By Josef Howard
Most young men today can’t remember a time when the lives of gay men weren’t touched by the virus. So much of our lives has changed over the last twenty years. It is even hard for men my age to remember what things were like back then. Maybe I’m getting a little too nostalgic now that I’m forty, but I think it is important that someone take time out to record the history of our experience with the virus, and describe how it transformed everyone of us.
No one knows exactly where the virus originated. Some say it developed among African primates. Some say the government developed it to wipe out homosexuals – but if that is so the weapon sure backfired! Although I would like to be more scholarly in my approach to recording history, so little is known about the virus’s origin that I have to begin my story on a personal level, because my personal history with it is all I can be sure of.
I came out in 1980. In June of that year I moved to San Francisco, and at the end of that month I also attended my first Gay Pride parade. (Maybe some of you remember the first time you stood among masses of bare-chested men, knowing that everyone of the thousands around you had the same sexual desires you had. For a few hours, for the first time in your life, you could stop feeling like a freak of nature. You were just like every other man in the crowd. You were with your own people. You were home. It can turn your sense of reality inside out.) That was also the summer the virus first touched my life.
Like everyone else I know that has been infected, it is hard for me to pinpoint the exact contact that infected me, because the effects of the virus are too slow at first, and I had sex with so many beautiful men that summer. I can only guess, but I have come to believe it was the first man I met at the gym.
I had started working out the summer before at my hometown Y. In three months I had gained about ten pounds. My arms had started to stretch my T-shirt sleeves, and my pants had gotten a little loose inside the waistband. That initial progress revved me up. Even though I was still no Hercules, I could turn a few heads when I walked by. It was all new to me, this attention for physical accomplishment. I had never been involved in sports when I was growing up. My father died with I was three. There weren’t any adults around to play catch with. Grade school gym class was a Kafka-esque experience for me, participating in games where everyone else knew what to do and thought I was stupid for not knowing the rules. For once I had the admiration of other guys, and I liked it. During the winter my studies got in the way of the gym, but after graduation I was determined to get back to it.
My meeting with Frank was on my first visit to a gym in San Francisco. It was a gay gym, but I didn’t know that at the time. It was just the gym closest to my apartment. I had just finished my workout. I had pulled off my lifting gloves and was getting ready to open my locker. As I set down my workout gloves, I sensed motion beside me. I turned and my eyes locked on the face of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
“This your locker?” he asked. His electric blue eyes fixed on mine. He was taller than me. I’m a little over six feet, but he was about 6’ 4”.
His voice seemed to release my eyes from his.
“Yes,” I answered.
As my gaze dropped, it stopped abruptly on his astounding chest.
“Mine’s right next to it.” he said.
As he looked me over, I watched the front of his towel, which was wrapped modestly around his thin, tightly muscled waist, rise an inch. “Do you mind if I pull my things out?” he asked.
“No,” I gulped, but he only meant the clothes in his locker. I stood back as he opened his padlock. The thick muscles of his triceps twitched as he spun the dial on his combination lock. He pulled the lock out and lifted the latch, then loosened his towel and let it fall at his feet.
As he removed his clothes from the locker and set them on the bench, he turned toward me. His dick was bobbing, half-hard in my direction, and even though I was on the other side of the bench, it was long enough to half bridge the distance between us.
“Excuse me,” he said, acknowledging his erection. “I can’t help but be a little extra expressive when I see someone I like.”
My own dick easily stretched an inch inside my gym shorts at his comment, but I was too shy back then to say anything. I fumbled with my lock, missing the last number twice before I got it open. I took off my T-shirt and shrugged out of my trunks with my back to him. I hoped, for modesty’s sake, that realizing we were standing in a public place would steal a little of the spring from my erection before I had to turn around and look at him again on my way to the shower.
Then I saw him sitting there on the bench, his thick rope-like dick almost overflowing his jockey shorts, his stone hard abs perfectly folded atop one another under a thin light wash of black fur. I saw his lats widening like the neck of a cobra from that tight, flat waist. I saw the deep cross striations on his pecs near the top of his sternum. I saw his huge, round shoulders. His biceps bulged like cantaloupes even with his arms relaxed at this side. My dick sprang straight up towards my navel.
