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Side Effects (Original)
|He looked at the outstretched hand not sure what to do about it. With a
doctorate in physics and four years experience as a fellow researcher at the
institute, Mike had ample experience at showing authority regardless of his
comparably young age, but the hand belonged to Mike's fantasy. Finally he shook
"Dr. Michael Wessel, I believe? I'm Jan Ward, glad to meet you"
His handshake was firm, actually, more than firm as Mike ended up squeezing pretty hard himself, noticing how the muscle in the man's forearm showed through the skin like braided cable. Now he finally knew the name of this man who he admired from afar the last 6 months or so. He had looked at him more times than he would ever be able to count, but now it was difficult to look up at his face.
Mike concentrated and managed to look him directly in the eyes. He was about to reply that the pleasure was all his, which he considered to be very true, but decided not to, for fear he'd start pursing his lips if he had to say more than three words.
"Call me Mike" he said, filling the three word quota, and broke the handshake.
In a second he would have started to sweat at the sight before him.
"That was Jan with a J, not an I or a Y, I'm afraid my parents were not very good at spelling" Jan said, smiling. As if everything else about him, his smile was just perfect. Mike found it difficult not to stare because there was certainly reason to do so. The man in front of him could really be described by one single word - perfect. He was wearing a lab coat, although in Mike's lab there wasn't really reason to, and he in fact didn't insist on that particular part of protocol. It was large, but still stretched in subtle but to a trained eye quite revealing ways over a body fit for a god. Mike knew this body from almost any angle you would care to name, and the man could just as well be naked - either didn't help Mike keep all the concentration he could muster not to get a hardon right on the spot. He kept looking at the man's face, which actually didn't help a lot - it was a face out of so many of Mike's dreams. Black hair, tan skin, brown, almost black eyes you could get lost in, square jaw and full lips, and a deep voice which made Mike's spine tingle. Underneath the lab coat was a body which was a perfect cross between the brawn of a bodybuilder and the streamlined grace of a marathon swimmer - he had it all, plus a naturally dark complexion, and the, there just isn't another word - perfect, amount and pattern of body hair. This was the male epitome, the original blueprint that looked like the long lost mold men should have been cast from. Mike as starting to feel hot and he knew what that meant, he had to excuse himself.
"Oh, please - Jan"
"...Jan... I was just on my way to the records room, I'll brief you when I get back, it'll be only about 15 minutes"
"OK, I'm not going anywhere"
When he finally got a position of assistant with the research team, Jan was expecting to find a stereotype old, bald and bespectacled man in a shaggy labcoat to be his 'boss'. The name on the paper didn't tell him anything at all, and when he got to the lab building, the lady at the desk kept leading him through the corridors, passing all sorts of men and women who could really be described as the 'nutty professor' type, but soon the supply ran out and he was wondering what kind of a man this Dr. Wessell would turn out to be.
Once he found out, when the lady pointed him out, his heart almost stopped. That definitely was NOT the nutty professor type. In fact, Jan knew this man, and more.
At first glance, Jan could have passed as the classic example of a university jock, and in fact he liked to slip into that role quite often. Before it was to find a partner for the night, but he hadn't done so in years. After all, all of us grow up some day, he thought, not without bitterness about some of his past.
And growing up was something which could apply in more than one sense about Jan.
He was tall, over 6'5" and had no trouble maintaining an extremely fit body, over 260# all muscle and sinew. Jan knew well what nature had given him, but he was very casual about it - for him it was just the way he was. He knew he was a magnet for both women and men, but it was only the men that interested him. His dilemmas about that were far in his past and being gay was again just the way he was. He wasn't out of the closet - after all society in general had quite different ideas about being gay than Jan did, and to defend himself from unwanted attention he'd built this shield around him, of a dedicated and very private man to those that knew him. To all the others, he might have seemed a jock, and that did have it's advantages - Jan used that stereotype to his advantage more than once, sometimes much to the surprise of the person who stereotyped him.
After dealing with the initial shock of recognizing who Dr. Wessell was, he decided to just do a formal introduction and play it by ear. As he got over that initial and very firm handshake, he was actually relieved that Dr. Wessell...
