled at being believed, Jake pushed further. "And as wide as your fucking palm!"
"Dude, poor Armand!" giggled the sinewy redheaded second-string quarterback (Jake thought of him as QB2). It was funny to imagine — Armand was cute but small, and his ass — which Jake had actually spent some time looking at — looked like it would be really tight.
"Yeah, I heard Stu could only get the head in before Armand started screaming," Jake said laughing. The others laughed appreciatively, QB2 rubbing his ass as he imagined Armand's pain.
Jake shook his head, amazed at his classmates' awe-inspiring credulity. "Well, I gotta go," he said, slapping the Dudes on the shoulders and trotting down the steps, still shaking his head.
"Dude, what's the rush?" asked Surfer. Jake paused and turned. Surfer was grinning at him, brushing his loose blond hair out of his face, staring at Jake intently. What was wrong with him? It's like these idiots believed that Jake was their friend or something.
He decided to throw them a bone, so to speak. He walked back up the steps to where they were. "Stu's waiting for me," he said confidentially. "He's been teaching me autofellatio."
He watched in amused awe as the Dudes drank this in, impressed. "Dude, wait," objected Jockboy. "Isn't it cheating if he does it?" QB2 burst into laughter, imagining the scene.
Jake realized he hadn't thought that far, and smiled. "I dunno," Jake said. "Depends on how much you want him to take." Jake felt a thrill as their eyes got even bigger, imagining Stu swallowing all of his own enormous cock.
“Dude, he never even looks at anyone,” Jockboy said.
“Except poor Armand!” snickered QB2.
“Yeah,” laughed Jockboy. “He must really think you’re hot!” The soccer boy was eying Jake wistfully. He’d long suspected that Jockboy had been looking at Jake, too, in the locker room, and more than anyone else.
"Dude, I bet he's a great teacher," Surfer said.
"Totally," Jake said, leaning in again. "When we started I could only suck half my cock." He winked at Jockboy, knowing this would cause them to guess that Jake had a pretty damn big cock if he could suck half of it without even trying. And sure enough the Dudes stared at him, open-mouthed, as he turned and walked nonchalantly toward his old red pickup, which was parked right there in the front lot. In fact, they were still there, dumbstruck and staring in wonder at him as he pulled out of the lot and onto the street for home.
On the drive to his father's house, Jake started to get aroused as he thought about the fantasy of sucking his own generous cock, something he'd never been able to do. ... At least, not well ... Not at all, or not well? His heart was beating hard, he realized. Something was out of place. His dick was now really hard in his jeans, rubbing against the denim (when had he stopped wearing underwear?), and he felt flushed as he slowed to a stop for a red light, imagining unzipping and going down on himself right there in the truck, blowing his load in his mouth before it turned green. This was a long light ...
His mind wandered and he started panting as he fantasized about enthusiastically sucking himself in his room every night, a fantasy so vivid it seemed like a memory. Suddenly horns were blaring behind him, jolting him out of his bone-hard reverie, and he jerked his truck into motion.
Then he was home, somehow. Jake wasn't sure how he made it home in one piece, because he totally wasn't paying attention to his driving. His hard cock and things that needed to be done to it had his full attention.
As he pulled up the driveway, he noted with mild surprise that there was someone lounging against the front door. Someone big.
Jake shut down the truck and, taking a moment to adjust himself so he could stand, climbed out of the truck and jogged up the walkway toward the front door.
"Hey, Jake," said the figure languidly. It was Stu Keller.
"Hey," Jake replied faintly. Stu was gorgeous as ever — tall, sandy hair, green eyes, and built like a gym rat, his loose hockey jersey still betraying his bulging shoulders and melon pecs. Best of all, his wrist-thick softie was plainly obvious in his loose basketball shorts, and so huge that as he stopped leaning against the wall and became fully upright, the wide tip briefly appeared under the hem of his shorts.
It was huge, impossibly long. But what was really amazing was how thick it was. Jake had imagined a huge cocks before, but he'd always figured it would be kind of like his own cock, which was not all that wide and didn’t look all that huge even when it stiffened to its full twelve inches. But Stu's cock, soft, was so thick and heavy that Jake's was overwhelmed with an urgent need to have that monster filling his mouth, growing bigger and harder as Jake's tongue aroused him, until its head alone became almost too big for him to take. Almost.