His eyes went cross-eyed as he looked at it. He grinned. I grabbed my towel and went to hide in the steam room until it relaxed enough for me to stand in the shower without feeling too self conscious.
I cursed myself for running away from him. How many chances do you get to meet a god like him, even in San Francisco where there were men on every corner making friendly with you? And he was obviously interested in me too, although I couldn’t fathom why.
Outside the gym, however I had my second chance. Over my shoulder as I began to walk up the street to my car I heard his deep baritone.
“I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself.”
I turned around.
A half a head above me he towered, and now that he was completely dressed I could finally focus my attention on his face. It was easily as distracting as his body had been. He had thick, limp, coal-black hair that curled ever so slightly at the tops of his ears and cocoa brown skin, moistened by shower steam. His tall, square jaw was darkened by dark beard stubble. When his thin lips parted, then widened into a grin, as I continued to stare, ignoring his question, they revealed perfect pearl-white teeth.
“I’m Frank,” he said, as he offered his hand.
“Dick.” I held it as he shook both our hands.
“Do you have dinner plans?” he asked.
If I had had any, I couldn’t have remembered them then.
He had a motorcycle parked in the vacant lot next to the gym. I forgot my long-standing fear of riding them in the private thrill of clinging to his impossibly broad back while he all but ignored me as he navigated the traffic.
Inside the door of his apartment he shed his tautly stretched pullover in an instant and pulled my shirt tails out of my pants. He worked his ham-like hands up my front to my pecs, and rubbed my nipples with his thick fingers. He leaned forward and we kissed. As his tongue entwined with mine, I heard a slow r-r-i-i-p and looked down. His dick had torn free of his jeans. Thicker than my wrist and longer than a foot, it rubbed against the bottom of my chest. He breathed heavily, uncontrollably in my ear as he pulled off my pants. As our lips locked again, he reached his hands under my bottom and lifted me up over the tip of his cock. His fingers pulled at my hole, spreading me as wide as he could.
As the bulbous head of his dick slide inside me I felt hotter than I had ever felt before in my life. My own cock was so hard now it was practically blue. When he passed my prostate I leaned back as far as his arms would allow and shot off like a rocket. After my third volley when I could see straight again, he smiled at me and said, “I must be making a good first impression.”
He bit his lower lip and lowered me down further on his cock. My sphincter involuntarily clamped tight, and a blood rush flushed my face. I tightened my thighs around his rock hard waist and pushed myself down on him, hard. His eyes went glassy a moment, his jaw slackened, and his grip on my ass loosened as he sighed heavily. He regained his footing. He began to suck on my tongue, while holding me up with his hands and pulling himself in and out of my ass. I hadn’t softened a bit after cumming, and each thrust of his dick was sending jolts of erotic electricity through my groin. After a few minutes we both began to lose focus. All that we felt was the exquisite pleasure of silky moist hot skin on skin. We hung suspended in an erotic trance at the very edge of release reluctant to fall over. Then he broke our kiss, pulled up high enough to release all but the tip of him from my ass, and engulfed my prick in his hot mouth. I convulsed and fired cum in his throat. With my dick still shooting, he plunged his dick to the hilt and screamed as he unloaded inside me. After the first shot, he dropped slowly to his knees and laid me on my back as he emptied himself inside me for several more minutes.
We were both sweaty and weak when we untangled. I lowered my legs and rubbed my thigh against his enormous dick, which was still hard, although slick with what must have been a quart of his cum.
“That was incredible,” he panted. “I tell you, I’ve been so horny lately I haven’t been able to work. All I’ve done is eat, sleep, go to the gym and fuck.”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of that going around,” I said with a grin. It was San Francisco in 1980, after all. Lots of people moved here, fell into the scene and dropped out of a regular life.
And then he said something I thought was strange at the time, but began to make sense in the months that followed. “Well if there isn’t, there sure will be.”
We never did have dinner, but we got ourselves off several more times that night. We exchanged numbers in the morning before I left, but he never returned my calls. Once or twice I went out of my way to walk by the outside of his apartment and look up wistfully at his window. I thought of ringing his door bell, but I was afraid he’d think I was a pest. Weeks passed. Eventually I reluctantly wrote him off.
