I remember enjoying “Project Cerulean MX” by the Pecman when reading it for the first time. I did notice that the story left many questions unanswered and plot lines unresolved, though.
I decided to write a spinoff loosely inspired by the original story. Since this is my first story, I figured that an easy starting point would be a new plot line from the perspective of a minor character (independent from Joey and Michael’s storyline involving shady doctors, the US government, and aliens).
All the characters are at least 18 years of age.
Aaron was a slender but handsome eighteen-year-old, with piercing blue eyes and thick blond hair hanging down almost to shoulder height.
Since his mom was the school’s vice-principal, Aaron found it difficult to make friends, get invited to parties, or even just fit in. He always seemed to be the odd one out. People were nice to him, for the most part at least, but nobody wanted him in their friend circle.
Aaron had just started his senior year at Arroyo Grande High School, and on the very first day he witnessed a fight between two boys. He was standing on the sidelines as it happened.
Billy was a bully who had picked on Aaron a handful of times, so Aaron mostly avoided him.
Aaron had never spoken to the other guy who, as the fight ended, walked off to a nearby restroom to clean himself up.
That’s when Aaron noticed something on the hallway floor near where the fight had happened. He bent down and picked it up. It was a tooth with a little blood on it.
The moment Aaron touched the blood, it was like everything stopped. The noise and motion of the hallway faded away, and Aaron felt slightly dizzy.
And then the world resumed.
Aaron walked straight to the restroom.
The boy was standing at a urinal doing his business. Aaron couldn’t help but notice the thick fucking dick that was visible between the boy’s legs.
“Jesus,” Aaron said involuntarily.
Joey stopped peeing into the urinal. He reeled his conspicuous dick back into his pants, hit the flush bar, and walked over to the sink without acknowledging Aaron.
“I … I, uh, think this is yours,” said Aaron.
“Can’t be mine,” Joey said casually, looking at the tooth. “I’m okay. Billy the Bull just knocked me down. Look, see for yourself.”
Joey opened his mouth to reveal a perfect smile (the tooth had already regrown).
Aaron stared slack-jawed at Joey. “You’re big,” Aaron said finally.
“Apparently, still not big enough to fight Billy.” Joey glanced down at his watch. “Shit—gotta go. Uh, nice meeting you…?”
“Aaron,” Aaron called after Joey as he exited the bathroom. “Aaron Butler.”
“Right. I’m Joey. See you around, okay?”
After the restroom door closed, Aaron was alone. He stood there, feeling his confused. His dick was rock hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron thought he saw a movement in the restroom mirror.
He looked up, but there was nobody else there.
As Dr. Noble had predicted, exposure to Joey’s blood made Aaron immediately and completely obsessed.
That same day, Aaron followed Joey through the halls, sat next to him in every class they had together, and attempted to strike up conversations whenever he could. Aaron tried to project a normal and calm demeanour, but on the inside he was out of control.
Frankly, Joey didn’t seem all that interested in Aaron. For his efforts, Aaron did manage to extract from Joey a non-committal promise to maybe do some science homework together “later on.”
But Aaron just could not stop thinking about Joey and that huge dick of his. He was craving it. Aaron had always been a horny teenager, but this was something else.
As Aaron’s mom was the school’s vice principal, Aaron decided to sneak into her office to look up Joey’s personal record and to find out where Joey lived. All Aaron had to do was get past the school’s elderly administrative assistant when his mom was out.
“Hi Mrs. Channing,” Aaron said innocently.
“Oh hello there, Aaron,” the assistant responded kindly. “Are you here to see your mom? She stepped out for lunch, but I can tell her that you’re looking for her?”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Channing. I just need to grab my mom’s spare house keys. I forgot mine today.”
Mrs. Channing waived Aaron towards his mom’s office and returned to her work.
As Aaron entered, he discretely closed the door and walked straight to the filing cabinet he knew contained the record of every student in the school. He quickly found Joey’s and noted down the address contained in the file.
Aaron was about to put the file back when he spotted a small photo of Joey in the corner of the page. Joey looked somehow different in the photo, less perfect and imposing… but even so, Aaron was immediately fixated on the photo.
Barely thinking, Aaron unzipped his fly and pulled out his rock-hard cock. He placed the record on his mom’s desk and started giving his cock long sensual strokes.
Breathing hard and biting his lip, Aaron finally let loose a huge volley all over the document.
After school, Aaron walked straight to Joey’s house.
He rang the doorbell.
He rang it again.
Still no answer.
Aaron tried the handle.
A few minutes later, Aaron was climbing through a basement window, and landed with a loud thud on an old couch.
Aaron stayed still for a moment, straining his ears for any noise. The house was silent.
Aaron slowly walked up the basement stairs to the main floor. Clearly nobody was home.
It did dawn on Aaron at this point that he had crossed a line. He had almost never broken any rules before, and this was a whopper! He had literally broken into and was now trespassing in the house of a person he barely knew.
But another part of Aaron’s brain told him it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that hot stud he’d been daydreaming about all day.
Aaron went upstairs to find Joey’s room. He had only just found it when the garage door started to open.
Aaron quickly sat down on a chair, and pulled out his iPhone and Nintendo. He popped in his earbuds and tried to slow his breathing.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door banged open and the light flicked on.
“Whoa! Jesus, dude, you scared the crap out of me.”
“What are you doing here?” Joey asked incredulously.
“Sorry,” Aaron said while removing his earbuds. He invented wildly, “Didn’t hear you come in. Your mom let me in the house about ten minutes ago—she said you normally came home about this time.”
There was a silent pause as Joey considered this.
“It would’ve been nice if you’d warned me.”
Aaron thought back to their conversation earlier that day. “Don’t you remember? At the end of science class, you agreed that we could do homework together.”
Joey had barely listened to a word Aaron had said during science class. His mind had been entirely preoccupied with all the shit going in his and Michael’s lives. But he did vaguely recall that he had agreed to study with Aaron.
“Shit,” Joey said, apologetically. “Yeah, I remember now. Sorry, we left it kinda vague. I thought you meant later on this week.”
“No—like later on today,” Aaron replied with a laugh.
There was another pause. Then Joey asked, “How’d you find out where I lived?”
“I got the home team advantage. My mom’s the vice-principal. I took a peek at your school records.”
“You’re spying on me?”
“Not exactly. I swear, all I looked at was your street address—nothing else.”
“Ah...,” Joey said, clearing his throat. “Okay. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t... you know, a stalker or something.”
Aaron laughed in a manner he sincerely hoped was convincing, “Far from it.” Then changing the subject, “You got something to drink? I’m dyin’ for something cold.”
Although Aaron and Joey got to third base that day, that was basically the end of their relationship.
Joey was heavily absent from school and, as we know, preoccupied with managing the effect of the Cerulean Serum on his and Michael’s lives (before ultimately realizing that they were being surveilled).
Then, on Thursday of that week, there was a big surprise which ripped Aaron’s mind away from his fixation on Joey.
Aaron’s mom announced to him that she had been hired to fill a principal position on an emergency basis at a school in Oregon.
They would have to move.
Aaron did not take the news well. While Aaron would be the first to admit he didn’t love his life in Nevada, the prospect of starting fresh seemed more terrifying than anything else. It also meant being separated from Joey.
Aaron’s stomach was filled with anxiety, but he knew deep down that he needed to support his mom. This was clearly a promotion. It would mean more money and so it would be easier for her to pay the bills and even send him to college.
After an evening of giving his mom the silent treatment, he helped her start packing up their very modest house. They left town by the end of the week. Before Aaron knew it, they were driving up the highway towards their new lives in Lakeview, Oregon.
Although Aaron didn’t appreciate this at the time, it was lucky for him that he got out of Nevada when he did. Nobody knew that Aaron had been exposed to Ultra blood. Despite all the surveillance on Joey and Michael, Aaron was able to slip through the nets … at least for a time.
