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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Paranatural_(Webcomic)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_O'Connor/Maxwell_Puckett
  Character:
      Maxwell_Puckett, Isaac_O'Connor, Cody_(Paranatural), Jeff_(Paranatural),
      Dimitri_(Paranatural), Collin_(Paranatural), Johnny_Jhonny
  Additional Tags:
      hyper, Penis_Size, Size_Kink, Size_Difference, Hyperphallic, Shota, Hyper
      shota, Public_Sex, Public_Blow_Jobs, Group_Sex, Orgy, cock_growth, small
      penis_humiliation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-15 Completed: 2016-09-21 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 18053
****** School Showers ******
by Riu1122
Summary
     I'm very ashamed of this. Maxaac. Features underage sex, and
     improbably-hung preteen boys. Don't read it.
Notes
     Follow me/send me hate on Tumblr: My_Tumblr
***** Chapter 1 *****
Life in Mayview wasn’t so bad, really. Max had been dead-set on hating the
unfamiliar town the moment he first discovered that his literally-an-eight-
year-old father had decided to uproot the three of them and move them here.
Various events, including but not limited to discovering ghosts are real,
beginning to secrete black gas, and gaining powers of one of the fundamental
forces of physics (i.e. electromagnetism - or, rather - at least half of one of
the fundamental forces), had made him forget his goal, and Max found, rather
against his will, that he was adjusting to life in Mayview rather well.
He’d wake up (on time) in the morning, eat whatever meager and invariably
unhealthy breakfast his father prepared, walk to school, occasionally be forced
to do the morning patrol (which, luckily, only sometimes involved actually
fighting any spirits, and usually consisted of dealing with whiny ghosts’
complaints), desperately avoid Johnny, et cetera, et cetera. School was
manageable, his social life adequate, and spectral business had yet to kill
him.
Max’s only real trouble, the only thing that he felt caused him significant
amounts of stress, was P.E. It wasn’t that he struggled at all with the
activities they did (he was, after all, a developing parkour artist, and that’s
not exactly a skill that lends itself to inactivity and being in poor shape),
although it was annoying that he had been relegated to being on the cross
country team rather than getting to choose what sport he wished to participate
in (Most kids sign up at the beginning of the year, but as Max was a transfer
student, he was simply shoved in where there was room for him in the class and
in his schedule). No, it wasn’t the physical activity that made him nervous.
It was the locker room. 6th grade back in Baxborough was different; there was
P.E., sure, but it was in the elementary style. No locker rooms or showering,
just 45 minutes of some inane, childish, state-mandated physical activity. But
7th grade is the big leagues now; not only did he have to choose an actual
sport to play (rather than the menagerie that all elementary students were
expected to do) but he was also being forced to change and shower in the locker
room.
Max wasn’t a child. He wasn’t immature (okay, he wasn’t that immature). He
wasn’t grossed out by the thought of other naked boys, and he didn’t giggle
like a child at the mention of the word “penis.” Dicks were normal pieces of
male anatomy and he shouldn’t be squeamish about it.
But goddamn the thought of being naked around other boys scared him! He didn’t
know why, exactly. But it gave him this disgusting, tingly feeling in his
stomach that made him feel like barfing up the entire contents of his abdomen,
and the worst part was he had no idea why. He didn’t think that he had
inadequacy problems. Well, maybe he was small “down there,” but it wasn’t
something he thought about too often and he wasn’t totally sure what “average”
really was anyways. He knew mentally that there shouldn’t be an issue, but his
subconscious just didn’t agree.
He managed to avoid it the first day. Just a stammered apology to Coach Green
(“Oh! I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know I had gym today! See, I don’t have any
clothes to change into!”) who reluctantly allowed him to sit out, and then a
show of nonchalance to his new-made friends, pretending the whole thing was
just to get out of physical activity.
After that, though, it was unavoidable. As the bell signaling the end of 7th
period rang, Max knew there wasn’t a way out of it. He filed into the gym’s
boys locker room along with his classmates, trying his hardest to look
nonchalant and indifferent despite his quickly beating heart. Boys took their
place at their lockers, and began pulling out their work-out clothes. Max went
to the his own locker, located in the furthest corner of the room, the only one
that was not taken when he joined the class, and began doing the same.
Other boys began pulling off their shirts and pants, most still fairly calm
looking, but almost everyone keeping their eyes above the horizon. Max took a
quick furtive look around as he continued messing with his things in his
backpack, stalling for time. Most everyone was down to their underwear by now,
some still messing with their things like Max.
Collin and Dimitri were the two boys closest to Max whom he recognized. They
were chatting quietly to one another, Collin evidently upset over something
inevitably-Suzy-related and Dmitri was shrugging his shoulders. Collin was
short and was wearing naught but snow-white briefs; his body was still that of
a child: waifish, short, and totally hairless. Dimitiri was almost his polar
opposite, standing heads above his companion, and alarmingly hirsute. His arms
and chest were well-developed muscularly, and his chest even had some wisps of
hair on it. As he lifted his arms up to pull on his teeshirt over his massive
afro, small jungles of hair burst from his armpits. He, unlike Collin, was
wearing boxers, and even through the loose fabric something seemed to bulge out
the front impressively.
Max darted his eyes away when he realized that he was potentially scoping out a
classmate’s junk, and they instead settled on Jeff and Cody, whose lockers were
almost all the way on the other side of the locker room. Jeff was shouting
loudly enough that Max could hear him all the way from across the room,
although his words were too indistinct to actually be understandable. He was
gesticulating wildly, still completely undressed and wearing Spiderman
underwear. He was very slight physically, and from what Max could tell, was
just barely above Collin developmentally-speaking. Cody, on the other hand, was
lean and lithe, his torso and abs already showing hints of definition. He was
still hairless, from what Max could discern, but his tighty-whiteys bulged out
impressively for a 12-year-old.
Max again was snapped to reality as he felt a tingling sensation in his
underwear and he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment that he was actually
being aroused by seeing his new classmates strip. Everyone else in the locker
room had by now at the very least taken off their school clothes, and a good
portion of them were already dressed for whatever sport they were preparing to
play. Realizing that he was the only one not yet even begun to change, Max
quickly took off all his things, revealing his own fairly cut torso (thank you,
parkour), and his own underwear (which he noticed, while certainly more
impressive than Collin, concealed a bulge massively inferior to that of Cody or
Dimitri), and pulled on his gym clothes. He then joined the steady stream of
people exiting the locker room.
As he walked back into the gym, suddenly a voice from beside him said, “Hey,
what’s up?” Max jumped slightly at the sudden question, and turned his head to
see Isaac walking beside him. He hadn’t remembered seeing the redheaded
spectral changing, but now that he thought about it, the other boy had been in
the same gym class as him the other day.
“Not much, dude,” Max said, shrugging, “I didn’t see you in the locker room;
where the heck did you change?”
Isaac’s cheeks instantly went red and he looked down at the ground, “I change
in a bathroom stall…”
Max’s face broke into a Chesire-cat grin, as he prepared the snarkiest comment
he could think of. But he stopped. He himself had been deadly afraid of
changing only ten minutes ago; was it right to make fun of Isaac for the same
reason? No, it definitely wasn’t, but Max was going to do it anyways.
Before he could get even a single word out, however, Coach Green’s whistle
interrupted his thoughts, and the middle-aged, overweight coach began shouting
instructions at the collected group of boys.
 
As it turns out, “cross country team” is code for “run laps for 45 minutes so
that Coach Green can focus on kids he actually cares about, ie the football
team.” Kids took this task with varying degrees of severity. Jeff ran at an
all-out sprint the entire time, his hair flopping about in the wind and a large
cloud of dust flying out behind him. Cody kept a steady jogging pace. Collin
started out trying his hardest, but within three laps he had slowed to a walk,
panting and sweating, beside Dimitri, who had been walking at his easygoing,
slow pace the whole time. Max started out running as well, less out of
enthusiasm for the sport, and more to ensure that he wouldn’t suffer any of
Coach Green’s shouting.
He noticed after a while that Coach Green was indifferent to everything that
the running kids were doing, and also that running laps was mind-numbingly
boring. Gradually, Max slowed from a run, to a jog, to a powerwalk, and finally
just to a stroll.
By some trick of fate, or perhaps just by his own subconscious, he finally fell
into a walk side-by-side with Isaac, who had, from the very start, been
walking. That struck Max as odd; Isaac didn’t seem like an athletic powerhouse,
sure, but it didn’t seem very characteristic of the earnest young spectral to
give up from the beginning.
“What’s up man?” Max inquired amiably as he slowed to a walk beside Isaac.
“Nothing.” The redheaded spectral seemed uncomfortable.
“Any reason you’ve been walkin’ this whole time?”
The other boy stiffened slightly, but shrugged his shoulders, “I- I dunno, I
mean, what’s the point? It’s not like Mr. Green cares at all… Plus I’m wiped
from this morning.”
It was a perfectly plausible explanation, the morning had been hectic to say
the least, between Johnny’s moronic chase and that stupid sphinx, but Isaac was
such an abysmal liar that Max saw through it right away. It hardly seemed worth
pursuing right now, so he filed it in his mental folder under “things I might
be able to use to make fun of Isaac for later.”
The two fell into easy conversation until the end of the period, chatting
casually about nothing in particular (in truth, most of the conversation was
Max making fun of Isaac in more and more childish ways, much to the latter’s
rancor). Til finally Coach Green’s whistle signaled the end of class. It wasn’t
til Max walked inside and felt the cool air hit his body that he realized just
how much he’d been sweating. His shirt was near-soaked and the damp fabric felt
incredibly chilly against his skin now that he was inside, amidst the throng of
similarly perspiring preteen boys.
“How is it we managed to sweat so much when we were walking practically the
whole time?” Max asked bitterly, turning to Isaac… only to find that the other
boy had disappeared. Max looked around in the crowd as it filed into the locker
rooms, but the redhead was no where in sight.
Oh well. The kid was just weird.
 
As Max walked through the door to the locker room, he suddenly remember his
earlier anxiety. Inside, several boys were already at their lockers,
undressing. Oh yeah. Showers. Max made his way to his locker, past classmates
in various stages of undress. Max opened his locker and went back to the good
old “pretend to be rooting around in your bag” schtick as he took stock of how
the others went about this.
He saw the majority of them pull out their towels from their bag, and then
strip to their underwear. Most took the modest approach of wrapping their
towels about their waists and then pulling off their underwear before starting
to make their way to the shower room, minimizing the amount of time they had to
leave their package on display.
Jeff, on the other hand, yanked his clothes off and went running towards the
showers, towel trailing behind him, prepubescent dick all a-flopping around,
totally shameless. Cody followed behind him, towel around his lean waist,
shaking his head.
Max’s stomach started roiling as he watched the boys around him all undress. He
felt a nameless discomfort throughout his whole body, and he knew he should
look away and start getting undressed himself, but he couldn’t. The thought of
it made him impossibly embarrassed, and in his pants he thought he felt a
twitching-
“Hey, Max, are you alright?” Collin asked politely, towel wrapped tightly about
his own waist. Dimitri was next to him, pulling his underwear off of his feet,
his respectable package and incredible bush on display.
Max felt a further tightening in his pants, and his stomach’s queasiness
increased threefold. “Umm, I think I have to go to the bathroom,” he murmured
and ran towards the door.
