Custom Fit (MM story: college, muscle, bulge, size difference, and growth)

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I'm hoping to have the next two chapters up by valentines day!

 

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[ndamood4sum]

Chapter 17 (part 1) Thanks for patience and all your input on moving forward!

Chapter 17
“But in his own letters the creature states that if he were to take a name, it would be the name of his father. His creator. The creature’s namelessness is a reflection of Victor’s coldness and rejection. I would argue that by naming him, and specifically naming him for Victor, the audience is sympathizing with the creature.” Claire counters, lounging back in the rising steam, her ample and exquisite tits out, legs sprawled across Wes’s lap. “Literature is a living thing. Mary Shelley didn’t write a child’s story of good versus evil, it’s more complex than that. She challenged people’s perceptions her entire life. The audiences’ collective naming of the creature, and therefore identifying the real protagonist and antagonist of the story, is a resounding support for the spirit and intent of her work.”

“I’d argue that naming the monster isn’t necessarily a reflection of collective recognition. People are way stupider than you give them credit for.” Wes replies, followed by a long draw from his beer. “They’re probably just reflexively assuming the iconic character is the one the story is named for. Uh oh, speak of the devil.”

Wes opens his arms in welcome as Mikey, Sid and I approach the hot tub. After Halloween, Claire and Wes went from friends who occasionally fuck to a couple that occasionally pauses their debates to fuck. It’s been six weeks since the party and the Psi Nu house has become a regular hangout for all of us. Claire and Wes dating is a big part of that, but we’ve been getting closer to a lot of the other brothers. Though none of us have pledged (and I don’t know if I ever would) they’ve been really enthusiastic about us coming around all the time.

“Friends of the House.” Sid calls it.

Oh, yeah, that’s some more news. The day after the party, in the sober daylight, Mikey and I were able to unpack some of the more, um, let’s say questionable decisions from the night before. We were lucky we ended up meeting Sid, instead of some rohypnol packing predator. Once we agreed not to make decisions like that under the influence of anything ever again, we noticed that, as it turns out, impulsively pulling a third person into our sexual dynamic is something we both really, really enjoyed.

“So what would that mean for us?” Mikey asked, a bit sheepishly. “Like, the us part of us.”

“I mean, you’re my boyfriend, right?” I started, keeping eye contact to try and feel out Mikey’s reaction.

“Yes! I mean, yes, please…?” Mikey replied, obviously doing the same.

“Good. Ok. Right now, I wouldn’t want to do anything sexual without you around. And I wouldn’t want to do anything romantically with anyone else at all.” I said truthfully.

“Oh, fuck, phew.” Mikey breathed out a sigh of relief. We both did. Together. Whatever comes next, we were doing it together.

So we talked it out (with some googling, and texting Claire and Jack, and joining a sub reddit or two). Every detail. What we’d be down to explore, what our hard limits are, non-verbal cues to let the other person know we want to stop or feel unsafe. And what’s funny is, we ended up closer than ever. Fuck, we even talked about things we might want to try one-on-one. I told Mikey about fantasies I’ve never spoken aloud before that morning. And he told me about some of his. I loved it. And not just because his fantasies were hot as fuck. Now that we have a deeper understanding of what we both want, it feels more secure.

Turns out Sid was down to be our occasional third, and otherwise is just a great friend. And when I say Sid was down, I mean he fell to his knees and sucked us both off on the spot. And fuck can Sid suck a cock, worshipfully wrapping his mouth around my thick shaft and working my nuts with his freehand as he fondles his own massive balls. Popping between Mikey’s jaw stretching monster and my hefty piece with perfect rhythm. Chef’s kiss. If he had a rating page I’d give 5 stars. And I admit, we hook up in Sid’s room about half the times we’re over.

Now it’s the first week in December and Sid texted inviting us over for some hot tub time before finals. It’s been cold, but not enough to snow yet. Jack wasn’t kidding when he said the Works gets brutally cold in the winter, and I admit the furnace at home has been struggling to keep the basement above 55. That adds up to a lot of me hunched over a sewing table and Mikey lifting in cold conditions, and our bodies could use a hot soak.

“Well if it isn’t Doctor Frankenstein and his monster, come to argue the merits of proper nomenclature with us?” Wes greets us as we approach. “Claire was just being far too kind to the unwashed masses.”

“And Wes was just losing his chance to get any tonight by resorting to classist reductive reasoning.” Claire laughs, tilting her head at Wes. “Join us. The water is lovely.”

We all start the process of stripping in the backyard of a frat house, dancing to keep as warm as possible while pulling sweaters over heads and shimmying out of jeans. Mikey is wearing the square-cut trunks I made for him, and I love seeing his epic meat outlined in the pouch. I see Sid glance over and enjoy the sight as well, and I smile knowing how much it turns Mikey on to be looked at exactly like that.

“I want a swimsuit like that.” Sid muses.

“I want a cock like that!” Wes calls out from the hot tub.

I snort-laugh. Sid nods in agreement. Mikey’s looking down, but I can see the smile quirking the side of his perfect mouth. I turn to Wes, stripped down to my white trunks. They’re not skin tight, but they are short. Like gym shorts from an 80’s slasher movie. I built a snug pouch into the band to keep my soft dick from flopping out the leg openings, and the resulting bulge is bouncy and full.

“And you’ve never seen it hard.” I say, giving Wes a wink and holding my hands in front of me, about a foot apart.

“Fuck.” Says Wes.

“Ow. No thank you.” Says Claire, her eyes wide, “I tap out around there.” She explains, pointing to around the 7 inch mark. Mikey looks over my shoulder.

“Well that rules Adam out, too.” He chuckles, climbing into the tub. I watch the globes of his ass wrestle in the suit as he steps his massive legs over the side of the jacuzzi.

“Goddammit. Am I small?” Wes cries out to the universe, standing up and raising his hands in exasperation.

“No, Adam’s just surprisingly well hung.” Sid laughs, climbing in behind Mikey and splashing Wes as he passes. He does look kinda dorky in his board shorts, even though they hug his ass well.

“I’d be happy to make you a suit. Something that really emphasizes your assets.” I laugh through chattering teeth. I’m now shivering and blushing simultaneously, still pulling off my last sock. I’m always the last in the tub. Probably because I take the time to drape each item of clothing over one of the patio chairs carefully before moving on to the next. What can I say, fashion demands sacrifice. I climb in quickly, settling in between Mikey and Sid, letting the warm water and the warm, hard bodies heat me up in unison.

“Dude, seriously? That would be awesome. I can pay you.” Sid says, clearly digging the idea.

“Mmmhmm. I accept trade, you know.” I flirt back.

Claire gasps, “Shit! That reminds me, I still owe Jack twenty bucks for our Halloween bet.”

“Dude, I’ve seen your dick, you’re not small by any means.” Sid assures Wes.

“Aw, thanks man.” Wes says earnestly, then “I’ve seen your porn searches, you’ve got high standards for size.”

“Wait, go back,” I say, refocusing the conversation on Claire “You made a bet with Jack? Spill, girl.”

“Oh, it was weeks ago. Jack just said everyone hooks up at Psi Nu parties…”

“Thank you, we do our best.” Wes interjects.

“And I said you and Mikey were too freshly together back then to tag anyone else into the love fest.” Claire finishes.

“Huh.” I reply, “I may need to mull that over for a minute.”

“Surprised the hell out of us, too.” Mikey says to Claire in a mock whisper.

“All good? You two might be my favorite couple ever, so I’m kinda invested.” Claire asks, leaning toward Mikey and I. I admit, I love the way her breasts drape across the top of the water when she leans in.

“All good.” I say, taking Mikey’s hand over the water and displaying the gesture for her appraisal.

“We’re together, and we’re down to clown, as a couple.” Mikey specifies.

“He’s been trying out different phrases to describe our dynamic. I like that one.” I explain.

“OOh, fun. Lemme try.” Claire says, never one to back off a writing challenge. “Hmmm. Monogamish?”

“Too Millennial.” Wes cringes. “How about PolySlamorous?”

“No. Boo.” Mikey laughs.

“Truly terrible, babe.” Claire agrees.

“Flexible?” Sid pipes up.

“Ironically, that feels too rigid.” I say. “Does that make sense?”

“Wait, I got this!” Claire says, her eyes sparkling, “Open to suggestions.”

“Ooh. I like that!” Says Mikey, then, trying it on, “Oh us, we’re open to suggestions.”

“It’s good! Non-committal, but not dismissive. Wordplay, but not dad-hat wordplay, like Wes’ idea.” I assess outloud, waving a hand at Wes as he opens his mouth to protest.

“So it’s settled, Adam and Mikey are open to suggestions.” Claire declares proudly.

