"You know him?" the man on top said to Carl and nodded in Todd's direction. Carl raised his head from the pillow and looked in Todd's direction for the first time. He lowered his ass and Todd saw the other man's long, thick cock slid out a couple inches. Todd stepped back.

"Kid! Don't go away kid. You don't have to be frightened. We're just fucking. Carl don't mind if you see him get fucked. Tell him Carl."

"I'm not sure he knew I fucked men," Carl said.

"You?! What'd he think? You were straight?"

Todd's feet were riveted. His eyes were fixed. He couldn't look away from his friend Carl and the big black boner piercing his butthole. Or the sight of the muscle bound man holding himself over Carl's muscular back and butt. The muscles on the man's arms were bunched like knots and the pulsing veins under his skin were like roots of a tree. He had a dense beard and a broad, toothy, devilish grin. His arms were furry, too, and so was his chest.

"Kid's gotta boner," the other man said. "What's his name?"

Carl answered, "Todd."

"You got a boner, Todd? Sure you do. Ain't nothing to be ashamed of. I do too," he laughed. "Just means you like what you see, Todd. Why don't you show us how much you like it. Take it out. Show us."

"Dwayne, leave him alone. Todd's had enough new experiences for one day."

"No," Dwayne said. "I want to see it. He's looking at mine. He can't take his eyes off it."

It was true. As embarrassed as Todd was, he couldn't take his eyes from Dwayne's extra thick man-sized cock. Dwayne drew back a few more inches exposing more of it to tease him a little. Then a little more until there were ten inches exposed between Dwayne's groin and Carl's butt.

There couldn't be much more of it, Todd thought, could there? It was already the biggest dick he'd ever seen.

Dwayne forced it back in as he watched Todd's face. It felt so good that his eyes closed and his jaw dropped a little. He thrust hard into Carl's butt hole, driving as much of it in as he could. Then he withdrew again and exposed over a foot of it, but still the head wasn't visible.

"I think he came," Dwayne said, watching a wet spot form and spread at the end of the bulge in Todd's pants near his hip. "Shit. He must be big. Look where his wet spot is. Did you know your young friend was that big?"

"I knew he was packing something big," Carl chuckled.

"Open your pants, boy."

Todd was intrigued by the two of them now. Still excited, but over his trepidations. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He dug out his stiff boner and his balls too, and draped them over the edge. It was almost as thick as Dwayne's and just short of a foot long. Dwayne whistled and pumped Carl's ass again in appreciation of the sight.

"Kid, you got a major piece there. You got no reason to be shy. Bring that over here."

Todd waddled over to the bed as best he could with his pants fallen to his hips. Dwayne rested on the elbow on the other side of Carl and reached out toward Todd's cock with his other hand. He held it lightly at the root and stroked it softly to the tip. Todd smiled at him and got harder. Dwayne grasped the base of it and jacked it vigorously. A guttural sound escaped Todd's lips.

"You want to fuck your friend Carl?"

"Dwayne, stop it!"

"What? I don't mind sharing you."

"That's not what I meant. Todd's just a kid."

"Looks like a man to me. How old is he?"

This time Todd answered for himself. "Eighteen last week."

"Dwayne, I know his parents," Carl said.

"You fucked his parents?"

"Not like that, you shit!"

"Don't you want to get fucked by Todd's big cock?" Dwayne teased.

Carl stopped protesting. Put like that he thought Todd might be insulted if he said no, and the truth was that Carl had his eyes on the kid since the day they first met in the comic book shop. It was the reason he'd chatted him up as much as any perceived common interest in DC super hero comics. The kid had a masculine face beyond his years. That, offset by his bashful naiveté, and coupled with the sense Carl got that the kid really liked the way Carl looked too, had led him to invite Todd to his house to talk comics and see Carl's collection.

The whole time they talked, Todd never stopped staring into Carl's luminescent blue eyes. Carl found it unnerving from a kid almost ten years his junior, but it also turned him on and led him to test just how interested this kid might be in him. Halfway through Todd's first visit he found a reason to pull off his shirt. Todd's eyes grew wide as saucers. Carl had been lifting since he was in college and weighed almost two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle, although he never felt inclined to diet down below six percent body fat like the serious boys did. Todd's eyes swept over his exposed flesh like a vacuum cleaner. ClDwayney Carl hadn't overestimated the lad's interest in himself or their common sex. He just didn't know what to do about it. Todd was obviously a virgin and underage at the time -- still too close to being underage now for Carl's comfort. Carl wouldn't let himself get involved. It wouldn't have been right.

So for months they just hung out. They were the pair no one could figure out. Why was a man Carl's age spending time with a kid? Why was Todd hanging with Carl when he should be out dating girls like his classmates? It only made sense to the two of them, mostly when they were together.

After a few weeks the two of them let Todd's interest in Carl's physique be interpreted as an interest in bodybuilding. Carl took Todd to his gym a few times, bought him a few supplements and started to train him. Todd put on a little size, lost the last few inches of baby fat around his waist, and went up a shirt size.

Dwayne lifted himself off Carl. Todd watched the last few inches of his mammoth cock slid free of his friend's ass and slap hard against Dwayne's tightly muscled stomach. Dwayne and Carl sat on the side of the bed, Carl directly in front of Todd and Dwayne to his side. Carl looked up into Todd's eyes sheepishly, aware that this is what his kindly courtship of this young man had been leading to all along, but slightly ashamed to acknowledge it. He opened his mouth and sucked gently on Todd's stiffy. Todd put his fingers through Carl's long feathery blond hair and pulled his mouth further down his dick. Carl pushed up on Todd's t-shirt and Todd pulled it over his head. Months of lifting had done his friend good. His abs stood out in tight relief. His pecs were sinuous and firm.