Mike, as he said to call him, excused himself, before he had a chance to go into more blunders than he was already into - explaining how his name was spelled to a man who anyway had to know all his credentials which must have included the spelling of his name. That casual outfit didn't fool Jan at all, he had first met this man, was it almost half a year ago? No, less, more like 5 months. Not formally, no - an encounter in the gym shower could be called anything but formal. Jan was a regular to a place called 'John's', a gym not far from the institute grounds, and so was Mike. And Mike was just rounding the bend in the corridor, getting out of view, which made Jan un-stick his gaze from Mike's back side. It was only a temporary relief as it reminded him all too well of the first time he saw Mike.
He had just started showering, when he noticed a man in the opposite stall, back turned to him. He was lathering himself slowly. He was shorter than Jan, but still something like 6' with a light but strong and muscular build, with broad shoulders, a small waist, nice legs and a butt which Jan found irresistible. His hair, which would be a very light brown, almost blond, when dry, was now wet and plastered to his head. Looking at him, Jan felt the juices stir as they only rarely did, and then realized why the man's movements looked odd when his huge erection escaped his hold. He must have been holding it with one hand as he used the other to lather himself up, and it obviously slipped, making it's head peek right over his hip. Jan got hard as stone in seconds, imagining the size of that equipment. Although he was respectably endowed, he liked them big, and what he saw could be a measuring stick for that category. He had to turn around lest someone would enter and see him in this aroused state, washing himself quickly hoping his member would go down. When he finally finished, which meant he could wrap his towel around his hips without making a blatant bulge, which took turning the water from cold to freezing, he was sorry to see the man was gone.
But, Jan soon found out the front side was as attractive to him as the back was, although he always thought the guy was deliberately cutting himself down in that department, always wearing a loose fitting sweatsuit, and glasses. Those didn't fool Jan a second as he could clearly see the lenses were about as good at magnifying as ordinary window glass. Although Jan was much more liberal in his gym attire he had a trained eye, so every once in a while as this guy, which he now knew was Mike, or Dr. Michael Wessell, followed his routine, the suit would reveal a strong set of arms and pecs which Jan wouldn't fail to notice. In fact, Jan was sure they had spotted each other a few times in the gym, and he also knew he caught himself almost showing off when Mike was near on more than one occasion, which was quite out of character. In fact, now that he thought of it, he was sure he got Mike's attention on more than one of those occasions but it was always a fleeting glance, nothing more.
Funny, Jan thought, he had more than once been approached by men, but always managed to play it cool and get rid of the attention if it didn't suit him, but if Mike did something like this... but that was all just wishful thinking, Jan thought.
Mike was really pissed off on himself as he entered the men's room right outside the lab. How could he have lost control like that - he thought he'd gotten over this kind of reaction by the time he was 18, but he could feel the hard knob of his member still extending slowly down his left pant leg, and no amount of concentration could stop it. He let his pants down and watched as his cock get completely rigid in a second or so, and with Mike, that could hardly have passed without being noticed. Mike would always describe himself to others as being hung a bit over the average (if anyone could get him to talk about that at all), but that would have been in character. Mike was the kind of guy that would answer the phone and say he had a slight problem with the heating if his house was on fire. He was considerably better hung than a bit over the average, about double, actually, but in a way which had made more than a few people surprised during Mike's life. He had this incredible growing capacity - while flaccid, his cock was really almost shriveled, something like 4 and a half inches long, which anyone would deem respectable but it only gave an inkling of it's true potential. Given proper stimulation it would extend immensely, telescoping out until it grew almost three times in length. Mike was over the measuring bit by the time he was 19, and had measured himself at well over 11 inches once. He had no idea how big he was now, but this man Jan could be considered the best stimulation of all - it made his cock inflate until he thought it would burst, and it became immense. He had so many hardons over this guy and he invariably remembered them for attaining record size, and hardness which hurt. Looking down at his raging flesh he was sure it was bigger than he had ever seen it. There was only one way to get it down, as he had more than ample experience at proving. He started jacking it off, his mind feeding him the memory of the first time he saw this godlike figure which ended up being his assistant.