"I see you're ready for your lesson," Stu remarked, glancing in bemusement at Jake's own rock-hard boner, clearly outlined in his jeans. Jake just nodded. Stu cocked his head toward the door behind him, reminding Jake that he was standing outside his own house like an idiot. He fumbled with the keys and managed to unlock the door. Stu followed him in and closed the door behind them.
Jake's mind felt clouded. As they headed for his room, feeling the warmth of Stu's hot body as his tutor followed inches behind him, he tried to grasp for reality as is if it were a wet bar of soap. Stu seemed easygoing. Maybe he should just ask. "So Stu, how long have we been doing this?" he stammered, failing spectacularly at a casual tone. The bleary sense that it had been a month floated to the top of his consciousness. "A month?"
They were climbing the back stairs now toward the second floor, where Jake's room was. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, you've been starting at my dick since you got here."
"Everyone stares at that that thing," Jake said. They were now in Jake's room. Jake closed the door and returned his gaze to Stu's amazing body.
"Everyone would stare at me even if I had a regular dick," Stu said, spreading his arms to exhibit his perfectly sculpted bod, but, Jake realized, without conceit. Stu was already a little aroused: a few inches of palmwide, semi-soft cock now showed below the hem of his shorts. Jake's jeans were around his ankles — when had that happened?
"That's true, they did," Jake said, hazily remembering, then paused, confused, the "memory" gone. Why would he imagine Stu without his monster sausage? "They would, I mean."
Stu grinned brilliantly at him, idly caressing his own honeydew-sized pecs. "You okay?"
Jake nodded, staring at the slowly swelling organ. Why wasn't it in a mouth yet? "But you don't do this with anyone else," he said, feeling sure about this. He knelt and slowly pulled down Stu's shorts. "Everyone looks, but only I get to — see," he said.
"Well, I gotta be really turned on to get this thing all the way hard," Stu said, placing his hands under Jake's arms and gently raising him up to his feet, their faces inches apart.
"And?" Jake said, feeling Stu's hardening monster slowly rising up between Jake's soccer-sculpted legs.
Stu leaned in for a deep kiss. After some time passed in this manner, Stu moved his bristly cheek along Jake's and whispered in his ear. "You turn me on," he breathed.
Their arms were around each other, Jake's big warm hands revelling in Stu's broad back and tiny waist and the monster slab of cock that was gently, rhythmically fucking Jake's thick soccer-boy legs, Stu's thickly muscled arms warm against Jake's fit torso as they made out passionately, Jake's drooling ten-inch cock thrusting against Stu's heaving, sweaty, tight-muscled abs. With one hand Jake reached down and cupped Stu's heavy, softball-sized balls, eliciting a smooth moan from the overhung hunk.
It didn't take long to drive Jake close to the edge. "I'm close," he breathed. Stu stopped immediately, pulling his lips away from Jake's and withdrawing his 18-inch cock from between Jake's legs.
"Remember our deal," Stu said with a grin.
"What was our deal again?" Jake murmured distractedly, trying to resume the kiss.
"You know our deal," Stu admonished, guiding him toward the bed and sitting him down on the edge. Jake's cock frantically throbbed as it pointed straight up — toward the mouth it somehow knew it wanted — Jake's own mouth. Jake licked his lips, staring at it.
"While you're here," Jake said slowly, suddenly struck with how beautiful his cock was, "he only blows inside me."
Without waiting for confirmation, Jake bent down and wrapped his warm lips around his own shuddering hard-on, breathing through his nose without thinking. It felt fucking amazing.
"Remember what we talked about," he heard Stu saying faintly. "Your abs can work with you or against you..."
Stu continued, reminding Jake of their training, the exercises they'd done, his voice subsiding into a subconscious, almost hypnotic background noise, and Jake realized he was taking more and more of his own big cock into his feverishly hot mouth, his impossibly hard cock eagerly pushing forward, Jake sensing nothing of his body but his mouth and his cock, and pleasure, ecstatic pleasure.
Suddenly he thrust deep into his mouth and he could feel his thin pubes against his lips, and his big cock had pushed itself into his throat! He only had to suck a little and suddenly he was cumming hard, and he had to pull his cockhead from his throat into his mouth to keep from choking, frantically swallowing as he came in powerful, hot torrents. He came and came and came and then it was over, and his cock was still hard in his cum-filled mouth.
As he pulled his mouth off his quivering cock he found that Stu was on his knees in front of him, his face close to Jake's. "Let me taste," he said, moving in for a long, deep kiss.
