"It's really you, isn't it?" I said, hugging him into me and breathing deeply into the hair at the top of his head, drinking in that intoxicating scent he always gave off. The energy of my body soaked into him like rain into parched earth. It really was Ash. I couldn't believe I'd found him after all this time.
Over six years ago Ash's family had moved away from our hometown, three provinces away to a remote forestry town, and I never saw him again. Until then we'd been best friends. I was drawn to him in a way I never really understood. Even when we were six years old I felt it. It was like there was some kind of gravity between us, like the earth and the moon. But just a few months before Ash left town, something else happened to me that I couldn't explain.
I was closing in on twelve years old, but I looked more like an athletic high school kid. I was always tall and husky for my age. I always figured it just came from working so hard on the farm. Then one warm spring night I had the sexiest of dreams. I don't even really remember the content of it, I just remember it was hot as fuck. And when I woke up I had splooged all over myself. Big deal, right? Maybe a little early for a young guy, but nothing remarkable? Wrong!
First of all, I was practically drowning in the stuff! There was so much of it I was worried that my mattress would smell like it forever. And that was the second thing. It smelled so strong! And not completely awful either. I found myself sucking in the scent like it was roast chicken dinner. But it didn't smell like chicken. It smelled like pure sex. Like, if sex had a scent, this was it. I cracked a window.
But everything smelled more after that morning. Everyone, too. After a few weeks of adjusting to my newly enhanced nose, I could walk into a room with my eyes closed, take a deep breath, and tell you exactly who was there. Sometimes, depending on the person and the wind, I could smell someone from across the school's sports fields! But let's go back to me in my room for a bit.
There I was, soaked in my own seed, my hard penis looking up at me and twitching like it was ready to blow again any second. I knew what had happened. I mean, I'd taken sex ed. I'd had "the talk" with my dad. I just didn't know the first time would be this... explosive!
I stripped my bed and immediately vowed to never sleep naked again.
"I wonder what mom will think if I suddenly start doing my own laundry," I asked myself.
Once the mess was under control I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and did a double take. I looked... great. Of course, I was also glazed with drying semen from my collarbone to my crotch but I looked... really good. Like I said earlier, I was always an athletic kid, but that morning it seemed like my abs were harder, my arms a bit bigger, my shoulders a touch wider. I definitely didn't look like your typical twelve-year-old. I looked more like a sixteen-year-old who'd recently discovered a passion for weightlifting. I brought my arms up and flexed them.
"Wow..." I said softly to myself.
My hard penis was still tapping a steady rhythm against my lower abs. Even it looked bigger. Then, gazing at the flexing, young Adonis in the mirror, I felt a surge of energy in my crotch, a pressure build at the base of my cock, and then suddenly--
"Auuughhhh!"
I groaned and I orgasmed, shooting ropes of thick, white semen up onto my reflection and down onto the floor!
I collapsed back onto my bed and wrapped my spasming penis in my already inseminated bed sheets to try and catch anything else that might escape. My mind was on fire. Half of me what asking, "What the fuck is happening to me!?" And the other half didn't care. Waves of erotic pleasure washed over me unlike anything I'd ever felt before or even dreamed of. I would later learn that orgasms are not normally this amazing for guys, or as plentiful. Eventually I would also learn that I was far from normal.
As the days went by I felt this... energy building inside of me. It was like I was on a constant sugar buzz, but it felt better than that. It felt deeper and more sustaining, like some fire had been lit inside of me. And it was spreading. Then there was Ash.
I'd always felt a connection to my best friend Ash. But the first time I saw him after that first cum-soaked morning I felt drawn to him in a whole different way. And suddenly he smelled nice. Really nice. I remember asking him if he had started wearing cologne or something. He hadn't. It was him, this intoxicating scent that went right to my crotch when I breathed it in. More than that there was now this intangible connection. I could feel energy flowing between us, especially when we were physically close to each other. It was like being with Ash was this huge outlet, like he kept me from overheating or something.
I was working myself up to telling Ash about all these changes that were happening to me. Then we found out that he'd be moving away in just a few weeks. When Ash left we tried to stay in touch, but phone calls and emails just seemed... inadequate. Every call and every email just reminded me that I'd probably never see him again, never hold him again. I think he felt the same way. So the calls became less frequent. Then one year our birthdays came and went and we didn't hear from each other. That's when I felt like it was really over. And Ash was the only person in my life I would even have considered confiding in about all the weird (and awesome!) stuff happening to me in those years. My parents were nice and everything, but if it turned out that I was a freak or something, I didn't want them freaking out.