“I have a suggestion!” Says Jack out of nowhere. We all look over to the patio where he stands, looking chic as fuck in an all black winter ensemble. He unbuttons and removes his peacoat, deftly working the classic toggles. He kicks a foot up on a patio chair, and slowly unzips a knee-high black leather riding boot. “One of you rubs my aching back while the other rubs my sore-ass feet. How’s that sound for a fun couples activity?”

Jack removes the other boot, then slowly removes his black cashmere sweater, revealing the soft slope of his spine. He unbuckles and unzips his pants, stepping out of them gracefully, extending his long slender legs with each motion. I feel Mikey’s hand grip my thigh under the water a bit. Jack looks over his shoulder at his audience, giving us a wink and an ass shake in his electric blue Andrew Christian swim briefs.

Claire wolf whistles at this.

“Damn, nice ass.” Sid mumbles appreciatively. I idly wonder if they’d ever hook up.

“Quit teasing us and come get your back rubbed!” Mikey sighs, impatiently.

“Never rush a diva.” Jack chides while pulling off his socks, but then immediately shivers in the cold and runs to climb into the tub. He sits unceremoniously in my lap with a steaming splash.

“Hello, lovely.” He says, and plops a kiss on my forehead. He slips off my lap, his ass dragging gently across my junk and crosses the short distance to a spot by Claire in an entirely unnecessary tiny dog-paddle stroke.

“Finals kicking your ass?” Wes asks with a chuckle.

“Entirely. But at least I’m almost done. Just need to get through my Art History exam and I’m golden.” Jack sighs.

“Oof. Slide identification or essay?” Sid asks in sympathy.

“Both.” Jack answers grimly.

Sid, Wes, and Claire groan loudly, throwing their heads back with tragic emphasis.

“How about the freshmen, how are your finals going?” Wes asks, probably noticing our nervous glances.

Mikey and I exchange looks.

“I know Mikey’s finals have been pretty tough, but he’s pre-med. It’s mostly science and math.” I say, patting his knee under the water. “Mine have been easy, by comparison (and not just because half of them are sewing projects). English was a snap, I’d read the book before so I just revised an essay from memory as best I could.”

“That’s my boy.” Claire smiles. “Anything left?”

“I’m done tomorrow.” Mikey says, “But it’s just my Spanish oral. Ser pan comido. Adam, you just have Geology, right.”

“Fuck. Um. Yes, er, well no…” I stutter, caught off guard. Everyone looks at me, worried.

“Spill, diva.” Jack says firmly.

“Fuck. I just, kinda, fucked that one up. I won’t be able to pass anyway so I figured why even bother?” This is humiliating.

“I thought you nailed the midterm?” Mikey says, perplexed.

“I did. I just missed too many lectures running from Brett the Bully.” I say, shrugging and trying not to feel what I’m feeling.

“Fucking Brett!” Sid cries out.

“Fuck that guy.” Jack says with narrowed eyes.

“I swear, I’m going to tear that guy's arms off one day.” Mikey grumbles.

“And I’m going to watch.” Jack piles on.

“That’s not your fault!” Claire shouts in exasperation, “You were literally being stalked by a deranged homophobe! No. Nope. Not happening. Who is the professor?”

Claire reaches for her phone and I momentarily panic.

“Who are you calling?!” I blurt out.

“No one. I’m looking up their office hours so we can get you some extra credit and save this grade.” Claire soothes, barely looking up. “I’m on the department page, what’s their name?”

“Cordova. Robert Cordova.” I answer, “You think you can save it? I haven’t reported Brett or anything.”

“Totally. Having documented the issue with faculty will actually help whenever you do choose to turn the hate-filled little shit in. Can you pass the final?” She answers honestly.

“Definitely.” I nod, “There was another lecture on Thursdays, so I’ve just been going to that one. Lab work and exam grades are good. It’s just the attendance.”

“Nice. We’re on his schedule. Tomorrow morning, 10am, Billingsley Hall. I’ll meet you there.”

“Thank you,” I say, then, cheekily, “mom.”

“Yeah, thanks mom!” Sid echoes.

“Thanks mommy.” Wes says lewdly.

“Ew.” Claire replies, kissing Wes.

…

I always get worried when what seems to be a loving couple begins to invite others into their bed things usually take a turn for the worst. I just hope that doesn't happen to them.

 

[GayestMido]

Real. I'm waiting on my proofreader. Trust me, it needs it.

I'm not trying to be a pushover or anything... but your proofreader has been proofreading for over two weeks already. You got me checking every day religiously to see if there has been an update...

 

[OneLuckyGuy89]

So excited for more. This is such a hot story.

 

[ndamood4sum]

Chapter 20
It only takes us about half an hour to get dressed and head across campus to Psi Nu. Mikey has been quiet the whole time, responding only when prodded and one syllable at a time. He’s clearly got stormy thoughts, and I’m kinda eager to get him talking, but I’ve learned not to push when he’s like this. He only deflects questions and goes deeper inside himself. Frustrating, but for now I’ll settle for keeping him occupied with Sid-stractions and get some studying done for tomorrow’s Geology final.
Sid warned us that the house was pretty empty by now, since most of the brothers had finished their finals and headed home for the holiday break. When we arrive I’m pleasantly surprised to see the eaves and window trim have twinkly multi-colored xmas lights, a huge wreath on the front door, and a giant inflatable Santa on the lawn. We walk inside and my jaw drops. These frat boys have fully decked their halls. There’re light strings on every door frame, wreaths hanging on the walls. Someone even went to the trouble of wrapping the framed pictures on the wall in gift wrap, with big bows stuck in the middle. Some real Martha Stewart shit.

“Holy shit. We were here yesterday, what lifetime-christmas-movie tornado ripped through here?” I ask, agape.

“Ha! Yeah. Dan gets a little into the holidays. The fraternity kicks him some extra cash to act as our house manager, so he’s here through the break. He likes to make it as homey as possible.” Sid says, leading us through the living room, past the huge tree, through the dining room to the kitchen, where Dan is putting a tray of cookies in the oven. “Including baking.”

“Oh good, people. I can’t possibly eat all of these myself.” Dan says, smiling and dusting flour off of his apron. “The lemon bars are still cooling but the oatmeal chocolate chip should be perfectly warm.”

“Dude, these are fucking bomb.” Mikey says, already two cookies stuffed into his mouth. It’s good to see him perk up. I gotta remember to feed him when he’s struggling with something. “Where’d you learn to bake?”

“My mom owned a bakery. I used to help her when I was a kid.” Dan replies, scooping chilled chocolate chip cookie dough onto a new sheet pan.

“Owned? Did she retire?” I ask.

“My parents died when I was 11.” Dan says, matter of factly. Mikey chokes on the milk he was drinking.

“I’m so sorry.” I say quickly, feeling my cheeks get warm.

“Ha! Thanks.” Dan laughs. “Seriously, you’re ok. It was a long time ago.”

He offers me a cookie and a warm smile, then returns to his dough scooping, talking cheerfully about the necessity of chilling your dough for 24 hours before baking. I haven’t spent much time with Dan since Halloween and our epic game of beer pong, but Sid talks about him a lot, and always fondly. He’s on the tall side, maybe a touch over 6’, with a lanky (but strong) build. I remember him showing his body off in his Spiderman spandex on Halloween, but every time I’ve seen him since he’s absolutely swimming in baggy 90’s clothes. Oversized jeans belted around his small waist, tie-dye t-shirts at least 2 sizes too big. Honestly it always goes well with his messy center-parted sandy hair and overall comfy stoner vibe.

“Hey Dan, you took Geology 101 last year, right?” Sid asks around a mouthful of oatmeal cookie.

“Yep. Gotta love an easy science credit. I’ll leave Organic Chemistry to the masochists.” He replies, waving a hand at Mikey.

“Ugh. Yes. All the sophomores in my program look like they’re going through hell.” Mikey groan-laughs, “But baking is mostly chemistry. You might surprise yourself.”

“Fair point. Maybe I could make more complex cookies. Ginger snaps that give you superpowers or something.” Dan muses.

“Or you could learn to make LSD!” Sid suggests.

“You’re a terrible influence, Sid.” Dan replies, “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes. All my friend’s moms.” Sid bats back, then, “Any chance you have your Geology notes? Adam here has his final tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, totally. You know I never throw anything away.” Dan nods, setting a timer on his phone for the oven. “Come with me, I’ll set you up.”

“That would be a huge help!” I say, “Thank you.”

We all follow Dan up the front stairs to the bedroom floor. Sid’s room is on the back of the house, his window facing the deck and patio, but Dan’s is around the front. His door has a whiteboard on the hallway side, where one of the brothers has scrawled BIG D in blocky dry-erase marker next to a pansexual pride flag sticker and a note about Cliff owing him $40. I raise an eyebrow to Mikey as we pass it, and he gives me an eyebrow raise and his meaty bulge an adjustment in his grey sweats.