It had been a whirlwind of a first day in Lakeview, mostly filled with unpacking and driving around to get stuff like groceries.
Aaron felt exhausted. After dinner, he quickly retreated to his new bedroom and shut the door.
He had to admit Lakeview had a certain charm to it, with its large, secluded spaces and expansive views of high-desert lakes and mountains. But he was still feeling anxious.
Tomorrow, Aaron was set to join the twelfth grade at the local high school. Mercifully, his mom’s new job was at the town’s middle school, so he would no longer be subjected to the embarrassment of people associating him with her.
Aaron lay down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He knew there was no use being miserable, and that he should do his best to make the most of the situation.
What do I want with this fresh start?
The answer came at once. It was what he’d wanted for years. Something he’d never had. A close group of friends that made his life fun, that made his life less lonely.
And yet, how accepting would the teenagers of small-town Lakeview be of a scrawny, gay kid like himself?
Then Aaron’s thought process was suddenly derailed. Unbidden, Joey’s gorgeous face popped into Aaron’s head. It was as if a part of his brain that had been simmering in the background had ramped up to a rolling boil, pushing every other thought aside.
What I want is beautiful hunks like Joey with their chiselled muscles, bubble butts that I can eat out for days, and a huge dick that is always hungry.
Aaron frantically stripped off his clothes. When his hand touched his cock, it was like the hard edge of existence softened. Every muscle in his body relaxed into the bed. Aaron exhaled and started stroking his cock for all it was worth.
As he started to breathe hard, some precum spurt out onto his hand.
Instinctually, Aaron brought it to his lips and licked it.
It tasted good.
Really fucking good.
It was sweet and savoury. It tasted like boy. It tasted masculine.
“Oh my god!” Aaron grunted.
Aaron arched his back against the bed as if possessed by the orgasm that was about to come.
As Aaron walked through the doors of his new high school, he reminded himself of his game plan.
Don’t stand out. Just be normal.
Aaron made a special effort to be friendly—but not too friendly. Like a very normal amount of friendly.
Several of the guys in his year were attractive and athletic. As it turned out, the school had two moderately competitive sports teams: a rugby team and a hockey team. And most of the athletes were in senior year with him.
Somewhat shockingly, Aaron was finding it easy to be sociable with these guys. It was as if some part of his brain was directing his body language, when and how to laugh, and even what to say and how to say it. This was something he’d never been good at before. It was like he had cracked the ‘bro code’.
The person who Aaron most quickly hit it off with was Johan. Johan was in all of Aaron’s classes.
Johan was tall for his age, over six foot. He had a good build, hazel eyes, and a great smile with very white and straight teeth. He was also on the school rugby team, a true jock hunk.
Johan encouraged Aaron to sit next to him in every class so they could get to know one another. He seemed genuinely curious about Aaron and his old life back in Nevada—a life which Aaron thought was pretty boring. Aaron opened up to him a bit and explained that he hoped to make new friends in Lakeview.
As the end-of-day bell rang, Aaron started to jam his textbooks into his backpack.
Johan turned to Aaron, “You know, a great way to meet some of the guys would be to join us for our morning workouts in the weight room. About fifteen of us use it each morning before school. Anyone is welcome, but most people are too lazy to get up that early. If you’re interested, we start at 7AM and train for about an hour or so before showering and heading to first period.”
Aaron had never been particularly athletic, and the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of apparently heterosexual jocks each morning did not strike him as a particularly enjoyable or stress-free way to start the day.
But then that other part of Aaron’s brain—that part which was getting louder and louder—suddenly took over. Aaron’s mind was filled with images of beautiful studs clad in tight gym clothes that clung to their muscles, lifting heavy weights while their skin glistened with sweat.
And Aaron pictured himself exercising and getting bigger—more like Joey—and he thought of the school’s jocks looking at him with lust, kneeling in front of him, and grasping the band of his shorts…
Aaron nonchalantly placed his backpack in front of his groin before coughing out, “See you tomorrow at seven.”
Aaron woke up before his alarm the next day. He had been sleeping less and less recently, but he was still waking up feeling energetic.
And, as usual, he woke up with his cock rigid.
“You won’t help in the weight room,” Aaron mumbled to himself as he got to work massaging his dick. His mind was quickly bombarded with images of fit and muscular guys. Aaron bit his lip to stop himself from crying out and waking his mom. Soon shot after shot of cum was squirting all over his chest. It must have been a record amount for him.
As he relaxed in the afterglow of his orgasm, Aaron started to feed himself his own cum.
So fucking good!
Then he noticed that his dick had not softened, like at all.
For a moment Aaron was perplexed. He had never before stayed hard after orgasm. But those thoughts quickly faded and Aaron gave himself a self-satisfied smirk.
He lathered up both his hands with the cum that was pooling on his torso. With his right hand, he used it to lube up his hard cock. With his left hand, he continued to feed himself.
Aaron quickly scarfed down some food in the kitchen before grabbing his bag and biking to school. He arrived a couple minutes late, but Johan was still waiting for him in front of the gym.
“Good morning,” Johan called out with a huge smile on his face.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Aaron locked his bike in front of the nondescript building and walked up to Johan.
“No worries. It must be hard to get into a new routine what with everything going on. Anyway, the guys are already inside. You can work out with me today and I’ll introduce you to the others as we go.”
They entered the gym which was a separate building from the main school on the other side of the parking lot. It was pretty normal-looking, with high ceilings and blaring fluorescent lights. Johan and Aaron walked across the glossy floor and went through another door with a plaque above it which read Lakeview High School Weightlifting Room.
Aaron’s eyes widened as he walked through the door. “Wow!”
While Aaron didn’t know much about gyms, this was clearly a well-outfitted space. The weightlifting room was constructed as an addition to the old gym. The main gym building was made out of a typical brick, but the newer wing was constructed almost completely out of glass, including the walls and an angled ceiling. The glass was punctuated by vertical wooden beams. Aaron noticed that the windows looked out on a forested area and a small creek before his attention was drawn to the thirteen or fourteen athletic guys working out.
Aaron recognized some of them from his classes and even knew a couple of their names already.
“It’s all state of the art,” Johan said. “They received a huge donation from one of the rich student’s parents apparently. So they built out this new room and furnished it with expensive equipment from Rogue and Eleiko. There are sixteen squat racks, each with its own top-of-the-line barbell and plate set. Dumbbells are over there. There are some cable machines along this back wall. And the cardio equipment is by the windows along with a few other machines and stuff.”
Aaron didn’t really understand what Johan had just said so he just nodded and replied, “Where do we start?”
The workout went surprisingly well. Although Aaron was nowhere near as strong as Johan, he learned quickly, took instruction well, and was able to lift a good amount of weight for a novice.
Johan would make introductions to some of the guys here and there, and everyone was friendly.
Aaron couldn’t shake the oddness of the fact that he, Aaron Butler, was getting along with a bunch of jocks. On the inside Aaron felt uncomfortable, though he did his best to appear relaxed.
During their workout, Johan explained that although Lakeview was a fairly normal town, in recent years a lot of wealthy people had purchased property in the nearby mountains because of the area’s natural beauty. The construction of so many luxury homes had caused an economic boon in the area, though it wasn’t all good news for the locals. Prices had gone up and the area was becoming increasingly unaffordable, including for people who had lived in Lakeview their whole lives.
After Aaron and Johan had finished with the weights, Johan walked Aaron over to do a finishing exercise on something called an air bike.
Johan smiled, “I promise: this thing will get your heart rate up! The first time I used it, I could barely stand after. The trick is to alternate between sprints where you go as hard as you can, and slower rest breaks.”
By this point, it was well past 8AM so Aaron and Johan were now the only people left in the weightroom. Everyone else was either showering or had already headed out to their first period.