As their lips pulled apart, Stu was grinning. "Well, you finally took it all," he said. "And that means you get the reward I promised." Stu's drooling, arm-sized monster boner was suddenly between them, and Stu grabbed the shaft with one hand and drew it forward, drawing a bead of precum along Jake's upper lip.
"C'mon," Stu said softly. "I'm gonna need some help with this."
Part 2
Jake went to bed early that night, much to the surprise of his dad and younger brother Kevin — Jake always stayed up watching TV and talking about soccer or motorcycles or whatever he was fantasizing about that week. But Jake's mind was full of a fantasy fulfilled — his accomplishment during the afternoon's lesson, not to mention the prize that came afterward. He shed his clothes and parked himself on the edge of the bed, and proceeded deliriously to suck himself off three times in a row, marveling how easy it was now to take his whole cock, and how awesome it felt to blow his wad in his own mouth. As he lovingly sucked himself he thought about Stu, how hot he was, how amazing his body and cock were, and most of all how Stu was actually turned on by him, Jake. He finally collapsed back on his bed, his footlong dick lying on his belly still half-hard, his mouth still yearning for cock.
He selfed himself twice more before school, showering and dressing only reluctantly. At breakfast his dad was hidden behind the paper as usual, but Kevin seemed distracted. He kept glancing at Jake, and when Jake got up from the table he thought he caught Kevin glancing at his package. Jake frowned at him and Kevin, startled, returned his attention to his cereal. That kid has been acting strange ever since we moved here, Jake thought. It's almost like —
Jake stopped, still frowning at his brother. Suddenly a conversation sprang to mind, one that had taken place five weeks ago, right after his first soccer practice. He'd noticed Jockboy checking out guys in the showers and decided to tease him a little. As Jockboy got dressed in the locker room, Jake sat next to him to pull on his shoes.
"So, who do you think is biggest?" he said, quiet enough that only Jockboy could hear.
"Dude, I dunno what you're talking about," Jockboy whispered, alarmed.
"My vote would be Zack Weiss," Jake continued quietly. "Long, but not very thick."
Jockboy froze, staring down at him in distress. He'd stopped in the process of starting to put on his tee shirt, his forearms inside the shirt, beads of sweat glistening on his tight pecs. Jake realized Jockboy was afraid Jake was angry that Jockboy had been looking at Jake's cock in the shower.
Suddenly Jake regretted the idea of teasing a fellow cockwatcher like this. He decided to put him at his ease.
"Relax," Jake said with a smile. "I'm okay with it. Heck, I totally know where you're coming from."
Jockboy stared at him, unsure what he meant. Jake opened his mouth to explain, then stopped.
Jake had been about to confess that he was obsessed with cock himself, but suddenly he shied away from coming out to a guy he only knew a little, a week into a new life at a new school. But he had to say something, so he hurriedly made something up. "I — my — my brother does it all the time."
"Does what, dude?" Jockboy whispered, sinking down to sit next to him on the bench, his arms still stalled in the process of pulling on the tee shirt.
"Look at cock," Jake breathed, glancing around. "All the time. I think he even checks out my junk. Course, he's only 14. He must be constantly horny."
"Dude, and we aren't?" whispered Jockboy, smiling for the first time. He finally shrugged into his shirt.
"Good point," Jake said, smiling back at him. "But I bet Kevin's as horny as the two of us put together."
Now Jake was looking at Kevin eating breakfast, very obviously not looking at Jake.
"Oh my God," Jake said abruptly, feeling the blood drain from his face. Kevin now looked up at him, clearly wondering what was wrong with Jake all of a sudden.
Jake remembered that conversation perfectly. He remembered making up the name Kevin.
He remembered making up having a brother at all!
Jake dropped down into his chair, staring open-mouthed at Kevin, who had clearly decided his brother was nuts. "Kevin — " Jake began, but he couldn't frame a question that made sense. What could he ask? Whether he remembered existing 6 weeks ago? Whether he really was twice as horny as Jake was?
"What?!" Kevin demanded.
Jake looked at Kevin as if for the first time. He looked like Jake, only two years younger, and a lot cuter. (Jake knew that he himself was pretty fucking cute, but Kevin, he now realized, was startlingly cute.)
"Jake, what the fuck?" Kevin said, dropping his spoon and standing up. His body was like Jake's too, but wirier, though muscular for his age. It was as if someone had imagined what Jake's kid brother would look like, only sexier.