“Aw, poor kid is shy,” Dimitri said, lugubriously pulling out his towel and
wrapping it around himself.
“Don’t make fun,” Collin chided as the pair walked towards the showers.
 
Max paced back and forth in the handicapped stall, cheeks flushed from
embarrassment and dick completely soft. He knew that nudity shouldn’t be a big
deal, that there was nothing overtly sexual about showering with other boys,
that he had nothing to be ashamed of. But the last thing he really expected was
to be turned on by it.
Max didn’t think he was gay. Or well… he wasn’t totally sure. He wasn’t really
even certain how you’re supposed to know. He liked girls, he had had crushes
and stupid day-long relationships in elementary school. He knew about sex, and
masturbation (an activity that he had slowly grown addicted to over the past
several months after he had his first incredibly-awkward conversation about it
with Doghouse back in Baxborough). It didn’t make him gay just cause he
occasionally thought about guys, right? He knew that most boys his age were
quote unquote “curious”, and that’s all it was, right? Curiosity?
He continued pacing. He felt stupid more than anything, and embarrassed. He
made himself look the fool in front of his new friends (though, then again, it
probably wasn’t as bad as it would have been if he had popped a boner in the
showers). By now most of the boys had probably already finished showering and
were redressing. Max sighed. Well, maybe he could just wait til they were all
gone and shower by himself; he had PE last period anyways, so he wasn’t going
to be late anywhere.
The locker room was quiet by the time Max finally deemed it safe to return. All
the boys had finished, left, and were probably getting ready to head home by
now. Max, at ease now that he was alone, pulled off his clothes quickly,
absurdly still feeling shameful enough that he had to cover himself with a
towel as he walked towards the showers.
As he approached the shower room, though, a gaping flaw appeared in his plan.
A shower was still running.
He heard it before he saw it, the sound of a running showerhead, pitter-patting
against the tiles. Max paused at the entrance to the showers, which was one of
those infuriating doorways that have no doors in them. Who the heck was still
here!? Or did someone just leave the water running as some kind of joke?
Max sidled up to the door frame, where the flooring and walls shifted suddenly
to tiling, and slowly began to peek his head around. The showering area was a
rectangle, roughly two and half times as long as it was wide, making it
uncomfortably narrow and long. Showerheads lined either side at several-foot
intervals. From his position to the left of the doorframe, Max could see the
entire opposite wall of the shower room, but of course every one of those
showerheads were off and vacant. The sound of the singular running one was from
the same side of the door that he was one, the left, necessitating that Max
actually stick his head past the doorframe to see whoever it was.
As he slowly pushed his head farther into the plane of the door, more of the
room became visible to Max. First the entirety of the far wall, then the corner
of the room and the final showerhead. As he slowly peek further and further
around the door, pushing his head more and more uncomfortably far into the
room, he saw more and more of the showerheads. With each empty one that came
into his line of sight, Max’s nerves got tighter and tighter.
Finally, fed up, he leaned out just a bit farther from his position beside the
door and stuck his head fully inside, bringing the entirety of the left side of
the room into view. He nearly laughed when he saw who it was.
There, facing away from Max, his bright-red hair-spikes slightly floppy from an
excess of water but this in no way concealing his identity, was Isaac. Max
withheld his giggles; the boy was so nervous to shower with others that he
waited til all of them were gone to do it! (Max had apparently forgotten that
this is precisely what he was doing).
Isaac still was facing away from Max. Water cascaded down his body, sluicing
over his hair and down his back and over the round hump of his butt. His arms
were pale enough, but his back, so often covered by a shirt, was paler still,
and his butt and upper thighs were pure creamy white. He was ever so slightly
chubby, babyfat still left over that hadn’t been burnt off in the beginnings of
puberty, and his buttcheeks were round and full, hairless and totally free of
blemish.
Max suddenly realized that he was staring at Isaac’s ass, and averted his gaze.
The boy’s legs were much the same, smooth and hairless, not yet touched by
puberty. There was a very visible tan line right above his knees, and between
his legs…
Max wasn’t able to process the sight for several seconds. It wasn’t a matter of
disbelief, but of actual inability to figure out what he was looking at.
Suddenly, the redheaded boy turned, presumably to expose his back to the gentle
thrum of the water, and Max was given a full-frontal of the sight that had been
confusing him.
There, from Isaac’s hairless, pale-as-moonlight crotch, dangled the largest
penis Max had ever seen. He stared for several seconds, as Isaac, eyes closed,
leaned his head back and let the water splash over his hair and face. Max had
heard crude jokes in the past about guys who look like they had “a baby’s arm
grasping an apple,” but the beast swinging between Isaac’s legs dwarfed that by
a mile. It hung low, easily to the boy’s knees, and was near as wide as one of
his thighs. The massive tube was shades darker than Isaac’s skin tone, and
veins bulged out along its length, snaking their way up towards the head. He
was uncut, and the thick foreskin covered almost the entire head, so that only
the tip of the glans and the meatus were visible. His balls were equally
massive, swinging low and ponderous in a loose sack. They hung slightly higher
than his cock, and were knocked by his legs everytime he shifted his weight.
They were huge, even in relation to his hyper-sized dick, easily the size of
cantaloupes, each.
Max was frozen, watching Isaac shower. The water ran down his body and over his
massive endowment, dripping from the end in a steady stream. Everytime he moved
beneath the showerhead, a small shockwave went through his genitals, causing
them to sway and jiggle, ever so slightly. Max suddenly realized that he was
rock hard beneath his towel.
He broke his gaze and snapped back around the corner, back still pressed firmly
against the wall. He dropped his towel and looked down at his own manhood. He
was suddenly aware of how small he was, how undeveloped his body was. He
wrapped his hand around his shaft, circling it easily and nearly concealing its
length totally in his hand. It was throbbing hot to the touch, and Max’s cheeks
were flush. He squeezed. How big was it? He never thought to measure til now. 4
inches, maybe?
Max poked his head around the corner again, kneeling on the ground and never
letting go of his willy. Isaac was bent over, picking up a bottle of body wash.
His legs were spread, allowing his prodigious package to swing beneath him, and
with his body positioned as it was, Max had a direct view right between his
asscheeks. He blushed deeply, or deeper than he had been anyways.
Isaac stood back up, sending his dick a-swinging once more as he squeezed a
generous helping of soap into his hand. He set the bottle back down, and began
to work the soap into a lather on his chest. He scrubbed over his torso, and
into his hairless armpits, then reached behind his back to scrub there as well.
Then he moved lower, over his belly, and then bending down to get each leg,
covering every inch of skin. Finally he stood back up, and his hands went to
his crotch.
He went around it first, soaping up the entirety of the pubic area, and then
lifting the heavy package up (balls and dick both) with one hand while scrubbed
behind it. Then he let go, letting it flop between his legs again, the massive
head knocking against his sudsy knees. He grabbed one huge testicle in his
hands, the huge sphere easily filling them, and then the other, coating each
with soapy bubbles.
Only after every other part of his body was thoroughly in a lather did Isaac
begin work on his cock. He gripped the base in one hand, unable to encircle the
girth, and lifted it up, then stroked up and down the length with the other
hand, spreading the soap along it.
Isaac’s lips parted and he let out a soft moan, barely discernable over the
sound of running water. Max realized quite suddenly that he was pumping his own
erect cock as he watched the redheaded spectral shower. Isaac ran his hand all
along the length of his dick, over the thick, bulging veins all the way to the
head of the monster, which he actually had to reach to grasp. His fingers
danced over the foreskin, then gripped and tugged it back, revealing more of
the pink, fleshy glans. He moaned again, slightly louder, and then released his
dick, allowing it to flop between his thighs once more, the head covered again.
Max noticed something strange, Isaac’s cock seemed… bigger, fatter. He studied
it closely for a moment. He wasn’t… getting hard, was he? Isaac didn’t touch
his dick, just stood and stared down at it. The beast pulsed once, growing just
a hair thicker and longer. Then again, pushing down just past Isaac’s knees,
the foreskin rolling back ever so slightly over the expanding head.
Isaac shuddered, and, still not touching his junk, began to swing his hips
slowly back and forth. The ponderous cock swung, first to the left, then,
striking his thigh with a soft slap, to the right. Every moment, in time with
Isaac’s heartbeats, the monster throbbed, growing just a bit bigger. After a
few seconds it was beginning to lift slightly off of Isaac’s legs, its weight
still bogging it down, even as it went back and forth like a meaty pendulum. It
gained up momentum, each swing now causing it to hit Isaac’s leg with a
thunderclap of flesh on flesh, and the massive dick was steadily pumping up
now, each throb causing it to lift up and then descend slightly.
Isaac stopped swinging his hips, but his chubby, still facing downwards but
jutting out in front of him like the hypotenuse of some perverse right
triangle, continued swinging, back and forth, its oscillations lessing slightly
til it was just bobbing right in front of him. Despite hanging at an angle from
his body now, the dick still stretched down past his knees, easily 5 or more
inches longer than it had been only seconds ago, and almost the entirety of the
hick, pink head was revealed now.
Isaac grabbed it about its midpoint. Its girth was so great by this point that
he couldn’t encircle it even with both his hands, but nevertheless he pulled it
up til it was flush against his belly… and his chest, long enough to reach all
the way past his nipples. He looked down, staring his semi-hard, and still
growing, cock right in the eye, and then kissed it. The redhead wrapped his
arms around his dick in a grotesque bear hug and began stroking it up and down
as it continued to harden. His lips ran over the head, adding his slobber to
the cascade of water still running down his frame and over his cock. As the
cock expanded, inching farther and farther up his chest, Isaac was forced to
lean his head over less and less to reach it with his mouth.
The thing throbbed and pulsed, growing larger and larger as Isaac’s hands
played over it and his mouth sucked and nibbled on the fully-exposed head, til
finally, the tip now even with Isaac’s mouth, it seemed to finished its
expansion. The monstrous beast still throbbed and pulsed with every beat of its
owner’s heart, but it seemed to have reached its final, turgid length.
Max was viciously jacking his own boner. He didn’t know what the hell he was
doing. This was weird and wrong and downright impossible, and he felt like he
should stop, but he just couldn’t, it felt too good and oh god the sight was
just so HOT.
His hand moved faster and faster, he closed his eyes and leaned his body
against the fram of the door, focusing only on his masturbation, until-
Max let out a loud, long groan and he orgasmed, watery, clearish semen bursting
from his dick and dribbling over his clenched fingers. He breathed heavily,
caught in the afterglow of his orgasm… that is, until he heard Isaac gasp.
Max opened his eyes and looked up. He realized that from his initial concealed
position behind the door, he had managed to slowly move almost entirely into
the doorway over the course of his peeking, and what he was doing was more or
less obvious to the redheaded preteen now gaping at him.
Isaac, for his part, had let go of his dick the moment he heard, and
consequently saw, Max, and the massive dick, despite its turgidity fell forward
under its own weight, dipping below horizon before snapping back up where it
now sat bobbing up and down like a recently-used diving board. Isaac blushed
deeply, and tried, in a pathetic and useless display of modesty, to cover his
massive erection with his hands (a task made especially hard considering he
could barely even reach the tip with his hands where it jutted out feet in
front of him).
“M-Max! W-what are you doing here!?”
Max covered his massive embarrassment and insecurity with snark, as always,
“Kneeling on the ground and jacking off, whatsit look like?”