He was just at the end of his usual routine at 'John's' and was resting before his final set of leg extensions, when he noticed genetic perfection incarnate - and he was just getting ready to start on the lat machine, and his skintight outfit didn't hide a bit of that marvelous physique. The guy was huge, but no-one could ever say 'bulk' about him at all. Those arms must have easily been 19" or maybe even 20" around, but the rest of him was so well proportioned, he looked more like a human version of some predator cat, honed and streamlined to absolute perfection. In order to get his mind to something else instead of ogling, Mike started doing his final set but the problem with extensions is that you can look around, and Mike's eyes just automatically drifted to this black-haired god there, which was just starting to pull the bar down, and as he did, incredible corded bulges sprung over his arms and back, but not before his lats jumped out straining to lift the load. By the third pull, Mike had to hastily abort what he was doing and remove himself to the locker room. Once he got there, almost bending over to hide the rising pole of his erection in his last steps, he stripped in record time thanking any gods there were that the locker room was empty, and got under the shower. He set the water to freezing, in hopes it would get his cock down, but it had the exact opposite effect. He was in the furthest stall in the corner, well shielded from anyone who would enter, and to his delight, the only other person in the showers left seconds after he got in. There was no point in inviting hypothermia, as it obviously didn't help so he set the water to a comfortable temperature, and looked down.
His cock had attained painful hardness which with Mike also meant record size, so it was sticking up right over his abs, reaching over his navel. He wrapped his hand around it. It took only six strokes, and remembering those huge perfect pecs with just the right amount of hair, and that face, and that back... in what seemed like seconds the wall was sprayed with so much cum Mike was awestruck, once he got over the earth-shattering orgasm the likes of which he hadn't had in years if ever.
When Mike regained his senses, the wall of the stall in the men's room was dripping with his cum, and so did his hand. 'Shit' he thought, trying to scrape down his own juices using a handful of toilette paper. Still, after what must have been hundreds of times it was as intense as an orgasm could get. He cleaned himself as best he could, and straightened out his clothes. He waited a bit until his flushed face assumed it's normal color, and went back to his lab. He had inwardly cursed his closeted nature and almost complete lack of experience, thinking that if that wasn't this way he could have sorted out whether or not he had any chance with this god who called himself Jan so unassumingly. Mike had to admit that the last year's down phase he had was in a large part over simply because seeing Jan gave him absolute certainty his Mr. Right actually existed on this planet. The only problem was that he probably had a Mrs. Ward. Mike knew himself quite well and he knew his life and lack of experience was that way because he was an all-or-nothing guy in more than one sense. It had to be the right guy, or it just didn't work. And although he had an occasional regret about this, both the 'right' and the 'guy' have long been part of what he was.
It didn't make things easy, but the fact that he did work in a research lab gave him a good front to put up to the rest of society - being tied to work came with the turf.
At first, it was purely business, until Mike got to be late to the gym and they ended up spotting each other. They had actually gotten to talk about the gym the very first day in the lab, simply because now there was no way to get around the fact they have met before. The next time they talked about it again was to establish the weekly routine. Both had a habit of staying quite a bit past the normal working hours, after all the work was very interesting, although somewhat undervalued by other members of the institute. They both ended up excusing each other for ending the day earlier than usual because of something they had to do and because Mike's car wouldn't start, ended up in Jan's car on the way to the gym. Ever since that day they were becoming more and more training partners, it started by accident and passed through convenient to friendship. In about a month they felt comfortable enough with each other, so much so Jan felt they were friends for years, which in a sense they almost were. Jan had discovered that Mike was anything but a 'boss' character, and this became their internal joke. In fact, Mike was such a quiet and unassuming character, they were actually research partners almost from the very start, and he told Jan himself he was much too young to be an authority and when he asked for an assistant, he really meant partner, but the institute wouldn't allow him one. By the end of his sixth week at the lab, they had discussed almost everything from daily chores to world politics and back to physics, save for one thing, and that was women, for which Jan was actually grateful.