Meanwhile I hit an incredible stride at the gym. By Labor Day I had gained twenty pounds and lost the last of the thin coat of fat over my abs. The bigger I got, the more looks I got. The stares became addictive, not to mention the sex. I began to go out almost every night of the week after work. But even after a night of dick numbing sex I was still horny the next day by mid morning.
By the end of the year I broke 220. I was still not nearly as big as Frank, but I looked bigger than a lot of the guys in the muscle magazines of the time. I even thought my dick looked bigger, which was strange, because the old saw was that your dick started looking smaller when you added bulk.
I didn’t try to analyze it too much. I was just enjoying it all: the feeling of lifting three and four times the weight I could handle just a few months earlier; and the incredible sex with guys who wouldn’t even have given me the time of day when I first arrived in the City. I didn’t think anything of it until the day I first heard the voice.
I was getting dressed for another night out. I had just pulled on a T-shirt, which admittedly was getting a bit too tight. I was standing in front of the closet door mirror enjoying the way the T-shirt stretched tightly over my bulging pecs, and the way my biceps pulled it almost to the bursting point. I tightened my torso into a “most muscular” and grinned.
“This is only the beginning.”
It was the kind of thing a more cocky man might have said to himself, but it wasn’t me that said it. It wasn’t even audible, really. It came from inside my head.
I felt my arms rise up, almost float, and twist involuntarily into a double-biceps. My eyes popped wide. The peak of my biceps swelled to now familiar proportions, then a fraction of an inch further, and firmer. The flexation relaxed an instant, then grew more intense. My arms bulged an extra inch in front of my eyes. The seam of my T-shirt arms ripped.
I dropped my arms to my side, but my fists set themselves on my waist, my elbows bent forward and my lats spread wide. The sides of my T-shirt tore to shreds.
“Not bad, eh? For someone who was always picked last when they chose teams back in high school gym class? But we wouldn’t want our chest and arms out of proportion to the rest of our body would we?”
My thighs tensed and expanded. I heard another rip and the sides of my jeans were wide open down to my ankles. My eyes raked up the outward sweep of my new thicker thighs to my groin. My dick was so hard it was practically tenting the tight denim. In the intensity of my muscular convulsions I had broken out in a sweat. The wet remnants of my T-shirt were clinging to my stone tight abs and the under side of the ridge my pecs made at my sternum. Then my eyes met my mirror eyes and my jaw dropped. My face had changed too. My eyes were set deeper under the ridge of my brow. My cheekbones were larger. My jaw was huge. My knees weakened at the whole experience, my dick convulsed and I gushed inside my pants. After the first spasm I tore open my fly and pumped it to several more garden-hose-force squirts, while I ripped off the rest of my T-shirt.
When the orgasms stopped, I might have felt ridiculous standing in front of a cum soaked mirror in a pile of tattered clothing, my own body dripping with cum, my chest, my arms, not to mention my hands. But it is hard to feel ridiculous when you’re still sporting a stiffy, and during the commotion it had become an enormous one at that. Easily nine inches long, with balls the size of tennis balls.
I walked (wattled really with my newly enlarged thighs rotating a bit around each other) into the bathroom to clean up a bit. As I wiped off my face with a towel I stepped on the scale. The numbers flew by the window and it settled on 235. I had grown over fifteen pounds in less than ten minutes!
I peered into the shaving mirror at the face of what I had become and rubbed the stubble on my sizeable jaw.
“No, not bad at all,” the voice said. “I’d say we’re ready to go out now.”
“Who are you?” I said to the empty room.
“Think of me as a kind of friendly demon,” it said in my head.
I definitely didn’t have T-shirts the size I was now, but that was okay. I was charged at even the thought of leaving the house showing the world this bare chest. I found a pair of painters pants I wore a couple times at dance clubs that barely fit over my thighs and calves and went out into the night.
As horny as I was still feeling, I couldn’t stand the thought of standing around in a bar making small talk, even for the few minutes it would take me, looking like this, to interest a taker. And in the mood I was in I sure as hell needed more than just one man to satisfy me, or even two. My best option was the baths.
The attendant at the counter could hardly check me in for staring at my face, my chest and my arms. When he wasn’t looking, I grinned from ear to ear. This was going to be a night to remember. I stuffed my pants in my locker. I didn’t even bother with a towel. Who would, looking and feeling the way I did?
