My friend told me about it. We'd been besties for a decade – half our lives – and it was like overnight ... no, not like overnight, it *was* overnight. He'd gone from a stick like me to this muscular hunk I wanted to fuck the living daylights out of. We live together in a government-run apartment. One of those set up for transitioning from family life with parents to the workforce, and we were more than half-way through our four-year limit. The prospects for his future jobs exploded with his new size. Just like my dick wanted to in his hole.
He'd come home this morning and I nearly pressed the emergency alarm. He was easily a foot taller than me, but last night he'd been an inch shorter. He had the presence of mind to knock first: "Jay, I'm coming in. It's me, Kent."
I was confused why he was announcing himself but, seriously ... what entered was a truck of a man. We'd used to joke that he was a gingersnap, but now he was a gingerbear. It wasn't just his height: his muscles were bulging everywhere. His legs were practically as thick as my head, and every single muscle stood out as he walked through the door, the insanely small shorts showing tears throughout. His ass was literally the size of large melons, I thought they were fake. His torso was filled out with abs laid like fine masonry, topped by large pecs that were each crowned by juicy nipples – a physique that was all clear through his shirt. His arms were bigger around than my neck and corded with muscle as he turned to shut the door.
We'd both struggled to grow any hair other than on top of our head, which is why I had just the faintest wisps of a beard. It helped me look more like the adult I was. But Kent, his beard was thick and looked a week old, while I could see hair on his limbs and even peeking out from his now comically tight tank top, the sleeves that had been on his shirt clearly ripped off by some event, likely the insane growth of his arms.
I didn't know what to think after I got over my initial shock, then fear, then shock. He shifted anxiously, and finally he asked, "Do you like it?"
I stared with my mouth open. I think drool escaped onto the government-issued synthwood flooring.
He shifted more quickly from foot to foot, then he finally ventured, "Sorry man, I gotta get out of these shorts." He reached down and tried to peel them off, but the fabric shredded in his hands over his muscles. Then out popped the next surprise: A giant dick. We'd both been average before, about 4". Good enough for him, good enough for me, good enough for our random encounters, though his ass got more use than his dick.
I'd heard of some back-alley places, even in this colony in this back-asswards system. Places that claimed they could enhance your dick and make it bigger. Maybe even twice as large if you were really a good candidate. I'd heard of some that could enhance muscle, too. Or, maybe instead. I didn't believe the claims. But part of the claims were that they supposedly cost more than I'd made in a decade.
Kent's dick was longer than my forearm. It was thicker than my forearm, too. His balls were bigger than my ears. And his dick was only a tiny bit hard. I drooled more. His cock head leaked a little. This was probably going to come out of our deposit.
He was still looking at me, searching my face for any sign of acceptance. I ran my thin arm through my blonde hair. My eyes were level with his pecs. Pecs that heaved slightly with each breath he took, the striated muscle even showing through his shirt.
I laughed nervously. "Fuck."
Kent visibly relaxed, if only a little.
I looked him up and down. "Fuck. I mean ... fuck." I reached out a hand, my finger extended, and I pressed on his chest. It gave slightly, the red forest under his tank top pressing through the thin fabric into my finger tip. Kent flexed, maybe consciously, but probably not.
I reached my other hand up and squeezed his shoulder. When before my hand could cup his entire shoulder during a good doggy-style pounding, now I could barely get across the top. It felt solid. Not fake, but like real muscle. Real skin. He stepped back a moment and stripped his shirt off, struggling to get it over his head before it just shredded like his shorts. He tossed it on the floor. He looked at me, expectantly. Every muscle in his upper body had just given me a show.
I slowly walked around him once. Then again, touching. We'd hooked up before, so I was pretty familiar with his body. But this was ... this was different. Then I spotted it, it had been hidden in the pillow below his left ass cheek: His birthmark. It always reminded me of a bird. This planet didn't have any birds, but I'd ben told that the home planet did. I'd seen the holos. My hand caressed the birthmark, then moved up and felt his ass, prodding. He looked down and around to me and smiled. It was his same smile, and his eyes -- his eyes were still him.
"I don't understand." I came around to his front and finally grasped his penis.
He shuddered, his eyes fluttering, and the cock head burped out some precum. After a few moments, he regained his composure. "Come on, you've heard the rumors just as much as I. We jacked off to them together just last month."