Well, today he really looked forward to today's workout because he really needed it, the week was more than hectic. First, about a month ago, their fairly theoretical research suddenly became quite practical. A week after that, they started kidding they were well on the way to the Nobel prize, but there was a ring of truth in that which almost frightened everyone involved. After all, you are not supposed to get the prize before you had gray hair (or no hair at all), and certainly not for something you discovered by accident. For the first time they managed to fool the mass/energy conservation law. Well, not fool it. It states that mass and energy cannot be destroyed or created from thin air, just be converted from one to another and back. Well, they didn't actually create energy from thin air, they sort of 'borrowed' it. As long as you returned it back it was OK. It was quite spectacular, watching discharges which seemingly came out of nowhere. Well, after the experiments the whole room got a bit colder as the energy of the discharges got returned, but it didn't matter - they were definitely on the way up and felt like they were discovering the Holly Grail.
Right then, Mike had just finished a series of discharges and Jan could hear him calling, yelling something about noticing something really strange. Jan opened the glass door to the room with the inflation field machine.
"Look at this - have they become predictable, or am I just imagining things?"
Jan got over to the thick glass of the discharge chamber. Six sets of electrodes were imprisoned there under high vacuum. Mike started the machine again.
"Now look - it's almost as if they discharge across the set I want them to - look, one, one, three, two". Jan watched in amazement as a discharge occurred where Mike predicted a fraction of a second after he said it.
"Now three, four..." Mike started, and Jan cut in, saying "Five" while Mike said "One". The discharge split in a very curious way over two sets of electrodes - one and five! They both looked at each other and they almost felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees, but not because of the machine - because this was downright frightening. They stood like that for seconds.
"Oh my God" said Mike.
"No, no, no. This can't be happening. Here let me try" Jan said, and restarted the machine.
"OK, here we go - one, one, one, one, Jesus they seem to be listening to me!" he almost shouted. "OK, OK - what if we do one, two... seven?" and then, there was a sound like someone plucked a string the size of Golden Gate bridge, the lights dimmed, and the temperature fell something like ten degrees, and then it was dark, but not before the almost obligatory noise of burning electric equipment.
And then there was nothing, for a while.
When Mike opened his eyes, he found them looking at the ceiling. This was really strange because he was sure the last time they were open he was looking at Jan.
Then he realized he was laying on the floor. He sat up, and noticed Jan slumped by the door, his back on the wall.
"Oh shit" he uttered, but just then Jan opened his eyes. He looked at Mike with a stare you could just see saying "why am I looking at the world from below all of a sudden?".
"What the hell happened?!" he asked, looking at Mike. He stood up, wrapping his hands around him. "And why is it so cold?"
"I have absolutely, and I mean it, no idea at all" Mike said, looking at his watch. "Damn, my watch stopped." The machine was obviously quite dead, probably a fuse blown somewhere. Mike rushed out the door to look at the data logging equipment, but soon found out it was also very dead.
"Oh, bloody shit, the power seems to have gone out, there are no logs at all.
How the hell am I supposed to know what happened here?" he went over to the control console, noticing the smell of burned electronics. Now he was really beginning to get angry! "Damn, damn, fucking damn!" he said, suddenly realizing Jan would probably be very surprised to hear him use such language. "This piece of shit is fried to a crisp". He turned around and yelled a 'you OK?' to Jan, who answered he was.
What a crap day. It started out real interesting, and more than that, but went downhill real fast. First their experimental setup, for which Mike had spent years squeezing the funds for, blew up, and they spent most of the day trying to fix it, but to no avail. Then, when they decided to call it a day and go the gym as they had planned, Mike's car wouldn't start again. Of course, Jan was more than happy to give him a lift. Truth be said, Jan had loads of occasions to be near Mike, especially in the gym, and he was a real turn-on, then Jan would go on pumping the weights which made Mike look at him with a look which Jan could almost call devouring, but with Mike it was so strange. It would last only a second, and then he would avert his eyes. It almost looked as if he wanted to look and didn't want to look at the same time. Jan himself was much more adventurous and sometimes he would help Mike out in an exercise more than just spotting, holding him or pushing him, which gave him opportunity to touch the object of his desire, and this desire grew - it wasn't merely sexual, he actually liked Mike as a person and friend, and that only made the desire stronger. In fact he had done some of that touching some minutes ago while Mike was finishing his last set of curls.
