You can’t even imagine how excited Joey and I were, excited and scared, when Dad said he was going to give us the formula he’d been sampling. We were going to be models for what he called the Company.
We both got so excited at what fell out when we pulled down our briefs, we had to make ourselves keep quiet, we started to laugh so hard. First of all, our new belly hair joined right up with our pubes and looked so sexy and grown up. Also, we both had major grown up balls hanging there, and these big, fat, long cocks, which we grabbed hold of to admire and feel, sending us both into immediate spasms, spurting cum all over the sink and the mirror. We cleaned up everything quickly and got dressed again. Now, putting our clothes back on was exciting as hell, because of the way they fit, but also because of knowing that while these great new bodies were covered up, they would keep on changing under our clothes. We would be able to feel them changing on us, feel our crotches getting more and more full with all this fabulous man-meat we were growing, feel our muscles growing and all, and we would wait to look again, and it would be another, even better, surprise.
We got back to our seats, squeezed past my dad, and sat down. He leaned over and told us what nice bods we were getting, and said with a wink it was too bad we couldn't really see what great bubble butts we were growing and how we were starting to look like we were poured into our shorts. Both Joey and I did notice that our seats were feeling more crowded. Sitting down, our shorts were so tight on our butts and our legs, it made our crotches look even more full, the way our thighs pressed together. We were bulging out down there for anyone to see.
Of course, the only one who saw was that flight attendant, who came by to see if we needed anything. He stood there making conversation and his eyes were all over us. And instead of feeling self-conscious about the way he kept staring, I was just more aware of how sexy all this was making me feel. I was beginning to see why Dad always liked to get naked, and why he liked to wear clothes that showed off his body. And when I looked at Joey, when the guy was looking at him, I saw how incredibly sexy Joey was starting to look. Just the fact that he had a heavy five o'clock shadow made me nuts, especially when I felt my own.
Meanwhile, Dad was sitting there with his big dick making a show of itself as he let it grow thick and fat across his groin right in front of the flight attendant. The guy's eyes indicated he wasn't missing a bit of the show, and that he was fully and properly appreciative. Finally Dad said he had to take care of something, while he rubbed his dick for this guy's benefit. The guy looked around, saw the other attendants were busy with passengers, and said if Dad wanted to meet him at the bathroom back in the tail section, he'd love to help him take care of his problem.
By the time Dad got back from the bathroom, with a big smile on his face, the pilot was announcing our descent. Soon we were on the ground. Dad had arranged for a limo to take us to the Company's building where we would be living. The driver met us at the gate.
Joey and I wished we'd had time for another look at what had happened since our last trip to the bathroom. I was feeling so good, so sexy and hot, that I was getting really horny again. When we walked into the terminal, from the looks we got, I guess we looked just like we felt. By now, my T-shirt was feeling pretty tight across my chest and back, even though it was still loose over my stomach. The sleeves were tight, too, and I pushed them up so they would be above my biceps, and when I did, I had to look at what I felt. My arms had gotten really muscular, like a guy who lifts serious weights.
I looked at Joey, I wanted to show him how my sleeves fit on my arms, and seeing him walking was too much. I knew my shorts were tight, but looking at Joey, I saw how tight they were. The legs didn't hang down, they were tight and wrinkled, like they had been pushed up where his legs were too big to let them fall, like a real muscle-guy's legs. I had tried to get the legs on my own shorts to go down when we stood up in the plane, and they wouldn't go down any more over my thighs, so I knew why Joey's were that way, but seeing how it looked on him made me realize how big we were getting. They fit tight on his butt, and showed both his big, hard cheeks, separated by the seam down the back. Up front he was showing a bulge where his meat was tight against the fly of his shorts. He looked so hot. With his nice pecs, bigger all the time, his wide, flared back, broad shoulders, and a five o'clock shadow that was looking like two days of growth on a fully grown up guy, no one would ever have guess he was less than twenty-one years old. And something else made me almost cum in my pants. He had chest hair growing out over the top of his T-shirt, growing right up to the base of his throat. Naturally, I reached up to my own throat and found hair growing there on myself, just like his. I have never felt so hot in public, or in such need of cumming.
Meanwhile, my dad was walking with the driver, who was some hunky guy himself. He wasn't wearing a uniform. He was in a pair of white pants and a Hawaiian shirt. He was big, like my dad, like a bodybuilder, and the shirt sleeves looked like they would split if he flexed. The front was unbuttoned halfway down, revealing some huge pecs, and some very sexy chest hair. My dad was looking him over, and he was doing the same thing to my dad.
When we got our luggage and got into the car, Dad sat in the front with the driver. He threw a small bag into the back with us and told us that we might want to change clothes and get into something more comfortable and less confining, since, the way we were growing, it wouldn't be long before we wouldn't be able to fit into what we were wearing. I realized he was right. The T-shirts were getting too small. The sleeve seams under my arms and down the side were starting to tear. I kind of wanted to leave it on until my muscles got so big they would tear it all the way, and that didn't seem so far away.
