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Side Effects (Original)
|Jan looked at Mike's face. The hair had slipped over his eyes and he was
sleeping like a baby, but Jan could see it wasn't his usual position by the
angle of Mike's head. He chuckled to himself, this was going to be one man with
a stiff neck when he wakes up. Obviously, he will need some adjustment - his
shoulders were much wider now. Jan let his eyes roam lower, over his newfound
lover's chest. Smooth, and now big. Mike had a good body, Jan always wondered
why he kept it hidden behind that sweatsuit. True, he wasn't massive - well,
until now - Jan realized he'll have to do some mental readjustment himself. Mike
used to be light, but he was strong. He wasn't someone that had paper thin skin,
but when he really exerted himself, you could see bulges form and writhe under
that skin, in some positions even his suit wouldn't hide them. Now those bulges
were a lot bigger, but they were still Mike all over. Jan could see Mikes
abdominal muscles, eight subtly outlined squares, perfectly symmetrical. He
noticed silky thin and short fuzz running down towards the larger bush of pubic
hair, that light-brown-almost-blond color. It went down his legs, barely
noticeable in the light of dawn. Jan wanted to touch him, but somehow he felt it
would spoil the moment. Mike looked so good he could have taken a bite out of
him. Instead, he leaned closer, and gave him a very soft kiss. It ended his
diversion, and the thoughts came back into his head.
This gift that came out of nowhere - it was going to affect his and Mike's life profoundly, he had no doubt of that at all. But the fact he was now lying in bed with another man was the most paramount of all those changes so far. Jan admitted to himself he was frightened. Was this love? He had felt like this, but to a lesser degree before, and it turned out to be only temporary infatuation.
This time it was strong, so strong that nothing right now mattered more. But, will it matter tomorrow? He knew he wanted it to. God, how he wanted this to be love! But now with this wishes-come-true thing, how would he change? How would Mike change? Does Mike love me - the inevitable question came into Jan's mind.
Will he continue to love me, even when my desires change me? When Mike's change Mike? Before, Jan thought he knew himself, who he was, but now? What if we quarrel, he thought, suddenly. A very real fear made itself felt somewhere in Jan's chest, almost like someone putting a cube of ice near his heart. Just then, Mike stirred, and opened his eyes.
Mike had that dream again. He was lying on the beach, on the cold wet sand, in the embrace of a big, very muscular man. For some reason it made him worried, but that's where it became different - suddenly he recognized Jan's face, and his worry went away. But then there was a change, and Jan's face started changing to Mike's own, and he awoke to the sight of Jan looking at him, and it was enough to forget that dream.
'Morning' said Jan.
'Mmmm...uh..' said mike, stretching. He looked back at Jan, and he was beaming with delight, and in that look there was a lot of the sexual, but also something much more.
'Where are my glasses?' Mike asked. Jan first looked at him, his eyes bugging out and then he almost choked with a laugh, which then became throaty, and then he was laughing to tears, until he finally fell off the edge of the bed, with a very loud thud, which only broke that laugh for a short 'Ouch'. Mike wasn't what you would call a morning person, so he just continued staring at Jan until that thud. Then he moved over and peered over the edge of the mattress, at Jan, lying there on his back, still giggling, while tears streamed down his face. His whole body twitched slightly with every giggle, and looking down at it Mike felt that some parts of his anatomy were more 'morning' than others.
'Are you OK?' he asked. Jan only giggled again, finally sighing. The start of that sigh brought his chest up so much that Mike felt that warm feeling in his ears. He reminded himself he needed no restraint. He noticed even Jan was surprised, and moved his head to look at his chest, but then he lifted it up again.
'Here's a man that can wish anything changed on him, that used to wear those silly glasses, and he still wants them.' He said. He looked up at Mike again and started giggling again. This time, after a few seconds Mike couldn't hold back himself.
'Well, they are part of my image, you big stud' Mike finally managed to say. It only started another salvo from Jan. He finally managed to calm down.