"Come on, quit fooling around" he heard Mike say.
The retrospection ended up being burst like a bubble. There was one last set of curls to do, and Mike ready to give him the added pull to finish the last few reps. He started, and got on fine looking at himself in the mirror, when he noticed Mike looking at him too, practically staring at him, and he felt himself getting hard. Mike noticed that as well, because the pants he was wearing hid nothing in this position. He went on as best he could finishing the set, Mike forcing the last few reps. He saw there was no-one near and decided to rise up which would show his equipment quite blatantly. As he turned, he saw Mike quickly adjusting his sweatpants. He didn't think much of that as Mike always had these sweatpants which seemed two sizes too large, but then he noticed a lump on the pantleg that was slowly twitching. At that point he knew noting would have gotten him to go soft, but it seemed to him he was not the only one that felt aroused. Still, he tried to play it safe, and uttered one of his favorite 'neutral' explanations, but he couldn't resist adding a little twist.
"God, look at me, I really should get a life - and there aren't even any chicks around - so it must be you". They both laughed.
"Well, at least someone thinks I'm attractive", Mike replied, and they both laughed out loud, but as they winded down, both ended up looking at each others crotch, and Jan noticed Mike was actually in a far more troubled predicament as his pants were beginning to tend out, and for the first time Jan got the inkling of the real size of Mike's equipment, and blurted out "You don't give yourself enough credit" realizing too late that this could hardly be 'neutral' but the evidence was right there before him. Still, at that moment he was so afraid he could be doing a stupid mistake, so he tried laughing, and so did Mike. It was a quite hollow laugh and ended in seconds when their eyes met.
Mike wouldn't have given up his training with Jan for anything in this world or the next, but even rolling a steam roller over him wouldn't make him admit that to anyone, including Jan. He was Mr. Right, and if he couldn't have him, at least he wanted to admire him from near instead of far. Getting to know Jan as a person only made Mike more determined. Jan was all Mike would have liked him to be, and those jock vibes he emitted from time to time to the general public, somehow were never aimed towards him, and even if they were, they wouldn't have fooled him for a second. Jan had a rare easy-going nature, and was very open, and passionate, even emotional. Mike knew he was actually in love up to his ears but even ten steam rollers passing over his most tender parts wouldn't make him admit that - he barely did to him self. He loved to be near Jan but he tried hard not to show it, for fear Jan would sense the sexual side of it, although at times he thought he went over that thin line and gave off his true feelings, but luckily it seemed that Jan didn't notice. This was again one of those times. Jan was just doing his last set of biceps curls, and as far as Mike was concerned, with Jan, that was one thing not to be missed. In Mike's opinion, Jan had the most beautifully shaped biceps on this planet (and he was sure that even if he was overly subjective, the objective opinion wouldn't have been far off), and when those biceps did curls, they would pump up magnificently. Seeing that would give the inkling of the true size of this Adonis before him, because those pipes of his would bunch up into shapely balls of rock hard flesh, peaking hugely. As Mike watched them do that he could barely contain himself imagining how they would grow even bigger in time, and he found himself wishing he could feel them, kiss them, lick them all over. Up and down, up and down... hard balls to hard bars of flesh with a split in-between, back to hard balls. They were so pumped up now, they looked larger than ever. He shifted his stare a bit to look at the rest of this muscle god in the mirror, and almost froze when he saw the bulge in Jan's pants. He felt that telltale hot feeling in his ears and he knew there was no stopping the hardon he was going to have in seconds, and there was no way to get away, Jan was just at that sticking point. He helped him out, thanking fate he was bent down, but just then Jan was finished. Mike just had to adjust his pants or his problem will become very obvious before he thought up an excuse to get away. But Jan just stood up, that bulge very prominent in those painted-on pants of his and said this thing which should have spelled 'red alert' to Mike, but instead it made him even hotter. He quickly tried to get out of his predicament by uttering some sort of reply, but then he felt his cock was almost at that point of hardness which only Jan could bring about. It was too late, Jan was looking right at it. And then he said the thing Mike expected the least, and started laughing. Mike laughed as well, but the laugh got stuck in his throat as their eyes met. And so did Jan's.
