Paying Tuition

By FanTCMan

Another old one dug up from my archive and dusted offÖ

Well, I went today to start the experiment. Finally talked Randy into signing up, too, so it should be more fun with someone I know going through it. Thanks God the pay is good, even if they do hold out half of it till the end, to make sure we stick with it and finish. I think itís going to be kind of weird. None of us even knows what to expect. Something about male sexuality. I think itís supposed to be like some kind of steroid substitute that builds lean muscle mass with none of the dangerous side effects. Weíre not even supposed to work out, because they want to judge its effectiveness on its own. They did say we can expect there will be some side effects other than the growth and development of lean muscle mass, having to do with other male sex characteristics, probably both psychological and physical, but nothing dangerous. It all has to do with hormonal stimulation and some altering of genetic patterning. Whatever. I think there might be a hundred guys that are pretty lucky to be going to UCLA right now.

So, anyway, we go over there to the science building, Randy and I. We got ourselves scheduled back to back. I went first, since it was my idea. First the doctor, who is this real young guy, grad student, major muscle dude, says heís going to start me off with a shot, to prep me. He gives me a shot in the arm, and then, while heís telling me that heíll be meeting with each of us like this once a week, I start to feel all stoned, like he gave me some strong anesthetic that doesnít put you to sleep, just takes away any pain and makes you kind of like hypnotized. He probably could have done anything to me. He tells me to get undressed, and I do, and he takes a bunch of pictures of me naked. Then he says heíd like to take some shots of me with an erection, if I wouldnít mind, and just because he said it, my dick gets hard, and he takes more pictures. It was kind of strange, but I didnít really mind. It was like, you know, if this is part of it, well . . . Anyway, then he has me lie down on the table. He says he has to give me a few more shots. Iím lying back but watching him, and he takes another needle and gives me like four little shots, all around the base of my dick. And I guess because of that other stuff, the first shot, Iím just watching him hold my stiff dick and shoot whatever into it and thinking, hmm, interesting. Then he gets another syringe, and now he gives me a shot in each of my balls. No shit. Big shots, too. I could feel the liquid going in, like he shot as much as he could in each one, and I could tell it must hurt, but I didnít feel the pain, if that makes any sense. Then he said I could get dressed. He asked if I had any questions. He told me he didnít want to talk about what I should expect, in the way of reactions, because he didnít want to corrupt the findings. But he would be checking with me each week on whatever I felt or experienced. While he talked, I started feeling normal again. It was almost like what had just happened was a dream. Except I could feel a tenderness in my balls.

I also remember thinking that his lab coat looked like it might pop the buttons on the chest or rip in the sleeves every time he bent his arms because he was so muscular. Really massive. He didnít wear a T-shirt under it, and even though his chest was covered, from what I could see, with dark hair that grew all the way up to his neck, I could still see through his hair that he had such a deep crease between his pecs that it almost looked like cleavage. I got a little bit of a rush, like standing on the edge of a cliff. Was his musclebound physique a result of whatever he was giving to us? It was supposed to be some kind of steroid substitute, after all. I didnít know if I was afraid or excited. Both, I think. But when I went out and told Randy it was his turn, I know I had a big grin on my face, and I wouldnít tell him what was going to happen. I wanted to compare notes when he was done.

So when he was done, we went and had some coffee and laughed about what the doctor did. We talked some about how massive he was, and what if thatís what this stuff was going to do to us, but we figured we just had to wait and see, no point worrying now about it. And besides, there were ninety-eight other guys at this school that would be going through the same thing. Then we came home and both started our journals, which weíre supposed to keep.

* * * * *

Feel good this morning. Balls still kind of swollen, but they donít really hurt, just real sensitive. So much energy

* * * * *

Today, full of energy again. Like I could run a hundred times around the track and bench a thousand pounds. Balls still sensitive, still swollen. Yesterday, got so horny in the afternoon, I came back to the room and had to jack off. Good thing Randy didnít come back at the same time, although I did lock the door. Anyway, I donít know what the doctor shot into my dick, but I have never had such a stiff hard-on in my life. It was unbelievable. Jacking off never felt so good, and cumming, Jesus, I shot a load like Iíd been saving it up for a month, and it felt so amazing Iím totally hard again right now thinking about it.