Isaac continued on, desperately trying to make an excuse, apparently too
wrapped up in his own panic to even process what Max had said, “I-I was just!
This isn’t what it looks like!” He stopped, his face suddenly confused,
“...Wait. Did you say ‘jacking off’?”
Shit. He hadn’t even noticed. Max looked down at his hand, still gripped around
his now-soft dick. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. “Don’t make this
about me!” Max accused, releasing his dick and pointing a still-slightly-cum-
coated finger at Isaac, “This is about you telling me what’s up with Isaac Jr.
there!”
Isaac sighed, his head hanging (Isaac Jr. mimicked the motion, drooping
slightly lower as its began to soften). “I guess the cat’s out of the bag,
huh?” Isaac said defeated, “This is a side effect of my possession… I think. I
guess it could be totally unrelated to the spirit living inside me slowly
changing different aspects of my corporeal form that started to affect me at
the same time as said spirit, but that doesn’t seem likely.
“It started right after I was possessed. I used to be average-sized, but then
one day I noticed it was a little bit bigger. At first it was cool, right? I
thought I was just growing up. But then… well, it wouldn’t stop. I grew past 8
inches, 10 inches, and eventually right past the end of my ruler. My junk got
so big it didn’t fit in my underwear and I had to stop wearing them, except
then after awhile it became so frighteningly obvious that I had to just ask my
mom to buy me boxers, so at least the, um, ‘twins’ would have some room. It got
to the point where I couldn’t sit down on the toilet without keeping the thing
in my hands so it wouldn’t fall in, and by that point the idea of changing,
much less showering, with other boys was just impossible.” Isaac sighed, his
dick not yet totally soft, but drooping ever more, “And that’s how we got
here.”
Max had settled to sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the tiled ground,
listening to Isaac’s tale with rapt attention, his face a stone mask. “But
Isaac,” he started, slowly and softly, “Mediums don’t use tools right?”
Isaac nodded slowly, “Well… yeah, that’s right.”
“That’s weird,” Max said, now struggling to keep his serious face, “‘Cause it
looks to me like you have a really big tool!” Max burst out into a laughing
fit, and Isaac screamed and grabbed his head. “I hate you, Max,
Ihateyouihateyouihateyou!”
“In fact,” Max said, bobbing up and down and giggling with glee, “You seem less
like a medium, and more like a large! An extra-large, even!”
“Shut uuuup!!! These are the same stupid jokes you used this morning, Max!”
Isaac still had his hands on his head, tugging his hair in frustration.
“Yes, but they’re funnier now, recontextualized in light of you having a
freakishly large dong.”
Isaac let go of his hair, and sighed. “Do you really think I’m a freak?” He
asked, softly.
Max paused, “Uh….”
“Honestly, I- I’m kind of scared, Max,” Isaac’s voice was quiet, barely audible
over the sound of still-splashing water. Max’s laughing had ceased totally.
“This… thing hasn’t stopped growing yet. I’m still getting bigger! I can’t hide
forever. People are going to think I’m a freak, and no - “ He stopped,
blushing.
Max tilted his head, “What?”
Isaac blushed deeper. “N-no one’s going to like me. Everyone’s going to think
its disgusting.”
Max bit his lip, and suddenly without any conscious thought, words were jumping
from his mouth, “Man, you’ve got it all wrong.” Oh gosh, what was he even
saying? “Do you have any idea what I was just doing watching you? I was fapping
as furiously as I could. That dick is hot, Isaac. You’re hot.” Max had no idea
what he was saying, but was also strangely surprised to find that all the
things that had just came out of his mouth like word vomit were also true. The
pit of nerves in his stomach grew smaller as he realized that Isaac was hot.
Isaac for his part, simply stood there looking flabbergasted, but his cock,
still semi-hard but drooping low, almost as if pricking up its ears to listen,
began to rise back up as it heard itself being praised. “I- Uh- … really?”
Max forgot his nerves and his doubts, better to just plunge on ahead, he was in
too deep at this point anyway. “Yeah, man. It’s amazing! Your dick is a million
times huger than mine! Here, look.” Max stood, his cock once more erect; he
hadn’t noticed that happening.
He walked beside Isaac, standing side-by-side beneath the still-running shower.
Isaac’s dick was nearly fully erect as well, pumping up with pride the more Max
sang of its glories. It jutted out in front the boy, what looked like two feet
out. Max’s modest endowment was no more than 4 inches in length. It was no
contest.
“See, man? My dick is nothing compared to yours,” Max knew on some level that
he should feel embarrassed or ashamed, but instead the great disparity between
their size just made his cheeks flush and his cock throb, “ I’m puny and you’re
massive.”
Isaac’s leg-thick, impossibly-huge erection was throbbing and pulsing now,
drinking in Max’s words. All of the secret buttons Isaac didn’t even know he
had were being pushed, and it was turning him on more than anything. Max
reached over and laid a hand on Isaac’s dick.
Isaac shuddered. It was the first time he’d been touched by someone else. Max’s
hand was cold, and felt different than his own somehow. He tried to wrap his
fingers around it, but his hand couldn’t even make it halfway. Max grabbed
Isaac’s hand his free one, and forced him to put his own hand on Max’s dick.
Isaac tightened his fingers reflexively, awkwardly grasping Max’s cock. It was
the first time he’d ever touched another boy’s dick, and also the first time
he’d attempted to jerk off a dick that was average-sized. “I can’t even get my
hand partway around your dick, and your hand covers practically all of mine.”
Max was attempting to jerk off Isaac’s monolith, but between his poor grip and
it’s massive size, he was mostly just rubbing it along its dorsal side, but the
feel of another’s hand on his prick was still so foreign and novel to the
redhead that it felt amazing anyhow.
Isaac started to pump Max’s cock in turn, not totally sure how to proceed. Max
groaned under his inexperienced ministrations anyways, so he figured he
couldn’t be doing too badly. For a moment they masturbated the other, each
trying to find how to best jerk off the other’s cock. Max was struggling,
however, there just wasn’t a way to do any sort of real damage from this
position. He wanted to make that beast cum.
“Hold up,” he said, releasing Isaac’s dick. The redhead followed suit, and Max
moved in front of him, just in front of his cock. Then he went down on his
knees, eye-to-eye with the beast. Both boys were breathing heavily, cheeks
flushed. Max reached up with his hands, considering how to best approach this.
He wrapped his hands around the neck of titan, forming an O shape with his
fingers. Even with both hands, he couldn’t encircle the girth of the thing.
Max began to pump, the retracted foreskin gliding easily with his fingers as he
went forward and back, taking long strokes. Isaac shuddered, and grabbed the
base of his dick with his own hands, joining in on the effort.
Max was cut. He knew what foreskin was, but had never seen it in action, and
watched in rapt fascination how it glided back over the glans on every forward
stroke, bunching up a bit near the tip, and then retracted when he pushed his
hands back. A drop of precum welled up in the huge gash of a urethra.
Max stopped. “Are you… cumming already?”
“W-what? No.”
“What’s this then?” Max asked, indicating the drop now running down the head.
“You’ve never seen precum before? It’s like… It leaks out before you cum, it’s
a lubricant.”
Max looked at the slit, where another huge drop was forming. A sudden impulse
took him, and he leaned forward and licked the slit. Isaac groaned at the
sudden feeling and at the sight of his best friend licking his cock.
The taste was strange, Max thought. Watery, salty, and maybe just a bit acrid.
But not unpleasant, not really. And there was something about it, something
about having his mouth on the huge dick, that was just so appealing. Max leaned
back in, and planted a kiss right on the head, licking and sucking at the pink
flesh as he moved his hands back into position and began to slowly jack again.
Precum began flowing freely, no longer drop by drop, but now more like a steady
trickle. Max took it all, digging his tongue into the cumslit (only slightly
surprised to find that it was wide enough to permit his tongue to enter, even
slightly). His hands sped up, pumping up and down once more as Isaac joined in
with his own hands.
Max began moving his mouth around, licking all around the head, before
returning to the center to lap at more of the precum. It began to flow faster,
more a stream than a trickle. Max opened his mouth wide and attempted to fit
the head of the dick into it. It was way too massive, and he could only manage
the very tip. So much for that, he thought as precum filled his mouth even
faster than it had before.
Max let go of the dick with his hands and he gave up on his futile attempts to
swallow it, a string of saliva and precum connecting his mouth to the dick as
he released it from his lips. He put his hands on the underside of the cock and
lifted up, pushing it slightly above horizon. Max put his face below it and let
go, letting it slam down onto his face as he began to worship the underside
with his mouth, llicking and even nibbling slightly at the corona. The penis
oozed its slick liquid all over his head; it dribbled down over his short hair,
and then into his face. The flow was so great that within moments the cockhead
was coated and his head was well-streaked.
Max sucked and licked at the sensitive underside some more, his hands now
grasping lower on the shaft, but pumping as they had been before. Isaac had
given up on jacking himself off, to overcome with the feeling of Max’s tongue
all over his cock, and was now moaning continuously, struggling to prevent his
knees from going weak. The cock was practically pissing precum now, it no
longer simple drooled out, but actually shot like a small fountain, coating
Max’s head and running down over his face.
Max drew back, returning to the head, opening his mouth to catch the squirting
precum. It filled his oral cavity almost frighteningly quickly, and then he
swallowed down the runny, warm liquid and dove back in to continue nipping and
sucking and licking.
Isaac groaned, “D-don’t stop, Max. I’m almost there.” He was so close. Between
his own solo session earlier and Max’s current worship of his dick, he wasn’t
going to be able to hold out much longer.
Max’s efforts redoubled, his hands a blur on the cock, his mouth never staying
still. Isaac moaned again, his knees shaking. It was so good. He had always
loved masturbating, loved to touch and fondle and suck at his own cock, but
nothing compared to this, just the feeling of having someone else do it. The
feeling of having another person so in love with his impossibly gigantic
manhood, it was intoxicating. He wasn’t afraid of being big anymore, not when
he knew that someone would love it.
The cock throbbed and throbbed, spewing out precum over the already-drenched
Max. The head was an angry, engorged red; it wanted more.
Isaac didn’t care that he was still growing; all the better! He would just keep
getting bigger, and Max would worship his cock all the while. He didn’t know
how long his possession would last, but just think how big he could get in the
meantime! He could pass 3 feet, or even 4, and someday, someday soon, his cock
would dwarf even the entire body of his little cockwhore.
Isaac gave one final groan. The precum stopped for a second, and then the cock
gave one long throb, and cum began to spurt like a hose. The jet was seemingly-
endless, it pumped out in one continuous burst, covering Max’s head and face.
The prostrate boy opened his mouth, catching the thick, heavy, opaque liquid
and guzzling it down. His hands still continued to fly over the length of the
cock as it spewed, and his throat couldn’t swallow as fast as Isaac was
shooting.
Max leaned back, letting the deluge coat him. It oozed down from his face, over
his shoulders and onto his chest. Finally, after a good 15 seconds of
continuous ejaculation, the first jet trailed off, but less than a second
later, the cock throbbed again and another came spurting out.
Max leaned back in, drinking in all the cum he could. It overflowed his mouth
and joined the flood traveling down his body. The second spurt only lasted 10
seconds, before trailing off and being replaced by the third. Max now sat in a
quickly-spreading puddle of cum. The water from the nearby, still-running
showerhead could only wash away so much at a time, and already the nearest
drain was struggling to glug down the thick liquid.