"Language," came a disinterested voice from behind the paper.
Jake shook his head. How could this happen?
The same way Stu ended up with an 18-inch cock, a voice in his head said. The same way you ended up with autofellatio lessons.
Jake was flabbergasted, but he knew with certainty the voice was right. Stu had been a beautiful hunk before, but the knee-length salami was new. And him being able to suck himself at all was new. New as of yesterday afternoon.
Jake couldn't think clearly. He wanted to shut down. Hastily he bolted from the table, gabbed his pack and ran out the door.
Part 3
He was in a fuzzy daze the whole morning, not totally conscious of where he was or what he was doing. He stared blankly at the pop quiz in history class, trying to force his brain to engage, to no avail. He sat down at lunch with a tray that was completely empty except for three small bowls of green Jell-O.
Suddenly the Dudes were upon him, piling into the other seats around the small lunchroom table, dropping trays full of terrible cafeteria food in front of them. Jockboy somehow managed to be sitting right next to Jake, his tight muscular leg pressed against Jake’s like there was no other choice. Jockboy — whose real name, Jake suddenly remembered, was Thom — had made a point of “innocent” contact before, but Jake wondered whether Thom had been energized by the sudden emergence of Amazing Stu as a rival into trying harder to be close to Jake. Jake also realized he didn’t mind. Jake smiled at Jockboy, and Jockboy grinned back, giddily flexing his thigh against Jake’s. Jake’s long cock stirred in his jeans, rubbing a little against the unprotected denim, and a flush of warmth blossomed in Jake’s torso.
Skater, QB2, and Surfer were all staring at him eagerly as they stuffed their faces. “So, dude?” hazarded Surfer, always the ringleader. “How was the lesson?” They all looked at him expectantly.
Jake was tempted to embroider but was a little awed to realize he didn’t have to. Besides, he needed to be very careful what he said to these guys. He knew at some level exactly what had been happening, but it was so bizarre that he had to test it with something so specific that there’s be no doubt.
“Fantastic,” he said, and the dudes exchanged excited glances. Jake leaned in so only they could hear. “I finally swallowed the whole thing!”
“Fuck, dude!” yelled Skater, his eyes bugged out, then quickly looked around to see if anyone heard his outburst. Jake felt Jockboy breathing raggedly to his right. Fuck, was he giving his soccer buddy an orgasm right here in the lunchroom? He decided not to glance over at him, but he flexed his thigh against Thom’s, and Thom did it back.
“So how come you’re not eating?” Surfer said, nodding at Jake’s nearly empty tray. Jake noticed that everyone but Skater had already polished off nearly all their chicken fingers and fries. “Getting all your protein at home? Or here in the bathroom stalls?” he added with a wicked grin, and QB2 laughed out loud.
“Naw,” Jake said casually, his mind racing. All four had their eyes fixed on him, eager, expectant. He felt like they lived off his stories as much as the chicken fingers. But he needed something specific. His eyes fell to the green Jell-O.
Something specific.
“I was going to try something,” he said. “See, my buddy on the school paper went digging into what happens into the cafeteria, and it turns out they put all kinds of stuff in the food here to experiment on us!”
“Like what?” asked QB2 breathlessly. Jake wondered if the football dude was already thinking steroids, muscle builders, stuff like that.
“Well, I know for a fact — ” Jake leaned in again, and the four dudes did too — “that they just started putting something in the Jell-O that changes your eye color.”
“For how long?” Surfer said immediately.
“Um, a week,” Jake said. “It wears off after that.”
“How much do you have to take?” Skater broke in. Jake was impressed — they like being specific even more than I’d planned.
“Oh, you gotta eat at least — ” Jake quickly counted up the Jell-Os at the table: his three plus the others all had one each, no, Surfer had two — “eight of them, they don’t want it to happen to everyone! I was going to do it, but I chickened out and put most of mine back. Green eyes are so sexy, but I don’t know if I want them for myself.”
“I do!” Thom blurted out, just as Jake knew he would.
Everyone shifted their rapt gaze to Thom, who flushed, unused to being the center of attention. Jake realized Thom had barely touched his food.
Silently, the whole table passed their Jell-O to Thom, who seemed flustered under the Dudes’ unbending, excited stare. Under the table, Jake wasn’t sure why, but he felt moved to put a calming hand on Thom’s strong thigh. Thom glanced quickly at Jake, then, staring at the eight Jell-Os for a moment suddenly grabbed each of them and tossed the green cubes into his mouth, slamming the little bowls back down on the table as if he were doing a row of shots. In seconds all the Jell-O was gone.
