Machine, The


By Silvio Censali

Jerome hurried back to the lab, knowing deep down inside that something had happened. I never should have left Trevor alone in there, he thought as he hurried down the stairs to the underground lab the University had practically forgotten about in its pursuit to create taller and more concrete looking buildings. I should have made him come with me to fix the Engineering departments computer. If anything wild has happened, this is all my fault. Jerome quickly walked down the hallway to the lab door and threw it open with a bang. The lab was completely quiet. Jerome walked in slowly and looked around for Trevor.

'Trevor! You in here? Trevor!' Jerome walked over to the Machine and made sure everything was all right. None of the dials or buttons had been touched, and the 'watermelon' was still on the old medical table underneath the laser. Jerome breathed a sigh of relief. Trevor had probably gotten tired of waiting for him to come back and had gone home to watch some of his porno's before going to bed. Jerome was positive that that was where Trevor had to be.

'Ive been working too hard,' Jerome said outloud as he turned off the Machine and began to cover it up with old bed sheets; 'I should just go home and sleep for a couple of hours. Maybe get something to eat...'

'I was wondering when you were getting back!'

Jerome turned around as the deep baritone called out to him. In the semi-dark, Jerome was positive that he had died and gone to jerk-off heaven. Now, Jerome did not consider himself gay to the full extent of the word. He considered himself a worshiper of the male form. He thought it was incredible that the male body could look so rugged and fit and be extremely sexy all at the same time. What Jerome saw standing before him made his 4 inch cock stand instantly at attention.

In front of Jerome stood a dark, Italian looking stud in skintight short and a university T-shirt that was too small and revealed some of his hairy and ribbed stomach. He had to be at least 6'3' tall with long shoulder length ebony hair, ice-blue eyes, a wonderfully erotic five o'clock shadow, lips that were thin but full all at the same time, and a nose that every Roman emperor on a coin would be in envy of; and that was only his. The stud's body put the statue of David to shame! His chest had to be at least 49 inches wide, but his waist could only have been about 32 inches, and none of it was fat at all. His arms looked like two thick tree trunks averaging 19-20 inches each, and his legs, well they were so tight and muscular that Jerome was sure he was either going to squirt right in his pants or get onto his knees and begin worshipping right there one the spot. Jerome looked the stud over and as his eyes fell on the crotch of his pants, Jerome knew the stud was a stallion! The guys cock bulged the seams of the already tight shorts until it looked like they were going to burst. The cocks out line looked to be about 8 inches long and it wasn't hard at all, and his balls looked like there were two lemons squashed in there along with the Italian sausage this guy must call a cock! There was only one thing Jerome had one his mind. He wanted to suck this guys cock so bad it hurt. He wanted to get it all the way down his throat and taste what real power must be!

'Im pretty hot, aren't I?' The stud's voice was deep and soothing, almost musical.

'You're a fucking , god! That's what you are!' Jerome was shocked when the stud looked at him and laughed.

'You want to touch me, don't you? You want to make sure Im not just one of your perverted dreams, don't you?'

'Ah ha...' Jerome could barely speak. His cock was hard and his mouth was dry.

'Come over here then.' Jerome stepped over to the stud like a sonabulous, not sure anymore if this was real or just a wild dream. If it was, he prayed to god he was in a coma so this would go on forever. 'Go on. Touch me.'

Jerome did as he was told. He took his hand and put it lightly on the stud's chest, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath. 'I can't believe you're even human!' Jerome began to get bolder, putting both of his hands on the stud, kneading his chest with his hands. Slowly, and with hope in his eyes, Jerome let his right hand slip carefully down the studs entire torso, over the sculpted and fuzzy abs, and end up skillfully on the package which was his hearts whole intention.

Jerome began to slowly massage his hand on the studs crotch, feeling the serpent inside his shorts beginning to come alive. 'You had better unbutton these shorts. Ive never gotten hard in them before, and their all I got that would fit me. Why don't you kneel down and do it. Do what you want to.' The stud smiled and watched as Jerome fell to his knees and began to unbutton the shorts that led to paradise.