The third shot was shortest of, and each one after only trailed off sooner.
Soon, after the 6th or 7th (Max had totally lost track in his reverie of
drinking jizz and worshipping the still-spurting prick) shot, the jets were no
more than a second or two in length, and their strength paled in comparison to
that of the original. Eventually, the final jet trailed off, and the massive
shaft simply drooled its final few drops of juice. Max leaned forward, his
entire body literally coated in jizz, and kissed the quickly-softening head,
sucking the last few drops into his mouth.
Then he let go, letting the semi-soft dick swing between Isaac’s legs once
more, and he fell back into the puddle of jizz, practically floating upon it.
“That- that was,” Isaac was breathing heavily, swaying as if he were about to
fall over, “I-incredibly, Max!”
Max stared up at the tile ceiling, suddenly very aware of what just happened.
He had sucked the cock of his best friend. More than that, he had practically
worshipped the cock of his best friend. He felt like he should be panicking,
but he wasn’t. “Yeah, I guess it was,” He said finally.
Max stood up, splooge dripping from every part of him. He moved beneath the
showerhead, shuddering at the cold. Isaac turned the knob of the one next to
him, and side-by-side they rinsed off the mess Isaac had made.
They were silent. Neither was really sure if it was a comfortable one or no.
But then suddenly, Max laughed.
“Isaac… I think we missed the bus. We’re gonna have to walk home.”
Isaac laughed too, “So we’re going to sweat, so there was no point to showering
here anyways?”
There was something so stupidly funny about the situation that both continued
to laugh. They turned off the showerheads and picked their ways carefully
though the slowly-dissipating puddles of cum and left the shower room,
chuckling.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Some more hyper shota weirdness. This time with 50% more orgies.
“Max, I’m starting to have second thoughts about this,” the redhead admitted as
the two boys walked slowly in their state-mandated daily 40-ish minutes of
exercise. Only two weeks past, Max had found it strange, suspicious even, the
slow pace that Isaac kept, but it was out of necessity. Anything faster than an
easy ramble meant jiggling… lots of jiggling, and Isaac wasn’t too keen on
exposing his little secret in public. Which was proving to be a big hinderance
to Max’s plan.
“You’ve been having second thoughts for the past two days, and yet we’re still
going through with it, aren’t we?” Max gave his testy retort. There was only
minutes left of aimless wandering around, and then it would be time to set the
plan into action; this was no time for more of Isaac’s flip-flopping around.
The plan’s success called for confidence and swagger from the young medium. and
that wasn’t going to happen if he didn’t suck it up and grow a pair (then
again, thought Max, he already does have quite a large pair… He sniggered
slightly at his own pun, and filed the thought away to be recalled at the most
opportune time to use the pun to embarrass Isaac).
Isaac ran a hand through his hair, the spikes rebounding right back into place
as his hand passed, and sighed. “I- I guess I’m ready… but, wait, no! I’m not
ready! This is insane! It’s veritable social suicide!”
“No, it’s not. Look, the plan is very amenable; if anything goes awry, we
abort, we stop. No harm, no foul.” This was the same conversation the two had
had at least five times over the past few days. Each time, Isaac’s
protestations had gotten weaker and flimsier, and Max had thought that the
hyperhung preteen had finally simply given in, but apparently being so close to
actually enacting the plan had reawakened some doubts.
Isaac only looked half-convinced. He sighed, “I guess you’re right. But promise
me; the second something goes wrong, we give up.”
Max shrugged, “Hey man, once we get in there, it’s all you. Feel free to turn
your tail and run like a chicken.” He smiled his best shit-eating grin and
looked straight into Isaac’s eyes, “It’s up to you; be a frightened hen…” He
stepped suddenly closer to Isaac, stopping the other boy in his tracks, and
groped him, grasping the carefully-hidden, arm-thick tube of boyflesh through
his shorts, “... or be a cock and show them what you’re made of.”
Max let go and spun on his heel and jogged away. Right on time, too, as Coach
Green had just blown the whistle to go back in. Isaac was blushing furiously,
and, not wanting to risk any unwanted… flopping, he walked slowly towards the
school building.
He sighed again. Guess I have no choice.
 
Max glanced at the door again. He had put on a brave show for Isaac, but now
that it was about to happen, he felt flutterings in his tummy. Now he knew how
Isaac must have felt; it almost made him feel bad for pressuring the boy so
much.
He turned beneath the shower head, pretending to get the spray on some hard-to-
reach area on his back as he strained to get a better view of the door. He was
almost at the far-end of the room, and rows of naked prepubescents blocked his
view. Max was strangely at ease with that aspect of the situation, though,
especially compared to his anxiety only a fortnight past, but regular worship
of the impossibly-big penis of your best friend tends to ease your inhibitions
somewhat. The only thing Max was even remotely concerned about on that front
was the possibility of popping a boner, but between his nerves and the cold
water, he wasn’t having much trouble keeping it down. Even if he knew what was
coming.
Somehow Max expected the moment to be more dramatic than it was, that time
would slow down and all noise would stop, that there would be some sort of
foreshadowing, a moment of anticipation just before it happened. Instead it
happened quite suddenly. One moment the doorway was empty, and the next Isaac
was rounding the corner and walking in. His towel was thrown casually over his
shoulder, and it was the only piece of fabric on his body. He walked with a
swagger, a subtle motion in the hips that was just enough to send his knee-
length cock swinging between his thighs and his balls jostling.
Those whose eyes caught his entry glanced towards him but only momentarily,
eyes darting away again once they’d realized it was only another naked boy
entering, only for them to double take less than a second later, jaws dropping
open in surprise and incomprehension. A loud yelp actually emitted from the
mouth of Collin just across from where Max stood, inciting Dimitri beside him
to turn his head at what his little friend was staring at. The look on his face
right after that was probably the only time Max had seen him open his eyes
fully since meeting the lazy kid.
Chit-chat wasn’t normally accepted in the showers. Even the boys very confident
in their bodies or indifferent to nudity understood the unspoken pact that when
in a room filled with 20-odd other naked preteens, conversation should be held
to a minimum. But now whispers started to spread as Isaac continued walking
confidently along the tiled room. He didn’t deign to so much as glance at the
boys around him, the majority of whom were now staring open-mouthed at him. Or,
more specifically, his bouncing cock, the fist-sized head of which was bouncing
back and forth from one knee to the other with each step he took.
By the time he reached a vacant shower head, almost smack dab in the center of
the room, almost all eyes were on him. Max glanced around, reading the
reactions of his peers. Most’s mouths hung open in a blank look of shock. A few
looked disgusted. Many of them had chubbies or were working their way to an
erection; of these, most hid it behind their hands, blushing furiously, all the
while still unable to tear their gaze from Isaac’s swinging package. Some of
them didn’t even notice that they were erect, and Collin and Jeff were openly
tugging on their semis, apparently totally subconsciously.
Isaac turned the knob, still aloof and indifferent to the stares. The water
shot out of the shower, and a small shudder went through Isaac, causing his
package to jiggle slightly. Then he began to wash. He spun around, so that he
faced away from the wall and the spray hit his back, giving his audience an
unobstructed view, and causing his cock to fly up as he turned. He twisted left
and right, to get the water on different parts of his body as he began to use
his hands to scrub his skin, and every movement seemed to be multiplied in his
limp cock. The tube shook and jiggled and bounced off the similarly-swinging
balls behind it.
Isaac’s heart was pounding. He had always considered nerves and exhilaration to
be mutually exclusive; he wasn’t a risk-taker and he didn’t get much joy from
adrenaline jumps. But right now there was this raging war in his stomach
between the oily, fluttery feeling of pure anxiousness and the warm glow of
pleasure. His brain was buzzing, and, impossibly, he enjoyed all the eyes that
were on him. He wanted the other boys to stare, wanted to have an audience. He
wanted to show off, to awe each and every one of them with his ungodly dick. He
wanted them to be jealous, to make them all feel tiny and inadequate. He wanted
all of it and he didn’t care that it was wrong, that such thoughts were, as Max
would teasingly say, “small acts of violence” in of themselves.
Isaac let out a small moan, soft, barely audible over the sound of all the
running water, and his dick throbbed once, expanding outwards as it began to
pump full of blood. His hands moved down his wet body, and grasped the base of
his thick cock as it gave another throb and stretched out just a bit farther,
the head lifting up off of his knees.
Max grinned broadly; this was going way better (and way farther) than he would
have even dared to hope. His own cock was now rock-hard, and he stroked it
openly (not that anybody was even looking at him). He wasn’t alone either; none
of the boys had moved from their shower heads, still too shell-shocked to do
anything, and most were in some stage of erectness. Several were masturbating
shamelessly. Even those who had made the most disgusted faces when he had
entered not a minute past still stared at the lurid scene unfolding in front of
them, held rapt in horrified fascination.
Isaac ran his hands down his length. The monster cock was well on its way to
full erection, jutting out in front him, hanging in a graceful, half-hard arc.
With one hand he reached down and cupped one ball, grasping it as well he
could, and then tugging lightly on the sack. He moaned again, louder this time.
Suddenly, Max noticed something strange. All the boys in the room… were moving
closer to Isaac. It didn’t even seem to be intentional, but it was clearly
happening. Boys on the far ends of the shower room, craning their necks to get
a better view, took a step every once in awhile, or shuffled their feet to try
to find the best viewing angle from their distance. Some of the others on the
opposite side of the room had left the range of their own show head; they had
moved subtly, not really walking so much as migrating slowly toward Isaac, an
inch or two here, a few more over here. But it was too slow for Max’s taste. So
he started to walk, passing by the two or three boys between him and Isaac, and
stopping right beside the kid at the shower nearest to Isaac (whose face was
flushed and was gripping his own stiffy so hard it look fit to pop right off).
It was like Max had poked a hole in a dam, and suddenly all the water rushed
forth. Every preteen in the room advanced, some with the same fast, utilitarian
pace as Max, and others hesitantly. Within moments there was a crowd around
Isaac, every boy in the room suddenly pressed close together totally
indifferent to all their mutual nakedness. No one dared to get too close,
though; there was a radius of several feet all around the self-worshipping
redhead. But it seemed like every moment someone shuffled their feet or shifted
their weight and the circle enclosed just a bit more.
Isaac was nearly hard now. His prick had expanded considerably from its flaccid
state, and was now peeking above horizon, almost at its full size, easily in
the realm of two feet. It stretched out from his crotch, its tip reaching more
than half the distance between himself and his audience. He made no attempt to
suppress his moans, even going so far as to exaggerate them slightly, as he
continued to stroke his cock. His hands roamed over the flesh of his cock,
squeezing and jacking it to full erection. A dollop of precum welled up at the
tip of his cock and then ran down the underside.
Max felt the crowd press in tighter around him, he could feel the heat of the
other boys' wet bodies. Max felt something hot poke his butt from behind, but
only for a second. It was definitely another guy's dick. In spite of himself,
Max blushed and fought the urge to turn and look at who was behind him.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his crotch. Max’s breath caught in his throat and
he looked to his side. The boy standing beside him had reached out and was now
groping Max, wrapping his fingers around his painfully erect cock. His eyes
were fixed ahead, slackjawed and staring; he didn’t even seem to be aware that
he was absentmindedly jerking both his own cock and Max’s.