Thom turned and looked deep into Jake’s eyes, and Jake gazed back, looking so deeply into those sharp, gorgeous eyes that he didn’t even realize at first how much more gorgeous they were now that they were bright emerald green.
“It worked!” said Surfer, who’d gotten up and come around to look over Jake’s shoulder. The others got up to see as well.
“Wow,” QB2 said softly. “Green eyes really are sexy.” Jake realized later that this was almost certainly the first gay thought that that superstraight boy had ever had.
“Yeah,” breathed Jake. He barely noticed that he was wishing the other three weren’t there, that he was alone with Thom.
But no such luck. QB2 was asking urgently, “Dude, what else is in the food?”
Jake grinned, and Thom smiled too, as if he got it that his friends were ignoring something cool and kinda intimate that had just happened between Jake and Thom. Jake reluctantly broke his gaze with Thom, realizing as he did so that he was completely boned in his jeans, and favored QB2 with a droll look.
“What, dude?” said QB2, confused. Jake looked at him, defeated. He looked like a perplexed puppy. Fine: another bone. But not a total freebie.
“Well,” he said, arranging the wording in his head that he wanted, “the lunch ladies know who the football jocks are, you know. So you got the ‘special’ chicken fingers.”
“What do they do? What do they do?” QB2 demanded eagerly.
Jake tried not to laugh. “They put a really powerful dose of something that doubles the effect of your workouts,” he said. “For a whole week. It’s geared especially toward the upper body, but your legs and ass will tighten up too.”
QB2’s eyes were as big as saucers. Suddenly he jumped up out of his seat. “Dudes, I gotta go,” he said, and bolted — for the gym, no doubt.
“Dude, we totally won’t see him for a week,” grinned Surfer.
“So,” said Thom, and Jake turned toward him. Thom’s face was bright and happy, his green eyes gleaming. Jake’s big cock flexed in his lap. “Nothing for the soccer team?”
“The soccer team,” Jake said, “doesn’t need as much help.” Thom laughed, and then their lips met, without Jake even realizing that he’d leaned forward, and Jake forgot all about credulous magic for a while.
Part 4
Millard Fillmore High had possibly the most raucous, penetrating class bells of any American high school. And when the bell suddenly rang announcing the end of lunch period, Jake started, jarred violently from his drifting thoughts as if emerging from a dream. He realized he was staring into Thom's mesmerizing green eyes, eyes that were gleaming with joy, saturated with an obvious, burgeoning love for Jake. He glanced around. His new friends, Skater and Surfer, were smiling indulgently, openly watching the two soccer studs fall for each other. Skater absently drew some of his longish dark hair back behind his ear.
"There you are!" Surfer said happily. "Thought you'd drowned in those eyes, dude."
"Yeah, totally," echoed Skater, eyeing both of them happily. He seemed -- what? Gratified? Excited? Why were the other Dudes so into Jake and Thom getting together?
Jake stood up abruptly, not looking at Thom. He was feeling a little freaked out all of a sudden. "I'll see you guys ... later," he muttered, and, hauling his bookbag over his shoulder, started for the double doors across the crowded room, thinking only of getting to Algebra II and away from -- what he'd done. What he could do. It suddenly seemed very frightening that the Dudes believed what he said, and even seemed to derive some kind of thrill from swallowing his lies, unaware he could lie, unaware they were making lies into truth.
I know what you're afraid of, whispered a voice in the back of his head.
Jake shoved the thought aside and pressed through a bottleneck crowd at the door into the teeming hallway. He felt a hand on his thick shoulder and turned. It was Thom. His bright green eyes were boring into him, love mixed with confusion at his brusque departure.
"Jake, man, are you okay?" Thom said softly, barely audible above the noise of the yammering, phoning, texting crowd, his warm hand still on Jake's shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," he said. He realized Skater and Surfer were there too, hanging back a bit behind Thom, but still listening.
Thom seemed satisfied, and Jake was starting to turn away, but then Thom said, "Jake, I gotta ask you. Is Stu -- are you -- ?"
Jake shook his head quickly. "No, dude," he said. Shit, now they've got me saying it. "There's nothing between Stu and me." Thom stared into Jake's eyes, only partially relieved. Skater and Surfer exchanged glances. Jake's mind raced. Maybe a positive works better than a negative, he thought frantically. "Besides," he went on, "Stu's not even into me. He's into ... um, Armand," he added lamely. "And it's totally mutual."
