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Not sure if conspiratorially is a wordLove the story
Yeah, it is. It means "in a conspiratorial manner" or "like a conspirator". As though you're conspiring.
The More You Know!
Crissy drifted to sleep, draped across Terry's chest and breathing the soft purr of post-coital satisfaction.
Terry was up early the next day, he slid out from under Crissy, who had moved from purring onto snoring like a buzzsaw some time during the night. Sharelle was asleep in the other bed, barely visible beneath the mountain of stuffed animals that served as her blankets. She twitched at the sound of him moving, but didn't seem to waken.
When did she get back? Wondered Terry. I figured she was spending the night somewhere else... I hope I'm not helping Crissy to be a dick roommate.
He pulled on his clothes from the night before and jogged back over to his room.
Today was the first day of actual field practice with the Lacrosse Team. The Varsity and JV teams had already met earlier in the week, now the time had finally come for the Novices to strut their stuff.
It was a majorly big day, not only because Terry was looking forward to strutting his stuff on the field, but strutting his stuff off the field as well.
For four years of high school he'd been ashamed to shower in front of what had been, and still were, his closest friends. Ashamed to even step into the locker room, ashamed to undress. Wondering if each day would be the day they finally let out all the taunts and ridicule they (mostly) held in check out of respect for his skills on the field and good teamwork.
Finally, it was different! He was excited, impatient even for practice to be over so that he could step into the locker room and let it all hang out, so to speak.
He sat impatiently through classes, bouncing his leg like a jackhammer and watching the clock. He barely acknowledged the flirtations of the girls sitting behind him and speedwalked from one class to the next as if arriving early would mean he could finish early. When he finally stepped onto the field, he was so excited he thought his boner would break right through his athletic cup.
The team gathered up its equipment and, after a quick pep talk from Coach Rosencrantz, filed out onto the field to be put through their paces.
Terry had met the coach already, but only in passing introduction ("Welcome to the team, congratulations on your scholarship etc...")
Coach Rosencrantz was a short, stocky boulder of muscle that was almost as wide as he was tall. Shaking hands with him was like arm wrestling a backhoe.
"Welcome to the team!" he barked in each of their faces "Bradford College has an over-abundance of money! 90% of you are here on full scholarships. 20% of you will be cut from the team before the season ends. We're a Division I school. We don't have time to give free rides to slackers, lallygaggers, malingerers or pansies!"
Terry snorted and elbowed Greg in the ribs. Greg smirked and elbowed back, almost knocking the wind out of Terry.
Rosencrantz was in front of them in a blur of red tracksuit.
"You're gonna have to learn to take an elbow better than that if you wanna stay on this team!" he bellowed in Terry's face "I've got my eye on you!"
Greg snickered as Terry wiped saliva off his nose.
"What're you sniggering at, Muscle Milk!?" Rosencrantz barked at Greg "See if you can hit that hard when your target is moving! Go!" he stepped back and blew a screeching blast on his whistle. The team stood around stupidly for a beat and Rosencrantz leapt on the hesitation "All of you, one lap around the field!" he blew another blast on his whistle and took off towards the track at the edge of the field. The Novices swifter on the uptake took off after him, followed by the rest.
Terry was up early the next day, he slid out from under Crissy, who had moved from purring onto snoring like a buzzsaw some time during the night. Sharelle was asleep in the other bed, barely visible beneath the mountain of stuffed animals that served as her blankets. She twitched at the sound of him moving, but didn't seem to waken.
When did she get back? Wondered Terry. I figured she was spending the night somewhere else... I hope I'm not helping Crissy to be a dick roommate.
He pulled on his clothes from the night before and jogged back over to his room.
Today was the first day of actual field practice with the Lacrosse Team. The Varsity and JV teams had already met earlier in the week, now the time had finally come for the Novices to strut their stuff.
It was a majorly big day, not only because Terry was looking forward to strutting his stuff on the field, but strutting his stuff off the field as well.
For four years of high school he'd been ashamed to shower in front of what had been, and still were, his closest friends. Ashamed to even step into the locker room, ashamed to undress. Wondering if each day would be the day they finally let out all the taunts and ridicule they (mostly) held in check out of respect for his skills on the field and good teamwork.
Finally, it was different! He was excited, impatient even for practice to be over so that he could step into the locker room and let it all hang out, so to speak.
He sat impatiently through classes, bouncing his leg like a jackhammer and watching the clock. He barely acknowledged the flirtations of the girls sitting behind him and speedwalked from one class to the next as if arriving early would mean he could finish early. When he finally stepped onto the field, he was so excited he thought his boner would break right through his athletic cup.
The team gathered up its equipment and, after a quick pep talk from Coach Rosencrantz, filed out onto the field to be put through their paces.
Terry had met the coach already, but only in passing introduction ("Welcome to the team, congratulations on your scholarship etc...")
Coach Rosencrantz was a short, stocky boulder of muscle that was almost as wide as he was tall. Shaking hands with him was like arm wrestling a backhoe.
"Welcome to the team!" he barked in each of their faces "Bradford College has an over-abundance of money! 90% of you are here on full scholarships. 20% of you will be cut from the team before the season ends. We're a Division I school. We don't have time to give free rides to slackers, lallygaggers, malingerers or pansies!"
Terry snorted and elbowed Greg in the ribs. Greg smirked and elbowed back, almost knocking the wind out of Terry.
Rosencrantz was in front of them in a blur of red tracksuit.
"You're gonna have to learn to take an elbow better than that if you wanna stay on this team!" he bellowed in Terry's face "I've got my eye on you!"
Greg snickered as Terry wiped saliva off his nose.
"What're you sniggering at, Muscle Milk!?" Rosencrantz barked at Greg "See if you can hit that hard when your target is moving! Go!" he stepped back and blew a screeching blast on his whistle. The team stood around stupidly for a beat and Rosencrantz leapt on the hesitation "All of you, one lap around the field!" he blew another blast on his whistle and took off towards the track at the edge of the field. The Novices swifter on the uptake took off after him, followed by the rest.
Alright, I did athletics in college (not lacrosse), but wasn't on a scholarship, I joined in tryouts. I put off writing this scene as long as I could because I don't really know for sure how the season begins for players who've already been accepted on a scholarship. Do they start out Novice or JV? Any other little tidbits about college athletics for scholarship players would really help with the immersion of the story. PM me w/ advice plz
By the end of practice, Terry felt as though he'd been put through a wringer. What a way to begin a season! It was probably just meant to be a shock to the system for all the folks who'd let themselves get soft over the summer. Still though. Even Greg was looking flushed and exhausted by the end. He'd had to stop and vomit on the last of the impromptu laps around the field. Terry shook his head. Greg had obviously spent his entire summer pumping iron rather than working on cardio. Greg may have knocked the wind out of Terry at the start of practice, but by the end, Terry could have knocked Greg over with a feather.
The team groaned and stumbled into the locker room, grateful to give their sore muscles a rest. The sounds of bare feet slapping on tile mingled with running water and the clink of the steel lockers banging open and closed.
Terry sat down on a bench in front of an unclaimed locker and started untying his shoes. It took him a few seconds to get a grip on the laces. His fingers trembled and his hands were soaked with sweat.
He felt the bench shudder as someone sat down heavily next to him. It was some blonde dude. Terry recognized him from somewhere... but couldn't quite place it.
"Hey, Terry!" he said.
"Hey..."
Awkward pause.
"Kevin." said the blonde.
"Oh yeah, of course." Terry started kicking his shoes off.
"Heh, don't sweat it. I;m not surprised you don't remember my name. You were pretty hungover when we bumped into each other last time."
Terry laughed and winced in memory of his first hangover of the semester "Yeah, pretty much everything after I passed out in American Studies class is a blur."
"You're hardcore dude, getting totally plowed on your first day of college. We've definitely gotta buddy up for rush week!" Kevin pulled his jersey over his head, revealing his well-toned chest covered in downy blond hair. Terry did the same, smiling inside at Kevin's split second glance down at Terry's stony abs. He'd been doing weighted curl ups all summer (hell, all of high school), and all the pain had definitely paid off.
Kevin stripped off his pants and underwear and dropped the sweat soaked gear in a small laundry bag hanging from the door of his locker. All the while he kept talking about how awesome college was gonna be and how laid he was gonna get and how he had totally brutally dumped his high school girlfriend and was already talking with a couple of girls here and...
His words trailed off as Terry dropped his pants and reached into his locker for a towel.