* * * * *

Man, whatever this is they gave us is weird. Still absolutely buzzing with energy today, balls just as sensitive and swollen, and getting these rock hard erections more and more. Yesterday Randy and I were in the room talking about it. Heís got the same thing happening. Anyway, just talking about it, we both got totally hard sitting there. When I say totally hard, I mean itís like no kind of hard-on youíve ever had before. Suddenly we both find ourselves pulling off our jeans and briefs and showing each other these boners and jacking off together. And the thing is, it was kind of hot. I didnít say anything to Randy, but it felt hot to let him see me do it and to watch him, too. Iím kind of getting into the way this feels, all the energy, and getting hard all the time, even the way my balls are still swollen. I noticed yesterday walking around that I was always feeling them, you know, aware of them in my pants. I donít remember ever walking around being aware all the time of my balls and my dick in my pants. Maybe itís because of how theyíre swollen up and so sensitive. But it felt kind of good, I mean kind of sexy, somehow. I like that. I like feeling sexy. I guess Iím good looking enough, and Iíve always worked out, so I know Iíve got a nice defined bod for a skinny guy, but this is different. Feels good. I like it.

* * * * *

This morning I woke up so hard I couldnít get up with Randy lying there awake and watching me. We talked for a while, lying in bed, which we never do, and finally got around to talking about the stuff, and it turned out he was just like me, totally hard and horny, and waiting for it to go away long enough to get to the bathroom and do something about it, which it wouldnít do. So I said, come on, let me see, and we both got up and stood there in our underwear, laughing at our dicks, which were so stiff they made our briefs stick out. I told Randy it looked like he had a pair of big fuckin nuts, too, and he said it was because of how they were still swollen up, but he said it would be kind cool if they stayed like that. I told him I agreed, it felt hot to have bigger balls. Funny thing was, I liked looking at Randy that way, and I liked him looking at me. I think he did too. So after we stood there a couple minutes, looking, we got naked and jacked off together again. Felt really hot, jacking off with another guy, a good looking jock like Randy. Anyway, all day I was so aware of my swollen balls and my dick, always feeling them in my pants, and really getting to like that feeling. Iím kind of learning to control my erections, too. My dick always feels like it wants to cum, to get hard and cum, like itís always ready, but i can keep it from getting totally hard most of the time, like walking around campus. But itís weird, because that feeling never goes away. Itís like being super horny and hot all the time, so when youíre just standing and talking to someone, your mind is always on that hot dick in your pants. Wow. My hot dick. Never of thought of it like before. So Randy and I went out tonight and got some beers, and talked about this shit, and pretty soon, we got so hot again, we came back to the room so we could jack off together. Much more fun than doing it alone. And I really wanted to get naked with Randy, and see him naked again. Heís like the same, too, and he tells me he thinks I look really good naked. Well, so does he I tell him. He tells me he always wished he had black pubes and pit hair like I do, and I told him I always wished I had blond hair like him, that I thought dark blond pubes looked really good on a dude. Couldnít believe we were talking about that, both of us just hanging out together with raging hard-ons. But after five days, no muscle to speak of. As long as we were doing this, it would be cool to get some muscle. So we stared flexing, joking around, and started wrestling each other on the floor, and our stiff dicks were hitting against each other, and we were grabbing each other, and then all of a sudden, we were lying on top of each other, rolling around, and it felt so hot, we started kissing. We kissed a lot, and we felt each otherís bods and dicks and everything, and then, instead of jacking off like usual, we did it to each other, real slow and sexy, and kissed and touched the whole time, and it was fucking hot. We did it like four times before we went to sleep.

* * * * *

Today we woke up hard again, only this time we just got in bed together and jacked each other off. Randy swears he feels beefier somehow, and also that his dick is bigger, too. No shit. I know what he means, but I just think itís wishful thinking and the way this stuff makes you feel so sexy and hot and into your masculinity, which of course means your dick. And anyway, we were hard all day. Since it was Saturday, we kept the door locked and didnít go anywhere. We stayed naked all day. We couldn't stop kissing and touching, and we got so into our bods that we kissed each other all over. I wanted to bury my face in Randyís pits and pubes, he was so hot to me, and I was to him, too. We jacked off a couple times, and realized we could stay hard and keep going. We agreed to try sucking each other off, and that was totally hot. We did that a bunch of times to each other. Then we thought, what the fuck, why not, fuck, that is. So we took turns doing that too. Our dicks were raw by the time we went to bed, to sleep, I mean.