"I'm sorry..." they both said at the same time, which made Mike loose words for a few seconds. Then came the moment of truth. He heard Jan ask him "Are you gay?"
He felt he was going to cry. He had spent his whole life getting prepared for this question and he always thought he'd be the one asking it, or at least he'd see it coming. Everything in him tried to say 'no' but instead he heard himself say a quiet "Yes".
Then, he heard the last thing he thought he would.
"Oh fuck. Your place or mine?"
Jan cursed himself inwardly all the way to his flat for not seeing it before. If you would have asked Jan to name one person in this world, right now, which he could make love to, as opposed to merely have sex with, it was Mike. Somehow he just knew it was a shared feeling. But, right now, it was like they were trying to make up for lost time, as Jan was driving, his right hand was slowly going up and down, squeezing the huge bulge that extended from Mike's crotch up his belly, while Mike had his arm around Jan's right arm and roamed over every part of Jan's body he could reach. They were both moaning silently. Jan could barely contain the urge to rip Mike's sweatpants down when they stopped at a traffic light and plunge that huge pole right down his throat, for better or worse. It was a good thing his place was so near to the gym. They were both still in gym clothes and sweaty, no time to waste changing or showering. It took some maneuvering to get Mike, with his raging hardon adjusted so it was up his belly and still very visible, out of the gym and into the car. Jan didn't care what anyone saw, and in fact there was a lot to see, trying as they could to hide it.
They were like two animals in heat, shoving and pushing each other saying 'hurry up' but you couldn't mistake what they were up to, both sporting hardons, Mike holding Jan's arm, and Jan pushing Mike forward, his hand on Mike's butt. They must have been so hot you could have spontaneously combusted anything by bringing it within a yard of them.
When they finally got to Jan's place, it was a mad rush. They left everything in the car, Jan practically carried Mike. He had the keys out in record time, and when they pushed each other through the doorway, the first thing Jan did was strip off his shirt, which made Mike moan out loud and reach out to his pecs.
Jan closed the door hitting it with his leg and practically propped Mike to the wall. As the door latched shut he was already on his knees, and pulled down Mike's pants with such force you could hear seams ripping. He pulled Mike's cock, which looked even bigger than a minute ago, bending it down, pursed his lips and attacked the head. He thought he would dislocate his jaw as he impaled his head on the hard knob, determined to devour every last fraction of an inch of that cock. He felt Mike getting busy on his traps, and his shoulders, his neck. He felt his hardon painfully straining against the lycra pants and he reached down and just tore the front open, his cock hitting his abs with a loud 'thwack'. He felt Mike's hands stroking every inch of his arms he could reach as he flexed them, straining against the fabric, and he knew what Mike needed, and brought his arms up. As he continued pushing and pulling on Mike's shaft, he felt his own member poking into his abs, he flexed his arms, squeezing like he never did before, skin stretching so tight he thought his biceps would pop out of his skin.