"Oh yeah, man. You definitely need to give yourself some breathing room in college, no sense in keeping yourself tied down to one girl so early on." Terry agreed, deliberately swaying his hips to give his 9" softie a bit of bounce and swing before covering himself up with a towel.
Kevin realized he was staring and closed his mouth. He recovered his composure and returned to yammering.
He followed Terry into the showers and tried to keep the conversation going until Greg interrupted him.
"Yeah, really interesting Kevin. That's super cool." he said.
"Thanks, I-"
"What do you think of this coach, huh? Is he trying to channel R. Lee Ermy or what? Gimme a break with the drill instructor routine, huh?"
Terry laughed "You're just mad he called you Muscle Milk. That name's gonna stick to you like glue right through to your last season. I bet you were hoping everyone would call you T-bone for another four years."
"He doesn't look like a T-bone." laughed another guy from the corner "You guys know each other?"
"We both went to Belmont together." answered Greg "Bet you'll never get what Terry's nickname was."
Terry blushed instinctively before remembering no one would realize "Long Stick" had been ironic at the time.
"Lemme guess... Towelrack?" laughed Kevin.
"Tripod?" someone else chimed in.
"Biggie Smalls?" Another.
"Torpedo?"
"Slugger?"
Terry had to turn to face the wall so that no one would see the massive grin that split his face from ear to ear. This was what he'd been waiting for his entire teenage life.
"Geez, why don't you guys just blow him and get it over with?" grunted a surly voice.
The group in the shower turned to look at the newcomer. The speaker was the tall Arab kid coach Rosencrantz had called "Osama Bin Laggin." for most of the last half of practice. He looked nothing like Osama Bin Laden, but his features were definitely Middle Eastern. Rich, dark curly hair covered most of his chest and forearms. His nose dominated his face beneath thick, black eyebrows.
Well, there's a tall drink of coffee. Thought Greg.
"Don't hate just cuz you jealous." said Terry. Snickers from the crowd. Bin Laggin just rolled his eyes.
"Don't mind Mahmout." said another guy, whom Terry was slowly recognizing as Kevin's friend from the other day "I'd be in a bad mood too if the coach had been riding my ass as hard as his."
Mahmout let out a sardonic laugh and flip-flopped over to an unoccupied shower head. He set his soap and shampoo down on the tile and whipped his towel off to hang up on the hook.
The low murmur of laughter died completely as Mahmout's cock flopped free from the towel.
It didn't hang as long as Terry's, but it was massive nonetheless. Stick a fat cockhead on the end of a pepsi-can, cover it with veins and tan the whole thing a rich brown and you'd have a rough approximation of Mahmout's flaccid cock. It jutted out from a thick mane of pubic hair and rested on a considerable pair of balls.
The rest of the team's gaze whipped from Mahmout to Terry and back again. A barely audible "oooooooooh" in the air.
Greg broke the tension.
"Ha!" he laughed.
The team groaned and stumbled into the locker room, grateful to give their sore muscles a rest. The sounds of bare feet slapping on tile mingled with running water and the clink of the steel lockers banging open and closed.
Terry sat down on a bench in front of an unclaimed locker and started untying his shoes. It took him a few seconds to get a grip on the laces. His fingers trembled and his hands were soaked with sweat.
He felt the bench shudder as someone sat down heavily next to him. It was some blonde dude. Terry recognized him from somewhere... but couldn't quite place it.
"Hey, Terry!" he said.
"Hey..."
Awkward pause.
"Kevin." said the blonde.
"Oh yeah, of course." Terry started kicking his shoes off.
"Heh, don't sweat it. I;m not surprised you don't remember my name. You were pretty hungover when we bumped into each other last time."
Terry laughed and winced in memory of his first hangover of the semester "Yeah, pretty much everything after I passed out in American Studies class is a blur."
"You're hardcore dude, getting totally plowed on your first day of college. We've definitely gotta buddy up for rush week!" Kevin pulled his jersey over his head, revealing his well-toned chest covered in downy blond hair. Terry did the same, smiling inside at Kevin's split second glance down at Terry's stony abs. He'd been doing weighted curl ups all summer (hell, all of high school), and all the pain had definitely paid off.
Kevin stripped off his pants and underwear and dropped the sweat soaked gear in a small laundry bag hanging from the door of his locker. All the while he kept talking about how awesome college was gonna be and how laid he was gonna get and how he had totally brutally dumped his high school girlfriend and was already talking with a couple of girls here and...
His words trailed off as Terry dropped his pants and reached into his locker for a towel.
"Oh yeah, man. You definitely need to give yourself some breathing room in college, no sense in keeping yourself tied down to one girl so early on." Terry agreed, deliberately swaying his hips to give his 9" softie a bit of bounce and swing before covering himself up with a towel.
Kevin realized he was staring and closed his mouth. He recovered his composure and returned to yammering.
He followed Terry into the showers and tried to keep the conversation going until Greg interrupted him.
"Yeah, really interesting Kevin. That's super cool." he said.
"Thanks, I-"
"What do you think of this coach, huh? Is he trying to channel R. Lee Ermy or what? Gimme a break with the drill instructor routine, huh?"
Terry laughed "You're just mad he called you Muscle Milk. That name's gonna stick to you like glue right through to your last season. I bet you were hoping everyone would call you T-bone for another four years."
"He doesn't look like a T-bone." laughed another guy from the corner "You guys know each other?"
"We both went to Belmont together." answered Greg "Bet you'll never get what Terry's nickname was."
Terry blushed instinctively before remembering no one would realize "Long Stick" had been ironic at the time.
"Lemme guess... Towelrack?" laughed Kevin.
"Tripod?" someone else chimed in.
"Biggie Smalls?" Another.
"Torpedo?"
"Slugger?"
Terry had to turn to face the wall so that no one would see the massive grin that split his face from ear to ear. This was what he'd been waiting for his entire teenage life.
"Geez, why don't you guys just blow him and get it over with?" grunted a surly voice.
The group in the shower turned to look at the newcomer. The speaker was the tall Arab kid coach Rosencrantz had called "Osama Bin Laggin." for most of the last half of practice. He looked nothing like Osama Bin Laden, but his features were definitely Middle Eastern. Rich, dark curly hair covered most of his chest and forearms. His nose dominated his face beneath thick, black eyebrows.
Well, there's a tall drink of coffee. Thought Greg.
"Don't hate just cuz you jealous." said Terry. Snickers from the crowd. Bin Laggin just rolled his eyes.
"Don't mind Mahmout." said another guy, whom Terry was slowly recognizing as Kevin's friend from the other day "I'd be in a bad mood too if the coach had been riding my ass as hard as his."
Mahmout let out a sardonic laugh and flip-flopped over to an unoccupied shower head. He set his soap and shampoo down on the tile and whipped his towel off to hang up on the hook.
The low murmur of laughter died completely as Mahmout's cock flopped free from the towel.
It didn't hang as long as Terry's, but it was massive nonetheless. Stick a fat cockhead on the end of a pepsi-can, cover it with veins and tan the whole thing a rich brown and you'd have a rough approximation of Mahmout's flaccid cock. It jutted out from a thick mane of pubic hair and rested on a considerable pair of balls.
The rest of the team's gaze whipped from Mahmout to Terry and back again. A barely audible "oooooooooh" in the air.
Greg broke the tension.
"Ha!" he laughed.
Terry was sullen for the rest of the afternoon. Greg was still chuckling to himself periodically as they walked back to the Tupelos as quickly as their sore muscles would allow.
"And what're you so happy about?" Terry grumbled.
"What're you so grouchy about?"
"Nothing. Why do you think I'm grouchy?"
"Because Mahmout stole your thunder?"
"Whatever. I'm still a ton bigger than him."
"You know I'm disappointed in you." Greg looked sideways at Terry.
"Oh yeah? Why?" Terry frowned off into the middle distance.
"You'd think by now you would have learned that the size of your dick doesn't really matter."
"Ha! Dude, you saw everyone's reactions in there!"
"You also saw that no one else was packing probably better than 8" hard, tops."
"So?"
"So, they all live normal lives. So does Mahmout, even if he's lugging that barrel around. Hell, even I'd be living a normal life, if my friend hadn't gotten me mixed up with a magic cream that can make cocks grow."
"It's not magic."
"Well I can't explain how it works. If you told me it did what it did because of magic or because of... I dunno... reverse... polarity... beams." Greg gesticulated momentarily with his hands "Something from something Chris would watch. Anyway, the point is I wouldn't have any better idea how it works. All I know is that it does what it does."
"Transforms men into super studs?" Terry smiled.
"Or little Koreans into grotesque monstrosities."