The stud wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock was only beginning to get hard. Only half done, his tool must have been aleast 10inches long. Without thinking, Jerome opened his mouth and put it around the head of the studs cock, his mouth watering, mixing with the salt taste from the mushroom head. The head filled up his entire mouth, and Jerome was nervous about what to do next. He had never done this before, but he wanted the whole thing...he needed the whole thing. The stud's cock was pretty much hard by now, and must have been at least 13 inches long and as thick as Jeromes own arm. Jerome was afraid of gagging, but he began to slowly take the whole cock in, inch by inch.

' Go on. Oh, god yeah. Take it all the way in. You're half way there...keep going.' The stud grabbed onto Jeromes sandy blond hair and began to force his huge cock further down Jeromes throat. This is heaven, Jerome thought. This is ecstasy. He started to move his head back and forth on the thick cock. getting it all wet and enjoying the thrill of it all. Just when he thought he couldn't do any more, and that it couldn't get any better, the stud shot in his mouth, the salty cum shooting down his throat, and into his stomach, filling Jerome with his he-man juices. The stud pulled his cock from Jeromes eager mouth, letting Jerome lick up the last of the man liquor.

'You sure do give great head, Jerome. I always knew you would.'

'How do you know my name?' Jerome sat on his ass, exhausted but satisfied.

'You still don't know who I am, do you?'


'It's me, Trevor. I used your machine. It works on humans pretty well, doesn't it.' The stud infront of Jerome laughed and laughed. 'Pretty good, huh?'

'You fuck!!' Jerome got up from his knees and walked to the other side of the room, feeling like a fool.

'Come, on man. I was only a joke. You wanted it as bad as I did. I just thought I'd let you have the first go before I let myself loose on the unsuspecting male population of the world!'

'Get out of here!'

'Lighten up, Jerome. Its about time you had your lips around a cock, and its about time you got laid! With this machine, we can have everything and anyone we've ever wanted!'

'What do you mean?' Jerome turned around, afraid of what Trevor, or the God Trevor was going to say.

'I brought back this magazines from our apartment, that's where I was when you got here. I thought you could pick out one and turn into him. Hell, we could change guys nightly. It only takes about an hour!' Trevor got so excited that he began to flip through the Playgirls trying to find a stud for Jerome to be. 'How about this one?'

'Im not doing it.'

'Why not?'

'You're the first human its been tested on. What if something goes wrong?'

'Nothings going to go wrong. Just do it.'


'You're such a fucking chicken!'

'I am not.'

'Are too!' Trevor was beginning to get mad. What a baby Jerome was turning out to be. 'Fine, if you don't want to do it, I hope you get used to me being the worlds biggest stud while you stay the worlds biggest geek!'

Jerome just looked at Trevor. 'Fine. But I got my own picture.' Jerome walked angrily to the desk by the wall, ripped out a picture, and set it on the copy machine closing the lid with a bang. 'Press the button when I'm ready, asshole.'

'Who you going to be?'

'You'll just have to wait.' Jerome took off all of his clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. He climbed onto the table and set himself underneath the lazier beam. 'Go ahead.'

Trevor hit the button on the machine, and listened as it got ready to beam Jerome right in the stomach. He couldn't wait to have Jerome at his side, both of them being campus studs together. After three or four minutes, the beam shut itself off, and Jerome just lay there. 'Well?'

'It takes alittle while, at least it did with me. So, who are you going to be?' Jerome got up off of the table and walked slowly to the copy machine and removed the picture.

'I thought if I had to be someone, I might as well go all the way.' He handed the picture to Trevor and walked away. Trevor looked at the picture, looked at Jerome, and looked at the picture again.

It was a picture Jerome had torn out of a comic book of Captain Universe. This guy was so big and hot, he put Superman to shame, and from the way he was drawn, Trevor knew the artist was guy. Shoved in those tights was a cock that had to be atleast 20 inches long.

'This guys not real, Jerome. How could you hope to become him?' Trevor looked up from the picture to see Jeromes small cock beginning to get hard. A sudden convulsion hit Jerome, and he began to buck back and forth, falling onto the floor.

'I think its starting, Trevor.'

And it was… •

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