We walk in and find a room a bit bigger than than Sid’s, and it’s a corner so it has windows on 2 walls. He’s arranged it well and moreover it’s immaculately clean. The laundry is in the basket, instead of a pile. His closet is open with clothes hanging in neat rows. His bed is made. Fuck, even his bong is clean and organized neatly beside a grinder and stash box.

“Lemme see…” Dan says, walking up to a filing cabinet in the corner by his well-ordered desk.

“Dude. Holy shit. You have a filing cabinet?” I say. “This is the cleanest room I’ve ever seen.”

“Ha. Yeah. When you’ve been on your own as long as I have you either get organized or die trying.” He mutters.

“Shit, you have a switch!” Mikey says, poking through the video game set up by a decently sized TV. “Do you have Smash Brothers?”

A few minutes later Dan has me sitting beside him at his desk, going over notes together while Sid and Mikey sit side by side on Dan’s bed wailing on each other in Smash. Dan’s notes are as thorough and well organized as his space is and I’m feeling better prepared just leafing through them.

“The final was really direct in Myer’s class, but every Professor is different. Though they all use the same textbook.” Dan says as his phone alarm goes off and he pulls it from the pocket of his baggy jeans.

“Shit, gotta pull the cookies out of the oven. Back in a few.” He says, standing up.

For a moment his crotch is right at eye level and I can’t help myself but glance over. Even in his baggy jeans he’s sporting a nice bulge. He slides his phone back into his pocket and it becomes momentarily more pronounced. I get a glimpse of his fat shaft shifting over what I figure are his balls and let me tell you: WOOF. I quickly look away so Dan doesn’t catch me weighing his endowment with my eyes.

“Thanks again for the notes.” I say, keeping my eyes forward. “You’re saving my life right now.”

“No worries, dude.” Dan says kindly, heading out of the room.

“Ok, so Dan’s awesome.” Mikey says to Sid.

“Correct. He’s saved my ass more times than I can count.” Sid agrees, followed by, “That’s right motherfucker, take THAT.” as Ness’s bat connects with Pikachu before Mikey can use thunderbolt.

“You rat bastard!” Mikey cries out, then he asks, “You two ever hook up?”

“Nope.” Sid says, and I can hear his smile. “Well, we almost did. Once.”

“Yeah? What stopped you? HA! Eat lightning you sadistic fuck!”

“We discovered we’re both bottoms, and both subs. Only so much to do when no one wants to top.” Sid laughs. “Great kisser, though.”

“Yeah, I bet. Is the sign on his door accurate?” Mikey probes, a sly smile in his tone.

“We didn’t get that far, but if the rumors are true…” Sid teases.

“Hmmm. Might be worth an inquiry. What do you think, Babe?” Mikey asks me.

“I think I’m open to suggestions, but for now I’d like to gratefully study his notes and stop gossiping about him in his own room.” I chide, raising an eyebrow. “I swear, when you two get horny you’re worse than a sewing circle.”

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t scoping out the goods three minutes ago.” Sid laughs.

“Fuck. Busted.” I admit, chuckling. “What can I say? Professional curiosity.”

“Play your cards right and you can take the measurements yourself.” Mikey says. “Oh! That reminds me: Adam, do you have your measuring tape?”

I nod.

“I want to get updated stats. Sid, you down to measure me later?” Mikey asks.

“Fuck. Yes.” Sid replies eagerly.

“What are we measuring?” Dan asks as he walks back into his room, holding a stack of menus and a six pack of beer.

“Oh, just Mikey’s muscles.” I say, “He likes to know how much he would sell for on the black market.”

“Ha. Yeah, you gotta know your own worth these days.” Dan says, handing me a beer. “You guys staying for dinner?”

“YES! Holy fuck, I’m starving.” Mikey says, taking the stack of menus and starting his hunt for protein.

I hear my own stomach growl at the thought of food and realize I’m totally empty. The guys all turn and look at me surprised, and I realize everyone just heard my stomach growl. They all burst out laughing.

“Fuck, gimme a break. We just followed my first ever workout with epic shower sex. Takes a lot out of a guy.” I admonish.

“Damn, you two fucked in the gym shower?” Dan asks.

“Ahem. We THREE fucked in the gym shower.” Sid corrects. “And boy is my ass sore. Adam’s dick is no joke.”

“Nice.” Dan says after a slight pause, reaching over and offers me a fist bump, which I return with a chuckle.

I glance over at Mikey and see the stormy thoughts have returned. He’s staring at his shoes and looks absolutely miserable.

“Dude, you ok?” Sid asks, waving a hand in front of Mikey’s face. “Did the menus make you sad? Not enough lean protein?”

“Heh. I’m fine. Just hungry, probably. Can we get burritos?” The muscle giant replies, struggling to smile and holding up the menu for a local taco place.

“Yes to burritos, no to brushing off your feelings.” Sid replies, pulling out his phone. “So tell me what you want and then tell me what’s up with you.”

Mikey just looks at his shoes.

“You don’t have to share anything you don’t want to, dude. We’ll respect it if you need more time to process.” Dan says, “But, I personally find it far easier to figure out the important shit with people I trust than to do it alone.”

“Chicken burrito, extra meat, extra guac, no cheese.” Mikey sighs, looking sad but relieved.

…

I like this story but feel like their relationship isn't as solid as it used to be. Mike's gone from only having eyes for Adam to now wanting to fool around with everyone.

 

[ah0715]

Hoping you're doing OK, @Humblebrag88 - Been missing your stories, and hope to see you back soon!

 

[Humblebrag00]

Hey everyone. Thank you all for your patience with the new chapters. I've had some life events that required me to put erotica writing on the back burner for a bit. I'm back writing, but my proofreader isn't avaiable and I'm still looking for a proofreader I can trust.

That being said, I know I've needed to take a long time off, so I'll be posting un-proofed until I find someone.

Come hell or high water, I'll be posting the next chapter this Friday!

 

[Monelay]

I’m excited to see what you have cooked up!

 

[Humblebrag00]

Ok, here's chapter 23 part 1 (Reminder, I don't have proofreader right now, so typos and frankensentences might be more abundant)

Chapter 23
I have to admit, after a semester of sewing basic projects and assignments in the Works, it feels good to have a break. Not from sewing, mind you, just from sewing following someone else’s timeline and rules. I’ve spent the last week leading up to xmas making as many gifts from scratch as I can. I used what I learned accommodating Mikey’s epic junk to make swimsuits for Sid, Dan, and Eli. I got inspired by Claire’s Halloween costume and crafted a 60’s tailored dress in a peacock teal, silk dupioni that will hug her curves just right. For Jack a pair of black, windowpane-pattern slacks with a built-in buckle waist detail. They turned out totally Mugler meets Westwood, perfect for Jack’s style. I’m actually really proud of those.

I managed to pull all of this off in the first three days of break, leaving the rest of the time free to create something really special for Mikey and my dad. They’ve both been so fucking supportive and loving through this first semester, I just really want to show them how much that’s meant to me. I thought long and hard about what to make, and I finally settled on full, 3-piece suits for each. Now, one day to xmas, I’m realizing how much fucking work I gave myself to accomplish.

The first thing I did was reach out to Jack, who hooked me up with some gorgeous suiting wool. I was surprised to find he was still in town, but apparently flying home (Southern California) was too expensive for him this break. He dropped the fabric off while Mikey and dad were out for a run so I could keep their gifts a surprise, which gave us a chance to catch up.

“Thank you again, I’ll pay you back in trade.” I told him, refolding the fabrics I chose from the selection Jack brought me.

“No worries, it’s back stock from the Works. Well, haven’t you been a busy little freshman?” He cooed, poking through the gifts I’ve wrapped. “Gasp! For me?”

He picked up the package containing the slacks, seeing his name scrawled in sharpie on the wrapping paper (Sunday comics from the local newspaper my dad insists on still subscribing to).

“Yup! You can open it now, if you’d like. It would give me a chance to tailor it.” I said. “Or we can wait and do a friends-mas gift swap when people are back from break.”

“OOH. I’ll wait. I want to see everyone model their Adam Bartok originals in person.” Jack replied excitedly.

“HA! I knew you wouldn’t pass up a chance to strip in front of your friends.” I laughed.

“What can I say?” Jack says with a flourish, “I like attention.”

We chatted a bit more, about the Sid and Dan foursome, which Jack enthusiastically declared a “level up” moment. We laughed about Claire’s increasingly hilarious texts detailing her extended family’s bizarre holiday activities. He told me he’d been feeling a bit sad about not going home, and I invited him to xmas dinner.