The feeling of another boy’s hand on his dick was utterly foreign, and provided
such intense sensations Max’s nearly collapsed from beneath him. He looked
around the room, and saw that his predicament wasn’t very unique. Several other
pairs of boys had begun pumping the other’s dick without even seeming to
notice. Jeff even had one hand on two different boys’ junk, giving the pair a
double handjob.
Oh well, nothing wrong with this. Max returned the gesture and grabbed the
boy’s cock. It felt weird. The other kid’s dick was longer and thicker than
Max’s, and the unfamiliarity of the size in his hand was strange. He began
inexpertly pumping back and forth; there was something fundamentally different
between jerking off and giving a handjob, and although Max had more than enough
experience with the former, he hadn’t yet mastered the latter.
At the center of the circle, Isaac was continuing his self-worship. His cock
was throbbing erect now, arcing upwards into the stratosphere. Precum drooled
out of the piss slit in a continuous stream, oozing over the cockhead at a
variety of angles. There was something indescribable about the situation for
Isaac. Beyond the mere physical pleasure of it; he’d felt that before. There
was something dizzyingly unbelievable and intoxicating about having a crowd of
pubescent boys surrounding him, staring at him, and most of them openly
masturbating. It was a feeling of utter power, having so many kids in thrall to
simply the sight of his impossible junk. Isaac let out a gasp as his cock
throbbed powerfully and a jet of precum shot out, arcing over the heads of his
audience and splattering several lucky members directly in front of him.
The boy currently giving Max a strangely expert handjob gasped at the sight and
squeezed Max prick, nearly causing him to cum right on the spot. The warm poke
on his backside was back, and boy behind Max was openly humping his left
buttcheek. From elsewhere in the crowd, there came a loud squeal, and Max
spotted Collin hunched over, both hands white-knuckled grasping his own small
junk, and a small trickle of clearish cum dribbling between his fingers. “Oh
god!” he squeaked, and then, pushing past the boy in front of him, went to his
knees in front of Isaac, “You’re so fucking big!” His voice cracked on the f-
bomb, and he sounded almost guilty for swearing.
Isaac’s manhood was so huge and has such an upward arc that the head was far
above Collin’s on his knees. The small, prostrate brunet grabbed the massive
cock and began licking it all over the exposed underside. The precum, which had
been leaking steadily in rivulets all along the length of the rod, made the
whole thing slippery and added squelching noises to the frantic lapping of
Collin’s tongue.
Now Max really did cum, he grunted, but the boy didn’t slow his hand at all as
Max shot, nearly making Max blackout from sheer sensory overload and his cock
entered that phase of hypersensitivity following an especially powerful orgasm.
Dimitri, who had been masturbating furiously in a way that Max wouldn’t have
expected from a kid so lethargic, had stopped and now shrugged his shoulders,
and got down on his knees beside his journalism partner and joined in his
worship of the monstrous cock.
Isaac was panting hard, and his cock was continuously streaming out precum,
interrupted by periodic spurts that flew out in extravagant arcs at various
angles and magnitudes. Many of them found their way into the crowd again, but
more still splattered over his two dedicated cockwhores. Dimitri’s ridiculous
hair very quickly became matted with the clear fluid. With the sudden physical
interaction between two members of the audience and the formerly-isolated
performer, all bets were off. The rest of the boys pulled in even closer, and
hands reached out and began touching.
Collin and Dimitri still held the place of honor directly in front of Isaac,
blowing him to the best of their ability, but more hands joined their mouths,
stroking the head, the shaft, whatever they could reach. One boy got to his
knees, and, forcing Isaac to spread his legs, crawled beneath him and began to
slobber all over his ponderous testicles. Another joined him, and soon Isaac
had four boys on the ground in front of him, licking various parts of his
genitals. Others eschewed his junk totally, and simply stroked and massaged
whatever part of his anatomy they could reach. One kid, standing beside Isaac,
began rubbing his chest, then leaned in and began suckling his nipples. An
exceptionally brave kid got on the floor behind Isaac, directly in the spray of
the still-running shower, and began tackling his balls from behind, eventually
moving up and eventually licking and nibbling on his taint.
The majority focused on his cock though, and there was enough room there for a
lot of them. The massive thing was somewhere in the realm of two and half feet,
and every inch of that was attended by one student or another, some using their
hands and others their mouths.
Max considered joining the mosh pit, but every square inch of space around the
godly redhead was occupied, plus, he’d get his own private show later. He
wasn’t the only one making this choice. He saw Jeff on his knees in front of
Cody, giving the dark-haired boy a very inexpert blowjob. His own mutual
masturbation buddy was still grasping his cock tightly, and Max did the same to
him. Might as well enjoy this. Max dropped to his knees, forcing his new friend
to relinquish his hold on his junk. He opened his mouth and swallowed the other
kid’s dick, and almost immediately choked. He had absolutely no experience
blowing guys who weren’t somewhere in the realm of three feet long, but oh
well, this was his chance to learn.
Isaac couldn’t process all the physical stimuli that was assaulting his brain.
His solo sessions in his shower at home were intense enough, and when Max
joined in it was the intensity of every feeling was doubled, to the point where
every touch and lick nearly made Isaac cringe and his knees buckle. Now he was
experiencing that a million fold. Ten, fifteen, twenty maybe even, boys were
actively worshipping every square inch of Isaac’s body and his massive,
impossible cock. Everytime he opened his eyes, he seemed to see a new boy
circling him, touching him. Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to feel a
new hand stroking, a new mouth kissing and licking and whispering how abso-
fucking-lutely huge he was.
The young medium’s cock had taken on an angry red tone, and the head was a
frightening shade of plum. The monster was actively and endlessly pissing out
precum now; it sprayed and splattered every which way. The two initial
worshippers were already soaked from head to toe in the pungent fluid, and
every single kid had at least some on their body.
Max, meanwhile, was beginning to get a hang of how to suck a guy’s dick
properly. He wasn’t exactly deepthroating it, but the boy he was administering
the blowjob to didn’t seem to mind. The thought that this was probably this
kid’s first blowjob crossed Max’s mind, but was quickly forced out as the kid
in question grabbed the back of his head. He began thrusting wildly. Yep,
definitely his first time. He had no control, and no concern for Max. On the
very first thrust, the young spectral gagged violently, but the boy didn’t even
stop. Well, whatever, the viciousness of it was almost kind of hot. Max
recovered and began working with him, sucking the best he could with the
thrusts.
The kid had no staying power; it wasn’t more than four or five thrusts before
he let out a choked moan, and Max felt him unload into his mouth. He swallowed
without even thinking. He was used to it after more-than-several sessions with
Isaac. The flavor and texture were different; this cum was thinner and not
nearly as musky. And there was so little of it! Max knew that accepting Isaac’s
prodigious loads had given him weird standards for the appropriate volume of
cum, but he was still surprised by how insignificant the amount was.
The boy held Max’s head tight against his crotch for the duration of his orgasm
(which was only a few seconds, to Max’s chagrin), and then let go, letting Max
lean back and wipe his mouth of an errant string of seminal fluid. The boy, for
his part, collapsed to the ground, landing with a whumph! on his ass, and
promptly lay down and began snoring. Max just stared, erection flagging. “Okay,
then…”
Isaac’s knees were shaking violently. He felt like he was about to explode;
every individual sensory neuron in his body was orgasming simultaneously. It
was actually sort of astounding, really, that he hadn’t cum yet. But he was
dangerously close. Someone was tonguing his urethra, lapping at the stream of
precum. Someone else was tweaking his nipples, which had always just seemed to
him as painful, but felt as good now as climax had felt before his possession.
Another person was licking his butthole. Oh god, that was weird, and kind of
gross. But it felt so good!
Isaac gasped. His cock, already shiny and red and hard as iron, expanded
another inch longer and widened. The stream of precum halted. There was a
moment where Isaac was completely still, every muscle his body tense, and his
cock flexed. Then it all released at once. Collin, who had stood up and was
making-out with Isaac’s cockhead with a vengeance, was caught full in the face
as the monstrous cumslit dilated and a mammoth wad shot out at frankly
dangerous velocities. The short brunet released the glans, choking on the cum
that now coated his face. Dimitri picked up his slack, licking around the
corona of the cockhead, getting splatted by the cum that was now arcing through
the air higher and farther than any of the precum had. Collin returned to his
duties quickly, as the first jet trailed off. He lapped at the massive dong,
slurping up together with Dimitri the cum that had gotten all over it.
As Isaac’s orgasm began, a wave seemed to pass over the entire crowd of
worshippers. Several of them began shooting at the same exact time as the
redhead that was the center of attention. The second wad was. if anything, even
more copious and powerful than the first. It shot out with such strength that
it hit the ceiling and began dribbling Isaac’s genetic material over he
menagerie of preteens.
And it just don’t stop. The boys between Isaac’s legs were still eagerly going
at his balls, even as they drew up in his sack closer to his body as he shot.
More and more boys were cumming. Max saw Cody and Jeff, bizarrely, napping on
the floor, both their dicks soft and glistening. Jeff’s Carrot top-esque ‘fro
was absolutely drenched in Isaac-cum. He had evidently been hit head-on by the
very first stream.
Max realized something. Every boy who had orgasmed had fallen to the ground,
regardless of the debauchery going on around them, and promptly fallen asleep.
Isaac hadn’t noticed this, but how could he? He was on the fifth shot now,
which was only marginally weaker than four, three, or two. Dimitri and Collin
were still hard at work, and there was still a good 6 or 7 other boys helping
them, running their hands up and down the shaft.
Puddles of cum were starting to collect in different parts of the floor in
Isaac’s general vicinity. They mixed with the water already there, and were
partially washed away from the still-running showerheads throughout the room,
but not as fast as Isaac was making them spread and grow as he continued
cumming. The drains gurgled throatily as the water-cum solution clogged them
up.
Isaac’s cockhead was almost frightening looking. It was shiny as a new apple,
but was a near-violet purple, with a piss slit the size of man’s thumb. A man
with gigantism of the hands, that is. The sixth shot was definitely weaker than
the previous ones, but the titanic orgasm was far from over. Isaac’s brain had
been completely empty of any thoughts aside from “HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY
SHIT” since he first started cumming, but now a new thought joined that one. It
was, “Fuck, I don’t think I can’t keep standing anymore.”
Isaac’s knees trembled and gave out in the middle of his sixth shot, which was
shooting out in only a humble arc and was mostly caught by the collective
mouths of Dimitri and Collin. They had evidently been guzzling a lot of the
semen, as their stomachs were beginning to bulge noticeably. Isaac landed in a
kneeling position. He had a vague notion that it was lucky that the former-
ball-worshippers had left, or else he might have crushed them beneath the
weight of his gonads. He realized that he had stopped feeling their mouths and
hands several seconds ago, but didn’t really know (or much care, as he
continued having the orgasm of his life) where they had gone. (In point of
fact, the pair, along with the eager rimmer, had crawled off and fallen asleep
only a few feet away, their heads on each other’s stomachs in a sort of human
Penrose steps formation).
Well, no reason to let the two Journalism club members have all the fun. Max
made his way over, stepping gingerly over the one or two supine bodies in his
way and joined the cock-hungry whores. Isaac’s orgasm was definitely trailing
off now, Max noted. The next shot was even weaker, only making it a few feet,
and striking Max against the face. He had missed the feeling of hot cum hitting
him, splashing all over his body. Well, it had only been about a day since
Isaac had given him a one-man cumbath, and only a week or two since he had
first even experienced it, but addictions can form fast.