Fast forward to high school. By the time I was fifteen years old I was six-foot-two and looked like a junior bodybuilder. I was also highly sought after by all the coaches to play on the school teams. And I must admit, being that physically active really helped. So did access to the school's weight room. By that age I woke up every morning with this mildly itchy feeling deep inside my muscles that didn't go away until I'd pounded out a hundred push-ups or gone as heavy as I could on a squat rack for a few dozen reps. I also ate like a horse. Thank goodness my parents were always willing to pay the grocery bill no matter how high it got.
Around this time I also discovered that I was attracted to both girls and guys. Hell, I was attracted to anyone and everything! I was so freaking horny that I felt like I could be fucking 24/7 for days and still not feel satisfied. But I had found a strategy for not getting sexual too early, and for not inseminating my sheets while I slept too often. Masturbating. A lot of masturbating. I know what you're thinking. So what? Right? All teenage guys masturbate a lot. And they do. But do most teenage guys blow their loads ten or twelve times a day? I did. I'd pump out a load in the shower each morning, four or five times a day between classes at school, and I'd elect to do as much solo work around the farm as I possibly could in the evenings so that I could open my fly and shoot a load in the fields, behind some shrubs, at the back of the barn, wherever. And we're not talking little squirts, either. One weekend my parents left town and I decided to see exactly how much cream my balls could produce in a day, just to see precisely how freaky I was. By the time I went to bed I'd filled a half-litre jar with my spunk. And I didn't even feel like I was done! And this was necessary. If I didn't masturbate that much I'd have looked like even more of a freak. Why? Because of my penis.
At the fresh age of fifteen I had already grown a truly industrial-sized toolbox at my crotch. Not just my cock either. Comparing my testicles to the other guys around me in the locker room at school, I had to have been two or even three times as big as most of them. That and my balls swelled right along with my cock whenever I got turned on. I would later discover that this was not normal either.
Rumours about my size were whispered among all the guys at school. I was secretly the envy of every guy there, teachers included. So when my cock got hard it was super visible no matter what pants I was wearing. In the cold weather I could wear oversized shirts and sweaters that covered my crotch when I got boned. That would buy me some time, but not much. Pretty soon after I would get hard my cock would start leaking copious amount of precum. So if I didn't want my crotch looking like a glazed doughnut, whenever I got hard, I had to find a washroom, or a secluded stand of trees, or anything.
By the time I was sixteen my penis was a little more controllable and not quite so hyperactive. But I was still super horny all the time. So I decided it was time to find some relief other than my own hands. Yeah, I needed both hands.
The first time I actually had sex was amazing. Me and Julia Richardson on an air mattress and some blankets in the back of her dad's pickup truck parked on an abandoned lane off a country sideroad. Even with a condom on, sinking my thick, hard cock into her warm, willing body felt so fulfilling, like I was finally meeting a demand my body had been making for years. She must've enjoyed it too. The blankets were soaked with her sex juice by the time we finished. When I pulled out the tip of the condom looked like a small water balloon. I tied it up and tossed it into the bush without letting her see it. And Julia was just the first.
Once word got around that Jimmy --horse-hung, muscular young Jimmy-- was open for business, there was no shortage of ladies in town willing to spread their legs for me and provide some much appreciated relief in exchange for a few mind-shattering orgasms. But Taber was still a pretty small town. After a few months of non-stop man-whoring I began to fear that it would get back to my parents how many condoms I was buying at the drugstore. It never did. But then, at the start of my last year of high school, I had another problem.
I got invited to a "welcome back" party at Bryce Lochheed's house. I had just turned seventeen a month ago and I was there with all the popular jocks from school and basically every gorgeous teenage girl in town. I counted eight girls there that I'd boned in the past year and three that I was still boning regularly. Yup. I was a whore. And you know what? It felt really good!
I was seated on the back deck with Bryce and four other guys, sipping beers and shooting the shit. I looked around at the other guys. They were all super hot, athletic studs who'd been doing their best to get bulked and ripped by the time school started again. But then there was me. By that point my body was well beyond what any normal guy would achieve by the age of seventeen. I was six-foot-three and over 200 pounds of rock solid beef. My biceps stretched the tape at 18 inches and they were well showcased in the cobalt blue tank top I'd chosen for the party. You might think that a tank top and jeans would've meant I was under dressed for a party, but honestly it was practical. Whenever I went to a party someone would ask me to flex about every hour on the hour anyway. I figured I may as well give the people what they wanted.