Terry's dark mood had dissipated and by the time he got back to the room, he was almost lighthearted. That is, until he heard Chris's distinctive voice on the other side.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Barbie! Gimme the milkshake! You know you love it!" mixed with Chris's slow moans and what was presumably the sound of a twenty pound cock thudding against the wall.
Greg grimaced "Oh, come on!"
Terry smirked "What're you mad about? Don't you wanna go in and watch?"
"Do you?"
"No but then again I'm not..."
"I'm as gay as the next gay guy, but Chris's cock is more novelty sized than sexy. Seeing it jerk off once is more than enough for me."
"Really? Cuz you seemed all over it last time."
"Look who's talking. You're probably hard right now."
"Am not." they both looked down at Terry's crotch. A visible bulge had started to snake down his thigh.
"Why would you even think that lying about not having a boner would ever work?" Greg gave a self-satisfied smirk.
Terry opened his mouth to say something when Chris's voice drifted through the door again "Oh, what's that Greg, you and Terry want to join in?"
Terry shuddered.
Greg looked wide-eyed "Ok, that little dude is losing his mind."
"Let's go somewhere else until this blows over."
"Well if it blows over my stuff again, I'm gonna punch him right in the balls." Greg laughed, but he wasn't joking.
"And what're you so happy about?" Terry grumbled.
"What're you so grouchy about?"
"Nothing. Why do you think I'm grouchy?"
"Because Mahmout stole your thunder?"
"Whatever. I'm still a ton bigger than him."
"You know I'm disappointed in you." Greg looked sideways at Terry.
"Oh yeah? Why?" Terry frowned off into the middle distance.
"You'd think by now you would have learned that the size of your dick doesn't really matter."
"Ha! Dude, you saw everyone's reactions in there!"
"You also saw that no one else was packing probably better than 8" hard, tops."
"So?"
"So, they all live normal lives. So does Mahmout, even if he's lugging that barrel around. Hell, even I'd be living a normal life, if my friend hadn't gotten me mixed up with a magic cream that can make cocks grow."
"It's not magic."
"Well I can't explain how it works. If you told me it did what it did because of magic or because of... I dunno... reverse... polarity... beams." Greg gesticulated momentarily with his hands "Something from something Chris would watch. Anyway, the point is I wouldn't have any better idea how it works. All I know is that it does what it does."
"Transforms men into super studs?" Terry smiled.
"Or little Koreans into grotesque monstrosities."
Terry's dark mood had dissipated and by the time he got back to the room, he was almost lighthearted. That is, until he heard Chris's distinctive voice on the other side.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Barbie! Gimme the milkshake! You know you love it!" mixed with Chris's slow moans and what was presumably the sound of a twenty pound cock thudding against the wall.
Greg grimaced "Oh, come on!"
Terry smirked "What're you mad about? Don't you wanna go in and watch?"
"Do you?"
"No but then again I'm not..."
"I'm as gay as the next gay guy, but Chris's cock is more novelty sized than sexy. Seeing it jerk off once is more than enough for me."
"Really? Cuz you seemed all over it last time."
"Look who's talking. You're probably hard right now."
"Am not." they both looked down at Terry's crotch. A visible bulge had started to snake down his thigh.
"Why would you even think that lying about not having a boner would ever work?" Greg gave a self-satisfied smirk.
Terry opened his mouth to say something when Chris's voice drifted through the door again "Oh, what's that Greg, you and Terry want to join in?"
Terry shuddered.
Greg looked wide-eyed "Ok, that little dude is losing his mind."
"Let's go somewhere else until this blows over."
"Well if it blows over my stuff again, I'm gonna punch him right in the balls." Greg laughed, but he wasn't joking.
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Jen entered her bedroom just as Chris finished off with his fourth session of masturbation. Jens hamper was overflowing with towels soaked in cum. She watched him flood another with a huge gout of jizz, easily about a pint. He didnt even seem to notice. When he reached for a fifth towel, however, she intervened.
Whoah, sweetie! Time for dinner. Dont have all the fun yourself.
Jen! Chris seemed to notice her for the first time. Sorry. I was trying to uh, make sure that uh, it stayed down during dinner. Chris put down the towel and sat up in bed. His massive schlong bobbed up and down slightly, but it seemed to start deflating slowly. His nuts, while still much larger than any Jen had ever seen, were much smaller than she remembered last night.
Youre sure you werent just enjoying yourself, tiger?, she asked skeptically.
No! I mean, I was, but I was really thinking about you filling me up. The thought of you watching me eat until my balls were as full as possible just kept turning me on. I guess I wanted to, uh, make that last. Chris looked embarrassed as he looked around the room. Where are my sweatpants?
Jen handed him the bundle in her hands. Somebody was in a bit of a hurry to get back here to the bedroom, werent they? Dont put those on just yet. Ive got a little measurement to take. Jen grabbed her laundry scale again, and using the unmolested towel, took a quick weighing of Chriss balls again. Holy crap, sweetie! Youre down to about eight pounds! Youve lost twelve pounds from jerking off?
Chris blushed. Ive been thinking about you all day.
Im not sure Ive got twelve pounds of food in the place, Chris. Me and the girls have to eat something. Jens lips pursed in thought.
I dont have to be completely full, Jen. Besides, its not like the food goes right into my nuts. I have to digest it, I guess, even though that happens awful fast. We can just enjoy dinner. His prick had shrunk to a more manageable size, relatively speaking, and Chris was starting to wrangle it into the sweats.
Huh uh, mister. I want you all the way full. Ive been thinking about this all day,and theres no way youre getting out of it. Those balls are going to be as full and heavy as they can possibly be, even if I have to send Tasha and Kimber on a snack food run. Now get dressed and meet the girls. Chris swiftly complied. The sweats were snugger than the pair he had borrowed yesterday, and his prominent balls and thick, nineteen inch dick were pretty well outlined in the fabric.
Jen opened the door and, holding his hand, pulled Chris out into the hallway. Holy crap, Jen! How much food did you make? shouted Kimber. You know how bad we are with leftovers.
I dont think well have any problems with leftovers, Kimber. replied Jen decisively. She walked Chris down the hall to the living room. Chris, this is Tasha and Kimber. Kimber, Tasha, this is Chris. As she entered, she noticed Tasha and Kimber both sitting on the couch, legs akimbo. They each had a plate of spaghetti, and the dish itself, as well as the bread and sides, were on the coffee table in front of them. Both girls were goggling at the obvious bulge in Chriss pants. Neither one even looked up, both frozen with forks half-way to their open mouths.
Hey, its nice to finally get to meet you, Chris said. Both Tasha and Kimber said nothing, but continued to stare. The spaghetti fell off Kimbers fork onto her plate with a plop. Man, that spaghetti smells good! I cant wait to get some. He rubbed his belly exaggeratedly, but realized belatedly that the action just caused the fabric stretched over his groin to shift slightly. Both girls leaned forward and stared more intently. Jen cleared her throat loudly. Where should I sit?
That seemed to break the spell, for Kimber at least. Oh! The guest of honor gets the best seat in the house. She waved her hand at the recliner with a flourish. Chris ambled over to the recliner. Tasha continued to stare. Dont need cable anymore, she mumbled under her breath.
Where am I going to sit, with you guys hogging the couch? Jen practically shouted the question, waving her arms. Tasha and Kimber both jumped, momentarily losing focus on Chris. As Chris eased himself into the recliner, spreading his legs to avoid pinching his nutsack, Kimber replied, as if waiting for a signal.
You can sit over here with us, Jen, right next to your boyfriend. She got up from the couch, patted the seat, and walked around the coffee table.
Wouldnt it make sense for me and my boyfriend to sit together on the couch? Jen moved over and sat down on the couch, sulkily grabbing a plate and getting some food.
No, thats silly. Chris is our guest, so he should get the good seat. Kimber walked over to Chris, eyes locked on his crotch. Its a really comfortable recliner, Chris. Let me show you. Kimber walked to the side of the recliner and bent over across his body. Chris could feel her breasts resting on his arm, and see her curvy butt squeezing against her shorts. Kimber grabbed the lever and pulled it, and the chair reclined backwards. The motion pulled Chriss sweats tightly against his package, outlining every inch of his gargantuan member. Thats a lot better, isnt it Chris?, Kimber asked, seductively.