The next shot was barely more than a dribble. A copious, thick drizzle, easily
more voluminous than what Max output in an entire week, but still. He, Dimitri,
and Collin licked up the cum as it ran down the underside of Isaac’s dick. The
other two boys were starting to slow. Collin gave a heavy yawn, completely
stopping his cock worship for the first time since falling to his knees. What
was going on with these kids?
There was one more dribbling spurt, and that was it. The cock pulsed a few more
times, sending small waves of cum out of the urethra, and then began to soften.
Dimitri and Collin, bellies bloated, and skin sticky with layers of cum, seemed
to sense the end of the debased episode, and without any sort of discussion lay
down together. They spooned, Collin’s butt pressed right up against Dimitri’s
crotch, their cum-stained faces the very picture of contentedness as they fell
asleep together.
There was no sound but the collective deep-sleep breathing of twenty-odd boys,
the continuous pitter-patter of showers that had long since faded to white
noise, and Isaac’s own heavy panting.
Max and Isaac looked at each other. Max grinned widely, that stupid, shit-
eating grin of his, and said, “Well, this went well, I think.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Isaac makes a bet.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings! This chapter features all the same fetishes as before, as
     well as dub/noncon.
“God, that was amazing!!” Isaac was practically bouncing as he walked, “T-That
was the hottest thing ever to happen to me! That was the hottest thing that
ever happened period!”
“Fuck yeah, it was,” Max replied, as the pair walked out of the gym entrance,
the rest of their class still slowly getting dressed in the locker room. While
the other boys were snoozing, Max and Isaac washed up (with most of the
lathering being focused in one spot), and began to get dressed. As Isaac pulled
his necessarily oversized undergarments up, the first dazed boys stumbled in
from the showers, still dripping with cum. They froze and their eyes widened as
they saw the short teen in front of them. Isaac stopped, boxers around his
thighs, massive ballsack hefted up somewhat, the giant testes beginning to
settle in. He smiled at them, and slowly and deliberately pulled the underwear
up, tucking the monstrous softy first by the head, and the shaft following.
Multiple inches slithered out the leg hole, the huge glans even with the knees.
More boys had joined: Cody, Colin, Jeff, Dimitri, all of them stood agape as
Isaac pulled his shorts up, bulge sloshing in the boxers, and massive dickhead
slapping around. As he buttoned the shorts, stretching the crotch out
ridiculously, he grabbed the bulge and shook it at the crowd, smirking. Then he
and Max waltzed out as Isaac pulled on his shirt.
While Max couldn’t disagree with his friend's exhortations, he didn’t quite
share his enthusiasm. The plan been for Isaac to show-off a little, stir up a
little shock and awe, not turn into a sex-pollen-fueled shower orgy. Most of
those boys were straight, some even almostly violently homophobic. This could
have bad consequences for his friend.
“But, gosh, I just felt so—so big!” Isaac continued, “And powerful! I had a
roomful of guys all begging to touch me—to worship me!”
Though Max had to admit Isaac had a way of making it sound super hot.
“Crap Max, I’m boning up again.” Sure enough there was a rather obvious bulge
appearing in his shorts, and very quickly the monstrous dickhead itself poked
out from the hem.
“Isaac, hide that thing!”
“Ugh! I don’t wanna, it feel so good…” The dickhead throbbed as it swelled a
bit more. “I-I want people to see my huge dick.” He squeezed the bulge and
moaned.
“Yeah, great idea if you wanna get arrested. Plus you jizzed like 30 seconds
ago all over every male peer of ours, how could you be horny?”
“Max, that’s  why  I’m horny.” The rim of his helmet revealed itself, foreskin
peeling back. “Please, I need to pump another load out. I don’t know if I can
get it down otherwise.”
Well…. Max couldn’t say no to that face… well, mostly that dick. “Come on,
nerd,” he said, dragging the hyper-hung teen into the dense foliage and away
from the road.
 
After Isaac had doused several bushes (and a sleeve of Max’s favorite shirt you
jerk this had better not stain) in his cum, and after the pair had walked home,
and after Isaac had given Max a short peck and a “See you tomorrow!” Max lay in
bed, 4 inches rock hard as he thought about their latest session.
Something had felt different about it, crouched in the woods a stone’s throw
from the road. As Max slobbered all over the massive meatlog and furiously
jerked the loose, hot flesh, the dick between his hands and in his mouth felt….
Plumper. Fuller, somehow. It looked more vascular, the veins bulging thicker
than ever with blood. As he licked the huge helmet his tongue slipped into the
pisslit deeper than he had ever gotten it, giving him a potent taste of salty
pre-jizz. Even Isaac’s balls seemed to be dangling lower; even  looked  heavier
somehow. Was it that he was still growing? The thought alone of Isaac’s titan
getting larger was enough to trigger Max’s orgasm. His dick shot off, a thin
jet of semen splashing in his bellybutton. His dick convulsed a few more times
but only drooled a drop or so more.
 
The next morning, Max loitered outside his father’s convenience store, kicking
the dirt and whistling an old melody as he waited.
“Yo Max!”
Max turned with a grin to see his spiky-haired friend walking up the hill. He
raised a hand to him in greeting. As Isaac drew closer, Max noticed that he was
wearing jeans; that was unusual for the boy, he usually said they made his
“problem” very obvious. Normally he took extreme pains to make his dick as
invisible as possible and due to these efforts his endowment had gone largely
unnoticed at school. But now he was in a form-fitting pair of pants, almost as
if he wanted to show off. And show off they did; Isaac’s bulge was obvious and
obscene, a basketball sized sphere at his crotch attached to a thick tube
running down his leg beyond his left knee.   
Wait beyond? As Isaac approached it became obvious Max was not imagining
things; the bulge of Isaac’s dick ran more than half the length of his leg.
Isaac grinned at Max’s gaping as he closed the final few feet between them, the
preteen’s eyes still glued to Isaac’s bulge. “Well, whaddya think?”
“I- I…. what happened?”
Isaac’s eyes shone, “It grew,” he whispered, “A lot.”
“B-but you can’t go to school like that! It’s so obvious! Obscene, really.”
(Obscenely hot, he added internally)
“Max, trust me, there is no way I could possibly hide this thing anymore even
if I wanted to.”
“But do you want to?” Max raised an eyebrow. He was almost afraid of the
response.
Isaac just smiled and started walking towards school.
 
As soon as the pair walked onto the courtyard in front of the school, all eyes
were on them. Well, on Isaac. Well… on his dick, anyways.
Max felt butterflies with so many eyes on him. Isaac, though, seemed to have
already settled comfortably into his role as exhibitionist and walked up the
sidewalk as if nothing were amiss. In truth, he relished every pair of eyes
that were locked on him. He wanted everyone to know that they didn’t measure
up, would never measure up. He wanted them to feel humbled by his dick. It was
intoxicating.
Without warning, the redhead grabbed Max about his waist and pulled him in for
a deep kiss. Max made a muffled sound of surprise but offered no resistance,
even as Isaac’s tongue dipped its way into his mouth.
Isaac broke the oral embrace after a moment. “What was that?” Max could tell
that his face was flushed, he was blushing like a schoolgirl. Isaac grinned, a
bit sheepishly, “Impulse, sorry… I just want everyone here to know that you’re
special; that you get this huge log whenever you want it. That you’re mine.”
It was a vaguely demeaning compliment, but also incredibly sexy. Isaac seemed
to realize this as well. “Sorry, was that jerky?”
“A bit, but it was super hot so I’ll let it go for now. “ Max gave a sardonic
smile. Isaac was still holding him by his hips. Max could feel the hot tube of
flesh pressing against his leg, even through multiple layers of thick fabric.
“And… um, also…” Isaac looked flustered for the first time since yesterday
afternoon’s shower activities, “I guess I wanted to ask… if you’d like to
actually officially be my boyfriend?”
Max’s heart fluttered. His first impulse was to say “I’m not gay!” but that was
so ridiculous he nearly laughed. Instead he gave a heartfelt smile, “Yes.
That’s a hard yes.” He grabbed Isaac’s head and kissed him again.


Most of the rest of the day passed in relative peace, surprisingly. Isaac told
him at lunch that the stares did not end, but nobody was brave enough to say
anything. Max, for his part, noticed numerous boys from their gym class also
sneaking peeks, but the moment any of them met his eye they turned and walked
away, visibly nervous. He guessed his fears were unfounded after all; even the
straightest boy was so humbled and awed by Isaac’s cock they didn’t say a word
to either of them.
It wasn’t til right before 7th period that Isaac ran into any trouble. Max was
leaning against the lockers as his boyfriend (his  boyfriend ~!! The word made
Max feel insanely and embarrassingly giddy) rummaged through his own locker
when the scourge of Mayview Middle approached.
“Ugh. What do you want Johnny. I bring my lunch so I don’t have any money to
give you.” Max deadpanned.
The redder-than-Isaac-redhead snorted, “Hmph. That’s not why I’m here.” He
raised an accusatory hand, “You gotta lotta nerve coming to school looking like
you do.”
“Look, I get the baseball cap isn’t for everyone, but I’ve worn this every day
you’ve known me, man. I’d thought you’d be used to it.”
“Not you, you nimrod! Your little boyfriend there!” Johnny’s smile was
carnivorous as he pointed at Isaac. “By the way you guys make a very cute
couple.” This addendum seemed to be entirely sincere.
“And what exactly does that mean?” Isaac asked. Max could already see his
spirit energy collecting around him in a nimbus of anger.
“I mean, what the fuck is going through your head, coming to school with a
fucking towel or kielbasa or whatever shoved down your pants? It’s possibly the
most pathetic thing I’ve seen, next to Nic Cage’s performance in Con Air.”
“Hmph.” Isaac ran a hand through his hair. “This is all me,” He grabbed his
crotch for emphasis, his small hand not even able to grasp the bulge of his
balls.
“Yeah and R.J. here is a boy,” Johnny’s posse had materialized behind him
somehow. The short hooded kid raised a hand and waved. “I guess if that really
is your dick, you wouldn’t say no to a little competition?”
“Yeah? What kind of competition?”
“You. Me. The clearing in the woods out back of the school, nicely hidden. We
measure our dicks. Whomwhoever’s is bigger gets to  fuck  the smaller one.”
Max was bug-eyed. He almost felt bad for Johnny, almost wanted to warn him away
from this idea. But the thought of his boyfriend (his boyfriend!!!!!) fucking
the 5’1” bully with his 2 foot plus dick was far more tempting.
“Ha! Deal.”
“Good. I’ll see you beginning of 8th period.”
Isaac turned on his heel and walked away, slamming his locker shut, and
practically steaming as he went. Max chased after him, leaving Johnny and his
crew laughing with one another and talking about what kind of inane, desperate
person would go to such lengths to stuff their pants. “Isaac! Wait up!”
“Ugh. That jerk makes me so mad!”
“I mean, yeah same, he’s kind of a dick, but is this really a good idea? I
mean, there’s no way you can fuck him, plus we have gym 8th period.”
Isaac stopped and looked at Max, “That’s what he wants. This whole charade is
to challenge me. If I don’t show him my cock, it’s the same as admitting that
I’m stuffing. Which I’m not. He probably only said during 8th block to
discourage me from coming anyways. It’s on, and I’m going.” He turned and
marched away, a blue trail of angry spectral energy in his wake.