Jack hung out just long enough to greet Mikey and Dad when they return from their run. He’s rewarded with a sweaty bear-hug from Mikey (his face hungrily pressed into my man’s meaty pecs). Then he got to meet my dad for the first time. Shit, that was his first time coming over and I was too busy to notice. I didn’t even offer him water. I have got to be better about hosting. I don’t have much practice having friends in my space. Mikey, on the other hand, is alway thinking of things like that. My dad does, too. Taking care of other people is second nature to them.

I think my favorite part of the winter break so far has been getting to spend time with both Mikey and my dad. The three of us have shared more meals and watched more movies together in the last week than we did all semester. We even work out together! But not the running. Those two are having a blast doing outdoorsy activities in the bracing cold, but I have yet to join them for a run in below-freezing weather.

“Are you still working on my gift? Need me to cover my eyes?” Mikey asks as he heads toward the stairs after Jack leaves.

He’s wearing red fleece joggers that look soft as butter wrapped around his thick, powerful legs and his bulge is superb. It must have started as a central mound, full and round and forward, but the bouncing from his jog has shifted the thick meaty shaft of his cock off to the left and draped itself down along his thigh, giving me a wonderfully detailed view.

“No need for a blindfold, just don’t do too much poking around.” I say slyly, finally breaking eye contact with Mikey’s monster and turning to dad, “Oh, I invited Jack to xmas dinner here, hope that’s ok.”

“Of course, the more the merrier.” Dad replies, “Does he have any dietary restrictions or allergies?”

“Lactose intolerant.” I smile at him, knowing it would be his first question.

“I can work with that.” Dad says with a wink. “The cheese plate is always optional.”

“I need a shower. What are you up to next, babe?” Mikey says with a subtle nod toward the basement, and a slightly less subtle eyebrow waggle.

“I’ve got to get sewing if I’m going to finish your gifts in time, but yeah, I’ll… um… keep you company.” I say, shooting a glance at dad, who is trying not to laugh at us.

My other favorite part of this break is that Mikey and I are fucking like rabbits. Having survived our first semester of college together has bonded us closer than ever. Also, after discovering my recent *ahem* growth, I’m determined to take as many of Mikey’s loads as I can manage to test our theory. With nowhere to run off to in the mornings and no exams or papers looming in the evenings, we’ve been fucking, sucking, groping, and ginding three to five times a day. And whether it’s all that muscle god spunk or just the daily workouts, I’ve definitely put on a fair amount of muscle in a short time. My favorite straight leg jeans are fitting more like emo-kid stretch denim and for the first time I can see my pecs through my t-shirt. This also might explain the uptick in our sexual activities, as Mikey seems to be enjoying my developing twunk body.

“Mmhmm. You can wash my back for me.” Mikey says with a goofy eyebrow waggle.

“Well go get the water running. It always takes forever to get hot on days this cold.” I say, grabbing at his full bubble butt as he walks past me to head downstairs.

I hang back for a moment, listening for Mikey’s massive form to pass beneath us. When I’m confident that he’s out of earshot, I turn to my dad to discuss Mikey’s present. He’s bent over at the waist, rummaging through the fridge, and for a moment I’m surprised by the hefty dump-truck ass he’s presenting. It’s not like I was checking him out, he’s my dad after all, it’s just a noticeable difference. He’s a thick strong man, he always has been, but his butt has definitely gained some of that gravity-defying shape that squats and lunges build. Working out with Mikey is really paying off for him. At least I hope it’s from working out with Mikey. If not, our theories about the possible sources of Mikey’s growth effect are wildly off-base. My dad stands up and turns around and I see his bulge bounce full and heavy in his dark blue joggers and my eyes snap upward and away. Ok. vaguely mortifying. He stuffs a rolled up piece of deli turkey into his mouth and startles a bit when he sees I’m still upstairs.

“Oh, what’s up kiddo?” Dad replies, then lowers his voice, “Wait, is Mikey downstairs? We safe to talk about his present?”

“Yeah, we got a few minutes! Everything set? When does it arrive?” I ask eagerly.

“All good. Engine checked out fine, DEQ is up to date. It’s bought and paid for, title signed over to my name. The guy said he’d drop it off tomorrow afternoon.” He grins. “Do you think he knows?”

“HA. No. This will be an absolute surprise.” I assure my dad. “I’ll take him to the mall tomorrow after breakfast and keep him busy there until you text me.”

“Oh, good plan. Get socks and underwear for all three of us. And more scotch tape for gift wrapping.” He says.

“Seriously? You’re going to make me buy and then wrap my own gifts?” I laugh, rolling my eyes.

“Yep. Welcome to adulthood!” Dad replies with a grin. “Anyway, go shower with your boyfriend before he gets suspicious.”

“Thanks dad. Love you!” I call out as I head downstairs.

I reach the bathroom and Mikey is standing in the mirror in just his boxer briefs. The shower is running and he doesn’t hear me approach. I stop and take in the sight, relishing the meaty wobble of his tree trunk quads as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. I follow the curve up and out around his perfect ass. I watch his broad back ripple as he runs his big meaty hands over his vacation stubble. Fuck, he’s so hot. In the mirror I can see his pecs rise and fall, his abs chiseled into solid bricks. His arms are titanic, quivering masses of muscle that move gracefully as he reaches across the counter for a cotton swab. He pulls a dorky face as he swabs an ear canal, but I’m enjoying the opportunity to see the bubble of his ass bounce as he moves. He still hasn’t noticed me, and I’m thrilled as he flexes a little in the mirror. Moving his huge bicep into a hard peak, making the veins pulse visibly. He turns to his profile and runs a hand down his abs, feeling the products of his hard work and endless gifts. He smiles into the mirror as his hand moves down to cup and palm his epic endowment. His light grey trunks tight and revealing, the waistband pulled down by the swinging weight of his thick cock and more-than-a-handful nuts. I feel my own cock swelling in my jeans as I watch my lover eye fuck his own body in the mirror. He lifts his mammoth junk and lets it fall with a hefty bounce, sneering cockily.

“Fuck yeah, big man. Fuckin’ huge.” Mikey says to his own package in the mirror.

“So fuckin’ huge.” I parrot, squeezing my cock through my jeans.

“AHHH!” Mikey startles, spinning around and almost falling on his ass. Then he cackles in relief seeing it’s just me. “Holy shit, you scared me! How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to get this hard.” I say, unbuttoning the fly of my jeans quickly and shoving pants and undies down in one push.

My hard cock springs out and bobs in front of me. I look down at my own dick, then back to Mikey, who has locked eyes hungrily with my 8+ inches. I flex it for him a few times, loving the way his eyes follow it. His own cock inflates rapidly, comically stretching the pouch of his trunks as the massive mushroom head pushes down and out with renewed purpose.

“Let’s not waste any more time or hot water.” Mikey says, stripping fully and climbing into the shower.

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

…

“So what’s the thing with socks and underwear?” Mikey asks me the next day as we cross the parking lot of the Meadow Valley Mall and Multiplex.

We headed out shortly after breakfast (and after our morning mutual oral session) and as far as I can tell, Mikey has no idea about his surprise. I told him we have to pick up a few last minute gifts, my dad reminded us not to forget the socks and underwear as we left with exaggerated gravity.

“Oh, my Grandma Rose always got my dad and I socks and underwear for christmas. Every year, like clockwork.” I say.
“Oof. My mom always does that. And you have to open them in front of her and pretend to be excited and grateful.” Mikey cringes a little.

“Exactly. Even dad would roll his eyes a bit.” I smile, remembering “Like, is it a gift if it’s that utilitarian? But then, after she passed away…”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know your grandma passed.” Mikey says, frowning.

“Yeah, a few years ago. I was 15.” I say, “Anyway, that xmas, no socks or underwear, right? But we didn’t really think about it much. We missed her, of course, but it didn’t register until the end of February, when I had to ask my dad to pick up some socks and underwear at the store. He tells me, surprise surprise, that he’s also down to socks with holes in the toes and blown out boxers.

“So I realized what an act of kindness it was. Everyone wants to give the gifts that get the big reactions, but those boring, practical gifts are still needed. Year in and year out, she’d give us things she knew we wouldn’t be excited about but that we needed and wouldn’t think to take care of ourselves. She wasn’t dumb, she could see us move on to the next gift as quickly as we could. It didn’t matter. She knew it had to be done and she wasn’t going to let us go around in holey socks and gross undies.”

“Damn. Grandmas are awesome.” Mikey muses.

“So we made it a tradition. New socks and underwear every year, for everyone, and we write ‘From Grandma Rose’ on the wrapping.” I say just as we reach the entrance to the large indoor mall. “It’s cool. It’s like she’s still around, making sure we have clean underwear on in case we get hit by a bus.”

“Now that’s a family tradition I can get behind,” Mikey says. “Honestly, you had me when you said I get to pick out underwear for you.”

“Don’t make it too sexy. I have to unwrap it in front of my dad.” I chuckle. Mikey just smirks in response.