'I have some news for you, doctor, you are not that small yourself, and you are one dream stud yourself' Jan managed to say.
Mike suddenly remembered this fact. Yes, he could feel every big inch of his body and it really felt hot.
'Jan, do you feel this... fascination with your body?' Mike asked. Jan looked at him.
'I mean, you... you have been... like this a lot longer than I have' Mike finished.
Funny, how difficult it was to say this - Jan you have been a huge musclestud longer than me? It was true. And Mike would have returned to the way he was in a minute if he didn't like it this way, but of course he did like it, and more.
Jan looked at Mike. The answer wasn't easy. He stood up. He could see clearly Mike's eyes devouring him, and he liked it. He had to admit to himself he liked what Mike's stare was devouring. Hell, how could he not like himself? But he knew what Mike meant when he asked the question. He beckoned Mike to stand up.
He did, and Jan looked at him, from head to toe.
'OK, come with me' Jan said, and ushered Mike into the bathroom. There was a large enough mirror there for what he wanted to do. They both ended up in front of it, looking at their reflections.
'So, Mike, tell me what you see' Jan could see quite clearly Mike's eyes looking over his reflection in the mirror. It lasted a while, and Jan took his own time to look at Mike's reflection in the mirror. And what he saw was a 6' approximately 215# or more, very lean and very muscular beauty of a man.
'I see a huge muscle hunk... lets see, 6'5", what, 280 pounds of prime beef, or even more - Jan, you are bigger than ever! Look at your chest, shoulders, arms! And your abs are absolutely incredible' Jan saw him look up and back down. There was no mistaking that he was looking directly at Jan's slowly hardening cock.
Even Jan was more than surprised at the way his cock hung, filling with his blood, which made it hang lower by the second. Jan knew he was actually quite a bit heavier than 280 pounds, actually he was approaching 300 and he was far bigger than ever. He was sure if he entered a bodybuilding contest he wouldn't have to worry a lot about how he would place. He realized he hadn't even looked at himself properly, but he had something else to do.
'Interesting, and who do you see right to the left of this... hunk?' Mike was silent, and looking himself over.
'Come on, Mike, be honest to yourself' Jan said. Mike kept on looking. Then he went on touching. His abs, his chest. Jan could clearly see Mike's cock getting hard, but of course so was his. Mike looked up at him, almost pleadingly. After a second, they broke eye contact and then Mike flexed. Jan couldn't suppress a silent 'wow' - there was no doubt Mike would have no problems in that bodybuilding contest as well! 'That's it, go for it' Jan cheered, but then he almost laughed as Mike attempted a lat spread (although the attempt was more than some real competitors would manage). 'Push your shoulders a bit forward' Jan said, correcting Mike. Then he had an idea. He flexed himself, doing a double biceps, and then a lat spread, and then a side chest pose, while Mike matched his every move. Soon they were both in it with all they got, squeezing like mad, and also hard as stone. In a second the posing involved their raging hard cocks, which were by now oozing pre-cum. Jan was amazed at the size they both attained. When Mike squeezed his abs, his cock reached past the top ridge, and Jan's own stuck out right in front of him, double size compared to what nature had given him. The whole scene was so sexual in every possible respect, he knew he was getting off of himself and off Mike, and it went both ways. They both started pushing into each other, competing for the limited mirror space, and then Jan let it happen.