Oooh! Lemme get you a plate! Tasha bounded up off the couch, grabbing a plate just as Kimber was reaching for it. Kimber glared at her, but returned to the couch, eyes never leaving Chriss crotch. Tasha filled a plate with heaping portions of all of the food on the coffee table. She bent her tall frame at the waist, rather than at the knees, giving Chris a peek down her shirt with every bend. She walked over to the recliner with his food, staring at his bulging groin with every step. She bent low over Chris, her long hair tickling his face, and laid the plate in his hands. You let me know whenever you want more, okay? Tasha walked back to her place on the couch, ignoring the glares from Jen. As she sat down, she elbowed Kimber and Chris could see them both giggling like schoolgirls. Chris felt more than a little self-conscious, but the spaghetti smelled so good
Whoah, sweetie! Time for dinner. Dont have all the fun yourself.
Jen! Chris seemed to notice her for the first time. Sorry. I was trying to uh, make sure that uh, it stayed down during dinner. Chris put down the towel and sat up in bed. His massive schlong bobbed up and down slightly, but it seemed to start deflating slowly. His nuts, while still much larger than any Jen had ever seen, were much smaller than she remembered last night.
Youre sure you werent just enjoying yourself, tiger?, she asked skeptically.
No! I mean, I was, but I was really thinking about you filling me up. The thought of you watching me eat until my balls were as full as possible just kept turning me on. I guess I wanted to, uh, make that last. Chris looked embarrassed as he looked around the room. Where are my sweatpants?
Jen handed him the bundle in her hands. Somebody was in a bit of a hurry to get back here to the bedroom, werent they? Dont put those on just yet. Ive got a little measurement to take. Jen grabbed her laundry scale again, and using the unmolested towel, took a quick weighing of Chriss balls again. Holy crap, sweetie! Youre down to about eight pounds! Youve lost twelve pounds from jerking off?
Chris blushed. Ive been thinking about you all day.
Im not sure Ive got twelve pounds of food in the place, Chris. Me and the girls have to eat something. Jens lips pursed in thought.
I dont have to be completely full, Jen. Besides, its not like the food goes right into my nuts. I have to digest it, I guess, even though that happens awful fast. We can just enjoy dinner. His prick had shrunk to a more manageable size, relatively speaking, and Chris was starting to wrangle it into the sweats.
Huh uh, mister. I want you all the way full. Ive been thinking about this all day,and theres no way youre getting out of it. Those balls are going to be as full and heavy as they can possibly be, even if I have to send Tasha and Kimber on a snack food run. Now get dressed and meet the girls. Chris swiftly complied. The sweats were snugger than the pair he had borrowed yesterday, and his prominent balls and thick, nineteen inch dick were pretty well outlined in the fabric.
Jen opened the door and, holding his hand, pulled Chris out into the hallway. Holy crap, Jen! How much food did you make? shouted Kimber. You know how bad we are with leftovers.
I dont think well have any problems with leftovers, Kimber. replied Jen decisively. She walked Chris down the hall to the living room. Chris, this is Tasha and Kimber. Kimber, Tasha, this is Chris. As she entered, she noticed Tasha and Kimber both sitting on the couch, legs akimbo. They each had a plate of spaghetti, and the dish itself, as well as the bread and sides, were on the coffee table in front of them. Both girls were goggling at the obvious bulge in Chriss pants. Neither one even looked up, both frozen with forks half-way to their open mouths.
Hey, its nice to finally get to meet you, Chris said. Both Tasha and Kimber said nothing, but continued to stare. The spaghetti fell off Kimbers fork onto her plate with a plop. Man, that spaghetti smells good! I cant wait to get some. He rubbed his belly exaggeratedly, but realized belatedly that the action just caused the fabric stretched over his groin to shift slightly. Both girls leaned forward and stared more intently. Jen cleared her throat loudly. Where should I sit?
That seemed to break the spell, for Kimber at least. Oh! The guest of honor gets the best seat in the house. She waved her hand at the recliner with a flourish. Chris ambled over to the recliner. Tasha continued to stare. Dont need cable anymore, she mumbled under her breath.
Where am I going to sit, with you guys hogging the couch? Jen practically shouted the question, waving her arms. Tasha and Kimber both jumped, momentarily losing focus on Chris. As Chris eased himself into the recliner, spreading his legs to avoid pinching his nutsack, Kimber replied, as if waiting for a signal.
You can sit over here with us, Jen, right next to your boyfriend. She got up from the couch, patted the seat, and walked around the coffee table.
Wouldnt it make sense for me and my boyfriend to sit together on the couch? Jen moved over and sat down on the couch, sulkily grabbing a plate and getting some food.
No, thats silly. Chris is our guest, so he should get the good seat. Kimber walked over to Chris, eyes locked on his crotch. Its a really comfortable recliner, Chris. Let me show you. Kimber walked to the side of the recliner and bent over across his body. Chris could feel her breasts resting on his arm, and see her curvy butt squeezing against her shorts. Kimber grabbed the lever and pulled it, and the chair reclined backwards. The motion pulled Chriss sweats tightly against his package, outlining every inch of his gargantuan member. Thats a lot better, isnt it Chris?, Kimber asked, seductively.
Oooh! Lemme get you a plate! Tasha bounded up off the couch, grabbing a plate just as Kimber was reaching for it. Kimber glared at her, but returned to the couch, eyes never leaving Chriss crotch. Tasha filled a plate with heaping portions of all of the food on the coffee table. She bent her tall frame at the waist, rather than at the knees, giving Chris a peek down her shirt with every bend. She walked over to the recliner with his food, staring at his bulging groin with every step. She bent low over Chris, her long hair tickling his face, and laid the plate in his hands. You let me know whenever you want more, okay? Tasha walked back to her place on the couch, ignoring the glares from Jen. As she sat down, she elbowed Kimber and Chris could see them both giggling like schoolgirls. Chris felt more than a little self-conscious, but the spaghetti smelled so good
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Benedict Pharmodyne had been extremely generous to Bradford. Terry and Greg discovered (read: Barbie told them) that there was a fully stocked game arcade in the basement of the Student Center. And they decided to try and kill some time there.
"It'll probably be a couple hours before that kid's done taming the anaconda." said Terry as they descended the steps, following the throbbing beat of techno music that pulsed from the arcade.
"Seriously? It only took him a couple minutes with us."
"Yeah, but as that stuff starts to soak in, you start to get crazy stamina. I started out just coming once, now when I'm with Crissy or I'm jerking off, I cum like six or seven times. My balls swell up if I don't cum for a while, too. I haven't jerked off all day and right now they feel like they're the size of avocados." he winced with discomfort as he adjusted his package in his shorts.
"Wild. Well don't start pulling a Chris and jerking off into my clothes."
"Oh... Did you not want me to do that?" Terry suppressed a laugh.
"Do whatever you want, dude, as long as you don't mind waking up tied to your mattress out on the quad."
They reached the double doors of the arcade and pushed them open, Daft Punk's Derezzed blasted out into the hall.
The arcade was dark and loud, with dozens of arcade cabinets arranged in a rough maze in the large room. Thin laser beams traced the air above their heads and pulsed in tune with the music. A handful of students was scattered among the games.
"And of course there's only one pool table and it's taken." said Greg, looking disappointed "Oh hey, it's Javier."
Javier was crouched over the green felt of the pool table lining up his shot. A bored looking Latino with a shaggy mane of black hair and a neat VanDyke style beard leaned languidly on his cue as he waited for his turn.
They waited for Javier to make his shot before walking up and tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hey! What's up J-man?" Greg smiled and the pair bro hugged.
"Yo! Greg!" Javier patted him enthusiastically across his broad back.
"This is my roommate, Terry."
Javier broke into a huge grin "Hey! We finally meet! My man! I've heard a lot about you, mostly through the walls though eh? EH?" He elbowed Terry in the side repeatedly.
"What's up?" Terry smiled. More of a gramace, really, as he shifted himself so that Javier's friendly jostles weren't hitting his kidneys.
"Nothing compared to you, I'm sure. Here, you guys, this is Nacio. Nacio, these are a couple of studs who've been tearing up pussy across campus am I right?"
Nacio pursed his lips and waved using the fewest possible muscles. Terry wondered if he would drop to the ground like a ragdoll if it weren't for the pool cue propping him up.
Apparently not. After losing interest with Javier's friends, he lifted up his cue and sidled over to the table. In a smooth, almost liquid motion he knocked the last two stripes into two different pockets, and send the 8 ball spinning toward another corner.
"Ha! You fucked up this time, friend, you didn't call it."
Nacio said nothing as the 8 ball spun and slowed to a halt, barely a hair from the corner pocket. It teetered on the edge, but didn't go in.