Aaron mounted the bike while Johan did the last exercise in his program, bicep curls.
After Aaron’s second sprint on the bike, he started to watch Johan. Johan’s arms nicely filled out the sleeves of his shirt as he lifted the weights, veins popping in his arms.
Aaron’s fantasies started to run wild and his cock stirred. He turned back to the bike and pushed himself harder on the next sprint, working up a major sweat which glistened off his arms and legs. His scent wafted around the room.
But Aaron couldn’t stop thinking about Johan. He wanted Johan bad.
And then something happened. Johan slammed the dumbbells back into their cradle, and he turned towards Aaron. Aaron looked up and smiled but his expression quickly faded. Johan said nothing, but the look on his face was unmistakable: blatant, unbridled lust.
Aaron was so dumbfounded that he just stopped pedalling.
Johan licked his lips and grabbed at the bottom of his t-shirt, revealing the lower cobblestones of a six pack, and then his fingertips dug behind the elastic of his shorts. It was almost pornographic.
Aaron didn’t know what to do. The situation was downright surreal. Even if he did want to fool around with Johan—which he did!—what if someone walked in on them? And Aaron didn’t want to be late for class on his second day.
“Please,” Johan blurted out, seemingly unable to form a complete sentence as his hand started fondling his cock. Johan was literally masturbating to the sight of Aaron, not five feet away from him.
And then, like a switch being flicked in Aaron’s brain, none of his concerns mattered anymore.
Desire was the only thing that mattered, and Aaron knew exactly what to do with the hunky athlete standing in front of him.
Aaron sat upright on the bike and grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands, turning it inside-out as he peeled it off his sweaty body and threw the shirt to the floor. He then ran his hands through his moist, blond hair and licked his right bicep, before turning back to make eye contact with Johan.
“Come here,” Aaron ordered with a smirk.
Johan quickly walked over to the bike. Without a word, he pulled down Aaron’s shorts and underwear in one go. Johan wasted no time in inhaling Aaron’s shaft.
Aaron grabbed the seat of the bike with both hands behind his back, holding himself steady as he elevated his hips and started pumping his cock in and out of Aaron’s mouth. Johan started moaning, and Aaron noticed that Johan was now beating off his respectably sized cock.
Aaron looked at his and Johan’s reflection in a wall mirror behind the rack of dumbbells. It looked hot. Both guys had worked up a sweaty sheen, and Aaron was pistoning his cock in and out of the muscle stud’s beautiful mouth.
And then Aaron caught his own eyes in the mirror, and something happened.
His reflection smirked back at Aaron.
Something was wrong, but the sublime pleasure coming from Aaron’s groin pulled his attention away.
Aaron suddenly cried out and they were both cumming: Aaron in Johan’s mouth and Johan on the floor.
Johan swallowed every drop of Aaron’s cum. He then looked up at Aaron, “You taste really good, stud. Like, really fucking good!”
The rest of the day was a bit of a blur for Aaron.
During dinner his mom remarked that he was eating more than normal and that it would probably make sense for her to start buying more groceries if he planned to exercise regularly. Aaron grunted a vague approval.
About fifteen minutes later, Aaron shut his bedroom door and leaned back against it, closing his eyes. It was his first chance since that morning to be alone with his thoughts.
Teenagers fool around. Sure, that’s normal. But since when do I act like that? And what about Johan? It was like he couldn’t control himself. And all for me? Me?
Aaron walked over to the mirror on his wall and stared at himself. Unknown to Aaron, his body had been changing—albeit very slowly—since the day he had met Joey in that bathroom. Aaron’s face had become slightly more handsome as his complexion was now more uniform, his eyes had narrowed, and his jaw was more pronounced.
He had also gained a couple pounds of muscle and his dick had lengthened by maybe a quarter of an inch.
Each of these changes was individually subtle and hard to notice. But in the aggregate Aaron could tell something was slightly different.
“I look good,” Aaron whispered to himself.
He felt excited. He felt desirable. He felt hot.
It was exciting. Like the world was suddenly more full of potential.
The next morning when Aaron arrived outside the gym on his bike, Johan was again waiting for him. He wasn’t smiling this time.
“Hey,” Aaron said.
“Hi,” Johan replied before giving Aaron a perfunctory, “How’s it going”?
There was a short silence.
Johan broke it, “Listen, I’m not really sure what happened, yesterday I mean. I’m not actually even interested in men. I’m straight or, well, straight-ish. I just...lost control and was feeling so...I don’t know...”
Aaron thought he saw where this was going. His newfound self-esteem was quickly evaporating as his ego came crashing back down to earth.
Johan continued, “I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it—that would obviously be a lie—but I think we probably shouldn’t let it happen again. I really want to be your friend Aaron, but I mean it wouldn’t be good for either of us if it got around school that we were...well...you know.”
Aaron stammered, “But you…I was just…”
“I know,” Johan cut him off. “It was a mistake,” he said firmly.
Aaron’s feelings of happiness and excitement were gone. All that was left were all too familiar feelings of inadequacy.
Aaron didn’t believe for a second that Johan was straight or even ‘straight-ish’—whatever the fuck that was.
Maybe if I was cooler, muscular, or hung, then Johan would want to be with me.
Aaron felt like jumping back on his bike and hiding somewhere dark.
“Yeah, it was like something came over me too. And I do want to be your friend. I think you’re right, we better not mention it to anyone.”
Aaron knew Johan was right that getting blown in the weight room had been irresponsible (not that it had been Aaron’s idea). What if a teacher had walked in? Or what if a student had spotted them and it had gotten around that he was gay? He didn’t want to be introduced to the school via the rumour mill as that new exhibitionist, gay kid.
Aaron resolved not to have any more sex with his fellow students, not that he even knew how he had gotten with Johan in the first place. It had all been so weird.
In the footsteps of many a gay teenager, Aaron’s feelings of inadequacy cemented his commitment to pursuing physical fitness. He wanted to improve his body, to be as desirable as possible, to be fuckable.
Aaron did huge amounts of research online about hypertrophy, and he put together a training plan for himself. It involved an aggressive regime of weightlifting five times per week, and consuming over 3000 calories per day.
By the end of his first full week of training, Aaron’s numbers were shooting up at the gym and he was finding that he was often still hungry after meals. So he increased his caloric intake even further. Aaron did his best to eat foods high in protein, but honestly it didn’t really seem to matter all that much what he ate. The fat was just melting off him.
By mid-October, it was clear that Aaron was putting on weight at a very healthy clip. He also seemed to be getting leaner, something the internet said was extremely difficult—if not impossible—to achieve while gaining muscle mass. Aaron chocked it off to ‘beginner gains.’
Another development was that Aaron’s cock seemed to be constantly hard. He was always trying to conceal his boner in baggy sweatpants or behind the belt of his jeans.
Aaron also continued to push himself to make friends, a task at which he was succeeding.
The guys in the weight room had gotten to know Aaron and liked him. He could sit with them in classes or at lunch. While not exactly popular, it was definitely a thrill for him to be allowed to sit at the ‘cool kids table’. Several of them were complete fuckboys and seemed to love nothing more than to brag about their latest sexual conquests with girls in their year.
Aaron started getting invited to hangout on evenings and weekends. Aaron would attend as much as he could, but usually he wouldn’t stay that long. His mom insisted that he be home everyday for dinner and she didn’t feel comfortable with him at parties.
There was a side of Aaron that was relieved by having this excuse to go home. He feared that the jocks would figure out Aaron found them attractive if he spent too much time around them, especially outside of school.
This meant Aaron usually found himself alone at home. He’d spend his time in his room, jerking off to fantasies of his hot friends or else just porn filled with muscular studs hefting around big dicks.