Mike flexed for all he was worth. He loved the way he looked, he loved how his chest protruded in front of him, those cut abs, and these huge peaked biceps, which in shape rivaled even Jan's, although his were much bigger, it was all about proportion. And when he would flex, he could feel the power again, just like yesterday, but seeing his muscles bulge and writhe, and pump up so big was turning him on so much, and to top it all off, looking at Jan, even bigger, and then comparing their cocks as well. Mike felt his cock was about to burst, keeping himself from jumping onto Jan, and instead this getting off on himself made him even more horny. He felt he was close to cumming and he never even touched his huge sex organ, although it did get ample stimulation from rubbing against his own and Jan's muscle, and also Jan's cock on a few occasions. And then, he saw both of them are growing. He felt getting heavier, and his muscles getting bigger even as he flexed them. His shoulders got absolutely huge, and his arms must now have been well over the 20" mark and growing. His chest went higher and higher, and his abs looked ready to rip his skin every time he flexed them, his cock, which was also growing, now already reaching the bottom of his expanding pecs. He knew he wasn't doing this, but he wanted it, and then he realized Jan's shoulder was pushing into his, and one look at Jan was enough to get him over the top. He knew he was going to cum like never before, but somehow he held on for a second, seeing Jan flex and stroke himself, and that was the end of it - he felt his internal muscles flex and cramp in a salvo, which ended up as several shafts of his jizz spread up his chest, and then over the mirror, as he grabbed hold of his now at least 18" cock, and again, where it splashed with a loud splash, before Jan's milky juices joined his in a total cumming orgy. All he saw were huge muscles, huge cocks and huge amounts of cum, and he wished he could keep cumming, before he realized what it meant. The last thing he remembered clearly was seeing his balls visibly swell and feeling the cumloads spewing out of both their cocks get thicker and even larger. They ended up in a half turn to each other, flexing in a most muscular pose looking like their skin was going to rip open, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, and almost pec to pec, their cocks big enough to be crossed in front of them, still spewing cum, while they both flexed in synch with the cumshots. It must have lasted minutes, and when Mike could finally feel the cramps become slow twitches, cum was still dribbling from his cock, and he started feeling his balls ached. Jan was, barely because they were so big, holding his balls in one hand while the other milked the last of the dribbling cum out of his super-cock, which was slowly starting to go from rock hard to only slightly less. Mike did the same, feeling how his balls had grown and were extremely sensitive. He could do foot-long strokes and there was like half a foot more to spare of his cock, he pulled it up and the head ended right over his breastbone, under his pecs, huge, the piss-slit still dribbling. They have cum what looked like a gallon of cum all over the bathroom and each other, and Mike rubbed it into his newgrown muscle, feeling every ridge, and flexing for himself to make those ridges and bulges even bigger. Then he moved on to Jan, doing the same for him.
'So...' Jan said, panting, 'Does this answer your question?' Mike stood up on his toes to make him as tall as Jan, or almost, and leaned into him, pec to pec.
'Completely' he said, and flexed his pecs into Jan's, who returned the favor. He wanted to kiss Jan, but their pecs were in the way. He relaxed, and felt Jan's arms around him. With his hands he found both their cocks, extending up between them, still half hard, but now smaller and more manageable. He squeezed them together and stroked them, letting himself fall towards Jan, into that kiss waiting for him.
'We must do this again sometime soon' Jan said.
'Well, not right now... what time is it?' Mike asked.
'Ummm... about half past seven, I guess, why?' Jan replied, looking at Mike, and enjoying it. Mike was covered by a sheen of cum and sweat and, Jan realized, so was he, and about half of the bathroom, and especially the mirror. It looked as if someone took a gallon of cum and sprayed it all over.
'Well, someone's got to go to get a message to the Institute and someone's got to clean all this up' Mike said, 'and we both positively must get a shower' Jan looked at the mess, and then at Mike, and decided to try a run for the phone, but Mike obviously had the same idea, and they ended up being stuck in the doorway.
'Well, as I see it, Mr. Ward, we either wait for our pump to go down a bit so we can both get out of here at the same time, or you let your boss handle things from here on' Mike said. Jan exhaled, and Mike writhed out of the bathroom, only to push Jan in, and enter himself.
'OK boss, I guess it's time to hit the shower' Jan said.
'And one by one this time' Mike said.
A few minutes later, Jan busied himself making the most of cleaning the numerous blotches of cum, while Mike was in the shower. He shouted out of the shower.