We enter the mall and find it pleasantly busy, but not insanely crowded considering it’s 2 days to xmas. This mall is located almost equidistant between our university, the community college across town, and the nursing college, so the crowd is mainly students.

“Wow, seems like the mall is the popular place to be today.” Mikey notes as we walk through the crowd, drawing more than a few appreciative glances as he saunters.

He’s wearing a dark maroon crew neck sweater that hugs his upper body perfectly. A pair of light blue jeans and his black work boots gives the outfit a distinctly Hallmark-movie-hunk vibe, which is compounded by the twinkle lights and xmas carols on the speaker system. I fall a few steps back and watch the skip in his step make his ass bounce a bit. He notices me lagging and pivots on his heel, trotting a few steps backward with a goofy grin on his face.

“This place isn’t too bad. Lots of malls are just sad these days.” He chuckles, still walking backwards and clearly enjoying the bustle of the crowd.

“Oh, it got sad. Trust me. It lost a lot of stores years ago. Started to feel really run down and kinda dodgy.” I assure him, keeping one eye on his trajectory so he doesn’t run anyone over while being adorable. “The last couple years they turned it around, though.”

“90’s nostalgia resurgence?” Mikey guesses.

“Yup. They did a whole retro reclaim thing, consolidated the stores around the multiplex, pulled a bunch of neon signage and colorblock decor out of storage. Then they got lucky and Stranger Things dropped the mall season and boom.”

“Oooh. I loved that season.”

“Me too. And clearly, we’re not alone.” I say, gesturing to the crowd. We reach the mall map and start to peruse the shops. “There’s the retail outlet where we’ll find the best underwear selection. Food court is across from the movie theater, there. That whole left side is basically a graveyard now that Sears is gone. Just empty storefronts and… oh, I guess the last radioshack in existence. Anywhere you wanna go?”

“Hot Topic.” Mikey answers quickly, already scanning the list.

“Seriously? You need a new tongue stud or a Tim Burton lunchbox?” I laugh.

“Ha! Yes. And some black and white striped arm warmers with thumb holes.” He laughs.

“Well, it was nice dating you. Have a great life.” I reply, offering a parting handshake.

“Calm down, fashionista.” My boyfriend scoffs, batting my hand away. “I’ll have you know that Hot Topic is the second best place to get band tees.”

“Hm. Touché. What’s the best place?” I ask.

“Thrift stores in hippie towns.”

“HA.”

“Here we go. Not far, either. Come on!” Mikey says, taking my hand and ignoring my blushing as he leads me excitedly across the mall.

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An hour and a half later Mikey and I are sitting at a table in the food court, happily snacking and people watching. We’ve store hopped and window shopped our way through the non-dodgy end of the mall. Mikey bought two band shirts, a Godspeed You Black Emperor shirt and another one for a metal band I don’t know.

“I can’t believe you don’t know Dokken.” He said as we left with our bags.

“I can’t believe you stripped and tried the shirt on in the middle of the store.” I laughed.

“HA. I thought the clerk was going to faint when he saw these.” Mikey laughed back, flashing his abs again, making a woman’s jaw drop a little as we passed.

We tried on jeans we can’t afford, and I gotta say, I love how my ass and bulge look in the wrap-around mirrors. Finding a pair that fit Mikey proved challenging, and I nearly choked when he came out of the dressing room still struggling to pull a pair of Diesel’s up his thick thighs, his monster pouch flopped out through the splayed-open zipper.

“Jeez, do rich people not have dicks?” He smirked as he worked the overpriced denim up his body and carefully stuffed his junk in as best he could. All of this in full view of the shop gay, who I got the impression we could have easily convinced to join us in the dressing room for a romp, but since we weren’t buying it felt rude to linger.

We raided the bargain bin at the video game store and found a used Switch copy of Dead Cells for Dan.

“Now he’ll have something to open tomorrow.” Mikey beamed.

“Plus socks and underwear.” I reminded him.

By then I was craving a cinnamon roll (we kept passing the place and that aroma is just fucking insidious) and Mikey needed protein, so we hit the foodcourt. Now with bellies full of icing and a teriyaki chicken plate (extra chicken), we’re just about ready to hit the high-end retail outlet. Honestly, I’m a bit relieved to be leaving the food court. It’s a veritable hotbed of young hormones and the looks Mikey is getting from every man, woman, and non-binary hottie we pass is turning me on more than I enjoy in a public setting.

“Ok, which way to the outlet?” Mikey asks, dropping our trash in the receptacle and maybe bending over a bit more than he needs to do so.

“That way, you fucking show off.” I laugh, swatting at his ass before taking his arm and leading away from the hungry eyes of the crowd. “I actually kind of love this place. It’s all the off season shit from the Nordstrom and Saks and Macy’s at the rich mall. Maybe we can get some shorts or tank tops for the spring and look swanky as fuck in a few months.”

“Nice. I gotta warn you, all this trying-on and showing-off has made me exceptionally horny today. I might have trouble keeping this down in the mens underwear aisle with you.” Mikey says, giving his beast of a cock an adjustment as he looks me up and down. “Although it might just be something in the air here. People are brazen today!”

“I noticed that. You’re definitely getting some outright stares.” I agree as we pass a group of guys our age who watch Mikey with a mixture of awe and lust.

“That’s hilarious, all I’m noticing are the ones staring at you!” Mikey says, “It’s hot as fuck. They all want you.”

“You’re dreaming, pal. I get that I’m not bad looking, but walking next to you I barely register as human.” I respond, shaking my head.

“Dude, come with me.” Mikey says, throwing an arm around my shoulder and steering me toward a large mirrored wall between the entrance to the cutlery store and the corridor that leads to the restrooms.

He stands us side by side in the mirror, and looks straight forward. I look at him, hoping to figure out what this is supposed to prove other than my point.

“Look. Go on.” My loving boyfriend says brightly.

I glance at the mirror and see what I expect to see. A perfect specimen of manliness standing next to a frail boy man twink. He’s so much taller than me. I wonder if he’s grown again. We should get new measurements before I finish his suit.

“Adam.” Mikey says gently, breaking my train of thought. “Really look.”

I look at his eyes in the mirror and see that he’s serious. I sigh, shake off the feeling of grossness rising in my gut and take an honest look at myself in the mirror. And for another long moment, I see what I expect. Mikey’s enormous shoulders and broad chest dwarfing my frame, Mikey’s height towering over me, Mikey’s boy-next-door handsomeness beside my… well, ok, I’m not ugly. I do have a sort of romantic prettiness to my face that is actually kinda masculine. And I guess the lifting is paying off more and more. I can see a solid squareness to my shoulders, and my new biceps are filling these sleeves well. I have noticed my clothes fitting a bit snugger these days, and I now notice that I’m sporting a nice bulge. Damn, actually, that’s a hefty bulge in these jeans. I shift my weight to the other leg and watch my junk move with me.

The longer I look the more I see things I like about myself. And the more I see the picture of us side by side as less of a before and after, scrawny and brawny mismatch and the more I see how well we fit together. As I begin to recognize what I think Mikey is driving at, he slides his hand down and takes mine, interlacing our fingers and pulling us closer together. He gives me a warm smile and then looks back up toward the mirror.

“See. Us. Perfect match.” Mikey sighs happily to the couple in the mirror.

I reply by squeezing his enormous hand in mine and fixing my posture in the mirror, rolling my shoulders back and opening up my chest proudly.

We walk through the mall, holding hands, and this time I find myself enjoying the stares. An older lady seems a bit scandalized by the homoerotic PDA, but most people are just openly checking us out. When we reach the big retail outlet. It’s been a year since I was here last, but nothing has changed and I make a bee-line through the menswear department to the back corner where they keep the socks and underwear. A large sign hangs over the corner that reads, “Men’s Furnishings.”

“Heh. Furnishings.” Mikey chuckles, “What does that even mean?”

“Chairs for your ballroom?” I offer.

“HA. Well whatever they call it, it was my favorite section growing up.” Mikey says, running a thick finger along the shelf of 2XIST boxers with pictures of hard bodies and ample bulges wrapped in tight trunks.

“Fuck, me too. This particular aisle used to fill my spank bank.” I admit, picking up a package of briefs with a nicely visible penis line.

“Oh yeah, the underwear aisle is prime gay awakening territory. It’s like a right of passage.” Mikey nods. “I used to get so excited when my mom would tell me to go pick out some underwear while she did… whatever moms do when they send kids off to get some alone time.”

“Heh. They probably just shop in peace.” I say.

“Valid. I was pretty rambunctious while running errands.”

“My dad used to make me bring a project so I would sit still.” I say as we wander past a phone accessories kiosk where a bored looking young guy is leaning glumly on the glass counter. “I brought some embroidery I was working on once when I was 12. You can imagine how well that was received by other kids.”

“OOf.”