By this point, Aaron’s obsession with Joey had basically abated. In its place arose a new fantasy: Aaron yearned for someone even more muscular, even more beautiful—a stud who was completely consumed by sexual desire.
Aaron yearned to be with his fantasy man, but he also yearned to be that fantasy. He wanted to ride their huge cock for hours on end and, at the same time, he wanted to be the muscle stud who other men drooled over.
Aaron pushed himself even harder at the gym, and he continued to make remarkable size and strength gains.
Given how much time Aaron spent with his hand wrapped around his cock, it had become impossible for Aaron not to notice that it was getting bigger.
As he searched on TikTok for information about penis growth in late puberty, he stumbled upon a video that would end up deeply influencing him. In it, a hot girl was bragging about how sexually gifted her boyfriend was, claiming he could fuck her hard for two or three hours before ejaculating. “What a fucking stud,” she exclaimed. This idea got under Aaron’s skin.
Soon, Aaron was using his after-school masturbation sessions to practice controlling his orgasms. He worked at it for weeks, trying to figure out how to stay right at the precipice. He couldn’t say if it was a psychological or physical change, but whereas he initially couldn’t stimulate himself for more than a few minutes without cumming, that soon become 10 minutes, and then 20 minutes, and then an entire hour. He even bought some lube at the local drug store to make it more challenging to hold back his orgasm. But soon it no longer seemed to make much difference. No matter how hard he pumped himself, no matter how turned on he was, and no matter how intense the pleasure he was experiencing, he could now choose when to cum.
Even more unusual was that Aaron’s “refractory period” had basically disappeared. What had initially been an anomalous experience a few weeks before had become the new normal. He could reliably stay hard after cumming the first time. He couldn’t find much info about this online or on TikTok. But apparently, it was unusual for a man to be able to stay completely hard after orgasming.
It excited Aaron to think he was specially gifted, but he only wanted more. He started practicing masturbating immediately after his second orgasm, and then his third. By the end of the November, Aaron cum four times in a row without going soft.
There’s no way TikTok girl’s boyfriend can do that!
Given how long it took Aaron to cum and how many times he could orgasm without going soft, it was not unusual for him to spend a number of hours each evening pleasuring himself.
For a normal teenage boy, endless masturbation would no doubt get boring at some point. But Aaron was no longer a normal teenage boy. His brain was being slowly rewired. His sexual appetites were becoming nearly limitless and his pleasure receptors far more sensitive. Why not spend hours each day in sexual bliss? Nothing else could compare.
Despite not prioritizing schoolwork at all, Aaron’s grades had never been higher. In Nevada, Aaron had needed to work for his grades. Now, it was normal for him to glance at a textbook for a few minutes before a test or hastily scribble down some improvised answers to his assignments, and then get an A or an A+. In fact, Aaron felt that most of the “work” he put into school was the mental energy involved in refraining from going to the bathroom several times a day to jack off.
Another change that Aaron noticed was that he was now barely sleeping. From everything he read online about muscle gain, getting enough rest was absolutely essential. And he was definitely still gaining muscle at a fast clip. But inexplicably Aaron found himself waking up in the middle of the night after only two- or three-hours of sleep, feeling completely rested.
Having nothing else to do, his mind would invariably turn back to his fantasy man, and he would pleasure himself until his alarm went off.
One day Aaron woke up at 3 a.m. with his laptop open in front of him. Aaron didn’t remember looking at his laptop before bed. He looked more closely at the screen and noticed his browser had a bunch of tabs open.
There was information about a “PEPCON” explosion near his old home in Nevada. There were also pages on what appeared to be the deep web—which Aaron didn’t even know how to access—about soldiers being recruited for experiments in the 1980s, about a secret serum, and about men being transformed into muscle gods.
Aaron’s dick, which had already been hard when he woke up, was now oozing generous gobs of pre all over his cut abs.
Unconsciously, Aaron started feeding himself his own cum as he kept reading.
By early January, Aaron was starting to look like a cross between a fitness model and a gay porn star. He had gained over 35 pounds, now weighing a grand total of 172 pounds and with very little body fat. He had built big legs, a big butt, big arms, big pecs, big lats, and washboard abs.
Not being an idiot, Aaron knew something was amiss. No information online explained how he had been able to obtain such extraordinary results in just four months. It didn’t take an expert to see that the results were clearly remarkable, if not unprecedented.
In addition to the changes to Aaron’s body, his face was looking—for lack of a better word—downright hot. His features had matured remarkably, and he wouldn’t have looked out of place on a magazine cover. His skin no longer had any imperfections or blemishes. It glowed in a way that looked almost photo shopped. His jaw and cheeks now looked distinctly chiselled, and his eyes were narrower. Even his hair, which had always been one of his better features, looked lusher and more voluminous.
His cock had also kept growing. Last summer, his dick couldn’t have been much more than 5 inches hard. Now it was over 8 inches in length. His fingers could still close around its width, but only just.
His balls had also grown bigger and were now the size of limes. And they were basically cum factories. No matter how many times Aaron orgasmed each day, his cock would consistently spew generous ropes of his delicious white cum with a geyser of pressure.
And Aaron was downright addicted to the taste of his cum. He would aim his cum shots so as much spunk as possible would land directly in his mouth. Whatever missed his mouth, he would feed himself with one hand, usually while still masturbating with the other.
Aaron basked in the prospect of becoming the fantasy man that he dreamed of. But he felt a deep need to go even further. He needed to be a walking sexual fantasy. He needed to be a sex god.
Admittedly, there was a small corner of Aaron’s brain that was getting worried. He didn’t understand what was happening to his body, but he also had no idea who he could talk to about it. His mom was busy with work, and they didn’t have that kind of a relationship anyway.
But these anxious thoughts rarely lasted. His mind would invariably refocus itself on his sexual desires, and any anxiety would soon wash away.
By this point, many other people had also certainly noticed that “the Aaron Butler kid is hot!” He noticed people looking at him everywhere at school, even occasionally catching surreptitious glances from other guys in the weight room.
While Aaron would often fantasize about ramming his cock down the throats of his jock friends, he was still determined to maintain the illusion that he was straight. He had decided firmly not to let anything happen with any of the guys, as tempted as he was to break his own rules.
Each day, Aaron expended a great deal of self-control so that he would not act on any of his sexual impulses.
Fortunately, there was one development that made Aaron’s life easier in this regard. Aaron was now finding that he could completely control his erections. While he had been almost constantly hard (and constantly trying to hide his hard-ons) during the fall, over Christmas break his cock started responding to whether or not he actually wanted to get hard.
This meant Aaron could simply choose to stay soft while at school or hanging out with his friends, though this obviously did nothing to erase the generous bulge in his pants.
It was around mid-January that Aaron started having sex with girls, because why not?
Getting a textbook out of his locker one Friday afternoon, Aaron was ambushed by Fiona and Rachel. They were typical, popular senior girls. Pretty, athletic, and smart. Aaron also happened to know from Johan that they had each slept with several of the guys on the rugby and hockey teams.
“Hi Aaron,” Fiona said.
“Ah, hey Fiona. Hey Rachel. What’s up?”
“Not enough,” replied Fiona. “We’ve been so bored. My parents are out of town for a trip this week. Thankfully, Rachel here has been good enough to keep me company or else it would just be me alone at home. Her parents are graciously letting her sleep over. We thought it might be fun if you came over after school today to hang out.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see where this was going. He had barely ever spoken with these girls before.
Aaron quickly considered his options. By any objective measure, Fiona and Rachel were smoking hot. They were beautiful and toned. And they both had great breasts and asses. Aaron had never really been attracted to girls before, but now he figured there would be no issues having sex with either or both of them. It’s not as if he wouldn’t be able to get it up. Aaron smiled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Fiona asked.
“Oh nothing. Is there anything you’d particularly like to do while we ‘hang out’?”