 
The clearing in the forest was large and brightly lit, and most importantly
very secluded from the school grounds. Isaac and Max walked into the copse just
as they heard the bell ringing behind them. Isaac’s face was one of steely
resolve.
Johnny and one of his perpetual shadows, RJ, were already there waiting. “Well,
well, well, well, well ,well, well. I’m actually pretty surprised you showed
up,” Johnny shrugged, “Ready to be humiliated.”
“Hmph. Why don’t you put your cock where your mouth is.” Isaac apparently did
not think his snappy comeback through very hard.
“Right to business then? More than fine by me.” Johnny Jhonny apparently had no
shame. Without hesitation he unbuckled his shorts and let them fall, revealing
his flaccid uncut dick. Max was impressed; the bully was actually pretty hung!
“RJ! Let them know how big it is.”
The hooded preteen scurried forward, tape measure in hand. They knelt in front
of Johnny and unrolled the tape along his impressive flaccidity.
“6 inches long soft!” They proclaimed loudly.
“Heh. Think you can beat that, bitch boy?” Already Johnny’s dick was pumping
fuller and fuller with blood, rising up off his creamy thighs and into the air.
Within moments it was fully hard, jutting out proudly, the oversized cap a
shiny purple.
Without prompting RJ once more unraveled the tape, placing the end carefully
against Johnny’s crotch, and practically drooling cried out, “8&½ inches
erect!”
Johnny crossed his arms, a smug look on his face. RJ didn’t remove his hands
from the erect cock, instead opting to begin a subtle and gentle caressing.
Max was floored; the huge dick had a huge dick. The thought passed through his
mind that at his length, Johnny was more than twice his size. His dick, already
achingly erect from the moment he began to follow Isaac into the woods,
throbbed. And Isaac was WAY more twice Johnny’s size.
Isaac smirked. “Max, woud you?” He asked, gesturing to his bulge. Max instantly
obliged, kneeling down in front of the nerdy teen.
“Uh, boss,” RJ whispered from the place at the bully’s feet, still gently
pumping the huge cock. “He’s not caving. What if he’s not bluffing?”
“Why you gotta waste my time with pessimistic crap like that? This kid’s
clearly delusional. No one’s that big.” The hooded kid did not look entirely
convinced. Even as the absent-mindedly stroked their boss’s dick, they turned
their head to watch the display.
Max snapped the button open, and instantly the fly was rent open from the
pressure. The preteen flipped his ballcap around and hooked his fingers through
the waistband of his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Max pulled the pants
down, the fabric slowly peeling over the fat bulge.  
He never got tired of this part, seeing his boyfriend’s monster appear, inch-
by-leg-thick-inch. But now there was the added arousal of having 2 preteens
watching in awe as the titanic dic was revealed, and the fact that Isaac’s cock
was bigger than he had ever seen it before soft. The beast was so tightly
jammed into the pants that the only way to get them down over the thing was to
allow them to peel off, flipping inside out.
“Uh, Johnny. That doesn’t look like he’s stuffing,” RJ breathed, still kneeling
at Johnny’s feet, tugging their his big cock harder, their other hand now also
caressing their own crotch. RJ was not even trying to hide their arousal as
they watched the massive root be revealed, open-mouthed and drooling.
“It’s…. A prosthetic?” Johnny was unsure now. But his erection never flagged;
rather throbbing harder and emitting a jet of precum onto RJ’s furiously
wanking hand.
The bulge was so huge that the resistance it offered actually made it
physically difficult for Max to pull the pants down. But as they cleared the
giant ball-bulge and Isaac’s oversized testes sagged out, squashed to either
side by his still-mostly trapped shaft, the resistance lessened and ax tugged
hard, yanking the overworked jeans the rest of the way down to Isaac’s ankles.
The pendulous cock was sent swinging gently as it was freed from its denim
prison (its jean prison, it’s jison, one might say). The flesh-covered,
cantaloupe-sized head slapped softly against one leg, then the other, the tip
reaching all the way to the tops of Isaac’s calves. The redhead stepped out of
the useless pants and put his hands on his hips.
The bullies were flabbergasted. Johnny didn’t want to believe that what he was
seeing was real. “RJ, bud. Go and please tell me that thing’s made of rubber.”
 They didn’t need to be told twice. With an eagerness that hurt Johnny’s pride
a bit, they grabbed their tailor’s measure and bounded the short distance
across the grassy clearing. Max scootched to the side to allow the shorter
child in. The hooded preteen knelt in front of the redhead, their unusually
colored eyes wide, totally mesmerized by the sight in front of them.
Isaac thrust his hips just a bit towards RJ, sending his cock flopping anew.
“Go on, you can touch it; I want you to.”
RJ didn’t hesitate. They wrapped both hands around the fat base, their
fingertips not even touching. It was warm, and they could feel the hot blood
rushing beneath the surface. They released it, placing just one finger on the
shaft, tracing their way down its length on a bulging vein fatter than the
finger touching it. They grabbed the head, lifting it up, hefting its
impossible weight, peeling the foreskin back to reveal the massive prick head,
and gaping slit.
Still holding the dickhead, the majority of the length sagging in a U-shape
between their hands and Isaac’s crotch, they turned back to their friends, “I-
It’s real!!!” Their cry was filled with wonder, awe, and (Max thought) joy.
“I-I gotta know how big.” The normally silent kid grabbed their tape, releasing
their hold on Isaac’s dick, and placing one end of the tape measure against
Isaac’s smooth crotch, and let it unroll. 5 inches, 10 inches. Christ on a
bike, RJ wanted to jizz as his eyes made their way down the massive shaft. 15
inches, 20 inches. They finished scanning down to where the tape hung over the
end of the dick, reaching just past 24 inches long. 2 feet. Soft.
RJ let out an incomprehensible noise somewhere between a moan and the words “Oh
god“ as their eyes rolled up and they reflexively dropped the ruler. Max and
Isaac could see the wet stain already appearing through the crotch of their
shorts.
Max had watched the process with glee. The only thing hotter than getting to
worship Isaac’s dick himself was getting to see others go crazy over it. Isaac
was grinning smugly. “Like it?”  He asked the dazed RJ. The waif looked up at
him, eyes shining from beneath their hoodie. “It’s beautiful.”
Isaac’s grin widened. “Make me hard.” RJ went at it with gusto, once more
picking up the head, sliding back the foreskin. They stuffed it into their
hood, shoving what little of the tip of the flaccid monster into their mouth,
slobbering over the massive head, digging their tongue into the wide cockslit,
essentially making out with Isaac’s one-eyed snake.
“Max, help them,” Isaac ordered, gesturing towards RJ with a move of his head.
Max snapped from his reverie; he was entranced watching the desperate way RJ
worshipped the soft dick. He joined them, grabbing the lower portion of the
dick and stroking. While RJ licked and sucked the head, Max dove in for the
balls. The sack was easily larger than his own head, and each ball wasn’t much
smaller than it. He licked and suck at the loose, hairless skin. There was no
hope of ever fitting those boulders in his mouth, but that didn’t keep him from
trying.
Isaac’s dick did not take long to respond to the frantic work of the two
cockhounds. The moment he felt RJ’s soft warm mouth on his dickhead, blood
started to flood into the shaft. The pair of prostrate preteens could feel the
slumbering titan begin to awaken. The monstrous cockhead pumped fuller and
rounder as RJ continued to coat it in saliva.
The massive log inflated preternaturally quickly for its size, within just a
few seconds, RJ found themself being forced to scoot back as the dick grew
larger and longer and harder. Max for his part migrated north, nipping and
sucking at the root of the shaft, hands caressing whatever they could reach.
It was half-hard now, stretching from Isaac’s crotch in a lazy arc, no longer
needing to be held up by its two worshippers. RJ was staring down a prickhead
nearly as big as their own head, and loving every moment. RJ once more dug his
tongue into the expanding pissslit, eliciting a grunt from Isaac as the dick
throbbed and pulsed and a thick jet of precum sprayed out. It splashed heavily
against RJ’s face, and splattered all over his hoodie, but they seemed
indifferent, not even pausing their oral worship, lapping up every drop that
remained on the cock.
Max halted for a moment, chuckling, “If you don’t want to have a very awkward
conversation with your mom when you get home, I’d recommend getting undressed.”
He himself grabbed the hemline of his shirt, pulling it off quickly and tossing
it beside Isaac’s discarded pants. RJ hesitated just momentarily, then followed
suit. Isaac too, took advantage of the lull in the action to shuck his own top,
and then as the other two continued to disrobe, he took hold of the lower
portion of his cock, jerking off gently.
Neither Max nor Isaac had ever actually seen RJ without their hood up; the
gender non-conforming kid was absolutely adorable, they found. Their face was
round and full, their eyes (always somewhat menacing from the darkness of the
hood) in the context of their face were large and sweet and earnest, coupled
with a button nose. Most striking, though, was their foot-tall, neon teal
mohawk. Their torso was slim, but lithe, and their arms were thin and graceful.
Max had already stripped naked, dick achingly erect, by the time RJ was dropped
their trousers.
Isaac let out a long, appreciative whistle as RJ’s 7 inch boner sprang out of
their underwear as they lowered them and stepped out. “Daaaamn, RJ. You’re
really packing heat!” They blushed, making themself only about a billion times
cuter, “I’m nothing compared to your dick.” Isaac had to wonder if their
wording was intentional.
Isaac turned his gaze to behind RJ, “Well, are you gonna join us?” Max turned.
Oh yeah, Johnny was a person who existed. He had been watching the scene
unfold, disbelieving and almost frightened. He was outmatched, massively.
Instinct told him to run, but words like “run” or “retreat” were entirely
unknown to Johnny Jhonny, so he stood his ground. He could do nothing but watch
as one of his best friends, his second in this duel of dicks, his lieutenant
when there’s reckoning to be reckoned, had abandoned him to slobber all over
the grotesquely hypertrophied junk of his enemy. But when said enemy finally
addressed him, and the two dick-slaves turned and focused their attention on
him, he knew pride demanded only one thing from him.
He marched stiffly across the clearing, erection bobbing with every step. He
wished he wasn’t hard; he wished this smug nerd didn’t know how much his
ridiculous dick was (absurdly) turning Johnny on. He stripped his shirt off as
he approached; no sense getting it dirty.
Isaac was nearly fully erect, and leisurely jacking off two-handed. His fingers
didn’t even come close to reaching; it was no longer how close his dick was to
leg-thick, but more how close it was to waist-thick. The massive pole had a
slight upwards curve to it, but was so heavy that it pointed straight out from
the teen’s body.
“Hm, I think I win,” Isaac said, matter-of-factly, dick bobbing up and down as
he shrugged his shoulders mockingly, “But let’s not jump to any conclusions.
RJ, would you do the honors?” RJ released their impressive dick, which they had
been furious masturbating, and retrieved the tape measure from the ground.
Hands trembling from excitement, they unraveled the tape starting from ISaac’s
crotch, arousal growing the high they saw the numbers grow. The cock was so
unbelievably long, RJ had to physically walk along it to completely measure it,
Isaac taking hold of the end of the tape and keeping it in place.
RJ’s breathing was ragged as they read out the measurement, “Th-thrity four
inches….” Isaac grinned, casting a sidelong glance at Johnny, “So, what? That
makes me about… 4x your size?”