Relief flooded Thom's face. Jake felt a surge of -- love? passion? -- deep inside him and placed his left hand around the back of Thom's strong neck. "You're the one I want," he said, glad he could tell him something true. Thom grinned toothily and Jake drew him in for a quick kiss, eliciting a shower of wolf-whistles from the milling crowd.
Jake broke the kiss and grinned too, sensing the other Dudes' elation without looking at them. "We'll be late for class." He turned and headed down the hall, Thom falling in beside him, the other two close behind.
Thom was still grinning. "I almost feel bad for Armand," Thom was musing.
"Yeah, dude," came Skater's voice from right behind them, "that is one freaky cock."
"I've never seen a cock even approaching that size," Thom said, his smile fading a little, clearly thinking back on all the ordinary cocks he'd seen in the locker room.
Oh shit, Jake said. Are they starting to doubt? I can't let them realize there's magic or whatever going on. They'll figure out I've been telling them shit -- manipulating them -- damn, Thom will hate me.
"Sure -- sure you have," Jake stammered.
"What do you mean?" Thom asked, turning to look at him innocently as they walked.
Oh god. "Um, I mean he's huge yeah, but not that much more than everyone else at this school," Jake said, wincing as he heard the word. They weren't convincing, he could hear the quaver in his voice. He and Thom stopped, facing each other, Skater and Surfer right beside them, as the crowd flowed around them. Jake could see confusion in Thom's eyes. Shit, I could ruin everything if I fuck this up. I gotta sell this. Details -- I gotta give 'em details, the whole story.
"Listen," he said confidentially, the others leaning in like initiates to a conspiracy. "You can't tell anyone about this." They nodded, willing to be reeled in, waiting on Jake's words. "My -- my uncle Roderick has been investigating this for years, he works for the FBI," Jake explained, wondering if he'd like the uncle he'd never had before now. "I heard he was looking into stuff that happened here at the school asked him a string of questions, hounded him really, wouldn't let him alone. Finally I cornered him at Thanksgiving." Thom and the others were watching him wide-eyed, absorbing every word. The crowd had thinned dramatically -- the bell would ring any minute.
Quickly, Jake picked up his story, trying to sound amazed. "He admitted to me that the Army had this totally top secret thing going on here in the 90s, Uncle Rod couldn't even get the whole dossier. It's super secret, no one outside the program even knew about it. Anyway, they had a top secret virility drug, called, um, Adamantine 17. The guy who invented it, this strange genius guy called, um, Dr. Kelso, said that if you infuse kids with it as they're going through puberty, they'll get stronger, have more endurance. So they dosed the milk at the Junior High school. And the water fountains. Then they expanded to the grade school, too, just to be sure."
"Fuck, dude," said Surfer breathed. "What did it do to us?"
What do I say? Gotta sell it. Cock couldn't be the only outcome. "Well, it pretty much worked, didn't it? I mean, we're all pretty strong, right? It may feel normal to us, but trust me, we're all, like, twice as strong as ordinary teens -- I saw the numbers in Uncle Rod's report." Jake felt the bizarre sensation of his muscles suddenly becoming (always having been) huge, Thom and the others looking massive even as they stared at him engrossed in his story. No! Too visible to outsiders, gotta dial back! Hurriedly he went on, "I mean, our muscles are super dense -- they're not that much bigger than normal, right? But we're all buff and none of us has more than the tiniest amount of body fat." Jake saw his friend's bodies shift from bodybuilder to fitness model and breathed a sigh of relief, though he was now becoming distracted by the perfect, round pecs straining Thom's tee shirt. And his luscious, bulging shoulders. And those long, thick arms -- Why did I start this story? Oh, yeah. "And then there's the side-effect the Army guys never saw coming -- huge cocks. So you see, Stu's just the biggest, but all the boys in this school are packing twice as much as other guys our age. At minimum. And some are almost as big as Stu."
Oh shit, Jake said to himself as he felt the uncanny weight of a massive, Snapple-bottle-thick cock in his jeans. Geez, guys, I didn't mean me! Um, thanks, I guess.