Rachel and Fiona exchanged knowing glances.
Rachel smiled and leaned in to whisper in Aaron’s ear, “Let’s just say that we’ve been talking to Casey Michaels on the rugby team, and based on what he’s said we are confident you can entertain us.”
This was basically code for we know you have a really big dick. Casey was one of the guys Aaron often worked out with. Aaron always thought Casey was super cute and, of all the jocks, most likely not to be entirely straight—well it was probably a toss up between him and Johan.
Casey wore tight bodybuilding shorts in eye-catching colours, like pink and lime green, that accentuated his butt and his quads. He had perfectly shaped brows, and there was something about the lingering way he made eye contact that set off Aaron’s gaydar. Also, Casey often showered at the same time as Aaron after their morning workouts. While Casey had many qualities, the ability to subtly check out Aaron’s junk was not one of them.
Aaron smiled, revealing his perfect teeth. “Meet you after school then.”
Aaron texted his mom to tell her he’d be hanging out with a few guys after school to watch the hockey game and that he’d be home late. His mom didn’t text back so he just took that as tacit permission, though he knew that she probably wouldn’t be happy. She generally insisted that he be home by dinnertime every day.
After school, Fiona and Rachel met Aaron by his locker again before walking to the parking lot together. Fiona owned a black Range Rover that looked very expensive. As they got in, Rachel sat in the passenger seat next to Fiona and Aaron sat in the middle of the back seat.
Fiona started the car and they sped out of the parking lot. Aaron was unsurprised when they drove right out of Lakeview.
“Where do you live, Fiona?” Aaron asked.
Rachel cut in, “Her parents built the most beautiful house up in the mountains. It’s gorgeous with a great view of the valley and near the ski resort.”
“It’ll take about 35 minutes to get there,” Fiona added.
Rachel turned around in the passenger seat and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll give you a ride home when we’re done with you.” She winked before turning to face forward and putting some music on the car’s high-end stereo system.
They sped along the highway before turning to go up a smaller road that led up into the mountains. They then took a few more turns and were soon driving slowly along a gravel road which seemed to be some sort of driveway.
After a couple minutes, a big house materialized up ahead through the trees. Aaron’s eyes widened. It was an extremely modern house made almost entirely of stone and glass. The sun was already setting, but the house was beautifully lit with accent lighting and he could see pleasant glow inside through the windows.
Fiona turned the engine off and said smoothly, like at a Shangri-la check-in desk, “Welcome. We trust you will enjoy your stay.”
They got out of the car but rather than go through the large, wooden front doors, Fiona led them around to the back of the house. As Rachel had said, the view was breathtaking. The property overlooked the valley and the sun was just setting. The backyard was clearly professionally landscaped and, like the house itself, was gorgeously appointed with warm accent lights and other modern-looking design features. Next to the house, there was a lanai with seating made out of wood and white fabric. The patio area melded into a large infinity pool that, at its end, abutted seamlessly with glass balustrades that divided the lot from a sharp cliff overlooking the valley.
“The pool is heated so it’s warm enough to swim in all winter,” Fiona said. Aaron didn’t even want to consider how much that would cost.
They then walked inside through glass doors into a large open-space living area with sleek seating, a fluffy white rug, and a lit fireplace in the middle of the room. Off to the side, there was a large kitchen with a big island and professional-looking appliances.
Aaron had hung out at the houses of some of his richer jock friends before, but nothing compared to the effortless elegance of this place.
“Well, Aaron, you’re the guest so I say you choose what we do,” Rachel said with a smile.
While Aaron would have loved to explore the house, he saw no reason to delay. He wasn’t there because of his winning personality. He was there to be their fuckboy for the evening—and that suited him just fine. His cock was hard and ready to go. He was going to be the best fuck these girls ever had. He was going to make them scream from pleasure. They were going to be bragging to their friends about what a fucking sex god he was.
Aaron turned to Rachel, gently grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him. They looked at each other for a split second before they started kissing. Rachel’s tongue gently stroked Aaron’s lips.
Aaron felt a hand on his back and turned around. Fiona was standing there in black lingerie. She grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the large kitchen island which was covered in thick marble with a waterfall edge. Without speaking, Aaron picked Fiona up by the waste and propped her on the edge of the island. He knelt down so he could kiss her thighs, and pulled down her panties to start eating her out. Soon, Fiona was gasping for breath.
Rachel, not to be outdone, got to her knees in front of Aaron and pulled down his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Fiona licked her lips when she saw his magnificent tool. It was bone hard and leaking pre. Without a second thought, she started licking it and taking it in her mouth.
It felt amazing. It was Aaron’s first blow job in many months.
He wanted this.
He needed this.
Thoughts were gone. There was only sensation.
The two girls were turned on beyond belief. They looked at him with absolutely unbridled lust, just like Johan in the weight room months before. It was animalistic. It was pornographic. It was primal.
Within a few minutes, Aaron had taken Fiona over the edge just with just his tongue. She had been wracked with her first orgasm of the night, flailing on the countertop, and she was barely coherent.
“Fucking yes!” Fiona screamed.
Rachel had not been able to fit quite all of Aaron’s dick in her mouth, but by God she was trying her darnedest. After Fiona’s yell, Rachel pulled the cock from her mouth, looked up at Aaron, and managed to say, “It tastes … ah.”
With that, Aaron guided Rachel up off her knees and picked her up off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his abdomen and her arms around his shoulders. His cock rubbed against her. Aaron used his hands to grab her ass cheeks and hold Rachel in place against him. Fiona just contently watched in a state of bliss, still lying on the kitchen island.
Rachel reached down to take hold of Aaron’s hard dick and guided inside her. As she slowly lowered herself down and more of him entered her, she let out a loud moan of ecstasy.
“Oh my fucking God! MMMM, you’re … so … fucking ... BIG!”
When Rachel bottomed out, Aaron smirked at her, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Holding her suspended with his arms, Aaron withdrew almost all of his 7 inches before slamming them back into her, and then repeated the motion over and over again, picking up speed. Soon Aaron’s hips were moving so fast they were almost a blur. Within a few minutes, Rachel was orgasming, but Aaron didn’t stop or slow down. He kept going, as he had trained himself for months, so that she could stay on this pleasure train taking the scenic route.
With seemingly limitless and endless energy, Aaron kept fucking Rachel, only stopping occasionally to move to a new position.
Wave after wave of orgasm hit Rachel. She could barely speak for pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Thought had disappeared. There was just primal sensation.
It was hard to say how much time had passed, but at some point Fiona jumped down off the island and walked over to Aaron. Sensually touching his back with her hands she whispered, “My turn.”
Aaron pulled out of Rachel and gently put her down on the shag carpet in front of the roaring fire. She looked exhausted, but she also eyed Aaron’s dick longingly as he stepped away.
Aaron took Fiona’s hand and led her outside and into the pool. It was incredibly comfortable when they got in, with the water far warmer than the cold January air.
They swam right to the end of the infinity pool which overlooked the cliff. The pool was shallow enough that their feet could touch the bottom. Aaron and Fiona took a moment to look out at the view while Fiona leant her head back against Aaron’s hard pecs. The sun was now completely down, but there were lights twinkling from several buildings in the valley, and the stars were clear and bright.
Aaron wrapped his arms around Fiona, squeezing her large breasts with her hands. Fiona turned her head to look up into Aaron’s eyes and then they were making out, their tongues intertwining.
Aaron’s dick was—predictably—still rock hard and lodged against Fiona’s back. She reached down and positioned at the entrance to her pussy. Aaron slid his cock inside her hungry hole and they both let out a big gasp of pleasure.
Aaron’s thrusting gathered speed. Fiona reached out and grabbed the glass edge of the pool to steady herself. Aaron was now pounding hard as Fiona would push back to meet each thrust.