By the evening everyone at the party was pretty buzzed and getting friendly with each other around the pool. I had changed into a pair of swimming trunks, putting even more of my god-like physique on display, and was making out with Angela Cormier against the wall of the pool shed. Man, she was beautiful!
She was wearing an emerald green bikini that night and boy did she ever fill it out nicely. Her chest was pressed against mine as he ground into me, sandwiching me against the side of the pool shed, rolling her hips against my crotch. My one hand was in her thick, brown hair that fell all the way down her back. My other grabbed gently at her butt. Her skin was so smooth. She was tall, too, for a girl. About five-foot-eleven. Of course my cock was extending all the way to the hem of my shorts and leaking lube all over my inner thigh. Both she and I were kinda buzzed on beers by then. Angela broke the kiss and smiled at me. Then she took me by the hand and led me into the bushes next to Bryce's property. We found a little clearing amidst the trees that was far enough away from the party to provide some privacy, but not so far as to be totally dark. We made out for a bit there. Then Angela started pawing at my crotch.
"Holy crap, Jimmy!" she said, smiling up at me, her eyes wide. "I heard you were big, but... damn!" I was horny beyond description. Every cell in my body was ready to fuck and I felt energized beyond anything that I ever felt during sports, at the gym, anything. In a flash the two of us were buck naked, our bodies pressed up against each other as we made out.
"I don't have any condoms," I said weakly.
"I'm on the pill," she replied.
That was all I needed to hear. She wrapped one arm around my neck and used her other hand to stick the tip of my cock inside her pussy. We both groaned like mating animals. She was tight, anyone would be around my monster, but we were both leaking lube like mad. Pretty soon I was balls deep inside of her, but every inch that went in I swear she was about to black out in bliss. I was feeling pretty amazing too. For a whole year at that point I thought that sex with condoms was the greatest. I knew nothing! I was barely moving inside of her when my cock went electric and blew a load so hard I thought it was gonna explode.
My head flew back and I groaned so loud I was sure they heard us back at the party. Then I looked back at Angela. She had this look on her face like, "Oh... I guess that's it, then?" I answered her unvoiced question but picking her up and thrusting myself like a piston. I was no where near done! She moaned at the sky and jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around me. I just picked up the pace even more, bouncing her on my cock like I was a piece of playground equipment. Pretty soon her junk clenched and I felt her basement flood, too.
We fucked in just about every position we could without a bed or something to lie down on. Each of us must've came about six times before we were just exhausted, both of us covered in our combined sex juices from the crotch on down.
"Fuck..." I sighed, looking down at my soft, heavy cock glazed with our combined sex juices. "How the hell are we supposed to go back to the party like this?"
Angela gathered up our swimming clothes and said, "Follow me."
Evidently she knew Bryce's property much better than I did. In the opposite direction of the party a small stream snaked its way between Bryce and his neighbours. It was no more than knee-deep but it was enough to get us looking at least semi-presentable before returning to our friends. Walking back I couldn't help but smirk as I noticed Angela was walking a little bow-legged. It wasn't until the next morning that I started freaking out.
Angela wasn't lying, she was on the pill. But still. I must've shot enough spunk inside her to knock up a dozen girls. Three weeks later her period was late. Then we were both freaking out. For two whole weeks it was heavy, life-altering "What do we do?" talk with each other, putting off saying anything to our parents or anyone for as long as we possibly could.
Then, one night just after midnight I got a call from her.
"It's okay, Jimmy. I... I finally got it. I'm not pregnant anymore."
"You mean... you finally got your period."
Silence.
"Yeah, Jimmy. I finally got my period."
To this day I'm not one-hundred-percent sure that what Angela "got" was her period and not an abortion. Back then I was too chicken-shit scared to question her any further about it either. I also decided that it might be best for me to keep my freakishly potent peen away from females for a while.
For months after that scare I didn't have sex of any kind with anyone at all and it was back to pumping out a quart of cream a couple times a week with my own hands. By the time the snow started to fall I relaxed a little and decided to start seeking out some playmates again. I never specifically started seeking out dudes. It was like they were drawn to me. I mean, I would've loved fucking around with girls again, too, but the thing is... girls always wanted to take it too far. No matter how clear I made it that full sex was off the table, they wanted me to stick it in them anyway. Some of them got really catty when I kept saying no. I would quickly discover that sex with guys wasn't only safer, it was easier and more fun. I just had to work up the courage to do it.