My dick had softened a bit on the walk to the baths, but now it was hard as stone again and reaching higher with every step, till it was scraping against my navel as I walked down the hall. Two or three men walking towards me stopped as I reached them and just stared at my dick. I stopped. One of them, a tightly muscular black man with a dick the size of mine reached out and grabbed my hard-on. Another of them, a man with dense fur on his pecs and hardly anywhere else, knelt in front of me and pulled my dick down to his lips. As he dragged his wet lips over my cock head, the black man entangled his tongue with mine and rubbed the underside of my pec. I sucked on his tongue as I pulled the man working on my dick closer, shoving the first five inches into his mouth. I worked it into a downward angle, pushed him lower, tilted his head upward and drove it the rest of the way down his throat. As he applied exquisite suction all along my shaft, a third man sucked on one of my balls and a fourth stood behind me and fingered my anus. When his finger slipped past my prostate, my eyes clenched and saw stars as I shot down the second one’s throat.
When I opened my eyes I saw that a audience had begun to form around us. I couldn’t have been happier. I was just beginning and I was going to need all the attention I could get. My dick didn’t soften for an instant. A short blond man with biceps, shoulders as big as mine stood in front of me. His own huge dick, made to seem even more outrageously large by his relative stature, stood straight up. As I rubbed my hands over his huge shoulders and hard pecs, the black man who had been fingering my ass knelt between us and drew my stone hard dick into his mouth. As he made slurping sounds around it, I leaned down to the blond man’s face and entwined my tongue with his. As my lips locked with his, I felt a sexual jolt from the tip of my tongue to the tips of my toes. Energy flowed between us as though we were opposite poles of some sexual battery. My dick overflowed again, rewarding my man fellating it before he had really begun. The blond man spurted too, like a geyser erupting on both of our chests and necks, without anyone touching his cock.
The frenzy continued even after we stopped ejaculating. Without breaking our lip lock, I eased the blond to the floor on his back, placed his legs on my shoulders and slide my dick up his ass. As the flow of energy between us shifted now to my dick and his ass, we broke our kiss. With every thrust my dick seemed to grow longer and I arched my back and closed my eyes as I fucked him deeper and deeper.
We were both groaning loudly now. The group around us just stood and stared, too mesmerized by the sight of us to do more than finger their own cocks. The blond muscle man’s jaw had gone slack. His tongue hung out and he was dribbling spittle from his mouth. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head like a man having a seizure. Every ounce of his being was devoted to pushing back against me on each of our mutual thrusts as my dick stroked the inside of his ass.
My dick was harder than it had ever been. It jerked and bucked on its own, quite beside our efforts. It pulled upwards inside the blond muscle stud’s ass, straining inside him towards my abdomen. His own enormous dick was so hard by now it was violet. I pulled it up and touched it to my lips. As I sucked it into my wet mouth, his back arched and his eyes opened wide. What seemed like a pint of cum shot out into my mouth in the first volley. I let half of it overflow my lips and run down his dick. I grinned at him and stoked along its entire length with my hand as I sucked on it harder. Another volley as big as the first shot into my mouth. Then another. I swallowed some and let the rest run down his dick to his stomach.
Meanwhile his ass muscles were spasming like mad around my dick, sucking the cum right out of my it. As I shot my first load inside him the pleasure was so intense I dropped his dick from my mouth. He continued squirting, on my face, in my hair, everywhere, and I continued coming, for what felt like hours.
When I could open my eyes, he was grinning at me. I was still buried deep inside him and he was still hard, but his dick was a lighter color now. As I pulled back, drawing out of him, I discovered the sensations I had had that my dick was growing inside him were not an illusion. It had grown. When I had gone out that night it had been about nine inches long. It was more than a foot long now!
I helped my blond muscle man to his feet. He reached out to my cock as he held his and compared them. They were almost the same size!