But looking at Joey, at his arms getting packed with muscle, at the thick back muscles under his arms, at his pecs, which were straining at the shirt, bulging like a couple of thick, wide, slabs of beef, I wanted to rip the shirt right off him. I just had to see how hairy those pecs had gotten.
The driver and my dad were laughing, and they told us to go ahead and enjoy ourselves. No one could see in through the tinted windows. The driver said it looked like Dad had a couple of pretty hot and horny young studs on his hands. Dad told us to go on, he couldn't wait to see for himself how we were coming along.
So Joey and I started ripping at each other's clothes. We couldn't tear them off fast enough. I couldn't believe what Joey looked like. He was getting absolutely gorgeous. His body was big and hard and carved. His chest and stomach were getting hairy like one of those guys you see with perfect body hair. His groin was all hairy, and you could hardly tell where his pubes left off and his belly hair and thigh hair began. His balls were hanging so low and heavy, they rested on the seat when he spread his legs. And his dick jerked and throbbed to a full erection so hard it flopped up against his belly and reached up to his belly button. Meanwhile, of course, I was doing exactly the same thing.
For a minute, we just let each other look, and let Dad and the driver look, while we both had our hands all over our own bodies, feeling all the new muscle and hair. We were so hot that we were on top of each other in minutes. Up to then, we had only jacked off together, but now we were like two rutting colts. Something profound was changing, something more profound than our looks and our bodies. I was feeling this intense surge of masculinity like I hadn't even dreamed of. I was no longer a boy, I was a man, an incredibly masculine man, my body loudly, proudly proclaiming my masculinity. And Joey was feeling it too, and his body was shouting its masculinity to me in a way that made me want to touch and feel and devour every inch of him, just like I wanted him to do the same to me. I had to feel his muscle against my muscle, his hair against my hair. I had to feel my whiskery, stubbly face and mouth against his, my big fat cock pressed against his beautiful, hairy groin, his hard, thick rod pressed against my hairy belly.
We drove around for a while. Every time we thought we'd had enough, we would notice that our beautiful pecs were getting even bigger, or our groins were getting hairier, or our balls and cocks were still growing, and we'd get hot and start again. Dad and the driver were encouraging us, enjoying the show. And we were equally enjoying giving them the show they wanted. Finally, the driver said we would be at the Company House any minute, and we should probably get dressed.
So we toweled off all our damp hair, which was so hot it almost got us going again. We found the clothes Dad had put in the bag just for this occasion. There were tank tops and shorts, cotton/Lycra shorts, like his, only the material was thinner so it showed more detail. It wasn't until we got into those clothes that we fully realized how big we were getting. The shorts had to stretch thin to get them up over our big, thick thighs. When we tried to pull them up and arrange our dicks and balls in them, the way we were used to doing, and realized that they had grown so big that they they made almost obscene bulges, prominently displaying in every detail what we were carrying, in all its outrageous maleness, sitting there propped in front of our thighs, which pressed together to tightly that they left no room for any of that male meat to fall back between them any more. Dad checked in while we walked around the lobby and the grounds, experiencing the feeling of being in those clothes, with everyone looking at us. Now we looked like bodybuilders. And we walked like bodybuilders. It felt so hot that both of us had partial hard-ons, which showed in every detail in our new shorts. We didn't care. We didn't care who saw. If they had a problem with our display of our masculinity, it was their problem. Although, as we looked around at the beautiful, muscular men everywhere on the property, it was obvious that all these Company guys wouldn't be minding at all I watched Joey, how proudly he walked with his beautiful new muscular body. His butt had become a truly gorgeous, big, hard bubble-butt, and the seam in the back of his shorts pulled up into the crack of his ass, making it look incredibly sexy and hot. Watching him, I could feel my own body doing the same as I saw his do. I realized that I felt different about myself and about him. I had no sense of inhibition or embarrassment whatsoever. I saw guys turning to look at us, nudging other guys to look, and all I felt was hotter and sexier than ever in my life. I would have taken off all my clothes and posed for them, but I had enough sense to wait for later to try that. I figured that my raging hormones could be satisfied by getting Joey to our room. But I did see quite a few guys looking at us that I would have loved to walk up to. I knew by the way they were looking that they would love to see what we were showing them, without our clothes to hide anything, and I would love to accommodate them. I felt like I could fuck every guy I saw and suck all their cocks and still go out to the beach and find more. But there would be time that.
Then Dad called us, and we went up to our suite. The bellboy went ahead with our big luggage, and the driver came with us, toting the smaller stuff. Our suite overlooked Sans Souci Beach, and we were only a couple stories up, so when we stepped onto our lanai, everyone could get a good look at us. Dad tipped the bellboy, a very cute dark-skinned blond with what appeared to be an incredible build, who stared at us with undisguised lust. But Dad dismissed him.
As soon as the kid closed the door, my dad walked over to the driver and started to unbutton the rest of his shirt. He told the driver that we have a tradition in our family of being naked as much as possible, so as not to hinder the full enjoyment of our bodies. The driver didn't resist. He said that here in the Company House facility, wearing clothes was only a formality anyway. He reached up and started to massage my dad's pecs while my dad took off his shirt and undid his pants. The guy was hot, so Joey and I came over and helped my dad get him undressed. And when he was naked and sporting a hard-on, we joined him in the nude. While he indulged himself in the pleasure of our bodies, we worked as a team to pleasure him into ecstasy.