“Yup.” I say, then picking up a 3 pack of CK briefs in soft shades of lilac and grey. “Dan would look hot in these.”

“Mmm. Agreed. Give that big flopper some direction.” Mikey says, tossing them into the basket he grabbed by the entrance.

“And these argyle socks coordinate nicely and have that 90’s vibe he digs.” I say, spotting a 6 pack.

“Steven likes a snug boxer brief. Maybe the Mac Whedons?” Mikey offers. “I’ve never had a pair of these, will they work.”

“Eh, the ass is less generous than he needs, but right call on the fabric choice.” I say. “Wait, how do you know my dad’s underwear preference?”

“He told me. It comes up while running. You know, chafing prevention… bounce control.” Mikey explains, elaborating every time I blush. Then he reminds me, laughing, “Also he walks around the house in his underwear all the time, he’s a single dad.”

“Fair.” I sigh. “I’m sorry. It’s weird to have another guy around who’s into guys and also isn’t, you know, related to him. Sometimes it’s awkward that he’s…”

“Hot? Yeah, that’s real. A buddy in high school once told me my mom was hot, and I cringed so hard. Seriously, I nearly passed out from embarrassment.” Mikey says, shuddering at the memory.

“I guess I gotta get used to it with the guys coming over more. And working out with you is not helping the issue at all, by the way.”

“You noticed that, huh?” Now it’s Mikey’s turn to blush. “I guess I’m a good influence with or without swapping fluids.”

“Or you’re far more open to suggestions than I anticipated.” I mockingly gasp, clutching my hand to imaginary pearls, “Damn dude, did it have to be my dad?!”

“You can’t blame a guy for wanting to climb the tree this beautiful apple fell off of.” Mikey jokes, grabbing at my ass playfully and pulling me into a quick kiss in the middle of the aisle. “Seriously, though. I wouldn’t.”

“Ah. Thanks for that. Small mercies.” I say, grabbing a 12 pack of cushioned socks I know my dad wears with his nursing shoes.

“Of course, I would never do that to you. But also, it’s just not how I see your dad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s super hot and clearly pretty bisexual, but he’s kinda like my dad too now…? Does that make sense?” Mikey says quietly.

“Yeah, totally.” I encourage earnestly.

“Even when we were young, he always treated me like a dad is supposed to. Like dads on TV. And it’s the same now. I stumbled back into your lives and he scooped me up and gave me a place to live and feel safe.” Mikey says softly.

“I love that. I admit, when you first arrived, part of me was terrified that you were the son he really wanted. Athletic, ambitious, popular. Someone he could watch sports with and talk about women. But it’s not like that.” I respond. “If anything it’s made me and my dad closer.”

“I hope so. I would never want to come between you and your dad.” Mikey says quickly, “I’m sorry if you ever felt like that.”

“No. Babe. It was a dumb fear. For a really long time it’s been just the two of us, me and dad. I worry about him, he worries about me, we look after each other, support each other. So part of me thought I would lose at least some of that. I knew he’d care for you the same way he cared for me and I thought that must be a finite resource. But I was dead wrong. Because you worry and love and care for him right back. So now I have help caring about him, knowing him, supporting him, and he helps me care about and support you. We just got more love in the mix.”

Mikey puts the basket on the floor and reaches out. He pulls me into a hug in the middle of the aisle, pressing my small frame hard into his body. I rest my ear against his meaty pecs and listen to his heartbeat and feel his massive arms wrap me in his warmth. I feel him lean down and he takes a deep inhale.

“You smell so good. Always.” He says into my hair. “I love you, Adam. You’re the most important person in the world to me.”

“I love you, too.” I say, then feeling weird about ranking him and my dad I follow up with, “And you also smell good.”

“Even when I’m a sweaty mess?” He mumbles happily.

“Especially when you’re a sweaty mess.” I reply into his man cleavage.

“Can I help you find anything?” A suddenly-very-close salesperson asks.

“Yes, thank you.” I say as Mikey and I separate and try to look nonchalant about it. “Can you direct me to the jockstraps? Mine keep wearing out.”

Mikey snort laughs. The salesperson, a cute mid-twenties-looking guy, blushes bright red. He’s about my height, and pleasantly plump bodied, the roundness to his face and belly giving him a gentle quality. He looks me up and down, obviously appreciating, then meets my eye and blushes even deeper.

“Ahem, yes, of course. A few of these brands carry… that cut.” He stumbles adorably over his words, his deep brown eyes darting about the shelves, doing his best to avoid staring at either of the hot men in front of him. “Did you have a specific brand in mind, or…”

“Anything with a decent sized pouch.” Mikey says, his voice dipping into his lower register. A rumbly warm baritone that melts most people instantly.

“Well. Oh. Um. Yeah. I, uh, know this brand has a variety of… um… pouches.” The salesperson says, clumsily grabbing a jock-strap off its peg. “There’s a guide on the back for selecting your size based on different balls–sports balls!”

“Oh, babe, look at that.” Mikey says, crossing behind the sales cub and looming over his shoulder a bit to see the label. “That’s handy, isn’t it. Would you say your handful is more like a wiffleball or a softball?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve never held either one of those.” I admit, a bit sheepishly. Hey, jockstraps aren’t just for jock stuff, right?

“Oh, well, I have. May I?” Mikey asks, a nearly demonic level of smirk on his face.

He closes the gap between us, standing at my side with me facing the sales cub, his own monster bulge in full profile. He moves his hand gently but decisively cups my meat through my snug jeans. I can’t stifle the sharp intake of breath I take. The sales cub jaw drops a little as he watches Mikey feel me up making performative estimation noises.

“Hmm. You’re kind of in between those two balls, I’d say.” Mikey proclaims, then turns to the sales cub, “Probably go for the D-sized pouch, so he has room to grow.”

“Uh huh. Growing is good.” The sales cub nods, eyes locked on Mikey’s big hand still gently working my bulge.

“Yeah it is. I’m growing too.” Mikey says low and soft.

The sales cub eyes move from my bulge up and over to Mikeys and his eyes grow wide. I glance over and see he’s definitely gained some heft and plumpness, and in profile I know it’s fucking huge. I glance back at the sales cub and see his hard cock tenting his thin khaki work pants. He’s biting his lower lip, eyes full of need. Fuck, I feel that look in my bones. The hunger for touch.

“That’s… bigger than a softball.” Sales cub mumbles, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh, buddy, you have no idea.” I chuckle, reaching over slyly and giving Mikey’s man mound a gentle squeeze.

I’m about to wave the sales cub over to get a feel for himself, when I see someone walking up behind him.

“Felix, what are you doing over here? I need you to restock seasonal decor before your shift ends.” Snaps an older man from behind the sales cub, presumably his manager. I quickly remove my hand from Mikey’s bulge and try to look unassuming.

“Sorry Marty. Just helping these gentlemen find what they’re looking for.” Felix the sales cub replies over his shoulder, holding the jockstrap package in front of his own leaking hard on.

“Yeah, it’s my fault. Sizing can be really tricky and Felix here is very knowledgeable.

“Ah, well…” Marty says, looking past Felix at Mikey’s massive frame looming above. For a moment he looks spun by the hotness but he quickly regains composure and offers us a fake smile.

“Get over to seasonal when you’re finished.” He snaps at Felix before leaving toward housewares.

“Thanks for that. He’s been up my ass all week.” Felix sighs.

“No prob. Retail sucks and bad managers make it way worse.” Mikey says, clapping a big hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry if we got you in trouble. I’m Adam,” I say, feeling like I’ve been rude, “He’s Mikey.”

“Felix. But I guess you know that.” The sales cub says, flicking his name tag adorably. “I should go do what he says. They freak out if you go overtime here. Even during the holidays.”

“Thanks again for the… sizing help.” I stammer out.

“Yeah, dude, that was hot as fuck.” Mikey adds.

“This has been the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” Felix says, picking his words carefully, his cheeks turning a vibrant shade of scarlet.

“So far.” I say, smiling big. “The hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, so far.”

Felix blushes deeper and smiles sweetly. Then turns on his heels and heads toward the front of the store where the seasonal displays are.

“Was that from the Simpsons movie?” Mikey asks after Felix rounds the corner.

“You know it.” I nod.

“Nice.” Mikey laughs, then, tossing a few different cuts of the D pouch undies in both our sizes, “I’m getting us these. With room to grow.”

...

 

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Aaaand Chapter 23 part 3:

“Fuck. If I don’t get your cock inside me soon, I might scream.” I groan, trying to ignore how good my still-plumped cock feels wrestling around in my jeans. I tug at my inseam, trying to get comfy and we grab a few more packs of socks. “Everything is starting to feel tight and hot. I need to get naked and soon.”

“Hmm. Interesting.” Mikey mumbles, “You hungry at all?”

“You know, it’s funny, I ate that cinnamon roll and I still feel totally empty.”