'Jan, I have almost two months of holiday left over from the last few years' Mike said. After a few seconds he added 'What will I tell them, you have been with the institute too short a time, I don't think they will let you have more than a week off'.
Jan thought about this. He was sure Mike knew this was a change in both their lives that would need a lot more than a week, or two months. Quite probably a lifetime.
'Does it matter?' Jan asked. There was only the sound of water from the shower for a long time.
'Jan... I can't let myself forget the routine of a lifetime that easily. I... just need time.' Mike said. Jan thought about this before. He knew the feeling. 'I'll call in and tell them it's a family emergency' Jan answered. The ring of truth about this was quite disturbing.
'I'll need your car' Mike said, coming out of the shower. Jan mouthed a quick 'OK'. And then he thought of something and almost started laughing again, glad for the distraction from much more pressing thoughts.
'Yes, but what are you going to wear?' Jan said.
Mike looked down at himself and laughed out loud. "well, if this goes on, I think we'll need to ask that question every day'. But the laugh was soon sour, as Mike realized he didn't want to go back to his old body, and he realized, his old self. He had to admit the showers he's going to see in this life were more likely than not to feel cramped, and clothing is going to be a problem, but he felt better than ever in his life - he considered the clothing and the showers a small price to pay. Jan had suggested he used some of his stuff, so he took one of his T-shirts, and shorts. The briefs were a problem, first because he could barely get them over his thighs, enjoying every minute of it, flexing just to feel the legs press in a bit, but finally he managed to get them on, and found it a problem covering all his nether-regions with them. Good thing his cock remained the same way as always, even at this humongous size it would attain when hard, in the accustomed manner it shriveled down when soft to about 7 manageable inches, but his now huge balls were an entirely different matter. He couldn't help but chuckle at the problems Jan would have, but then he realized that's why he got away with being the one that goes out in public so easily. He dressed up into the clothes, and popped down to Jan's car to get his gym bag out. Just as he got back into Jan's apartment, he saw Jan coming out of the bathroom, grazing the doorframe with his shoulders. Yes, he though, this man was going to have some problems with clothing all right, chuckling.
'And what are you going to wear' he asked, not being able to resist the thought.
'Oh, nothing, I think' Jan, said flatly.
'Well, then I think I'll be back very soon' Mike said.
'Mike... remember what you said about trying some things alone? Don't hurry... I think we both need some time...' Jan said. Mike had to admit he was right. He started taking off Jan's clothes, to put on his own.
'OK... but Jan, we'll have to... we should... we should not have secrets between us now...' Mike said, and was almost immediately sorry he said it. It sounded so pushy, but also, right. After all, for all he knew, they were the only two beings on this planet that had this incredible ability, and he... he had to admit he was frightened in a way to explore it alone. It reminded him so much of an experiment he red about once, involving the stimulation of pleasure centers in the brain. Rats treated that way would keep on stimulating themselves until they would die of exhaustion or thirst or hunger. He looked Jan in the eyes, and the look in them and on his face told him he had the same fears. Mike thanked fate that this was not the only reason they were together. Then it was time to remind himself of how he used to be. He convinced himself he wanted it, and wished to go back to his old self. It took only a few seconds, and he looked more or less like the old Mike. He put his clothes on, but couldn't resist the hedonistic urge to let himself grow just a bit, filling the clothes much more than he used to. He could feel the fabric of his clothes move over his growing body, until it was stretched quite taut over his pecs, and around his arms and thighs, but then he realized he wouldn't pass as the old Mike, and made himself shrink back a little. The end result was still quite a bit bigger then Mike used to be, but it would probably take someone very much interested in Mike to see the difference.
Someone like Jan.
'What do you think?' He said to Jan, who was standing there looking all the time.
'Mike... I like you any way you are, as long as it's still you' Jan said, and Mike felt relieved. He knew that was not the answer to his question, but it was an answer to another, unsaid one.
'I'll be back by evening, big guy' Mike said. Then he just couldn't help himself, and walked over, and kissed Jan, hugging. He felt Jan's huge arms around his shoulders. 'You know I'll be waiting' Jan whispered in his ear.