Fiona was soon screaming into the valley. “Yes, Aaron! Yes! Oh my fucking God. You’re so fucking hot and your cock is so … Oh my god … FUCK!.” She was cumming.
Aaron looked at the hot brunette in front of him. He moaned.
He looked at the gorgeous landscape around him. He moaned.
And he looked down at his own hard muscles which were glistening in the water of the pool. He moaned even louder and licked his lips, “Oh my ... gonna cum!” he blurted out.
“Cum in me you fucking stallion!” Fiona yelled.
And Aaron was. His orgasm lasted for a couple minutes and at no point did he let up pounding into Fiona as his jizz flowed into her and leaked out into the pool.
They were both gasping for breath. Aaron was still hard, but he removed himself from Fiona nonetheless.
They climbed out of the pool and jogged back to the house, the cold air nipping at their skin. It was warm and glowing inside. Rachel was still waiting for them by the crackling fireplace, laying on the soft rug.
Aaron’s dick was obviously still hard.
“Wow you haven’t cum yet?” Rachel asked factually.
“No, he has,” Fiona said while giving Rachel a wide-eyed look.
“Well then,” Fiona said with a smile, “come here and I’ll see if I can help with that.”
Aaron knelt down on the ground and started kissing Rachel. She gently pushed him down so he was lying on his back on top of the shag white rug. She kicked her leg over his torso and guided his dick into her slopping wet hole and started to ride him.
“Save a horse...oh...ride a cowboy,” she managed to joke with a moan escaping her lips.
Aaron reached up and fondled Rachel’s breasts with his hands, while Rachel worked up a good rhythm.
Fiona, not wanting to be excluded again, knelt down on top of Aaron’s face and stuck her wet pussy on top of his mouth. He ravished it.
Fiona and Rachel, both moaning hard, then leaned it to one another and started making out.
And so on it went on for hours, the girls delighting in how Aaron’s cock never seemed to go soft. The three did not break it up until almost midnight. By then, both girls had lost track of how many times they’d orgasmed, and even Aaron was feeling quite satisfied (which is not to say that he couldn’t have kept going).
The three of them fell asleep on the rug by the fire.
While the evening with Fiona and Rachel had definitely been worth it, Aaron knew there would be a price to pay with his mom. Aaron woke up around 5AM to several frantic texts from her.
He woke up Fiona so she could drive him home. At first she was excited, thinking he wanted to “go again,” but her grin quickly faded when he said he needed a ride.
Aaron tried to provide a cogent explanation to his mom for why he hadn’t come home that night or why he didn’t at least text her to say where he was.
“I told you, I fell asleep watching hockey. The guys didn’t wake me up.”
“Okay, Aaron. I believe you. You were with Johan and Casey. But answer me this: what hockey teams were playing last night?”
There was a silent pause.
Aaron was so screwed.
Aaron ended up grounded for a full month. He was only allowed to leave the house for school and his extra-curricular activities (i.e., morning weightlifting). He had to come home right after his last class and he was not allowed to hang out with friends.
And yet despite this, Aaron seemed to be more popular than ever. Perhaps predictably, word had gotten around school that he had “banged the shit out of those Fiona and Rachel chicks.”
What he did not anticipate was the level of detail people seemed to have.
One day Aaron was sitting in the cafeteria with Johan, Casey, and a few other of their jock friends. They were discussing how the school’s rugby team had been flattened in a match by their rival, Klamath Falls High, when suddenly Ryan, the full-back on the Rugby team, turned to Aaron and said, “So are the rumours true?”
“What rumours?” asked Aaron.
“My girlfriend Mia heard in the girl’s restroom that you fucked those Fiona and Rachel girls basically non-stop for over five hours the other night.”
The table went silent and everyone was looking at Aaron expectantly.
“What, are you looking for pointers?” replied Aaron coolly.
Johan laughed. When Aaron glanced at him, he noticed that Johan’s eyes were staring at his crotch.
Alex, another member of the jock club, piped in, “Yeah, I heard something similar from Zoey. Zoey said that Rachel claimed your spunk tasted like...,” Alex leaned in and whispered, “like really good.”
Aaron grinned and said, “My man, I can give you a sample.”
The guys laughed and Casey slapped Aaron on the back.
It suddenly dawned on Aaron: he had status now. Being desirable made him popular.
Given that Aaron was grounded, he didn’t exactly have any immediate opportunities for more sex, despite the glut of willing participants.
Everywhere Aaron went at school—every hallway he went down, every class he sat through, every time he took something out of his locker—he felt stares of desire from his fellow students.
It seemed like every day he was getting another ‘proposal’ from a senior girl, especially the school cheerleaders. Aaron felt objectified, but he didn’t mind. He was popular and he felt closer than ever to being the fantasy—what wasn’t to like?
As February started so too did a new semester. Aaron, along with some of his fellow seniors, had a spare during first period. Most students would use this time to sleep in or get some work done, but Aaron didn’t need either.
Aaron figured that the best use of his time would be in the weight room, not that he needed it really. That Tuesday, he had weighed in at 185 pounds. But he enjoyed the workouts as it made him feel relaxed and focused.
On his first day in this new routine, the other jocks all finished their workouts and the weight room emptied out.
Aaron was at the leg press machine when Casey walked in. Casey smiled and walked towards Aaron, “Hey bud!”
As Casey sauntered over, Aaron couldn’t help but notice how nicely Casey’s legs filled out his pink workout shorts. His quads were thick, his butt looked hot, and there was a noticeable bulge in front.
Gotta love rugby, Aaron thought to himself.
Casey leaned against the leg press and started chatting with Aaron. Casey was cute and easy to talk to. He had longish blond hair that almost crept down to his eyes and that perfectly framed his sharp features.
As Aaron was still sitting in the leg press, he was looking up at Casey and his eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the nicely sized bulge in his shorts.
Does he have a semi?
“Earth to Aaron. Earth to Aaron!” Casey’s voice pulled Aaron back to the present.
“Sorry, what?” Aaron stood up to get out of the exercise machine.
Casey was smirking. Suddenly Aaron realized that they were standing only about a foot from one another. Aaron could feel Casey’s breath on his face.
“I said, would you like to hang out on Friday, just the two of us? We could see a movie...or something.” Casey winked in a way which was not subtle.
Aaron’s stomach dropped. Did Casey know? Did he just give himself away by staring at Casey’s crotch? Or had Casey figured it out another way?
Given Aaron’s sudden look of fear, the smile on Casey’s face quickly transformed into a look of concern. Casey was about to say something else when suddenly the door to the weight room opened with a bang.
“There you are!” exclaimed Rachel. Fiona was right behind her.
Aaron and Casey casually and almost imperceptibly moved away from one another as they greeted the girls.
“Um, Aaron can we talk to you for a minute? In private?” asked Fiona.
Aaron shrugged at Casey and walked out of the weight room with the girls ahead of him. As they entered the original gym building. Fiona looked around and clearly decided it wasn’t private enough.
“In here,” she said.
She took Aaron’s hand and pulled him into the empty girl’s change room.
“So what’s up?” Aaron asked.
Fiona and Rachel looked at each other.
Fiona started, “There’s something important we have to tell you and, well, it’s quite complicated so first...”
“We’re both pregnant,” Rachel interjected calmly.
Aaron’s anxiety, which had already been high due to what Casey had said, ramped up even further. It felt like his chest was going to explode.
Seeing the look on his face, Fiona quickly said, “No, don’t worry. It’s nobody’s fault. I mean, obviously you didn’t wear a condom, but we didn’t think to ask since we’re both on the pill.”
“It’s just really bad luck” Rachel added. “I mean, both of us!”
Aaron was still gobsmacked, but started to recover. “Well, I’m here for you both if...”