The bell rang shrilly, startling Jake as always. He leaned in for a swift, eagerly reciprocated kiss from his newly hunkier boyfriend -- boyfriend? Boyfriend. He felt his monster cock twitching halfway down his baggy jeans. Okay, this is going to be surreal. He glanced at Surfer and Skater, who were watching their kiss with rapt attention. Before, he'd felt strange about their intense interest in him and Jake, but now he felt oddly touched. He drew them all into a hug, feeling their strong arms wrap around him and each other, hands running across each other's broad backs, and Jake, sighing deeply and gratefully releasing his stress, pledged to himself that that was the last credulous magic he'd do for a long time.
Part 5
Thom and his two friends hurried off toward their classes, Thom jogging backwards a ways so that he could smile brilliantly at Jake, the other two grinning companions starting to melt away into the periphery as Jake absorbed his boyfriend’s simple, pure beauty. Then Thom turned and Jake got his first glimpse of the back he’d just been caressing – long and wide at the top, with luscious lats tapering in dramatically under Thom’s loose but now revealingly thin, almost gauzelike light blue tee shirt, to a provocatively narrow waist. And that ass – looking lacked into even loose-cut jeans Thom was wearing, the most delicious-looking firm round ass Jake had ever seen. And long, perfect, soccer star legs, the legs of a soccer god, only hinted at under the thick denim and yet as clear to Jake as if Thom’s rapidly retreating form was naked, a boy possessed of a body so perfect that he was allowed – no, required – to attend to school naked, as a lesson in idealized anatomy and a exemplar for students of the ancient world of how the Greeks must have imagined their gods.
Even more intoxicating than than that fleeting fantasy was the though that – with a few words to his friends – Jake could make that a reality. He could suggest that Thom always went naked and everyone was okay with it, especially Thom – the school would even believe the pretext about studying his anatomy if he convinced the Dudes. The thought flooded him, arousing him almost to the point of unreason, and he took a step forward to follow the boys, to tell them this, to make that reality – and caught himself, amazed and awed at the power he could wield if he wanted.
Then Thom was gone and Jake realized he was standing in a classroom doorway, staring down an empty hall, his shuddering half-hard monster cock drooling down the side of his right shin and testing the seams of his extra-wide jeans with its prodigious girth all along its impossible length. He realized he was panting, open-mouthed. The skin all over his body was feeling tight and warm as if he were himself expanding from erotic stimulation.
“Joining us, Jake?” The voice was soft, a friendly baritone, and accompanied by a few barely audible snickers.
Jake turned around, startled and ashamed that he’d been caught losing track of where he was because his boyfriend was mind-numbingly hot. The classroom door was toward the front of the classroom, and right in front of him was their handsome English teacher, Mr. Yung. He was standing by the blackboard, paused in the act of writing something, watching Jake, not smiling but still amused.
But Jake’s eyes slid off Mr. Yung toward the thirty teenagers in the room, suddenly feeling the full thrust of their stares. All of them – the boys and the girls alike – were riveted. They’d been staring at his hard round muscle ass, Jake knew, and now that he’d turned around they were staring at his unnaturally large cock, even more impossible to miss now that it was mostly hard, a lump the size of a ferret throbbing, not unpainfully, against the straining fabric of his right pants leg.
But Jake barely took note of the spectacle he was causing. He was staring back. Jake hadn’t quite registered just how sweeping a change he’d made, telling that recklessly made up story to Thom and the other Dudes in the hallway. He’d wanted to just create a plausible backstory for Stu’s arm-sized foot-and-a-half-long phone pole of a cock. But without even intending to he’d subjected all the kids in town to an experiment in strength, muscle, and cock growth.
The boys in the room filled Jake’s vision. Jake realized with a sick sensation that he hadn’t just turned everyone into jocks. It wasn’t that everyone got an upgrade so much as that in his entire high school population, jock bodies were now the norm. If everyone had just been made buff overnight, then there’d be lots of tight shirts and showing off – excitement at being elevated specimens of the human form. But boys who, had they looked like they did now, would have been self-consciously hot model-gorgeous hunks “yesterday” – meaning Jake’s yesterday, before he’d changed everyone’s childhood – just had the clothes and body language of ordinary guys, the unnoticed masses.
To say that everyone was muscular hardly begins to describe what Jake was experiencing. Muscle was the new ordinary. It was more than that. Everyone was tall, lanky, muscular, tight, gorgeous, radiating sexuality, cranked up to 11 in hormones and hotness. Every guy in the room was literally unstoppably, magnetically attractive – Jake wanted to move toward them, and he had actually taken a few steps without realizing. Every lightly stubbled jaw cried out to be licked and sucked on, every slightly parted mouth was lush and hot and screaming to be kissed hard and deep, every gorgeous face demanded to be covered in hot coats of cum.