"¡AH!" Javier cursed "¡Madre de Dios! You've beat me again!" he surveyed the table with dismay. There were still three more solids to sink. Nacio shrugged, wordlessly.
"Damn, that's pretty amazing. You know, I can handle a cue pretty good myself." said Greg, approaching the table to admire Nacio's ball placement.
"I'm sure ju could." said Nacio, not looking over. Javier raised an eyebrow. This was as many words as Nacio had spoken all day up to that point.
"But I bet you could show me a thing or two." said Greg.
Nacio only flared his nostrils and adjusted his posture, staring at the table.
"It'll probably be a couple hours before that kid's done taming the anaconda." said Terry as they descended the steps, following the throbbing beat of techno music that pulsed from the arcade.
"Seriously? It only took him a couple minutes with us."
"Yeah, but as that stuff starts to soak in, you start to get crazy stamina. I started out just coming once, now when I'm with Crissy or I'm jerking off, I cum like six or seven times. My balls swell up if I don't cum for a while, too. I haven't jerked off all day and right now they feel like they're the size of avocados." he winced with discomfort as he adjusted his package in his shorts.
"Wild. Well don't start pulling a Chris and jerking off into my clothes."
"Oh... Did you not want me to do that?" Terry suppressed a laugh.
"Do whatever you want, dude, as long as you don't mind waking up tied to your mattress out on the quad."
They reached the double doors of the arcade and pushed them open, Daft Punk's Derezzed blasted out into the hall.
The arcade was dark and loud, with dozens of arcade cabinets arranged in a rough maze in the large room. Thin laser beams traced the air above their heads and pulsed in tune with the music. A handful of students was scattered among the games.
"And of course there's only one pool table and it's taken." said Greg, looking disappointed "Oh hey, it's Javier."
Javier was crouched over the green felt of the pool table lining up his shot. A bored looking Latino with a shaggy mane of black hair and a neat VanDyke style beard leaned languidly on his cue as he waited for his turn.
They waited for Javier to make his shot before walking up and tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hey! What's up J-man?" Greg smiled and the pair bro hugged.
"Yo! Greg!" Javier patted him enthusiastically across his broad back.
"This is my roommate, Terry."
Javier broke into a huge grin "Hey! We finally meet! My man! I've heard a lot about you, mostly through the walls though eh? EH?" He elbowed Terry in the side repeatedly.
"What's up?" Terry smiled. More of a gramace, really, as he shifted himself so that Javier's friendly jostles weren't hitting his kidneys.
"Nothing compared to you, I'm sure. Here, you guys, this is Nacio. Nacio, these are a couple of studs who've been tearing up pussy across campus am I right?"
Nacio pursed his lips and waved using the fewest possible muscles. Terry wondered if he would drop to the ground like a ragdoll if it weren't for the pool cue propping him up.
Apparently not. After losing interest with Javier's friends, he lifted up his cue and sidled over to the table. In a smooth, almost liquid motion he knocked the last two stripes into two different pockets, and send the 8 ball spinning toward another corner.
"Ha! You fucked up this time, friend, you didn't call it."
Nacio said nothing as the 8 ball spun and slowed to a halt, barely a hair from the corner pocket. It teetered on the edge, but didn't go in.
"¡AH!" Javier cursed "¡Madre de Dios! You've beat me again!" he surveyed the table with dismay. There were still three more solids to sink. Nacio shrugged, wordlessly.
"Damn, that's pretty amazing. You know, I can handle a cue pretty good myself." said Greg, approaching the table to admire Nacio's ball placement.
"I'm sure ju could." said Nacio, not looking over. Javier raised an eyebrow. This was as many words as Nacio had spoken all day up to that point.
"But I bet you could show me a thing or two." said Greg.
Nacio only flared his nostrils and adjusted his posture, staring at the table.
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hahahaha, Coach Rosencrantz. the assistant coach should be Guildenstern.
I love the progress, guys.
SCENE FROM PAGE 220:
"Greg! Did you hear the news!?"
"What?"
"Coach Rosencrantz and Guildenstern... THEY'RE DEAD!"
[zoom in on Greg's reaction as drama chord plays]
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Awesome love it!!
As far as College Lacrosse, i wouldn't exactly know. I was "invited" to walk on tryouts, but probably mostly because the college got some list from my highschool. I was 5'7" 130 lbs and just not big enough to cut it on a Div 1 college team, and i was cool with that. My small size and high speed worked to my advantage in highschool, but wouldn't have gone well in college.
love it!!As far as College Lacrosse, i wouldn't exactly know. I was "invited" to walk on tryouts, but probably mostly because the college got some list from my highschool. I was 5'7" 130 lbs and just not big enough to cut it on a Div 1 college team, and i was cool with that. My small size and high speed worked to my advantage in highschool, but wouldn't have gone well in college.
Javier clucked his tongue.
"I don't know how you do it every time, Nacio." he said "I'll beat you one day, but today is not that day. I should be getting back."
he flipped out his phone and examined the messages.
"So many girls, so little time." he smirked "Poor little thing. I was supposed to meet her a half hour ago. See you later, my friends."
"Later, Javier."
"Later, Dude."
Javier strode out of the arcade, waving back over his shoulder. Greg picked up a pool cue from the rack on the wall and reached into his pocket for change. Without a word, Nacio was already sliding the coins into the drawer with a heavy ch-chnk.
"Thanks, dude."
Nacio was already back to pretending the world didn't exist.
Terry had settled into watching Greg and Nacio play, or rather, watching Nacio kick Greg's ass when the group gradually became aware of a growing raucous coming from the back of the arcade. It had started to affect Greg's concentration, though Nacio was unperturbed.
"What the hell is going on back there?" Greg grumbled, unable to concentrate on lining up his shot.
The murmur of voices grew until is was a steady chant.
"Steam-punk! Steam-punk! Steam-punk! STEAM-PUNK!"
"The hell is a 'steampunk'?" wondered Terry. He and Greg left the table to investigate the chanting. Nacio remained and waited patiently by the table for his turn.
The chanting came from a gaggle of students gathered around the Tekken6 machine in the back. In the center of the group, a girl with short, black hair and a brown leather jacket was working the controls so furiously her hands appeared to be nothing but a blur. She was facing the final boss. The screen was on fire with energy beams and explosions as an Asian woman in a red kimono battled some kind of blue dragon.
"Holy shit, are you seeing this!? I don't believe I'm seeing this!" squealed a spotty nerd wearing coke-bottle glasses.
"She hasn't taken a single hit the entire game!"
"Go Steampunk, go!"
Terry looked and was surprised to see that, despite the blazing speed at which the characters were moving, Player 1's life bar was completely full.
One devastating multi-hit combo later and the crowd cheered as the evil boss Azazel was defeated once and for all. A tall kid with his hair combed over his eyes fainted in the excitement.
The girl (who Terry guessed was "Steampunk") wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and blew a lock of hair out of her face. She paused to examine her nails nonchalantly as the credits rolled. She turned around and took a bow.
Terry clapped, too, he was definitely impressed but was somewhat bewildered by the girl's outfit.
Besides the brown leather jacket, she wore a pair of brown leather gloves and her jacket was open to reveal a Green Lantern shirt underneath. A pair of aviator goggles dangled around her slim neck. She stood a foot shorter than Terry and, apparently, was half Vietnamese. A faint scar traced a line up her left cheek under her eye.
Her eyes rested on Terry for a half beat before she returned to the adulation of the crowd
"Who's she?" Terry asked the spotty nerd standing next to him.
"Seriously? You've never heard of Steampunk?"
"No, is that actually her name?"
"No way. Her real name is Kate Fereliss. I thought everyone knew about her. She's the master of the arcade."
"I'm a freshman, this is the first time I've been in here. Why does she dress like that."
"I dunno. But she pulls it off. That's why we call her 'Steampunk.' You know, cuz she dresses steampunk style."
"Of course." Terry had no idea what this guy was talking about. Kate seemed kinda cute, though.
Greg had already returned to being roundly whipped by Nacio. He grunted in frustration as another of his shots failed to yield a point.
Terry yawned.
"Yo, I think Chris is probably done with his business by now." he said.
"If you wanna head back, don't wait up. I'm gonna keep trying. I almost had him two games ago."
He hadn't even been close.
"Whatevs." Terry mumbled as Nacio pulled out another dollar bill, ironed completely flat by his ultra-tight, slim jeans. Obviously they were gonna be at it all night.
Terry ambled out of the arcade and headed back towards his dorm.
His cell phone buzzed and he flipped it open. He was surprised to see it was Bruce calling.
"Wassup, big man?"