Rachel cut him off, “No, Aaron. We just wanted to tell you that we’re both going to terminate the pregnancies. I’m going to Harvard next year, and Fiona just got into Julliard. Neither of us are throwing that shit away. It’s sad but, well, it is what it is.”
“I respect whatever choices you both make.”
“Oh, shut up.” Rachel said with a small smile.
“And seriously, if you need anything at all I’m here for you.”
“Well, there is one thing you could do for us...” Fiona said while making meaningful eye contact with Rachel. She put her hand on Aaron’s still sweaty neck and pulled him in for a kiss. At first Aaron was surprised, but he quickly let himself go and returned the kiss with intensity.
Aaron then felt Fiona pulling down his workout shorts and her warm mouth engulfing his hard cock.
Aaron moaned hard into Rachel’s mouth as she bit his lip and as Fiona savoured the taste of Aaron’s pre.
What happened with Rachel and Fiona was a wakeup call for Aaron. He knew the statistical likelihood of getting two girls pregnant in one go—both of whom were on birth control—was very, very low.
There was a side of Aaron that was turned on by the thought that he was so virile that he could get any woman pregnant. But he was not an idiot; there was no way he wanted to have a kid at eighteen. His fall transcripts had just been forwarded to the universities he applied to, and he was optimistic that he could get off the waitlist at UCLA. So Aaron decided no more sex with women.
Casey had also not broach a second time the idea of the two of them hanging out alone.
By the end of February, Aaron was becoming downright unhappy. While he had continued to gain muscle and his cock had continued to grow—it was over 9 inches—Aaron was deeply feeling the misery of the closet.
What the hell was the point of being a sex god if you can’t have sex with anyone?
One Saturday morning, Aaron was sitting alone in his room jerking off. He had already cum a couple times that day and was watching one of his favourite porn clips. One of the muscular guys was getting his ass pounded and screaming out, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah …yeaaah, oh my gawd!”
Aaron’s cell phone chimed. It was a text from Johan. Aaron picked up his phone, while continuing to massage his meaty cock.
Johan: “Hey, what’s up?”
At that moment it was like a dam broke in Aaron’s head. He didn’t want to control himself any longer. He didn’t give a fuck.
Aaron started breathing very heavily. He suddenly felt warm and sweaty as his scent filled the room, intermingling with the smell of his cum.
All he wanted was to have sex with men, preferably with his jock friends. He wanted to do it now, and he didn’t care what the consequences were at school.
Hell, he was getting so muscular and strong that he doubted even the douchiest of the jocks would be able to do much about it.
Aaron pointed the phone camera down at his six pack and his erect cock which was visibly leaking a large amount of pre-cum. He started recording a video and resumed rubbing the head of his engorged cock which felt harder than it had ever felt before—it was almost turning a shade of purple.
Although he could have held off, he wanted to make a show of it for the video—he allowed himself to ejaculate, shooting huge amounts of cum all over himself and the phone. It lasted for over a minute and he was so turned on that he didn’t even realize that he was calling out, just like the guy getting pounded in the video that was still playing in the background, “Yeah! Yeah! Aw yeaas!”
With that, Aaron stopped recording the video. He added a caption and, without a second thought, hit send.
And then there was a sudden knock on the door and it opened simultaneously, “Hey sweetie, did you call for me? I heard a noise and …” Aaron’s mom stopped dead in her tracks, taking in the scene. There was her son, lying naked on the bed with his cock rock-hard and semen all over him. His muscles were glinting from sweat and his face was flush. Porn was playing on a laptop next to him.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, taking in a large breath, but then she closed her mouth. Her expression changed and her posture relaxed.
“Honey, I didn’t realize you’ve become such a stud.”
Aaron was paralyzed. On the one hand, he was mortified that his mom had walked in on him like this. On the other hand, he was still super aroused. It was not lost on him that she had just described her own son as a “stud,” and he recognized that look in her eyes. It was precisely the same look that Johan had given him all those months ago the first time they worked out together in the weight room. The same look that Fiona and Rachel had given him...
Aaron’s mind was going a mile a minute and he made several inferences very quickly.
This isn’t normal. This has something to do with my body, how aroused I am, and my scent. And I don’t want to have sex with my fucking mom!
“Mom, could you please give me some privacy for a couple minutes and I’ll meet you downstairs?”
Her facial expression changed. She no longer looked like she was about to jump him, rather she looked a bit confused and perhaps even ashamed. She nodded and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
Aaron cleaned himself up and threw on some clothes. He then stared at himself in the mirror. His mind was still racing and observations from the last few months were flashing through his mind.
He thought about all the freakish changes to his body, his muscles, his cock.
He thought about breaking into Joey’s house and lying to him.
He thought about how badly Johan had wanted to suck him off.
He thought about how surreally delicious his cum tasted.
He thought about how little he was sleeping.
And he thought about how easy it had been to make friends with a bunch of dumb, athletic jocks, and become one of the most popular kids in school.
Aaron left his room and went down the stairs. His mom was sitting at the dining room table.
“Honey, I’m sorry,” she was clearly embarrassed by what had just happened and looked a bit confused. “That was, um.” She took another pause. “We don’t have to talk about this any more than you want to, but I just want you to know that you shouldn’t feel at all embarrassed or ashamed. It’s totally normal for teenage boys to discover their body’s needs and explore them. In fact, it’s a good thing.”
“Thanks mom,” Aaron said.
They sat in silence for a moment.
His mom spoke next, “I’m also sorry I walked into your room without your permission.”
And, despite everything, Aaron saw a window of opportunity, “I get it mom. But sometimes it feels like we’re basically on top of each other in this small house. Sometimes what I really need is privacy. I know it’s all we can afford right now though.”
“Oh honey, you’re right. I do need to give you more space.”
“I think you can probably tell that I’ve been feeling a bit cooped up. I’m in my senior year. It might be good for me and for us if I had a bit more freedom. Let me hang out with friends more. My marks have been great. You can trust me.”
Aaron’s mom nodded. “Okay, honey. Just text me so I know where you are and if you’re going to be home late or are going to sleep at a friend’s.”
There was another pause.
“Aaron,” his mom asked, as if she just couldn’t hold it in, “do you want to talk about …”
“Oh yeah, I’m gay. Or bi. I don’t know, it’s confusing.”
When Aaron got back to his bedroom, he breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t really expected his mom to have a problem with his being attracted to men; she voted for Bernie Sanders, after all.
But the conversation had gone unrealistically well. By the end, she had even told him that he was free to bring guys back to the house and, if he wanted, she could stay at a hotel for the night if he gave her some notice.
He checked his cell phone, which was still lying on the bed. There was a missed a text from Johan.
Johan: Mine too 🍆
Aaron smirked and looked up at his reflection in the mirror, but his reflection was not smiling back at him.
“I think it’s time we talked,” his reflection said.
Aaron did a double take.
Presumably, most of us would find it discombobulating to, one day, see our reflection speaking to us in the mirror, and Aaron was no different in this regard.
“What the flying fuck? Uh, who...why are...I don’t…what?”
Aaron’s reflection responded, “As much as I’m enjoying watching your brain explode, perhaps it would be helpful if you shut the fuck up for a second so I can introduce myself. I’m you, or at least a part of you. For simplicity, you can call me Ace.”
It was as if Ace was speaking inside Aaron’s head.
“As I think you’ve probably gathered by now, you’ve been exposed to a small amount of a highly experimental and potent drug that was designed to turn men into super soldiers. That was Joey’s doing—yes, Joey. The Cerulean Project, as it was called, purportedly failed, and the U.S. Government wanted nearly everyone involved dead.”
This was a lot of information for Aaron to take in, but he’d seen the webpages on his laptop. It was like being told that the Harry Potter books are real and that you’re a wizard except you have a split personality and the Ministry of Magic wants you dead—so kind of like The Order of the Phoenix.