“Uh oh.” Mikey looks excited and a bit scared.

“What?” I ask, but Mikey pretends to be looking at a pack of 2XIST trunks that he would never fit his cock in. I stop dead in the aisle.

“Mikey. What is it? What are you thinking?” I insist.

“It’s nothing. I’m sure I’m wrong. It’s just a theory. Tell you what, if it turns out I’m right, I’ll let you know.” Mikey assures me, laying on a bit of charm.

“Fair enough.” I sigh. “Let’s get home so we can raid the fridge and fuck like rabbits.”

“And wrap these socks and underwear packs!” Mikey reminds me.

We start toward the cash registers but my head starts to swim a bit. I stop and reach out for Mikey’s arm, gripping the solid bicep for stability.

“Whoa, you ok?” Mikey asks, checking me over, “Uh oh. You’re burning up. Dammit, I thought we had more time.”

“Dude, what the fuck is happening to me?” I ask, suddenly scared.

“It’s ok, it’s going to be fine. I just think you might be having a growth spurt. We need to find somewhere at least a little private.” Mikey says, scanning around the retail outlet.

“Growth spurt? Like that night in the basement?!” I reel, feeling a wave of lightheadedness wash over me.

Mikey half guides/half carries me to a bank of fitting rooms in the menswear section. It’s mercifully empty at the moment, and the attendant is scrolling his phone and waves us through without looking up. We duck down the row to the last fitting room and duck inside. Mikey sits me on the bench and positions me with my head between my knees, then latches the door behind us.

“Ok, we’re alone.” He says, sitting me up. “Just breathe for a moment.”

Mikey puts two fingers to my wrist and clocks 15 seconds on his watch. Fuck, he looks so sexy when he goes into medic mode. As soon as he removes his hand from my wrist, I reach out and take his face in my hands and kiss him, hard. The moment my skin touches his I’m certain this is exactly what I need. Of course it feels like I’m boiling, I’m just really really really epically fucking horny. I run my hands over his massive shoulders, his dense pecs, I wrap my arms around him and pull myself up his body like a rabid chipmunk. Mikey stands up to balance us out, chuckling as he goes, his own hands gripping my ass as I wrap my legs around his torso and grind my meaty bulge into him.

“Whoa! Yup, right on time.” He whispers into my ear, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating me from taint to throat. “You feel that? That sensation like your skin is too tight? Like every beat of your heart is pumping blood in every direction at once?”

“Fuck. Yes. It fucking hurts.” I manage to get out while also trying to give Mikey a hickey, “But touching you feels so fucking good. Is it ok? I need you inside me. I need to be inside you. I don’t even know, I just… need you.”

“Yeah, I think it’s good. I always need to come when I have a spurt.” Mikey says, running his hands over my back and ass greedily. “But you’re going to want to see this next part.”

Mikey unwraps my limbs from himself carefully and lowers me to my feet, kissing my lips the entire process. He places me in front of him and pulls my sweater over my head, leaving me in just a plain t-shirt and jeans. I immediately bury my face in his pecs and grope his monster bulge with both hands, finding the monstrously thick shaft at almost full mast, having worked its way onto his hip to grow outward like a fat anaconda.

“Oh, we’ll get there soon, I promise, but right now…” With that Mikey turns me around to face the three-fold mirror on the wall of the fitting room.

I look at myself in the mirror and for a moment I don’t know what he wants me to see. I just see myself, breathing heavy from the activity that I still want to be doing. I see him behind me, smirking and watching my chest rise and fall in the mirror. So I look where he’s looking and that’s when I see it. With every breath into my lungs my chest expands outward, but when I exhale I can see that my chest is growing larger in my shirt, already being pulled snug. My jaw drops as I watch a wave of growth roll through my shoulders, down into my biceps and triceps, filling the sleeves of my t-shirt. I feel a wave of heat course down my back and down into my ass, which I instinctively push back into Mikey, feeling his cock throb against my back. I lift my t-shirt up and watch my abs clench tight and pop into a decently well-formed six-pack right in front of me. My legs visibly plump and harden in my now skintight jeans. The wave hits my feet and I feel my toes cramp painfully in the toe box of my adidas.

“Oh shit, forgot.” Mikey says, dropping to one knee behind me and rapidly unlacing both my shoes.

I think of helping him for a moment to relieve the pain in my feet, but I’m immediately distracted by a full, warm feeling flooding my cock and balls. I moan outright as the feeling of fullness and strength pulses into my junk and I lock eyes with my own bulge in the mirror. Mikey finishes loosening my shoes and looks up just in time to lean over and watch my ample mound inflate with mass and heft. I feel the waistband of my jeans being tugged downward with each beat of my heart as my cock plumps longer and fatter in the pouch of MeUndies briefs. My balls feel heavy and fat as they push lower and outward, rounding out my display perfectly. I feel woozy a moment as the heat seems to dissipate and my breathing slows down.

Mikey’s still kneeling behind me, so I turn slightly and grip his shoulder for stability as I breath through the last of the pain. When I glance toward the mirror, I see myself in profile. I don’t look much taller, if at all, but I definitely just added about 15lbs of muscle in about 3 minutes. I flex a bicep, baffled that the tiny amateur bodybuilder looking fucker in the mirror is me. I cup my broader, fuller pec, then run a hand down the individual segments of my abs, pausing briefly at each new groove, testing its depth and feeling the solidity of my own core. I slide my hand down further, and feel my heavy bulge, tracing the new length and girth of my shaft, cupping my own newly swollen balls, marvelling at my own hefty handful. I feel fucking huge, and I’m still almost entirely soft. Fuck. I need to see it hard.

“Well, glad I got you the D pouch.” Mikey says, eyes wide and hungry at my new endowments.

I turn toward my man so he’s kneeling in front of me, and look down into his adoring eyes. I smirk, and put my hands behind my head, leaning back slightly and pushing my crotch toward his face (well, his chest, even kneeling). He wastes no time, quickly unbuttoning my fly and sliding my pants down my newly jacked thighs. He buries his face my briefs, working the fat shaft back and forth, rutting under my bigger nuts like a truffle pig, gripping my pumped ass with both hands. I feel my cock expanding in its pouch and the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. The power building, the force with which it snakes its way longer and thicker, wrestling against Mikey’s face eagerly. He pulls back and looks up and me, pure joy, bordering on disbelief, plastered across his face. He pulls my underwear down to my knees and my hog bounces free, heavy and pendulous as it expands into the open air. My torpedo head throbs as it rises steadily out in front of me. I flex it, loving how much stronger that sensation is, rooted deep inside my pelvic floor. It feels like curling a free weight, and I flex hard and fast. I feel my cockhead drool precum, dripping down between Mikey’s knees. He’s watching my cock grow to full mast, entranced, like a bird watching a snake right before it devours it. I grunt in my throat as I feel my cock is as hard as it’s going to get. I look down and gasp at my own size. Fuck. I might be longer than Dan now.

I don’t have a lot of time to estimate, because as soon as I’m fully hard Mikey has me in his mouth. He’s sucking, slurping, hungrily taking more and more of my fat throbbing shaft. He’s cupping my balls with one hand and gripping the base of my cock with the other. Working it up and down, slicking my shaft with his spit. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping him and guiding his rhythm. He’s moaning as I throat fuck him, bobbing up and down, feeling every inch of me, totally lost in lust. I feel myself slide deeper down his throat than I’ve ever been before and he slides a thick index finger along my hole and I lose it. I grip his hair and rough fuck his face as I empty blast after blast of cum down his throat. He moans around my shaft in approval as I empty my balls into his stomach. I feel almost faint as I finish, and he takes over, sucking me hard and sliding off me slowly, making my knees wobble in ecstasy.

I look down at Mikey as he helps me pull up my undies and jeans, gently stuffing my deflating hog and bouncing bull balls into the too-tight denim. He grins goofily up at me, stars sparkling in his eyes.

“I love you so much.” I mutter, baffled that I got so lucky.

“I love you too.” He beams. “Happy holidays, Adam.”

 

[Monelay]

That chapter was insanely good! I’m so interested in what is happening to them with the sudden growth spurts

 

[dredlifter]

So glad to see this continued.

 

[bigbertie55]

Aaaand Chapter 23 part 3:

“Fuck. If I don’t get your cock inside me soon, I might scream.” I groan, trying to ignore how good my still-plumped cock feels wrestling around in my jeans. I tug at my inseam, trying to get comfy and we grab a few more packs of socks. “Everything is starting to feel tight and hot. I need to get naked and soon.”

“Hmm. Interesting.” Mikey mumbles, “You hungry at all?”

“You know, it’s funny, I ate that cinnamon roll and I still feel totally empty.”

“Uh oh.” Mikey looks excited and a bit scared.