"Hey, Ter, have you heard from Jeff at all?"
"And hello to you, too. What's this about Jeff?"
"You never got a package from him or anything? He didn't call you from the hospital?"
"Woah woah woah, slow down. Start at the beginning. Jeff's in the hospital!? Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. It's just a cracked rib."
"What was he doing that he could get a cracked rib? Dude never leaves his trailer."
"Yeah, it's crazy. Apparently last night someone broke into his Winnebago and smashed up the place. He shot the guy but not before he took a crowbar to the ribs."
"Woah! What the fuck!? Jeff killed someone? Badass."
"No, the attacker escaped. They're still searching for him. He never contacted you?"
"No, dude, I've been in class and practice all day. This is some crazy shit you're laying down. If this happened last night, why're you only telling me now?"
"I only just found out. Jeff's not real good about remembering to keep in touch. I only know because he apparently gave the hospital my contact info and they finally got around to giving me a courtesy call."
"What a douche. So he's fine?"
"Yeah, but he says he sent you a box full of his entire supply of the cream. He says 'it'll be safe with you'."
"Dude, if he just sent the box today, how would I have gotten it by tonight?"
"I dunno, he says he sent it express."
"Wait, his entire supply of cream? Coming here? What the hell am I supposed to do with it?"
"My recommendation is flush the damn stuff down the toilet." said Bruce, bitterly.
"How much did he send?"
"I dunno, he's been making the stuff nonstop all week. Probably a lot."
"Damn." Terry's thoughts began to churn "Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep an eye out..."
"No worries."
"So, you Big Man on Campus yet?"
"Ha! You shouldv'e seen the looks on the faces of the Lacrosse team in the locker room yesterday."
"I think I can imagine."
"Anyway, Jeff's okay. I'll talk to you later. I've got homework to do. And when you get the cream, don't fuck with it!"
"Right. Later dude."
Terry flipped his phone shut and walked the rest of the way back to his dorm completely lost in thought.
"I don't know how you do it every time, Nacio." he said "I'll beat you one day, but today is not that day. I should be getting back."
he flipped out his phone and examined the messages.
"So many girls, so little time." he smirked "Poor little thing. I was supposed to meet her a half hour ago. See you later, my friends."
"Later, Javier."
"Later, Dude."
Javier strode out of the arcade, waving back over his shoulder. Greg picked up a pool cue from the rack on the wall and reached into his pocket for change. Without a word, Nacio was already sliding the coins into the drawer with a heavy ch-chnk.
"Thanks, dude."
Nacio was already back to pretending the world didn't exist.
Terry had settled into watching Greg and Nacio play, or rather, watching Nacio kick Greg's ass when the group gradually became aware of a growing raucous coming from the back of the arcade. It had started to affect Greg's concentration, though Nacio was unperturbed.
"What the hell is going on back there?" Greg grumbled, unable to concentrate on lining up his shot.
The murmur of voices grew until is was a steady chant.
"Steam-punk! Steam-punk! Steam-punk! STEAM-PUNK!"
"The hell is a 'steampunk'?" wondered Terry. He and Greg left the table to investigate the chanting. Nacio remained and waited patiently by the table for his turn.
The chanting came from a gaggle of students gathered around the Tekken6 machine in the back. In the center of the group, a girl with short, black hair and a brown leather jacket was working the controls so furiously her hands appeared to be nothing but a blur. She was facing the final boss. The screen was on fire with energy beams and explosions as an Asian woman in a red kimono battled some kind of blue dragon.
"Holy shit, are you seeing this!? I don't believe I'm seeing this!" squealed a spotty nerd wearing coke-bottle glasses.
"She hasn't taken a single hit the entire game!"
"Go Steampunk, go!"
Terry looked and was surprised to see that, despite the blazing speed at which the characters were moving, Player 1's life bar was completely full.
One devastating multi-hit combo later and the crowd cheered as the evil boss Azazel was defeated once and for all. A tall kid with his hair combed over his eyes fainted in the excitement.
The girl (who Terry guessed was "Steampunk") wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and blew a lock of hair out of her face. She paused to examine her nails nonchalantly as the credits rolled. She turned around and took a bow.
Terry clapped, too, he was definitely impressed but was somewhat bewildered by the girl's outfit.
Besides the brown leather jacket, she wore a pair of brown leather gloves and her jacket was open to reveal a Green Lantern shirt underneath. A pair of aviator goggles dangled around her slim neck. She stood a foot shorter than Terry and, apparently, was half Vietnamese. A faint scar traced a line up her left cheek under her eye.
Her eyes rested on Terry for a half beat before she returned to the adulation of the crowd
"Who's she?" Terry asked the spotty nerd standing next to him.
"Seriously? You've never heard of Steampunk?"
"No, is that actually her name?"
"No way. Her real name is Kate Fereliss. I thought everyone knew about her. She's the master of the arcade."
"I'm a freshman, this is the first time I've been in here. Why does she dress like that."
"I dunno. But she pulls it off. That's why we call her 'Steampunk.' You know, cuz she dresses steampunk style."
"Of course." Terry had no idea what this guy was talking about. Kate seemed kinda cute, though.
Greg had already returned to being roundly whipped by Nacio. He grunted in frustration as another of his shots failed to yield a point.
Terry yawned.
"Yo, I think Chris is probably done with his business by now." he said.
"If you wanna head back, don't wait up. I'm gonna keep trying. I almost had him two games ago."
He hadn't even been close.
"Whatevs." Terry mumbled as Nacio pulled out another dollar bill, ironed completely flat by his ultra-tight, slim jeans. Obviously they were gonna be at it all night.
Terry ambled out of the arcade and headed back towards his dorm.
His cell phone buzzed and he flipped it open. He was surprised to see it was Bruce calling.
"Wassup, big man?"
"Hey, Ter, have you heard from Jeff at all?"
"And hello to you, too. What's this about Jeff?"
"You never got a package from him or anything? He didn't call you from the hospital?"
"Woah woah woah, slow down. Start at the beginning. Jeff's in the hospital!? Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. It's just a cracked rib."
"What was he doing that he could get a cracked rib? Dude never leaves his trailer."
"Yeah, it's crazy. Apparently last night someone broke into his Winnebago and smashed up the place. He shot the guy but not before he took a crowbar to the ribs."
"Woah! What the fuck!? Jeff killed someone? Badass."
"No, the attacker escaped. They're still searching for him. He never contacted you?"
"No, dude, I've been in class and practice all day. This is some crazy shit you're laying down. If this happened last night, why're you only telling me now?"
"I only just found out. Jeff's not real good about remembering to keep in touch. I only know because he apparently gave the hospital my contact info and they finally got around to giving me a courtesy call."
"What a douche. So he's fine?"
"Yeah, but he says he sent you a box full of his entire supply of the cream. He says 'it'll be safe with you'."
"Dude, if he just sent the box today, how would I have gotten it by tonight?"
"I dunno, he says he sent it express."
"Wait, his entire supply of cream? Coming here? What the hell am I supposed to do with it?"
"My recommendation is flush the damn stuff down the toilet." said Bruce, bitterly.
"How much did he send?"
"I dunno, he's been making the stuff nonstop all week. Probably a lot."
"Damn." Terry's thoughts began to churn "Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep an eye out..."
"No worries."
"So, you Big Man on Campus yet?"
"Ha! You shouldv'e seen the looks on the faces of the Lacrosse team in the locker room yesterday."
"I think I can imagine."
"Anyway, Jeff's okay. I'll talk to you later. I've got homework to do. And when you get the cream, don't fuck with it!"
"Right. Later dude."
Terry flipped his phone shut and walked the rest of the way back to his dorm completely lost in thought.
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Chris devoured the first plate with gusto, almost inhaling his food. He shoveled in a second from Tasha, and a third from Kimber, before any of the girls had even finished their plates. Tasha brought him a fourth plate that finished off the entire pan, as well as the remainder of the loaf of garlic bread. Kimber refilled his glass of soda several times. Chris could feel his stomach starting to bulge, first pleasantly, then almost uncomfortably tightly. He continued to gorge himself, though, not even noticing the stares from all three women. This is soooo good. I was starving!
As the uncomfortable fullness in his round belly began to subside, a familiar, pleasant fullness started to tingle in his balls. Now I can really start eating. Kimber and Tashas eyes widened, and they stared even more closely at Chris. Jen got up and walked out of the room without a word.
When she returned, she had the entire second tray of baked spaghetti in one hand, and the second loaf of garlic bread in the other. Kneeling down, Jen plopped the tray on Chriss full, round tummy and laid the buttery loaf on his shirt. She took the plate out of his hand, and returned the fork to him. My big boys not full yet, is he? She patted his balls gently and smiled knowingly at Tasha and Kimber.