Mike felt Jan's biceps bulge and shake under his hands. He closed his eyes and could still see them getting bigger and harder, and Jan's mouth was living fire on his cock. In a few seconds it was more than he could take, he felt his cock hurt him with it's hardness, and he distinctly felt his balls swell as hard as those fantastic muscle peaks he held in his hands, and he came. It felt like his whole body ejaculated. He writhed and pushed despite himself, and he must have shouted, feeling like every convulsion passed a bullet through his shaft. He heared Jan moaning and then a sound like he was gagging. When he came to, he almost freaked out to see Jan's mouth only an inch from his pubic hair, cum streaming from the corners of his lips, one arm still flexed. The other was around Mike's hips, pushing his cock deeper into Jan's mouth. The impression only had a fraction of a second to sink in because he could see Jan shudder, and he heard Jan's cum splash over his belly. After several convulsions, Jan sighed, and slowly pulled his mouth off Mike's tool, at the end using both hands to hold the shaft. Mike was genuinely surprised that his own cock still kept coming and that Mike managed to put all of that down his throat, in fact he gasped in surprise when the head of his cock finally came out, partly because of the size of his own manpole, and partly because Jan took the time to lick it all over. He then looked up at Mike's face.
"Boy, that was a good start" he said.
As if it was a signal of some sort, they both started stripping each other of their clothes, touching, stroking and kissing until each piece of garment, or at least what was left of it, was off, and they were both naked. All the way they kept inching towards the bedroom, and finally, Jan ended up pulling Mike along, and all of a sudden, there was a jar of lube in his hands, and Mike felt a generous amount applied on his cock.
Jan wanted to have that magnificent piece of manhood up in him, although he never had one even nearly as large in his life. It didn't matter.
"I want you to plow my ass with your cock" he said.
"Jan...Jan, I've never topped before" Mike said, looking straight into his eyes.
"Mike I want you to stroke me, squeeze every muscle I've got, and I want you to bust my ass if that's what it takes. Just push hard, and don't stop until you feel your balls on my ass" Jan said, and lay back on the bed, holding Mike around his hips. He started caressing his thighs and his waist, and then he took Mike's huge member which was only a fraction softer. Mike took over, holding the head, found Jan's hole, already lubed. Jan felt the blunt head about to enter, like a hot billiard ball. Mike pushed, and Jan could feel his hole being stretched slowly. More than anything he wanted to have Mike in him. Suddenly, with a jolt of pain, he felt the head in. He helped Mike push by squeezing him in with his legs, and Mike had one hand around the shaft of his cock, and the other went up and down Jan's abs, feeling the line of soft black fur running up from his crotch to his pecs. The tenderness of the touch made Jan so hot he thought he would melt.
"Mike fuck me, fuck me hard, I want to feel you fill me, grow in me..." he winced.
Then he felt Mike's shaft rub his balls from underneath, as it entered, and instead of pain, there was pure ecstasy. Suddenly he felt Mike's balls on his ass, and saw Mike letting himself down on his chest. A second later, they were stroking, squeezing, kissing and licking each other, Mike humping hard, pushing and pulling, almost violent. It lasted who knows how long, but Jan felt filled up as never before. Soon Mikes thrusts became harder as he rammed him to the hilt. Jan had his hand on his own cock, which was hard as never before and completely rigid and unbendable. He heard Mike moan louder. He felt Mike's member filling him even more as it swelled before it would shoot, and he only wanted it to swell more. Mike sighed, and then winced, and Jan felt his insides being flooded by load after load of hot man juice, and he felt his own balls cramp. The orgasm lasted and lasted, they both shook like being electrocuted.
Mike felt Jan turning to his side. His cock was still buried deep in Jan's ass, and the afterglow was incredible. Jan maneuvered him around, and slowly pulled himself of Mike's cock. He felt a hot, sticky wetness as cum flowed out of Jan's ass. Jan gave him a kiss before he finally moved away and stood up. Mike's gaze followed him to the bathroom, enjoying the sexy ways Jan's big muscles played under his skin, the taper of his wide back into his narrow waist, and the way he walked, favoring his ass which must have been sore as hell from the fuck. A minute later, he heard the toilet flush, and stood up to join Jan. He needed a shower badly, and he wanted to have it with his Mr. Right.
Just as he got to the bathroom door, Jan turned towards him. He smiled. Mike thought he'd jump out of his skin he got so hot instantly. He put his hands on Jan's pecs, feeling their bulk, and Jan embraced him. Then, they kissed, it was just like they rehearsed that moment, their lips just found one another, and as it went on and on, Jan's hands ended up on Mike's butt and Mike's hands on Jan's arms. Mike felt his cock getting hard again.