I stepped back, my hand loosening its grip on his shaft but still remaining firmly in contact as I slid down its length. I clenched slightly on the flared head that had peaked out from the thick, heavy foreskin. The head was moist from its secretions. I couldn't help but smear the juices over the corona as I stared up at his deep, emerald eyes. "You mean ...?"
He smirked, his previous apprehension gone. "Yeah." He bounced his pecs once. I let out an involuntary moan.
"But I thought ... but, it's so expensive ..."
He smiled down on me. Actually down, he had to look down now, given our height difference. I kept smearing his precum over his dickhead, the smell starting to get to me and make me horny. I'm not sure I even knew I was doing it.
"You can't always believe everything you hear."
"Fuck."
"You wanna?"
"Wait-- what *did* you have to do? Nothing's free in this shithole planet."
"No, it's fine."
My eyes were glazing over as my dick grew to its full hardness, throbbing straight up through my thin pubes. It looked comically small next to his now. But that phrase broke me out of whatever this was.
"Dude. What.did.you.have.to.do?"
His gaze went down to the floor, the wall, the other wall, his shredded clothes, anywhere but me. Finally, he replied, "It's fine. I just had to promise them referrals."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. Maybe it was his body oozing sex, but my trepidation vanished. "You mean like some fucking pyramid scheme?"
He laughed nervously and held up his hands. "Yeah, you got me. Look, if I just refer a few guys to them and THEY pay, then it's fine."
"But what will it cost me? I mean, those guys?"
The glimmer came back to his eyes. "I don't know. He said the price was different for everyone. But you can always go and ask and then say 'no' if you don't want to."
I finally let go of his dick, though I practically had to force my hand. It didn't want to let go. And I'm a top. Pure, 100% fucker. I looked him up and down. It was everything I wanted. I sighed.
"Okay, do I get to try you out first?"
"Fuck yeah!" he yelled, then slapped his hands over his mouth. The neighbors didn't need to complain again about us. Not that we didn't hear noises coming from them all the time.
He ran to his bedroom, the thin mattress and cheap frame creaking as he belly-flopped face-down, presenting his lightly furred ruby cheeks to me. We were both already naked, so even though I forced myself to follow a little slowly to retain some semblance of dignity, my mouth was full of drool by the time I got there and buried my face in his crevasse.
Fucking hell, his asshole tasted like the best thing I'd ever tried. I slurped greedily as my salivary glands went into overdrive, lubricating his hole. The rest of him might have grown, but his pucker felt so fucking tight, which allayed my concern that my four inches wouldn't satisfy him anymore. I tested it, probing with my long tongue that was almost as long as my dick, and he moaned and tightened around it. I pulled my tongue back and breathlessly sighed, "Fuck!" He just moaned and reached a meaty hand back to pull one ass cheek away, giving me more access to his pucker.
Another minute and he gasped, "Stick it in! Please! Fucking hell, just stick it in!"
He'd never been this greedy, his voice sounding mindless, lost in lust. That was okay by me. He had the presence of mind to scoot closer, his cheeks bent deliciously over the side of the mattress. One good thing about the cheap bed frame: It was just the right height for me to fuck his hole while I was standing. I lined up and plunged in, prepared for his usual tightness.
I was not disappointed. Only this time, I felt extra squeezes all along my length, and he gasped each time he squeezed and each time my dick rubbed up against something – multiple, somethings – inside him. It was driving me crazy, and I'd only been in for less than a minute. He was humping me like his life depended on it, but I froze: I didn't want to cum so soon.
But, something came over him, it was like he had this new frenzy about him. He squeezed and I swore it was like ripples squeezing down my shaft and trying to milk me into his hole. I scrunched up my face and tried to yell, "Stop!" but it was too late. I started to thrust like a jackhammer and sprayed one of the biggest loads of my life into his hole.
Spent, I collapsed on top of him, my dick slowly deflating and pulling out of his tight rosebud. His back forming a firm yet comfortable mattress beneath my spent body. I fell asleep, my slight sheen of sweat mixing with his, a tiny trickle of my load leaking out of his used hole.
Author's Post-Script: Long time gone, I had lots of travel and got COVID. I've also been working on my less-sex-is-in-the-stories at GayAuthors [dot] org under "astroguy." I've stopped posting those here because this sites isn't really made for those kinds of stories. This was also inspired by some AI-generated images; you can check those out [have to be blurred a bit] on my Patreon page.
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