Soon, we realized we would miss the sun and the chance to get to the beach, so we bid him farewell. He said that he would drop by again. We told him that would be great, especially if he had friends like him that he wanted to bring along. He just grinned.
So then it was beach time. Dad had prepared by bringing several pairs of the briefest cut bikinis anyone had ever seen. The Company had them made especially to hold the extra-large equipment that all their models had. Other than holding all our thick, heavy meat up and out where it made the fullest display, these suits covered very little else, and exposed more than a little of the hair that lavishly adorned our groins. We sort of freaked out when he showed them to us. We were afraid that we would get arrested if we wore something so revealing, but Dad said lots of guys wear bikinis, and if we had more in the way of male equipment, well, there was nothing illegal about that, or about a little body hair showing. So we tried them on, and getting into them was a whole new level of sexual discovery and excitement. It was like being naked, but sexier, because it both hid and emphasized our huge size and our prodigious packages of masculinity, with all our new groin hair, which was still getting darker and thicker all the time, bursting out all around the edges of the bulging, fully packed, sleek, shiny fabric.
Dad made us walk around in the room for him, so he could get a good look at what we were turning into. Of course, we were becoming what he had already become, and it felt like we didn't have much more to go. I felt so sexy, I was hard again almost immediately, and so was Joey, and so was my dad. So he suggested that we should probably wait in the room until we were fully developed, so we could make our first public appearances in these suits in all our grown glory. We wanted to go right then, but he was able to change our minds by putting a hand on each of our massive, thick, hairy pecs to make us stand still, then running his hand down our hairy stomachs until he reached pubic hair. That got us. We took off the briefs, and once again marveled at what had become of us. My cock was so long and thick it felt like it weighed ten pounds, and my balls hung against my legs like two big, sensitive eggs in a big, hairy sac, churning out cream that was begging for release. Joey fucked my dad while my dad sucked my big, fat cock. I felt so huge and powerful, so intensely male, so extremely sexual, I knew I had to have reached, finally, my full growth. I held his head while he sucked my dick, and his stubbly jaw and thick hair was so hot to me, I couldn't believe this was my own dad, taking my huge dick all the way into his mouth and down his throat, all the time rubbing hard on my hairy groin and belly.
Then it was time to go to the beach. Joey and I both looked like we were in our twenties by then, so no one would ever guess Dad and I were father and son. We wore our tank tops and those tiny posing briefs, and when we strutted out past the pool to get towels, we turned every head. We found chaises and put down our towels, took off our tank tops, and oiled up. Another intense experience that was, rubbing oil all over my hairy muscles. I was so unbelievably huge, and I loved the way it felt so much. People stared, and that made me do it more slowly, more deliberately, so they could see how much I was enjoying myself, feeling all my fabulous body hair as I rubbed, especially on my lower belly, right down to my exposed pubes, and on the hairy insides of my thighs.
Then we went to the beach. Since it was late, it wasn't all that crowded, although there were still plenty of people, especially guys alone obviously hoping to find some excitement by the famous beach by the Company House. I was ready. We walked, we ran, we jumped in the water, we generally showed off as much as we could. Guys watched every move, but they seemed to be afraid to come up to us and talk, so we smiled and nodded and said hi to encourage them that we were very, very approachable. Soon we had gathered a small crowd, five or six guys. Dad said we'd just arrived and were hoping to find some guys that might want to party with us. They took our suite number. Then we went back to the pool and went in the water there to rinse off. The pool was empty until we got in, and then, suddenly, there were guys in swimming with us. Conversation led to the fact that we were having a few guys up for a small party. They thought that was a great idea, a big get-naked party, to welcome us and show us how the Company Men liked to party, especially with hot new members.
There's no need to explain the details of the party. Joey and I were so intensely oversexed by this time that we were animals, and all these guys couldn't get enough of us. The party lasted for days, with different guys, of course, that we would go to the pool or to the beach or down to Kalakaua Avenue to find. In a matter of days we were famous as the new men on the beach. Especially when they found out how old Joey and I were. We were the toast of Hawaii. But all too soon summer ended, and Joey and I had to go back to school. We thought it would be a big drag, since we were used to our non-stop orgy, but we found a whole new world of excitement waiting for us. We were sent to a private school that received a good deal of money from the Company and ignored what we did for a living, and you can't imagine how fun it was, looking the way we did, to strut around school, showing off and seducing every guy and a lot of the teachers.
We never have got used to how we looked, and how it felt to look the way we did. That school was never the same, but that's another story. And even though we were famous, we never stopped being approachable, or looking for guys to show a really good time. So, if you're ever in Hawaii, please look us up. We know we could show you a good time, and, who knows, maybe we'll be needing some new models in our little Company. I know you'd like how you'll feel.
The Porters are a family of perfect men, all uniquely perfect in their own way. It’s how it’s always been, right?