* * * * *

Sunday, day of rest. Right. I think Randyís right. I do feel beefier. My T-shirt felt smaller. My jeans, too. And maybe heís right about our dicks. Canít see much different, but it just feels like Iím packing more meat. Randy and I are totally in lust with each other. Pretty funny, for two straight jocks.

* * * * *

Second ‚Äúmeeting‚ÄĚ I knew what to expect, I thought, but WHOA. I walk in and Mr. Muscles doesnít even say anything, he just gives me that shot, and I was gone in seconds. I mean, I knew everything that was going on, but I was like in another world, totally stoned out and like hypnotized. Then he tells me to undress, takes pictures, my dick is raging hard in seconds, he measures it, and says yeah, itís working well. He tells me to get up on the table, and just like before, he gives me a bunch of little shots right into the base of my dick and then he gives me those big old shots right into my balls. Only this time Iím thinking, cool. They felt even bigger this time, too. I could feel it in my balls, and there was so much of it. And this time it felt like some kind of pure man juice. I donít know how to describe it, but it felt like my balls were full of something that felt like pure masculinity. Then he told me to roll over, and he spread my ass cheeks apart, and I just let him, and he gave me some more shots right into my asshole. And whatís totally weird was that I liked it. It felt good, him doing that, playing with my ass. Then he asks me if I have any questions before I leave. I did. I asked him when the muscle thing would start if this was supposed to be like steroids. He says, it already has, but my body had to adjust, get my hormones really working. I should really begin to see and feel a difference now. I told him how my balls had been all swollen since the last time, asked when would the swelling go down. He asked didnít I like having big nuts, and I told him yeah, it felt pretty cool, but I like couldnít get my mind off my crotch. Then he told me, they werenít swollen. They were just bigger, to handle the hormone overload, and they were going to be bigger still, maybe a lot bigger before this was done. That was part of it. That, and some other interesting side effects. He asked if I was aware that my dick was a quarter of an inch longer than last week. That blew me away. But he said that was going to be part of the ride, too, and he was sure I would get used to it and learn to like it. I told him I already did. By the time I got dressed, that stuff was wearing off, and I just felt normal, except for my balls, which felt like they were loaded full of some kind of dynamite. He laughed and said I got that right. So I waited while Randy had his turn. But while I was waiting, I could feel my balls in my pants, only way more than before. Man power, Iím telling you. Big time man power in my pants. When Randy came out, we walked around campus a while, just feeling so hot. We both joked about how people were looking at us like we were some big studs, and how we felt like big studs, too. Really packing some meat, you know? But it just kept getting stronger. We were looking at each other, and all we wanted to do was get naked and check it out. Randyís butt looked so hot in his shorts. And weíre both feeling beefy all of a sudden. So we went to our room, and man, we were all over each other. Iím fucking in love with his bod, man, his dick, his balls, his hot butt, I even love his pits and his blond pit hair. I love the feel of his rough whiskers on me when we kiss. I love his hands on me. I love the feel of his body. Heís hard and cut and such a fucking jock stud. We got into it so hot we were like a couple of stud animals in heat. Fuck. So much dick sucking, so much hard fucking. I mean hard, deep, hot fucking. We couldnít cum enough. Kinda hope that part slows down a little. Donít know how Iíll concentrate on school.

* * * * *

Fuck, man. Iím going to have to skip days. Canít concentrate long enough to study and write in here every day. That is some powerful shit. Swollen balls, big and hot feeling, dick feeling fatter and bigger in my pants, and muscles are starting to grow. You can really see it. Got some pecs on me, and my arms got those big veins down my biceps, and my biceps feel thick and they bunch up when I bend my arm. It looks hot. Feels hot. T-shirts are tight and we look like workout dudes, real gym rats. We can tell the other guys doing this, too. We keep seeing these dudes around campus that are getting muscular real fast, and you can also tell by how they walk, like theyíre carrying around some serious man meat in their pants. They all look extremely hot. And weíre always looking at them and they look at us, and I know thereís lust happening. I know weíll get together one day soon. Man, I just want to rip off their clothes and get into hot sex with all of them, and so does Randy.