Now that we were uncoupled, the crowd that had gathered around us wasn’t about to leave us alone any longer, especially since neither of us showed any sign of sexual fatigue. The black man who had slurped on my dick a few minutes ago walked behind me and rubbed his large cock between the globes of my ass. I leaned back into him, and he grabbed me by the neck, and bent me at the waist as he impaled me with his dick. My jaw dropped as he slide in my ass to the hilt. My blond muscled friend put that open mouth to good use. I salivated around his dick the instant it touched my tongue, then inhaled his dick down my throat like a vacuum. Now he groaned louder than when I fucked him. He pulled back till just the head was in my mouth, and I inhaled him again.
The three of us found a rhythm at first. As I drove my ass backward into my black friend’s frantic thrusts, the blond muscle stud pulled back. I drew a breath, then I sucked him back down my throat as my friend’s long black dick pulled halfway out. Then our thrusts, our heaves and our lunges grew more frantic. In one of my inhalations I sucked in one of the muscle studs giant balls. On the next I somehow found room in my mouth for both. He unloaded again, this time down my throat, so all I could feel was the pulse of his cum as it shot through his dick, along my tongue and down my gullet. It was enough to make even my currently neglected dick cum. I could hear long squirts hit the floor under me.
That was the last drop of my cum that was wasted that evening. Before I could fire again, a mouth wrapped around my dick and drank in the rest. When he had drained the last from that orgasm, another mouth took it in and sucked until it fired off again. Then another, and another. As we three humped over the next hour I must have fed half the house that night with my cum.
When we had all come for the final time, they both withdrew. The three of us collapsed in each other’s arms in the blond man’s room and fell into deep sleep.
When I woke late the next day, I was alone. It was well into the afternoon. It had been a workday, but I had slept through most of it without even calling in sick. I briefly considered that if my sexual appetite continued this way I would soon be out of a job, but it wasn’t a thought I harbored long. Instead my attention was drawn to my dick, which was thickening and lengthening at the thought of the action the night before.
I hadn’t noticed last night as I withdrew it from inside the blond stud just how big its head had grown. It was easily the size of a small orange. The ridge of it stood out at least a quarter inch from the long thick shaft. As I touched it, I felt the now familiar jolt that jumped down the shaft to my groin. I whimpered. My mouth salivated. I dropped a huge wad of spit on the head and spread it down the shaft. I had to use both of my hands on the extra long shaft. In a few minutes my knees buckled beneath me and I shot my first load of the day.
When it subsided I wiped myself clean and wrapped my waist with a towel, crunchy with who knows whose dry cum from the night before. I was anxious to get my pants out of my locker and get home again to sort through what had happened to me without becoming involved in another scene that it would take hours to extricate myself from.
The attendant behind the front counter was the same one as last night. He had probably finished his shift, been home and come back in the time that I had slept. He grinned at me from ear to ear as I walked past. People had obviously been talking. I drew all kinds of stares as I walked home without my shirt. Some of them were disdainful, some were envious, and others were lascivious. I stopped at a clothing store on the way and bought pants with the biggest legs I could find and the largest sweatshirt they had. Except in the crotch, they fit loosely on me, but I had come to expect that my growth wasn’t over yet.
I stood in my apartment in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and stared at my naked body. It might even have been bigger than the night before when it had burst out of my clothes. What was happening to me? What was making me grow so fast? Why was I so horny? Why was I hearing voices? Was I going insane?
“You’re not insane. Just sick,” I heard the voice say.
“What are you?”
“I’m your disease. I’ve been multiplying inside you for months. I’m responsible for everything that has been happening to you. I’ve built your physique. I’ve spurred your sexual appetite.”
“I’ve never heard of a disease that does this.”
“I’ve done what I’ve done for both of us, my young friend. I multiply by sexual transmission. The better you look, the more sex you want; the more sex you have. The more sex you have, the more hosts I find; and the more hosts I find, the faster I spread.”
“Where does it end?”
“It doesn’t end. I’m having a lot of fun and it’s only just beginning.”
The muscles around my neck tensed and bulged. My traps swelled. Then my chest, my arms, my lats and my legs ballooned too. My dick was sprouting from the base like one of those Fourth of July fireworks snakes or a time lapse film of a seed germinating. My eyes clenched shut. I tried to scream but my throat tightened.