“What?” I ask, but Mikey pretends to be looking at a pack of 2XIST trunks that he would never fit his cock in. I stop dead in the aisle.

“Mikey. What is it? What are you thinking?” I insist.

“It’s nothing. I’m sure I’m wrong. It’s just a theory. Tell you what, if it turns out I’m right, I’ll let you know.” Mikey assures me, laying on a bit of charm.

“Fair enough.” I sigh. “Let’s get home so we can raid the fridge and fuck like rabbits.”

“And wrap these socks and underwear packs!” Mikey reminds me.

We start toward the cash registers but my head starts to swim a bit. I stop and reach out for Mikey’s arm, gripping the solid bicep for stability.

“Whoa, you ok?” Mikey asks, checking me over, “Uh oh. You’re burning up. Dammit, I thought we had more time.”

“Dude, what the fuck is happening to me?” I ask, suddenly scared.

“It’s ok, it’s going to be fine. I just think you might be having a growth spurt. We need to find somewhere at least a little private.” Mikey says, scanning around the retail outlet.

“Growth spurt? Like that night in the basement?!” I reel, feeling a wave of lightheadedness wash over me.

Mikey half guides/half carries me to a bank of fitting rooms in the menswear section. It’s mercifully empty at the moment, and the attendant is scrolling his phone and waves us through without looking up. We duck down the row to the last fitting room and duck inside. Mikey sits me on the bench and positions me with my head between my knees, then latches the door behind us.

“Ok, we’re alone.” He says, sitting me up. “Just breathe for a moment.”

Mikey puts two fingers to my wrist and clocks 15 seconds on his watch. Fuck, he looks so sexy when he goes into medic mode. As soon as he removes his hand from my wrist, I reach out and take his face in my hands and kiss him, hard. The moment my skin touches his I’m certain this is exactly what I need. Of course it feels like I’m boiling, I’m just really really really epically fucking horny. I run my hands over his massive shoulders, his dense pecs, I wrap my arms around him and pull myself up his body like a rabid chipmunk. Mikey stands up to balance us out, chuckling as he goes, his own hands gripping my ass as I wrap my legs around his torso and grind my meaty bulge into him.

“Whoa! Yup, right on time.” He whispers into my ear, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating me from taint to throat. “You feel that? That sensation like your skin is too tight? Like every beat of your heart is pumping blood in every direction at once?”

“Fuck. Yes. It fucking hurts.” I manage to get out while also trying to give Mikey a hickey, “But touching you feels so fucking good. Is it ok? I need you inside me. I need to be inside you. I don’t even know, I just… need you.”

“Yeah, I think it’s good. I always need to come when I have a spurt.” Mikey says, running his hands over my back and ass greedily. “But you’re going to want to see this next part.”

Mikey unwraps my limbs from himself carefully and lowers me to my feet, kissing my lips the entire process. He places me in front of him and pulls my sweater over my head, leaving me in just a plain t-shirt and jeans. I immediately bury my face in his pecs and grope his monster bulge with both hands, finding the monstrously thick shaft at almost full mast, having worked its way onto his hip to grow outward like a fat anaconda.

“Oh, we’ll get there soon, I promise, but right now…” With that Mikey turns me around to face the three-fold mirror on the wall of the fitting room.

I look at myself in the mirror and for a moment I don’t know what he wants me to see. I just see myself, breathing heavy from the activity that I still want to be doing. I see him behind me, smirking and watching my chest rise and fall in the mirror. So I look where he’s looking and that’s when I see it. With every breath into my lungs my chest expands outward, but when I exhale I can see that my chest is growing larger in my shirt, already being pulled snug. My jaw drops as I watch a wave of growth roll through my shoulders, down into my biceps and triceps, filling the sleeves of my t-shirt. I feel a wave of heat course down my back and down into my ass, which I instinctively push back into Mikey, feeling his cock throb against my back. I lift my t-shirt up and watch my abs clench tight and pop into a decently well-formed six-pack right in front of me. My legs visibly plump and harden in my now skintight jeans. The wave hits my feet and I feel my toes cramp painfully in the toe box of my adidas.

“Oh shit, forgot.” Mikey says, dropping to one knee behind me and rapidly unlacing both my shoes.

I think of helping him for a moment to relieve the pain in my feet, but I’m immediately distracted by a full, warm feeling flooding my cock and balls. I moan outright as the feeling of fullness and strength pulses into my junk and I lock eyes with my own bulge in the mirror. Mikey finishes loosening my shoes and looks up just in time to lean over and watch my ample mound inflate with mass and heft. I feel the waistband of my jeans being tugged downward with each beat of my heart as my cock plumps longer and fatter in the pouch of MeUndies briefs. My balls feel heavy and fat as they push lower and outward, rounding out my display perfectly. I feel woozy a moment as the heat seems to dissipate and my breathing slows down.

Mikey’s still kneeling behind me, so I turn slightly and grip his shoulder for stability as I breath through the last of the pain. When I glance toward the mirror, I see myself in profile. I don’t look much taller, if at all, but I definitely just added about 15lbs of muscle in about 3 minutes. I flex a bicep, baffled that the tiny amateur bodybuilder looking fucker in the mirror is me. I cup my broader, fuller pec, then run a hand down the individual segments of my abs, pausing briefly at each new groove, testing its depth and feeling the solidity of my own core. I slide my hand down further, and feel my heavy bulge, tracing the new length and girth of my shaft, cupping my own newly swollen balls, marvelling at my own hefty handful. I feel fucking huge, and I’m still almost entirely soft. Fuck. I need to see it hard.

“Well, glad I got you the D pouch.” Mikey says, eyes wide and hungry at my new endowments.

I turn toward my man so he’s kneeling in front of me, and look down into his adoring eyes. I smirk, and put my hands behind my head, leaning back slightly and pushing my crotch toward his face (well, his chest, even kneeling). He wastes no time, quickly unbuttoning my fly and sliding my pants down my newly jacked thighs. He buries his face my briefs, working the fat shaft back and forth, rutting under my bigger nuts like a truffle pig, gripping my pumped ass with both hands. I feel my cock expanding in its pouch and the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. The power building, the force with which it snakes its way longer and thicker, wrestling against Mikey’s face eagerly. He pulls back and looks up and me, pure joy, bordering on disbelief, plastered across his face. He pulls my underwear down to my knees and my hog bounces free, heavy and pendulous as it expands into the open air. My torpedo head throbs as it rises steadily out in front of me. I flex it, loving how much stronger that sensation is, rooted deep inside my pelvic floor. It feels like curling a free weight, and I flex hard and fast. I feel my cockhead drool precum, dripping down between Mikey’s knees. He’s watching my cock grow to full mast, entranced, like a bird watching a snake right before it devours it. I grunt in my throat as I feel my cock is as hard as it’s going to get. I look down and gasp at my own size. Fuck. I might be longer than Dan now.

I don’t have a lot of time to estimate, because as soon as I’m fully hard Mikey has me in his mouth. He’s sucking, slurping, hungrily taking more and more of my fat throbbing shaft. He’s cupping my balls with one hand and gripping the base of my cock with the other. Working it up and down, slicking my shaft with his spit. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping him and guiding his rhythm. He’s moaning as I throat fuck him, bobbing up and down, feeling every inch of me, totally lost in lust. I feel myself slide deeper down his throat than I’ve ever been before and he slides a thick index finger along my hole and I lose it. I grip his hair and rough fuck his face as I empty blast after blast of cum down his throat. He moans around my shaft in approval as I empty my balls into his stomach. I feel almost faint as I finish, and he takes over, sucking me hard and sliding off me slowly, making my knees wobble in ecstasy.

I look down at Mikey as he helps me pull up my undies and jeans, gently stuffing my deflating hog and bouncing bull balls into the too-tight denim. He grins goofily up at me, stars sparkling in his eyes.

“I love you so much.” I mutter, baffled that I got so lucky.

“I love you too.” He beams. “Happy holidays, Adam.”

Thank you so much for the latest chapters , you are a talented and imaginative writer , thanks

 

[percury]

Even with a typo or missing word here and there, the new parts are an excellent read. Thanks so much for keeping up with it; I've seen so many promising stories waste away for one reason or another (real-life responsibilities, loss of interest, uncertainty with where to go next, etc). I'm glad you're still here hammering away, no matter how long it takes.

As for the proofreading, forgive me since you didn't exactly ask, but I'm sure one of your readers wouldn't mind going over it for you! Just say the word and I'm sure you'll get some eager volunteers!

Anyway, sorry if this is too long, but good work again.

 

[ItalMusc]

Wish I was there to see those two coming out of from the dressing room together, no evidence they were trying on clothes, and both throwing serious wood.
It must have been so hot seeing Mikey’s massive bulge that can be seen from space and the debut of Adam’s massive dick print bulging in his skinny jeans.