“Project Cerulean,” Aaron muttered quietly. “You’ve been using my laptop when I’m asleep.”
“Ding, ding, ding! Yes, we needed to know. During the original experiments, the Cerulean Serum transformed the minds of young men into psychotic and highly manipulative beings. It was like their will was taken over by an alien force. But that doesn’t seem to be happening with you. There’s some sort of barrier...”
Ace put his hand against the glass as if caressing the inside of the mirror.
“These past few months your mind has continued to exist. And I’m here. I can perhaps exercise some influence over your desires and your pheromones...”
“My what?” Aaron interjected.
Ace continued as if he had not heard Aaron, “But, on the whole, you seem to be in control, which may mean you’re the most successful subject of Project Cerulean ever.”
“I think you’re going to need to start at the beginning.”
Ace broke from his reveries and looked at Aaron, speaking now with a business-like tone.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have all the answers. Perhaps it’s that you were exposed to such a very small amount of Joey’s blood. And Joey must have had some other chemical compounds in his blood to arrest his development into an Ultra. Or maybe it has something to do with the version of the Serum you were exposed to. Or maybe you’re just a good man Charlie Brown, how the fuck should I know?”
“Okay,” Aaron replied. “Well, then tell me. The way I have been changing, my mind—how much of that has been you?”
Ace smiled, “I’m glad you’re keeping up. Well, I’d say that has been mostly you. Sure, I’ve nudged you here and there, planted some useful ideas. Ultras need to train their bodies to stay healthy after all. And you’re coming along swimmingly, if I do say so myself. In addition to your now hyper-athletic body and juicy cock, you must realize the degree of your intelligence, and especially your social intelligence. How else would you have had such an easy time bonding with a bunch of moron, high school jocks? Oh, and getting your own mom to agree to vacate the house whenever you want to bring someone over—I still don’t understand how you managed that one—ha!”
Aaron thought this over for a second before asking, “How much of this is me being ‘persuasive’ and how much is it—what did you say before—you controlling my ‘pheromones?’”
“Well, if you have any doubts about whether I have your best interests at heart or if I’m just fucking with you, let me speak plainly. I have been carefully controlling your pheromones since September in accordance with your wishes. I’ve been releasing them on a very low level just to increase everyone’s attraction to you—to make you more likeable—but I’ve only let them truly rip once or twice and at your direction.”
“Like with Johan in the weight room on my second day??
“Very good, Aaron. Yes, you wanted him so I gave him to you. When someone gets a full blast, they’ll completely lose control of their inhibitions, and would do literally anything for you. I mean, it wouldn’t take much with you anyways given that you’ve become a walking, talking sex god.”
“Have I fully transformed? Is this my final state?”
“Oh no. I don’t know how much bigger you’ll get, but being exposed to the Serum through someone else’s blood is clearly a slow burn. And I’m certain there’ll be a few more surprises along the way.”
This information was understandably pretty overwhelming for Aaron. But there was one thing he knew he needed immediately.
“So what do you want then?” asked Aaron.
“Me? I want what’s best for you obviously! Presumably, that means keeping you away from capture and destruction by U.S. Government fuckwads. I’d like to keep you alive for as long as possible, which is also something we’ll need to talk about...”
“So you’re just looking out for me? Like an altruistic big brother?” Aaron felt skeptical.
“Well, not completely altruistic. At the end of the day, I am you and you are me. Your emotions are my emotions. Your pain is my pain. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Don’t you want to live the good life, however long it may be in the end?”
With this, Ace grabbed his big cock—the reflection of Aaron’s—and started stroking it with abandon. The pleasure was so intense that Aaron half sat, half fell backwards into his desk chair.
Aaron’s hands were holding onto the chair for dear life, but in the mirror Ace was now stroking his dick with both hands.
Aaron looked into the mirror. He couldn’t help but admire Ace’s big pec muscles and arms, his big legs, his cut abs, and his mouthwatering cock. And all of these were Aaron’s...
Aaron made eye contact with Ace. And then Ace spoke and it was if his words were reverberating deep in Aaron’s soul.
“We could have anything we want, Aaron. There’s no government looking over your shoulder. No Control Serum to make sure you stay human. With this mind, this body, this fucking cock! Money is no object. You don’t have to work. You could spend the rest of your life in a constant fucking orgy. You could be an actual sex god with legions of followers. Rachel and Fiona, that’s just the beginning. And your cum, people will crave it, be addicted to it, do anything for it. And soon it’ll do even more than that!”
And then Ace leaned over in the mirror and took all of his cock into his mouth.
The feeling for Aaron was unreal and extreme. Although nothing was touching his cock, it felt like the warmest and most sensuous tongue was wrapping around it.
Aaron literally couldn’t even keep his eyes open, the sensation was so intense.
And suddenly Aaron and his reflection were both cumming fountains.
The pleasure cascaded in waves so strong Aaron thought his mind would break apart.
When Aaron finally opened his eyes, he was entirely covered in his own spunk. The amount was easily a new record for him.
The next morning, Aaron walked into the weight room a little after 7 a.m. The normal crew was scattered around doing their exercises, about a dozen guys in total. Johan was spotting Casey at the bench press as Johan attempted a new PR.
Aaron closed the door behind him. He was resolved.
Let it rip, Ace.
Aaron stripped off his short and his shorts (he wasn’t wearing underwear, as usual).
And suddenly the attention of every single guy in that room turned to Aaron. The look on their faces was somewhere between shear lust and the look of being punched in the gut.
Aaron walked over to Johan who was now sitting up on a bench, slack jawed. Aaron not so gently grabbed Johan’s chin with his hand, lifting it up so they could make eye contact.
“Are you ready to get your brains fucked out?”
Johan grabbed Aaron’s hand and started licking it and taking it into his mouth, all the while staring into Aaron’s eyes.
Aaron looked around the room. All the guys had stripped off their clothing. Some were making out. Others were masturbating just to the sight of Aaron.
Moans started to fill the cavernous space.
Aaron forcefully flipped Johan over so he was leaning parallel to the bench with his hands against it. As Aaron pulled off Johan’s shorts, he glanced over at Casey who was still standing on the other side of the barbell but now with his hard cock in his hands.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?”
Casey smiled and walked around behind Aaron. He started kissing and caressing Aaron’s back.
Johan whispered, “Please, Aaron. Fuck me, please.”
And Aaron plunged his hard cock deep into Johan. Johan gasped. “Oh my, oh my, oh my...” And Aaron then started thrusting into Johan.
Johan’s cock was rock hard and dripping precum. He moaned and moaned, and a few incoherent words would occasionally slip from his mouth, such as “hung dick in me” or “so full” and of course the classic “oh my fucking God!”
By this point, the other guys in the room had all circled around Aaron. Some were still making out, while others were sucking each other off like paid professionals.
Casey’s worship of Aaron’s muscles suddenly stopped. Aaron glanced behind him to see Casey lining up his cock for the plunge.
“Come on!” Aaron moaned. And Casey rammed his respectably sized cock into Aaron’s thick ass.
This was a pleasure Aaron had never felt before.
It was like all the extreme feelings emanating from his cock had suddenly been ratcheted up exponentially.
Fucking feels better when you’re getting fucked.
Casey smiled devilishly and started matching his thrusts with Aarons (and Johan’s).
And soon Johan was squirting cum all over himself. Aaron clenched his muscular glutes, and Casey was soon screaming as he went over the edge as well.
Aaron quickly pulled out of Johan and roughly pushed Casey against the bench, slipping his still hard dick into Casey’s ass. Casey cried out and his face was now pressed directly against the cum-covered bench which he started cleaning with his tongue.
Aaron increased the tempo of his thrusts so his hips were almost a blur.
I’m going to cum in every one of these fucking jocks.
“Who wants to fuck my ass next?”