Jan sat on the bed. Mike was gone only five minutes, and he already felt alone.
He just had this feeling they were meant to be together, much more than ever, and he could have seen the fear in Mike's eyes when he started the subject of being alone. He could feel this fear, the fear of loosing oneself and becoming so self-centered because of this new ability. He knew he would not be able to resist testing it for all it was worth, and very soon. It was just this feeling of feeling better in the company of equals, and Mike was so much more than that.
He went to the kitchen, again feeling how his now superhuman shoulders grazed the doorframe. It felt so sexy to be so big, he almost started flexing for himself. He fixed himself something to eat, not much at all. He didn't really feel hungry in the sense of not being energetic, hell, he felt he could throw cars up into the stratosphere with one hand, it was just his bowels needed something to do. Just as he was cutting himself some tomato to put into a sandwich, he got his first opportunity to test his newfound ability - he cut his finger. He looked up at it, noting the pain, almost finding it preposterous that this could have happened to him. But, he realized he lacked some coordination, after all he had added about 80 pounds of muscle onto himself. He looked up at his finger, and wanted it 'fixed'. Still, although he knew it would happen, he was startled at the way it did. In about one second, the cut simply closed itself and the blood just disappeared, like it was sucked into the skin. He just couldn't resist the scientist in him, and took a small spoon, and cut himself again, noting that this time there was only a strange feeling instead of pain - it was like his body knew no warning signs were needed because he knew what he was doing. This time he let a drop of his blood drip into the spoon, and then he let the wound heel. He started eating his sandwich, looking at the drop of blood in the spoon. He had an idea he wanted to test. Sure enough, after about 6 minutes, the drop started becoming pale, and then disappeared completely. He finished off the sandwich, and took a post-it from the fridge, and wrote down: 'The matter we're maid of is reclaimed when it dies'. He went into the living room and stuck the post-it on the screen of his computer. Some habits, he chuckled, just don't go away - he was almost sure he would remember it for as long as he wanted - after all he _wanted_ it, and that word now held paramount importance. He now knew the inflation field was limited to his own, and Mike's of course, living cells. Still, he wanted to do another test - he had the pen still in his hand, and concentrated all he could wishing it bent. Instead of that, he found himself squeezing it until it snapped in two. He almost laughed at himself. He rummaged through the drawer to find another pen, and wrote down 'Effect is restricted to living parts of me'. Then he added 'and Mike'. He stuck the post-it right beside the first one.
'I wonder...' he said to himself. At first he considered wishing himself wings, but some reason remained, so Jan wished for an extra finger on his foot - after all if it could be done, it could be undone. As he suspected, nothing happened.
'Pity, I really wanted to try out wings' he said, to no one in particular. Truth be said, he wasn't surprised - he had no ideas what his body would have to do to get him working wings. In fact, the more he thought about it the less he wanted to see it happen, because he had a hunch, after this experiment failed, that the changing ability was limited to what human genes could do. He chuckled - it gave a whole new meaning to 'humanly possible'. He wrote that down, too. He went back to the kitchen, returning the post-it's to the fridge. Just then it hit him. He almost shouted out 'Hey, I can eat whatever I want and as much as I want'. Well, just as he thought of that, he realized it was probably not entirely true - he could probably still eat too much and just get sick, now that fat was out of the picture. That got him wondering. What is it like to be fat? Like really overweight? Nah, he didn't want to try that. But somehow, he always found a beer-gut strangely appealing. Maybe it's something genetical, he thought - like a signal of abundance of food, or that the man is a good provider? He had seen many a man with a big beer-gut fondle and stroke it, he even remembered how, as a kid he poked at his uncle's huge gut, fascinated how big it was. How did that feel? He made his abdomen pop out, and gave the stroking a try. Not bad. No, he really didn't like being fat. How about only a beer-gut. Big but tight? He went to the bathroom, he needed a mirror. He stood sideways, and watched his gut distend into a true veteran beer-drinker gut. He stroked it appreciatively. He couldn't feel anything of that razor sharp six-pack that was there not a few seconds ago. He felt it's weight pull him down a little, and