No. Im really hungry. said Chris around a mouthful from the second tray. Everything is so good; I just cant get enough. All three girls watched him devour the food as his ballsack began to bulge larger and larger. I cant get enough of anything! I want more, more, more!
By the time Chris had polished off the second tray of spaghetti, the loaf of bread, and all of the salad and slaw, his massive balls were substantially larger. He wasnt nearly at his full size, but the sweats were already uncomfortably tight . Jen took the tray from him as he rubbed his protruding belly. About ready for dessert, sweetie? She looked at him expectantly.
Wow! That sounds great. Whats for dessert? Chris heard a gasp from both Kimber and Tasha. Jen walked into the kitchen, and Chris took the respite to adjust himself, shifitng his taut tummy and spreading his legs more to give his swelling balls more room. Kimber and Tasha leaned forward and dug their nails into each others knees. He turned away from them and smiled. Jen returned with an enormous cheesecake.
I dont think I want any, Chris, but you can share this with Kimber and Tasha. She looked at the girls.
Oh, I couldnt eat any, said Tasha. Ive got to watch my figure.
Me, too, replied Kimber. You go ahead.
Good, purred Jen. I only grabbed one fork, anyway. She plunked the cheesecake down on Chriss fat belly and stuck the fork in it. Dig in, sweetie pie. I dont want you hungry later. Chris brought the entire cheesecake up to his lips and started shoveling pieces into his mouth. Jen watched him for a second, amused, and then turned back to the kitchen. Ill be back in just a minute. You two keep an eye on him, okay? The girls nodded rapidly, never taking their eyes off him.
There was a bit of a clatter in the kitchen, but Chris was focused on his dessert. As he swallowed huge bites of the creamy cheesecake as quickly as he could bring them to his mouth, he looked over at Jens roommates. Neither of them noticed him doing so, as both Kimber and Tasha were totally enthralled with the swelling spectacle in his sweats. They both want to see me grow too! All three of them like it! The thought made Chris aroused, and he realized that his fat shaft was starting to wake up as well. Kimber and Tasha hadnt noticed yet, but it wouldnt be long. I better give my audience a good show. Chris attacked the cheesecake with newfound determination.
By the time Jen returned, Chris had wolfed down about half of the cheesecake. His balls were fat and heavy, and his cock had begun to push insistently against the material of his sweatpants. Jen walked in, and her eyes widened. She smiled and sashayed over to Chris. Looks like somebodys enjoying his meal. She rubbed his arm softly. And everybody else is enjoying the show.
I am. I am., Chris mumbled between bites. This is great, Jen. I love it.
Theres more where that came from, sweetie pie. Youre not the only one loving it. She ambled over to the couch and squeezed her way into the space nearest Chris. So, girls, what do you think of Chris?
He seems nice. said Kimber, dreamily.
He should come over more often, said Tasha.
As Chris used his finger to gather up the last crumbs of cheesecake off the plate, he could smell something delicious. Though his bloated stomach was aching and stretched, his mouth started to water. Man, what smells so good?
Jen smiled widely. That would be the cookies, silly. She turned to her roommates. Kimber, could you go grab the batch of cookies I was baking? Tasha, there should be a half-gallon of ice cream softening on the counter, too. Could you guys bring those back for Chris? The two girls nearly fell over each other in their rush to comply.
Jen leaned over and whispered to Chris. So, I think my roommates like you.
Chris rubbed his stomach contentedly. Theyre both really pretty.
As pretty as me? Jen asked, a little defensively.
Ive never seen a girl as pretty as you, Jen. Besides, neither one of them is nearly as stacked as you are, either. He poked her in the arm, and she gave him a pretend scowl.
Kimber and Tasha returned from the kitchen, one holding a huge tub of ice cream and a big spoon, the other with a platter heaped with soft, gooey chocolate chip cookies. They flanked Chris on either side of the couch. They both knelt down.
Heres some more dessert for you, Chris. I hope you have room for it. said Kimber, looking at the gigantic package swelling in his pants.
Youve really been putting it away, said Tasha. Maybe you should take a break Jen glared at her and motioned for her to zip her mouth and let us feed you for a change. Kimber grabbed the recliner lever and yanked it. Chris leaned backwards in the chair unexpectedly, and Tasha popped a huge spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as he gasped in surprise. Before he could even swallow it all, Kimber smooshed a gooey cookie into his mouth as well. Jen watched in amazement.
As the uncomfortable fullness in his round belly began to subside, a familiar, pleasant fullness started to tingle in his balls. Now I can really start eating. Kimber and Tashas eyes widened, and they stared even more closely at Chris. Jen got up and walked out of the room without a word.
When she returned, she had the entire second tray of baked spaghetti in one hand, and the second loaf of garlic bread in the other. Kneeling down, Jen plopped the tray on Chriss full, round tummy and laid the buttery loaf on his shirt. She took the plate out of his hand, and returned the fork to him. My big boys not full yet, is he? She patted his balls gently and smiled knowingly at Tasha and Kimber.
No. Im really hungry. said Chris around a mouthful from the second tray. Everything is so good; I just cant get enough. All three girls watched him devour the food as his ballsack began to bulge larger and larger. I cant get enough of anything! I want more, more, more!
By the time Chris had polished off the second tray of spaghetti, the loaf of bread, and all of the salad and slaw, his massive balls were substantially larger. He wasnt nearly at his full size, but the sweats were already uncomfortably tight . Jen took the tray from him as he rubbed his protruding belly. About ready for dessert, sweetie? She looked at him expectantly.
Wow! That sounds great. Whats for dessert? Chris heard a gasp from both Kimber and Tasha. Jen walked into the kitchen, and Chris took the respite to adjust himself, shifitng his taut tummy and spreading his legs more to give his swelling balls more room. Kimber and Tasha leaned forward and dug their nails into each others knees. He turned away from them and smiled. Jen returned with an enormous cheesecake.
I dont think I want any, Chris, but you can share this with Kimber and Tasha. She looked at the girls.
Oh, I couldnt eat any, said Tasha. Ive got to watch my figure.
Me, too, replied Kimber. You go ahead.
Good, purred Jen. I only grabbed one fork, anyway. She plunked the cheesecake down on Chriss fat belly and stuck the fork in it. Dig in, sweetie pie. I dont want you hungry later. Chris brought the entire cheesecake up to his lips and started shoveling pieces into his mouth. Jen watched him for a second, amused, and then turned back to the kitchen. Ill be back in just a minute. You two keep an eye on him, okay? The girls nodded rapidly, never taking their eyes off him.
There was a bit of a clatter in the kitchen, but Chris was focused on his dessert. As he swallowed huge bites of the creamy cheesecake as quickly as he could bring them to his mouth, he looked over at Jens roommates. Neither of them noticed him doing so, as both Kimber and Tasha were totally enthralled with the swelling spectacle in his sweats. They both want to see me grow too! All three of them like it! The thought made Chris aroused, and he realized that his fat shaft was starting to wake up as well. Kimber and Tasha hadnt noticed yet, but it wouldnt be long. I better give my audience a good show. Chris attacked the cheesecake with newfound determination.
By the time Jen returned, Chris had wolfed down about half of the cheesecake. His balls were fat and heavy, and his cock had begun to push insistently against the material of his sweatpants. Jen walked in, and her eyes widened. She smiled and sashayed over to Chris. Looks like somebodys enjoying his meal. She rubbed his arm softly. And everybody else is enjoying the show.
I am. I am., Chris mumbled between bites. This is great, Jen. I love it.
Theres more where that came from, sweetie pie. Youre not the only one loving it. She ambled over to the couch and squeezed her way into the space nearest Chris. So, girls, what do you think of Chris?
He seems nice. said Kimber, dreamily.
He should come over more often, said Tasha.
As Chris used his finger to gather up the last crumbs of cheesecake off the plate, he could smell something delicious. Though his bloated stomach was aching and stretched, his mouth started to water. Man, what smells so good?
Jen smiled widely. That would be the cookies, silly. She turned to her roommates. Kimber, could you go grab the batch of cookies I was baking? Tasha, there should be a half-gallon of ice cream softening on the counter, too. Could you guys bring those back for Chris? The two girls nearly fell over each other in their rush to comply.
Jen leaned over and whispered to Chris. So, I think my roommates like you.
Chris rubbed his stomach contentedly. Theyre both really pretty.
As pretty as me? Jen asked, a little defensively.