One morning later that week I woke up fully boned having blown a load inside my sweatpants. Sweatpants were the only thing I could wear to bed that would soak up my loads if I happened to blow one in my sleep. I looked down at the throbbing nine-inch log beneath the soaked fabric, looking like it was going to blow again any second, and said to myself,
"That's it. Before the week is out, I'm finding myself a dude to work this out with."
It was time to end my self-imposed abstinence. But it didn't take until the end of the day.
Girls had been flocking to me for years at that point. A couple of times I was the cause of a pretty fierce cat fight. I soon found that getting with a guy was just as easy for me. All I had to do was make the first moves.
At lunch I was sitting and eating in the cafeteria with a bunch of the guys on the hockey team, just laughing and shooting the shit. I noticed this guy checking me out from across the room. He was short, skinny, freckle-faced with short spiky brown hair. I didn't know his name. I think he was a year younger than me. He was talking with a bunch of his friends, most of them girls, and kept tossing looks and smiles my way. I locked eyes with him, returned the smile, and nodded in his direction. He smiled, gave me a little wave, blushed, and returned to talking with his friends. By the time I was done eating the cutie across the cafeteria was alone, so I decided to go up and introduce myself. Pretty soon we were walking out of the cafeteria together in search of some privacy. Across the street was this plaza with a coffee shop. Behind that was a decently sized park with a thick stand of evergreens. Perfect. The cutie's name was Aaron.
By now there was a small covering of snow on the ground and things looked pretty abandoned, but it wasn't that cold, just hovering around zero. Aaron led us through the evergreens in a way that suggested he'd been here before. We pushed our way inside until we felt like we had enough privacy. A carpet of damp pine needles covered the floor. The air smelled of cedar boughs. Aaron stood on a log so we could makeout better. I pressed his body into mine. My cock quickly went to full mast and started pulsating down one leg of my jeans. I could feel the precum rising up from my balls and knew that I would have to release the beast soon or risk having my clothes ruined for the rest of the day. Aaron came to the rescue before I even needed to say anything.
He grabbed at my crotch and exclaimed, "Holy shit!"
Aaron looked at me wide-eyed as he stroked the length of my cock through my pants.
"Your fault," I said, tenting my eyebrows at him and smiling. "What're you gonna do about it?"
He jumped down from his log and immediately started undoing my pants to get at my junk. He tugged my jeans and boxers down, struggling a little due to the fact that my ass and thighs are so thick, but soon out sprang my monster, grazing his chin as it swung skyward. Aaron had a big smile on his face. He looked up at me in a second of disbelief and then quickly went to work, grabbing the base of my cock with his tiny hands and sucking the bulbous, leaking head into his mouth. My head fell back and I moaned.
"Awwwwwe, yes..." escaped my lips. I needed this.
I felt my balls start to swell and pack themselves with seed. After a couple of minutes it felt like I had two billiard balls hanging at the base of my cock. My lube was flowing so liberally that Aaron was gulping it down and it still ran down his chin, falling onto the snowy pine needle carpet beneath us. He looked up at me as he hoovered my dick, his eyes wide, his lips puffy and plump around my pulsating manhood, his cheeks red and glowing.
I felt this energy build in my crotch and then expand until my whole body felt like it was charged with electricity or something. I got super hot and started to sweat.
"Hang on a second," I said to Aaron.
He stopped as I took off my jacket and sweater, carefully hanging them on a nearby branch.
"Oh, wow..." Aaron gasped as he sat back on his heels beneath me, grinning like he'd won the lottery.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, it's just.... I mean, I knew you were probably built like a truck under those clothes, but... dang! You've gotta be the strongest guy I've ever laid eyes on!"
"Might be, bro!" I said, smiling and flexing my torso for the admirer at my feet. His eyes went even wider.
"Why don't you join me?" I asked.
He nodded as if mesmerized and also removed his jacket and sweater. Aaron was pretty ripped himself. He was small, but he had a killer set of abs, not just ripped but pretty thick, too. He must've worked on them. He also had v-lines that pointed enticingly toward a bulging crotch. My mouth watered. It was my turn to get down on my knees.