Their eyes were shining, supernaturally alert and aware of Jake’s raw sexuality. Jake didn’t realize that he was even hotter – it was still hidden from him that not just his cock but his whole being had been pushed a few stages beyond the ordinary, crack-addiction-compelling beauty of the other boys. They were drawn to him, pulled mercilessly toward him, even more than he was to them. Several of the boys were rising out of their seats, moving toward him down the aisles, barely aware of what they were doing. Thick, wide boners were already shoving up out of the waists of their jeans or pushing out their pockets, sticking out at an angle, the wide heads and upper shafts wrapped in soft white cotton.
As a cluster of ten or more of the hottest guys started to form around him, their gorgeous, perfect young faces becoming all Jake could see, Jake heard the voice of Mr. Yung – barely audible over the rush of his blood and the pounding of his heart – break in one more time. “Jake,” the teacher said, “try to make it quick this time. I don’t want to lose the whole period like I did yesterday.”
Jake was starting to freak out. He was surrounded by strong broad-shouldered men mindless with lust, their eyes burning with a roaring animal fire, their thick muscles bristling with strength, their throbbing cocks all pounding for his body, and Jake was close to panicking. This was so hot it was beyond hot, it was out of control. This pack of wolves was enthralled by him, but there was no telling what they would do in their uncontrollable lust. He looked around frantically at the glassy eyes –
Wait – enthralled –
His mind lit up with a succession of radical ideas. He looked around at the pack closing around him, already reaching out and groping his bod, clawlike hands pulling at his shirt. He willed himself to speak calmly and clearly.
"Guys, stop," he said. And they did.
They were all close around him, close enough that he felt warm from the heat of all their thick, bulging bodies. They panted, their eyes all riveted on him.
"Just – simmer, okay? Like – like we always do." Jake’s heart pounded hard, like it wanted out of his chest. Would this work?
"We keep it in our pants at school, remember?" Jake said, looking around and meeting each gaze he could. He wasn’t even sure this was working – they were all still just staring at him – but bizarrely, as if his brain was racing ahead of his own train of thought, he suddenly wondered what was happening in the rest of the school. He knew with preternatural clarity that his cock was just the start of his superior beauty but also the symbol of it. And he wasn't alone. Stu, at least, was as hung as he was or more so – were they all clawing at him somewhere else in the building?
He took a deep breath. "All of us, the whole school. I know we’re all super-hot muscle hunks, right, with these overblown libidos. But we control it, right? We can control it easy. We all get hard for each other, I know, really hard, but we all keep it in our pants and just let it – you know – simmer? Like always! Right?" To his relief they started to respond – nods, and smiles, and looks of disappointment. But they were all calmer. Alert, still riveted on him, mesmerized by him, but calmer. And so was Jake. Now that the moment of panic was over he suddenly regretted completely cockblocking himself and everyone else.
In a flash another sudden idea struck him, as if it had been waiting to think of it, and he grinned crookedly. "Just that one kiss, like usual," he said, and they all grinned back. "One kiss. Per – per class. Like always. And then we all do the, you know, student thing, right?" Seemed fair.
Now aroused but docile, the crowd of students – now the whole class of thirty guys – smiled at him, pairing off to kiss each other one by one as they waited their turn to kiss their alpha boy, Jake.
Jake did a double take. Thirty guys – ! He looked around rapidly even as the nearest classmate, Evan Monroe, now much, much hotter than the nerd he’d been yesterday, moved in for a hot twenty-second kiss. His eyes danced around the mouth-sucking crowd. There were no girls. Something in his credulous magic had turned the girls into guys. Smoking hot muscle hunk jock boy guys. Jake started to freak out again, but then he was distracted by Kevin Sullivan, who was an even better kisser than Evan.
After a moment he stopped thinking about credulous magic entirely, forgot that he now had a whole school of Dudes he could convince of any fantasy – in fact, for the moment he forgot about everything but the sheer electric joy of making out with guys, and the heartwarmingly erotic feeling of his own unnaturally huge half-hard cock shifting in his loose jeans. And afterward, as they broke up to resume their seats, Jake reaching his for the first time in what felt like years, he was as content as the rest of them to settle in, simmer, and do the student thing, too.