* * * * *

Had the third meeting today. The muscle guyís name is Ken. Afterward, Randy and I went back to our room and got into some Lycra shorts and T-shirts. Just felt so hot, we wanted to dress so anyone could see our big nuts and dicks. More than just a quarter inch this week. It gained almost a half inch, and it really is getting thicker. But other stuff, too. I have to shave twice a day all of a sudden, although I canít be bothered, and I kind of like the heavy stubble. Randy too. All the guys. And both of us got our pubes kind of going wild, getting thicker, growing bigger, like my groin got way hairier all of a sudden, and it spread between my legs and up into my crack, and now my buttís starting to get hairy. Randyís too. Itís got to be the man power stuff, because it feels so masculine. Weíve got our faces in each otherís butts all the time now, at least when we arenít sucking dick or fucking. And man, fucking with my dick getting big like this is great. And getting it in the butt with Randyís big one is so hot, too. I hope it gets bigger and bigger, so I can feel it so fucking big in me, and him shoving it so deep. And also, the muscle thing. Itís happening for sure, and pretty fast now. So we walk around now, and everyoneís freaking over how we look and how we wear clothes so anyone can see. Who wouldnít?

* * * * *

Fourth meeting. Ken says thereís a party for all of us Saturday. He figures weíll be ready to blow off some steam by then. Man, this is getting great. Three weeks, and Iíve got arms, man, and pecs. My jeans are so tight from the size of my legs and my butt, and my shirts are like that too. Arms getting fucking muscular, man, and pecs. My abs are like steel and all ripped, and my pecs are getting really nice, really thick and big. Can feel my lats getting wider, too, pushing my arms out. But Christ, do I feel like a stud. And I love looking at Randy. Heís so fucking hot. Love muscles, man. Fucking love them.

* * * * *

Party last night. Yesterday, we started getting hair on our chests and abs. It just showed up, little tiny hairs sprinkled all over, but like just perfect on our pecs and abs. In fact, weíre starting to get hairy the way Ken is. You can just see it on us, but it is great, and it looks so hot, and it feels even hotter. The party was at a small private hotel that this rich guy owns who is a friend of Kenís and has obviously done what weíre doing. We had the whole place, and there were a bunch of Kenís friends, all muscle dudes, all very hot guys, and a hundred of us. Man. The clothes were off in minutes, and the whole party was so wild. Never seen so much man power in one place, all getting hair, all getting muscles, all getting big dicks and big balls! Man. My dick and asshole are sore, but what a great sore. Those shots in the asshole make us be able to stay tight but also stretch to handle the big dicks weíre getting. Did we ever handle them. All night long. Today, word is all over campus, and theyíre all saying that Kenís muscle boys are all queer. Weird, because we all feel so incredibly masculine that what we do doesnít feel queer at all, just hot the way only guys can be. But none of us care. Only I don't know how any of us are going to get any school work done. All these other people are coming up to us all the time, want to get to know us, you know? Itís amazing how many straight boys like to get it on with a muscle hunk with a big dick and a big pair of balls.

* * * * *

Fifth session, four weeks, and Ken says we should be all cooked, as he put it, by the party Saturday. To be honest, I donít know how much bigger he can get us. But I guess weíll see. I canít wear any of my old clothes. I just wear stretch shorts, we all do, and tank tops, and I canít crack a book. No time. Just sex. I mean, I run into one of the guys, and we look at each other, and the next thing you know, weíre looking for a place to get it on. So fucking big man. My muscles are fucking huge, and I love it. And hairy. Man. Canít think about anything but guysí bodies, muscle, hairy muscle, big dick, man.

* * * * *

Party. This time, we got there, and there were a hundred new guys, freshmen, like us. I guess they had a thousand guys apply to do the experiment. But they only took a hundred, one for each of us to be big brother to. They all had their first session, and they were primed for it. So now, we get to watch our little brothers go through it, teach them the ropes. And then, when theyíre done, he says he might do two hundred, so we can all have a boy to watch and teach. Thing is, one thing that stuff did, it made us so into it, that none of us could do school any more, so weíre all moving into the hotel, and heís making it a kind of resort. And when he has to, heíll open another one and spread it around. I think heís creating a new race of guys. But speaking for myself, and Randy too, because heís still my number one fuck bud, I could turn a new boy into one of us once a month forever. Man, watch those muscles and dicks grow, watch those boys fall in love with their big fucking balls and dicks and muscles, just like us. Always a new boy, a hot little fuck, just hungry for my huge, hung, hot muscle bod, and SO hungry to grow. . . •


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