I opened Aaron's jeans and out sprang a respectable six-inch prick so hard it was vibrating. I grabbed onto Aaron's firm, grapefruit-sized ass cheeks with my hands and immediately sucked his whole dick down my throat. He let out this moan that they must've heard back at the school. Then he fell onto me, his hands clawing at my brawny shoulders as I sucked. His hips started thrusting and crashing into my face like they were on auto-pilot or something. Then I explored his ass with my hands and started pushing on the ring of his ass with one of my fingers. That was all she wrote. He moaned again and shot his load down my throat. Meanwhile, my dick had been leaking an absolute puddle onto the forest floor beneath us.
I stood up, panting, muscles bulging, jeans around my ankles, and dribble of Aaron's seed on my chin. Steam rose off my bulky body like an aura of sex. Streams of lube ran down the length of my huge prick. By now my balls must've been the size of a couple juicy oranges and they screamed one command up to my brain: BREED!
Aaron was panting just as hard as I was, looking up at me like I was a god fallen to earth. I didn't need to say anything. My eyes said it for me. Aaron turned around and bent over, putting his hands on his knees, presenting his smooth, tight twink pussy to me, the ring of his ass twitching and puckering open and closed as if begging to be filled by my cock. I wasted no time. I immediately wrapped myself around him, nestling my cock between his buns and plastering his back onto the front of my body. I felt my warmth and energy soak into his flesh and took a deep whiff of this strong, sweet scent coming off of him. Something about that scent went straight to my crotch because I felt a huge glob of lube pump its way up from my balls, through my shaft, and out the tip of my cock, thoroughly preparing the twink beneath me for the dicking he was about to receive. It almost felt like I was cumming. Actually, it did feel like I was cumming. As the lube poured out of my cock it was like a long, slow orgasm.
"Ooooohhhh, please, Jimmy," Aaron whimpered. "Give it to me. Please, give it to me."
I needed no further encouragement. Aaron's firm buns were already glazed with my juices and looked like polished marble as I positioned the head of my cock at his puckering pussy. I pulsed out one more big glob of lube, and pushed inside. We both moaned like a couple of stags as his pussy clamped tightly around the throbbing head of my prick. Then it felt like my prostate went into overdrive forcing glob after glob of lube up my shaft and out the tip of my cock as I slowly pushed myself inside of Aaron.
He moaned so much I was afraid someone would hear us, so I clamped my hand down on his mouth as I entered him, inch by inch.
When I was about halfway buried inside of this sweet, little twink Aaron thrashed and his cock exploded again, spraying the forest floor with his seed. The smell of his spunk stabbed into my brain and I got hornier than I ever thought possible. I shoved the rest of my cock home and started fucking like my life depended on it. Aaron's taunt little body bounced around like crazy, but I held him firmly, my biceps bulging against his ribs and abdomen. A circle of snow around us had melted as the intense heat of our bonding radiated out from our bodies.
After a few minutes --that felt like hours-- my hefty balls jumped, my cock got even harder, and I roared as my seed rushed out of me and into Aaron's willing pussy. There was sooooo much of it! A small part of my brain was worried that I'd burst Aaron like an overfilled waterballoon, but he seemed to be in no pain at all. In fact, it seemed like he'd passed out in ecstasy. His body going completely limp for a few seconds before he came to.
"Oh, Jimmy..." he cooed as I continued to breed him. "I can feel it. I can feel your seed shooting inside of me. It's so... hot!"
I kissed gently as his neck and shoulders as my seed continued to pulse into him. When the flow of semen subsided and my dick started to soften I slowly pulled out of Aaron. I expected cum to fall out of his loosened pussy like water out of the mouth of a cave, but to my surprise it tightened right up, like it didn't want to lose a single drop. Aaron stood up and turned around, smiling and sweaty, and crashed into me. We embraced in a long, sweaty hug. I massaged his back and kissed the top of his head as we stood there, panting and recovering, naked from the ankle up. Steam rose from our bodies the the centre of a circle of melted snow. We were both very late for our next class.
For the rest of that school year Aaron and I were best friends, best friends who fucked like rabbits. In a way the bond we'd formed felt deeper than friends. It was like sex had connected us on a level that we didn't know was possible. As grateful as Aaron was for our relationship, I was more so. If it weren't for him, I think my balls would've exploded. The release he provided for me was more than physical, it felt... energetic somehow.
Of course, Aaron was a year behind me and still stuck in high school. But here was Ash! After all these years the boy I loved before I knew what love felt like was standing right in front of me. And fuck did he ever grow up good!
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