how his belly button ended up two inches deep in the flab. Only it wasn't very flabby at all, but tight and hard, just like he wanted it. He bent forwards a little and discovered it looked bigger. He continued stroking it, his left hand soon joining his right. He squeezed it tentatively. Somehow, it felt... arousing? Then he made it grow bigger, his 33" waistline growing more than double. It bulged immensely right beneath his pecs, and went down to his crotch, the curve like some kind of a big, partly inflated balloon. He had always disliked a bulge down there, but when it was this big... he continued stroking, fascinated by the immense curve. He felt the weight pull him even more, and the curve get larger as he made it still grow further. It was quite uncomfortable being bent that way. Then he had an idea. He walked, or rather waddled to the bedroom. Jan knew he had a somewhat muscle-bound gait, but he was used to it, and it was even easy to adjust to the new size of his thighs, but this now huge belly offset his balance. He opened the doors of two built-in closets along the wall beside the bed, and they made a big enough full height mirror, out of the two mirrors fitted on the doors. Then, he sat in the middle of the bed, crossing his legs.
The position made his gut stick out immensely, and he started stroking it again, fascinated by the size of it, now it really looked like a balloon of some sort, under his skin. He untangled his legs, and spread them straight out, realizing they had obscured the view to this incredible bloated piece of his body. It looked even bigger now, and he made it still bigger. It became huge, bigger than any gut he ever saw, it curved immensely so that it started practically horizontal right under his pecs. Jan explored that angle, went over it with his hands, stroked the bloated sides, trying to lift it, feeling the huge weight, stuck his finger into the orifice left by his belly button. It was so huge, so inflated... the feeling had made him half hard already, and he felt a full hard-on coming. He had to admit he was enjoying this, and deny it all he wanted, it was somehow so sexual. He shifted, pulling that weight in front of him, and pulled his cock out between his protruding gut and his right thigh, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and that huge gob of his flesh in front of him.
'Oh, heck, who am I trying to fool' he said to himself, realizing what he wanted. He made his gut grow slowly. By the second it became larger and larger, while he stroked it with his left hand. He felt his cock grow bigger too, as it approached stone-hardness, and started to fondle it and stroke it with his right hand, feeling how his growing gut pressed the shaft of his cock. Now fully hard, it extended to the side where he couldn't see it in the mirror. He felt his precum ooze, lubricating his stroking hand. His gut was now immense, it stuck right in front of him, almost like a huge ball, so big now Jan couldn't by far reach around it with one hand, it jutted upwards over his pecs, pressing into them, and over his thighs, and it was still getting bigger. It only made Jan want more, and it started growing faster, and so did Jan's stroking of it, and his cock. It grew further, Jan could see blood vessels under the distended skin, which soon became more distended, under the growing, perversely distended balloon-like flesh, it looked about ready to explode. Jan stroked it as far as he could reach, the size of it now obscuring his vision, laying his cock along the taut and hard surface, still stroking. He wanted it to grow as big as possible, and the thought made it suddenly grow three times faster, literally inflating itself, until it went up over Jan's pecs, and bulged so big Jan couldn't see over it. It pressed his legs down immensely, he wobbled from side to side trying to get his legs spread more, and long ago it became so huge there would have been no way Jan could stand at all, he started feeling how it held itself taut with it's own immense weight, there must have been a thousand pounds in it, and Jan was stroking it, and his cock, in a frenzy. He looked at his own gut still growing, but more slowly now in the mirror, so big he couldn't reach around with both hands, it looked like some overinflated baloon, completely round, and now over a yard across. The skin over it was stretched almost translucent, and it felt distended as far as it would go, the mass under it a huge tumescence, almost hurting, like it was having trouble holding itself together. Finally it stopped growing, over a yard and a half across, and that's when Jan came with such force that his cum shot over half the room, the subsequent gushes dribbling down his shaft, which he held stuck to the balloon of flab before him, so he rubbed his cum into it. When the frenzy finally subsided, Jan realized he was held upright by the mass of his impossibly huge gut. He looked at it's reflection in the mirror.