Ive never seen a girl as pretty as you, Jen. Besides, neither one of them is nearly as stacked as you are, either. He poked her in the arm, and she gave him a pretend scowl.
Kimber and Tasha returned from the kitchen, one holding a huge tub of ice cream and a big spoon, the other with a platter heaped with soft, gooey chocolate chip cookies. They flanked Chris on either side of the couch. They both knelt down.
Heres some more dessert for you, Chris. I hope you have room for it. said Kimber, looking at the gigantic package swelling in his pants.
Youve really been putting it away, said Tasha. Maybe you should take a break Jen glared at her and motioned for her to zip her mouth and let us feed you for a change. Kimber grabbed the recliner lever and yanked it. Chris leaned backwards in the chair unexpectedly, and Tasha popped a huge spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as he gasped in surprise. Before he could even swallow it all, Kimber smooshed a gooey cookie into his mouth as well. Jen watched in amazement.
someone shud put all this together and put it in one big word document or these two guys cud sell the story its really well written and builds a story really well
or these two guys cud sell the story its really well written and builds a story really wellThe two girls alternated feeding Chris, Tasha first spooning giant portions of cookie dough ice cream into his mouth, then Kimber forcing him to take huge bites of the gigantic cookies Jen had prepared. Chris barely had time to chew and swallow before the girls were insistently tapping his mouth with the next portion. Oh, my god! They really want to see me get bigger! They really like this! His cock began to swell even faster as he realized all three girls were clustered around him.
Thats it, sweetie pie. Get nice and big for us, uh, me. Jen stroked his hair lovingly and leaned it to whisper into his ear. Show em what my big boy can do. Chris redoubled his efforts, leaning forward to gulp down each spoonful and cramming a whole cookie in his mouth each time. His dick started to balloon up in earnest, already swelling past twenty four inches in length, with no signs of slowing.
By the time Chris had consumed all of the cookies and ice cream, his balls were huge and swollen, stretching out the entire crotch of the sweat pants. His colossal prick had grown enormously, stretching all the way down one leg of the sweats. He could feel his cockhead resting against his right ankle. Im not all the way hard. if I get much bigger, its going to pop out down there. Im not sure how Im going to walk as it is. Both Tasha and Kimber were hovering over him, flush with anticipation. Jen seemed satisfied to watch how aroused her roommates had become.
Can we get you something else, Chris?, Tasha asked eagerly.
Im sure theres something else in the pantry you can eat, added Kimber.
Actually, I think Im full, ladies. Im not sure I have room for another bite. Chris patted his stomach with both hands. He could feel the swelling there subsiding, accompanied by a more pleasant swelling lower down. That was fantastic.
Okay, girls. I think thats our cue. Jen stood up and grabbed Chriss hand. Come on, sweetie pie. I think its probably time for some private time for us. She straddled the recliner and grabbed his other hand, giving him a good view of her large, firm breasts down her shirt. She leaned back and pulled. Oooof!
Chris struggled to stand up from the recliner. He could barely make it. His balls had nearly grown back to their full ten pounds each, and his gargantuan monster added over twenty pounds to throw him off balance, and it was still growing. Plus, he couldnt bend his right leg at all, thanks to the huge pole in his pants. As he finally regained a vertical position, his broad cockhead tried to push its way out of the bottom of his pants. The massive weight of his ballsack pulled down the waistband of his sweats, almost giving a peek at the thick root of his prick as well.
You girls will clean up, right? asked Jen meaningfully, as she licked her lips and admired her man. Just got to get him down the hall and hes all mine.
I guess we can handle it, said Kimber, reluctantly. She moved closer to Chris. We usually do pizza on Friday after Jen gets off work. You should come over tomorrow and hang out with us. She gave Chris a very affectionate hug, her breasts pressing pleasantly against his torso. Unless you have something better to do on Friday night
Tasha elbowed her out of the way. Im cooking on Saturday night, Chris. She hugged him as well, but she wrapped one long leg around him and ground her pelvis against his crotch. Tasha whispered in his ear. Ill make sure theres plenty to satisfy you. Chris almost grabbed her butt on the spot. His dick surged outward, almost forcing his cockhead out the leg of his sweats. He had to stand on tiptoe now.
Tasha! Jen pulled her roommate off her boyfriend. Whats gotten into you?
I know what Id like to get into me she replied, lustily.
Tasha! Jen stood in front of the taller girl with arms akimbo. Chris is my boyfriend.
Tasha had the good sense to look abashed. She dropped her gaze. Sorry. Then she perked up again. Werent you the one that said that roommates needed to be comfortable sharing?
That was Kimber!, objected Jen.
Its still good advice, offered Kimber, hopefully.
Come on, Chris. Jen dragged him out of the room as he struggled to walk.
Whats she going to do with all that, anyway?, Tasha asked Kimber. Kimber looked back at her incredulously. Dogs chase cars. What do they do when they catch one?
Yeah, I hadnt thought about that. What do you do with a guy that big? Kimbers brow furrowed in thought.
I bet I can find out, said Tasha.
Thats it, sweetie pie. Get nice and big for us, uh, me. Jen stroked his hair lovingly and leaned it to whisper into his ear. Show em what my big boy can do. Chris redoubled his efforts, leaning forward to gulp down each spoonful and cramming a whole cookie in his mouth each time. His dick started to balloon up in earnest, already swelling past twenty four inches in length, with no signs of slowing.
By the time Chris had consumed all of the cookies and ice cream, his balls were huge and swollen, stretching out the entire crotch of the sweat pants. His colossal prick had grown enormously, stretching all the way down one leg of the sweats. He could feel his cockhead resting against his right ankle. Im not all the way hard. if I get much bigger, its going to pop out down there. Im not sure how Im going to walk as it is. Both Tasha and Kimber were hovering over him, flush with anticipation. Jen seemed satisfied to watch how aroused her roommates had become.
Can we get you something else, Chris?, Tasha asked eagerly.
Im sure theres something else in the pantry you can eat, added Kimber.
Actually, I think Im full, ladies. Im not sure I have room for another bite. Chris patted his stomach with both hands. He could feel the swelling there subsiding, accompanied by a more pleasant swelling lower down. That was fantastic.
Okay, girls. I think thats our cue. Jen stood up and grabbed Chriss hand. Come on, sweetie pie. I think its probably time for some private time for us. She straddled the recliner and grabbed his other hand, giving him a good view of her large, firm breasts down her shirt. She leaned back and pulled. Oooof!
Chris struggled to stand up from the recliner. He could barely make it. His balls had nearly grown back to their full ten pounds each, and his gargantuan monster added over twenty pounds to throw him off balance, and it was still growing. Plus, he couldnt bend his right leg at all, thanks to the huge pole in his pants. As he finally regained a vertical position, his broad cockhead tried to push its way out of the bottom of his pants. The massive weight of his ballsack pulled down the waistband of his sweats, almost giving a peek at the thick root of his prick as well.
You girls will clean up, right? asked Jen meaningfully, as she licked her lips and admired her man. Just got to get him down the hall and hes all mine.
I guess we can handle it, said Kimber, reluctantly. She moved closer to Chris. We usually do pizza on Friday after Jen gets off work. You should come over tomorrow and hang out with us. She gave Chris a very affectionate hug, her breasts pressing pleasantly against his torso. Unless you have something better to do on Friday night
Tasha elbowed her out of the way. Im cooking on Saturday night, Chris. She hugged him as well, but she wrapped one long leg around him and ground her pelvis against his crotch. Tasha whispered in his ear. Ill make sure theres plenty to satisfy you. Chris almost grabbed her butt on the spot. His dick surged outward, almost forcing his cockhead out the leg of his sweats. He had to stand on tiptoe now.
Tasha! Jen pulled her roommate off her boyfriend. Whats gotten into you?
I know what Id like to get into me she replied, lustily.
Tasha! Jen stood in front of the taller girl with arms akimbo. Chris is my boyfriend.
Tasha had the good sense to look abashed. She dropped her gaze. Sorry. Then she perked up again. Werent you the one that said that roommates needed to be comfortable sharing?
That was Kimber!, objected Jen.
Its still good advice, offered Kimber, hopefully.
Come on, Chris. Jen dragged him out of the room as he struggled to walk.
Whats she going to do with all that, anyway?, Tasha asked Kimber. Kimber looked back at her incredulously. Dogs chase cars. What do they do when they catch one?
Yeah, I hadnt thought about that. What do you do with a guy that big? Kimbers brow furrowed in thought.
I bet I can find out, said Tasha.
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