Getting sucked was the best feeling Todd had ever had in his life, and looking down at his best friend's handsome face, his lips sucking hard along the length of his prick, realizing it was a man he cared so much about, made it even better. He didn't want it to ever stop, yet his cock began to twitch inside Carl's mouth and he almost came before Carl leaned back.

"Not so fast, tiger, the best is yet to come," his friend coached. Carl slid back on his bed and spread his legs. "Put a condom on him."

"Damn straight, if he's going up your skanky hole," Dwayne said. He picked up a ribbon of extra large condoms he'd tossed on the floor a few minutes ago, tore one off, split it open, and rolled it down Todd's upward curving member.

Carl grasped Todd's long cock and pulled it toward his hole. He rubbed the head around his anus and pointed it in the center. He guided Todd closer and the first inches of Todd's dick penetrated him. Dwayne stood behind Todd. Although Todd was over six feet, Dwayne was still taller and much more wide. His mammoth penis slide up between the cheeks of Todd's ass as he pushed against him and guided him deeper into Carl's ass. "That's it, kid. Don't be afraid of it," he whispered in a husky voice into Todd's ear, his warm breath like kisses on Todd's neck. "Don't it feel hot? Don't it feel tight? Now I'm gonna give you a real good treat. Gonna double your fun." Dwayne broke another condom package open, rolled it over the majority of his major boner, then he rocked his ass back far enough to wedge his cock up against the kid's asshole. He grasped the kid's hips and drove himself in to the hilt.

Todd gasped like a drowning man. He was stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey and the force of Dwayne's entry had rammed him all the way inside his buddy Carl. Dwayne held the lad tight, lest he fall forward, and fucked for the both of them. Todd had nothing to do but bounce between the two men and enjoy the ride. His ass and his cock were on fire and too soon he was shooting long, hard squirts into the latex that sheathed his throbbing dick.

Dwayne could tell the kid had come by the spasms in his ass, but Dwayne wasn't anywhere near done himself. The taste of boy butt was so sweet he wasn't about to shoot his load quickly. He pulled the kid back, out of Carl's ass, and spun him around on his long, thick spindle, till he was on his back on the bed beside Carl, his hairy legs up in the air, pants rolled up around his ankles and his ass eating every inch of Dwayne's pounding penis.

Carl rolled the spent condom off Todd's stiff prick and lapped up the sticky residue on his cock. Then he swallowed the whole thing as Todd bucked wildly and squirmed with pleasure.

After his interrupted fuck with Carl, Dwayne was in no hurry to satisfy himself, and everything he did with the kid only made him more enthusiastic about getting rammed. The kid shot three more times before Dwayne let himself come the first time. Dwayne's first load was just juice to lubricate the kid's hole better. It wasn't until his fourth that he withdrew, panting like a race horse, coated in glistening sweat.

The three of them lay on the bed for a while, Todd in the middle. Even if he couldn't cum again, Todd was stiff just laying between two magnificent muscle wet dreams. Every time his skin grazed one of their hard bodies he felt a thrill all over his body.

"You shared any of your stuff with this kid," Dwayne asked when he'd caught his breath.

"He's just a kid."

"What stuff?" Todd asked.

Dwayne rolled on his side to face him and casually flexed his mammoth arm. His bicep rolled into a ball half as big as his head. "Stuff that makes you like this. Carl here had one dose. I've had two. Pretty soon I'm taking a third."

Todd's heart pounded at the thought of Dwayne even bigger than he was now.

"You need to lift to get really big, but just taking the stuff puts on a few pounds," Dwayne continued. "Especially down here." Dwayne wagged his long, semi-limp cock. It was still over a foot long. "Most guys double their size down here."

"Dwayne, he's just a teenager. He doesn't even know what he wants to be when he gets out of school yet. He can't make a decision about something that will change his body permanently."

"You want it though, don't you kid? Look at his boner. He's so hard he's leaking again."

Every fantasy Todd had since he was five was about getting big and strong. The comic book heroes fed those fantasies, or was it was it the fantasies that fueled his appetite for four color heroes in tights? Either way it was the lust for muscle that attracted him to his friend Carl.

"No way, Dwayne! I won't be responsible for something like this."

Dwayne stayed quiet. After a few more minutes Carl reminded Todd it was getting late in the afternoon. Todd dressed in his wrinkled, cum scented clothes. Carl stood, gave him a hug and kissed him on the forehead.

"I got to go too," Dwayne said. "I'll walk you out." All he wore though was a pair of gym shorts that barely contained his big flopping dick. If it weren't for the way his giant thighs stretched the leggings tight it would have dropped down toward his knees.

Dwayne walked up to Todd's sedan. Todd was already sitting in the driver's seat. The open window framed Dwayne's enormous chest and cobblestone abs. He squatted low enough to look inside. He reached in through the window and dropped something on the seat between Todd's legs. It was a scrap of paper with a phone number and a small glass vial of blue liquid.

"You just drink it. Give me a call even if you don't. I'd like to hook up with you again."

Todd's pulse raced. He put the phone number and the vial in his shirt pocket and backed out of the driveway, barely able to concentrate on driving straight.

Dwayne watched him drive away. Carl walked out the front door and stood next to him.

"Did you give him some?" he asked angrily.

"No, I swear. I just gave him my phone number."

"I wish you'd dress a little more when you visit. What will my neighbors think?"

"They'll think you're a faggot, fucking a muscle bound stud, but it's okay, because YOU ARE!"

"Get back in the house, then, and get busy with me." •