Johnny didn’t look him in the eye. “More or less…” he muttered. His dick leaked
a drop of precum, betraying his arousal. He had never felt less masculine, and
yet the disparity of their sizes was turning him on fiercely, which only
exacerbated his shame. “Get on your knees,” Isaac’s authoritarian tone
surprised Johnny; he looked at ISaac, the teen’s gaze fierce and almost
crackling with intensity. He didn’t even realize he was complying until he was
staring down the barrel of Isaac’s pump-action hotgun. “Worship it.” Johnny
hesitated; he didn’t know how to treat a dick this big, and he was nowhere near
familiar with being in such a submissive position. He reached a hand up,
touching the flesh lightly, then shying away.
“I said worship it. I meant now.” With the last word, Isaac thrust his hips
forward. The cockhead struck Johnny in the face like a freight train. The hot,
spongy flesh rammed into his face, knocking him back, and smearing precum that
had been steadily drooling for minutes all over his face. Even at that speed,
the dick was just so massive it was like getting slugged in the face with a
oversized, squishy baseball bat.
Not wanting to displease Isaac again and be hit harder, Johnny didn’t
hesitate.He grabbed the shaft just below the glans, hands barely encircling
half the circumference; the loose, half-retracted foreskin bulging between his
fingers. He starting softly pistoning his hands forward and back, the slick-
with-prejism skin gliding smoothly. He stuck his tongue out and took a long,
slow lick of the moist cockhead. RJ and Max watched in fascination, their hands
on one another’s dicks, giving each other vigorous handjobs. Other than Isaac,
Max had never touched such a big penis, and he relished the way it felt so much
fatter in his hand than his own undersized sprout. It looked especially massive
on the tiny RJ.
Isaac made an appreciative noise as Johnny settled into a rhythm, and then
motioned to Max. The short haired boy released RJ’s cock and came towards
Isaac, who grabbed his head and mashed their faces together, kissing him
passionately. Max melted into it, letting his boyfriend aggressively make out
with him. Breaking their lips’ contact, he grabbed Max beneath his arms and
hefted the boy, depositing him on his monstrous cock, straddling the shaft,
legs brushing up against his huge balls. Max was taken aback by Isaac’s sudden
display of strength, and even more so by his cocks unwavering rigidity. The
thing barely even registered Max’s weight, continuing to jut out proudly from
Isaac’s crotch.
“There’s plenty of room up here, RJ,” Max said, patting the wide surface of the
shaft behind him. RJ jumped at the opportunity, practically vaulting onto the
ginormous cock, butt-to-butt with Max. Isaac grunted as the weight on his dick
essentially doubled. It felt amazing, a deep stretch in his groin that only
served to emphasize the impossible size and power of his erection. It was
euphoric.
As soon as they were seated, RJ began grinding their cock hard against the hot
flesh. They wrapped their small delicate fingers around the shaft and began
pumping in time with Johnny’s now eagerly working hands. Hardly two seconds
went by, and RJ groaned loudly, their dick spasming as it unloaded for the
second time. They didn’t lag in their ministrations though, still desperately
grinding and jerking. Isaac once more brought Max in for a kiss, moaning in
pleasure into his mouth, and wrapping his hand around Max’s own modest
erection.
Johnny was going crazy. He felt such a volatile mix of emotion (more volatile
than his usual emotions anyways). He was humiliated and ashamed and
emasculated, but God, Isaac’s dick was incredibly, unbelievably huge. It should
have been disgusting, grotesquely large, but instead it was intoxicating, and,
Johnny realized as he more and more eagerly worshipped the cock, addicting. He
desperately wanted to touch himself, give his aching rod some relief, but it
felt wrong to take even one hand off Isaac’s shaft, to not put all of his
effort into pleasing him.
Precum was positively pissing out of the engorged glans, coating Johnny’s face
and running in thick, syrupy rivers down his body. He drank it wildly, lapping
at the excess that poured out over the cockhead and dripped down its length and
into the grass. The slit was so wide and gaping it was more like eating ass
than sucking dick. Hmm, that was an idea.
 Managing to tear himself away from the huge dick, Johnny rose to his feet. He
grabbed the oversized crown of the dick, and aligned his own throbbing erection
with the drooling urethra, and plunged it in. Isaac grunted, the sound muffled
by Max’s mouth; his dick convulsed, an especially heavy burst of pre jetting
out around Johnny’s cock, splashing over his balls and thighs. Max broke his
kiss with Isaac, turning to see what was going on; the mere sight of Johnny
penetrating Isaac’s cock was enough to finally send Max over the edge. His cock
spasmed in Isaac’s hand, shooting his load all over the boy’s fingers and
belly.
The pisstube was delightfully tight, slick, and warm. Johnny fucked it
mercilessly; it was better even than RJ’s ass (and they were the best fuck in
school). God, it felt amazing. Without even realizing or meaning to, Johnny
began to talk dirty as he drilled the monster cock, his brain wandering to
fantasies of nailing RJ. “Fuck yeah, so fucking tight.” He groaned loudly. RJ
was still furiously humping atop the dick, their own cock rubbed raw but so
lost in lust that they didn’t care. “Yeah take my big cock, oh fuck-!”
Suddenly Johnny’s balls tightened. His head lolled, eyes rolling up as he
jizzed harder than he ever had before in his 12 years. He slammed his cock all
the way in as he came, fireworks going off in his head. Johnny didn’t have time
to enjoy it thought. His dick hadn’t even ceased convulsing when he felt a
sudden, forceful blow to his belly. The wind was knocked out of him, and he
fell on his ass, dick making a “shluck”ing sound as it slid out of Isaac’s
cock.
Before he had time to even process what happened to him, Johnny was slammed
into the ground by an immense weight. It was Isaac’s prick. Once again he had
thrust the pole at Johnny, and now the titanic dick was pinning him to the
ground. Max was standing beside Isaac, apparently having dismounted. RJ though
was still continuing their worship atop the dick, now using their mouth to lick
and suck on the sensitive coronal ridge, their weight serving to keep Johnny on
the ground.
“What was that you said?” Isaac’s tone was low and dangerous, “Did you just
call your dick big? Do you really think you’re big compared to  this? ” With
the last word he thrust savagely, his cock grinding against the majority of
Johnny’s body. The cockhead was directly above his own, a thick stream of pre
dribbling into this hair. He could see RJ right above him; they seemed
oblivious of Johnny’s plight, so lost in their task that nothing else mattered
but pleasing Isaac’s cock.
“I asked you a question, bitch.” Isaac was now rhythmically humping Johnny’s
body, taking long, slow strokes, the shaft and Johnny’s body so absolutely
coated in precum that it slid with ease. “N-no,” Johnny managed weakly, pride
destroyed.
“No what?”
“No, I-I don’t think I’m big compared to you.” His cheeks were as red as his
hair.
“That’s right. Compared to me, you’re nothing.” Isaac began thrusting harder.
Johnny’s cock was still erect, pinned to his belly; he was essentially frotting
with a dick 4 times his own. “Compared to me,  anybody’s  dick is nothing.”
RJ’s face was flushed and their skin totally caked in Isaac’s fluids, but they
loved it, loved every moment of it. As they continued their ministrations, the
massive dick underneath them burned hotter and hotter. They felt a strange
sensation from their overworked cock. “And guess what?”
Max was the first to see what was happening; as Isaac bragged and thrusted, his
cock was growing. Physically, visibly growing. “I’m just gonna keep getting
bigger.” Johnny was having trouble breathing, he could feel the cock atop him
growing heavier and heavier. His own dick felt weird, but it took him a second
to realize why. Normally his 8&½ inches reaches right above his bellybutton,
but he could feel the head sliding backwards, dragging over the skin of his
belly.
His heart leapt into his chest; as Isaac’s dickhead expanded further and
further beyond his own, Johnny’s cock was shrinking. He heard RJ gasp, “You’re-
you’re growing!!” Then they gasped again, “I-I’m shrinking!” Rather than
frighten them, as it did Johnny, RJ went into overdrive as it dawned on them
what was happened. “God! Yes!! Get bigger, and bigger!! I’d give you my whole
cock if it means you’ll get larger!” They humped the expanding cock furiously,
their shrinking balls tightening as they came for the third time, but the
orgasm was totally dry.
Isaac, egged on by RJ’s exhortations, pumped his hips even more thoroughly as
his cock began to rival the size of the entire body of the bully beneath it.
Johnny was despondent, although he could not move the dick atop him to look, he
could feel his cock dwindling away; it couldn’t have been even half its
original size now.
“Just getting-” Isaac was breathing heavily, “-So big. I don’t want it to ever
stop! Ugh! I’m gonna cum!” His balls, swelling massively between his legs, well
past the size of basketballs, tightened, their ponderous mass drawing up nearer
to his crotch as his dick gave a mighty throb and exploded. Johnny had thought
the volume of his precum had been impossible, but it was small change compared
to Isaac’s first wad. The jet of cum that blasted out the end of the
unbelievable cock was as thick as Johnny’s bicep, it arced elegantly through
the air, hitting the trees at the other edge of the copse with an audible
thwack. His cum had easily flown 20 or more feet.
And it just kept going. The first shot alone lasted multiple seconds. RJ was
going mad, desperately slurping and jerking the flesh of the dick that matched
them for height. Their own cock was barely a nub now with nothing but two dots
as testicles.
Isaac was practically catatonic as his orgasm continued, the second stream
following right on the tail of the first, almost equally strong. Johnny was
getting absolutely drenched as cum leaked down onto his face. Somehow, despite
the terror of the situation, he was still magnificently turned on.
Inadvertently, he swallowed massive amounts of the jizz, the musky, salty tang
filling his throat.
Isaac came near-continuously for well over 30 seconds, but finally after
multiple shots that drenched the forest floor, the orgasm began to wind down.
RJ drank the cum still pulsing heavily from the wide cumslit, wild with lust.
Finally, the cock jerked a final time, one final wave of jism splashing out,
instantly licked up by the frantic preteen atop the dick. Johnny was soaked.
There was cum everywhere on him. He felt stick, and deeply, deeply dirty.
Isaac lifted his dick off the redheaded bully. For the first time Johnny was
able to look down at himself. His dick was still hard. It was an inch long, if
that, practically hidden in his sparse (but growing) pubic hair. He could feel
tears welling up behind his eyes, but he forced them back. He had been
humiliated enough.
RJ was still kissing the monstrous dickhead. Despite the godly orgasm, Isaac’s
dick was still rockhard. RJ finally tore himself away, sliding off the side of
the cock, the drop to the ground now not at all negligible. “I gotta- I gotta
know how big it is now.” They grabbed the measuring tape, long since abandoned
on the ground.
Isaac was still panting, legs wobbly and head cloudy in post-orgasmic bliss. RJ
laid the tape atop the cum-slick shaft, face flushed and coated with slowly
drying semen. “Well, RJ. How big am I now?” There was unmistakable pride in the
way he asked.
Standing beside their best friend, who was only now picking himself up off the
ground, RJ read out the impossible number. “48 inches…..” Their hand trembled.
“Your dick is 4 feet long, Isaac.”
Isaac’s face was pure pride and joy. He looked at Johnny, who now stood
awkwardly by the end of his gigantic cock. “Well, Johnny-boy. We had a deal.
Whoever’s bigger fucks the other one.” He rubbed the root of his cock, the
shaft now as wide as his waist. “Get ready.”
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