'Jan, you are really perverse...' he said, looking at his hyperdistended gut reaching so far in front of him it went far further than his legs. He stroked and patted it a bit. He couldn't move, and the fascination with it was blunted.
He thought 'Well, enough of that', but continued stroking it while it started getting smaller quickly, and hastened to add '...but it was a good game'. He was glad that by some miracle the bed didn't crack. As it grew smaller, he continued stroking, let himself fall back, free of the weight. Soon it became a big beer-gut, and he held his hand on it, lying down flat on his back. It deflated fairly quickly, and in about two minutes he felt his six-pack abs suddenly emerge under his hand, it was as if the flab was being drained away. He tensed his abs and in a few more seconds he felt them appearing like sunken islands in an ebbing tide. He felt them cutting up, suddenly becoming as hard as ever and possibly even more. He ran his fingers up and down, producing a satisfying 'rrrr' noise.
'Wow, what a way to loose weight' Jan chuckled, feeling the ridges of his abdomen again, sticky from his cum. He looked up and almost freaked out.
'Oh fuck, can it be this long?' he shouted, lifting up his flaccid cock, which almost immediately started going hard again. He realized that in order to be able to keep his hand on his cock with that size of a gut, he had to have made it longer, in fact he remembered it slipping and how he wanted his hand to be able to reach it. He was glad it wasn't his arm that got longer, because now his cock was well on the way to full hardness, and it was longer than he imagined a cock could ever be, which made him considerably more hot than having one arm longer than the other.
In a few seconds his cock grew to steel hard. It was the same thickness as before, but now it was much longer, Jan kept stroking it all the time, while it was growing hard again, and now it must have been two and a half feet long, angry red-brown, the vein over it bulging, hard with a hardness Jan never felt before. He stroked it with both hands, holding it straight up, and then he let it fall towards him, making another fantasy into reality as he lifted his head, and pulled his cock towards him, it's two and a half feet easily reaching to his mouth. The head was so hard, and hot, Jan bent the shaft, and almost gobbled the head down. He felt his balls draw up, as he got one hand around them in his stroking. This was the first time he ever tasted his pre-cum and the very act got him well over the edge. He was already very sensitive, and it took him only three more strokes to cum with all his might right into his mouth, lapping what felt like pints of thick creamy manjuice. Amongst the feeling of an orgasmic earthquake, he felt the taste of his cum, hot, salty-sweet. It lasted again what looked like several minutes, and when he finally managed to calm down, his cock softening, he realized he was full.
'Great. Now I need another shower, and clean bedsheets.' Jan thought. He stood up, and walked around a bit, savoring the feeling of his cock, which now hung a bit above his knee, completely flaccid, flopping between his thighs. He went over to the still open closets, and looked at his reflection in the mirror on one of the doors, wiggling his butt to smack his cock between his thighs some more. He enjoyed it, and then kneeled down to pull out the bedsheets, feeling the head of his cock scrape on the carpeting, almost painfully. 'Now, that's an idea' he thought, chuckling inwardly because it brought another thought, a 'Wonder what other people would say' thought. He let his cock shrink back somewhat, and then he remembered the peculiar way Mike's cock would surprise him with it's growing capacity, and he thought it was a very good idea, it made the whole 'thing' much more manageable. He immediately felt his own cock going more flaccid than what he knew as flaccid, shrinking. He realized the only part of 'what other people would say' right now meant 'what Mike would say'. To get his mind from that particular question, he found a pen on his desk and added 'It's amazing what some genetic limits are" on one of the post-its. Come to think of it, he wanted to do some more experiments on that.
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