"Ooops" Jan said, as Mike's cockhead ended up between his legs, pushing. They both laughed and broke the embrace.
"Maybe we should take a day off tomorrow" Mike said, chuckling. Somehow he wasn't at all embarrassed, and only an hour ago, he would be very much so in this condition.
"Fine by me... But, right now there's something I just got to do..." Jan said, and suddenly there was a tape measure in his hand.
"Oh, fuck, of all things..." Mike started, feeling a pang of disappointment for being reduced to his cock, but it only brought another pang because he knew Jan wouldn't do that.
"Come on, Mike, gimme a break, I'm a physicist, we got this thing about numbers"
Jan said, smiling his devastating smile again. Mike looked at him. He looked bigger than ever, and the situation gave him some ideas. He stroked Jan's pecs a little, teasing.
"OK, but I'm a physicist too, so we trade one for one" he said.
"Deal" Jan replied, then kneeled in front of Mike, whose cock was now stone hard and sticking up. He used the tape with great skill, but Mike didn't even look, he was busy getting off the fact that a huge muscle packed god was doing what he was, and even more, getting off on some measuring he's going to do in the very near future. He knew Jan was getting his money's worth because he could feel himself getting painfully hard again. He knew when it was his turn hearing a muffled "Wow" come from Jan. He opened his eyes. Jan stood up.
"My turn now" Mike said. Jan looked at him. Mike's eyes went down to his arm.
Jan did his best to flex his biceps until Mike thought even he could see it starting to cramp. Now it was his turn for that 'wow' but then he went from measuring to licking.
"Hey, hey, no cheating, the results won't count" Jan said, letting his arm down, but only to bring both his hands behind Mike. They kissed again. Mike felt Jan nibble his ear.
"So... satisfied with the results?" he asked.
"Oh yes. You should be written up in the record book - almost 15 inches... phew! You?"
"Are you sure you used that tape right? 15 inches - you make me sound like a white version of Long Dong Silver. Anyway, yes..." Mike licked Jan's nipple "...at almost 23 inches I'm very satisfied, and I think you are too".
"Ha ha - yes, next you're going to tell me I should enter Mr. Olympia"
"Sounds good to me - but I wouldn't want you to shave this perfect hair here"
Mike said, stroking Jan's pec again.
"23 inches - not that I'd mind, but are YOU sure you've been using that tape right?"
"Hey, I'm a physicist, remember?"
"Come on, I've been stuck for almost a year at around 20, give or take a few hair widths, and that's pumped and flexed"
"What are you complaining about then? After all, you said I've got a 15 inch cock, and I haven't"
"Mike... hang on" Jan said, and broke the embrace.
This was really strange. He liked the wordplay, in fact it had gotten him very hot, and very hard, and Mike looked about ready to burst. But there was this thing nagging at the edge of his mind. He turned around and looked at his image in the bathroom mirror.
"Mike, do I seem... well, I know this will sound funny, but do I look larger to you?"
"Mmmm... yummy, you are huge"
"No, man, I'm serious" Jan kept looking at himself, turning a bit this way and that. He couldn't really point his finger at the change, but his arms definitely looked bigger, and so did his chest. In fact, he really liked what he saw. He could see Mikes face in the mirror change to genuine curiosity as he looked as well. He could also see Mike's raging hard-on, and in fact, it did look bigger than he remembered it from only days ago when he sneaked a few looks in the gym showers. Then he noticed Mike's eyes going down, and a look of amazement form on his face as he realized the same thing. Then their eyes met in the mirror.
"Hang on..." Jan said, as he walked over to the bathroom scale. This morning when he stood onto it, it read 262 pounds. It wasn't at all precise, after all it was your old run-of-the-mill bathroom scale, spinning dial and everything, but somehow Jan had this feeling that there would be a difference which couldn't be written off to error. He stood on the scale, and waited for the dial to stop spinning. When it stopped, it read 281 pounds.
"Mike, I think we need a shower. And after that, remember what you said about that day off? Better make it a week"
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