When I opened my eyes I was even bigger. My shoulders were gigantic. My pecs were solid slabs of polished marble that stuck out five inches from my torso. My biceps bulged into a peak even when my arms were straight at my side. My waist was still narrow, but packed tight with muscles as thick as bricks. My legs were intertwined with thick muscle. The texture of the muscles was visible, as were thick, tubular veins beneath my skin. The separations between my muscles were inhumanly deep. My dick had stopped growing now and was lifting itself up with every heartbeat. When it was fully erect it nearly reached to the bottom of my pecs. My balls were the size of oranges.
“This was always the goal,” the voice said. “Sixty-five inch chest, twenty-eight inch arms, thirty-five inch thighs, and twenty-five inch calves. Congratulations! You’re 295 pounds now. You’ve got seventy-five pounds on last year’s Mr. Olympia. I can also guarantee that you surpass him when it comes to filling out a pair of posing trunks. I think we should sample the merchandise.”
My legs stepped back and I sat down on the bed. I had lost all control of my motor functions. My head curled down, my hips curled up and my dick slide into my mouth.
“Oh, I like that, and I can tell that you do too.”
My mouth was practically foaming as my lips wrapped tight on my dick and I sucked as hard as I had last night on my blond friend. The head slipped down my throat. My throat muscles tightened on it, milking it and pulling on it like a teat. The cables of my arm muscles clenched and my hands pulled my butt higher, drawing more of my dick into my throat. I had eight inches inside, but there were eight more that desperately wanted in. After a few more thrusts I was lost again in a swoon of sexual frenzy. I no longer cared I had no control of my body. I was no longer aware of where I was. I didn’t even care. I felt something build in the back of my throat, a hum that became a vibration. Then my throat convulsed and I was in ecstasy as intense as an orgasm. That quickly brought my other end to a climax. The ridge around my cock head swelled and I poured pints of cum down my own throat.
I dropped my hips down and panted.
“Like that? It’s a little something I added to your anatomy: the ability to have an orgasm in your throat. I would have shown you how you can have one in your ass, but even I can’t make you that limber. For that erogenous zone we need assistance.”
I raised my hand up to my chest.
I had control of my limbs again!
“Put your clothes back on. We’re going out.”
It was night. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn’t need to know. At every intersection, something took control of my legs. I walked uphill on Haight Street from my apartment near Fillmore. A cold, strong wind blew from the west, pushing gusts of thick mist through the leaves of the gnarled trees in Buena Vista Park. At the foot of the park, on the corner, was an old Victorian mansion.
My feet stopped in front of it. I stood on the sidewalk in front the house. It was dark, except for a single light that shone through the curved stiles of the circular window on the top floor. As I looked up at the window, my nipples stood out and my dick began to stir. Something was waiting for me inside that house, but the voice in my head was now silent.
I walked up to the front door to knock but the door was ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside a dark hallway. Dim light from the top floor barely illuminated the stairway. I walked slowly up the creaking wood stairs to the fourth floor.
In the center of the attic room, beneath the pitched ceiling, illuminated by dozens of candles, hovering in mid air in a lotus position, was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was easily as large as I was in every conceivable way, yet his musculature was even more beautiful. He was as dark as I was light. The arcs and valleys of his flesh were awesome. And rising in a column of black flesh that started between his legs was a gigantic cock that flared like a flute at the corona.
There was a deafening stillness in the air of that room. It was so silent my ears rang. The atmosphere was so thick I felt I could float in it myself. Once again my limbs were not my own to command. My legs carried me to the center of the room. I knelt in front of my ebony shaman. I bent his shaft downward to my lips and I inhaled half of its immensity in my first slurp. I felt its head brush against that hot spot in the back of my throat and I gasped as best as I could with my lips distended around it. Then I felt a hand comb through my hair, push me from it and urge me to me feet.
My dark shaman was standing now. His eyes stared into mine. His face was as gorgeous as the rest of him. My mouth sagged open. His lips parted and his tongue extended, and extended, and extended, until it touched my lips and then entered my mouth. I slurped along its length until our lips touched. His tongue lapped down my throat and touched that new “hot spot” again. I smashed our lips tighter together to allow it to plunge deeper.
As his arms wrapped tightly around my wide, flaring back, his tongue gently fucked my throat, and I inhaled as much of its delicious length as was offered.
I began to wish I could reciprocate this newfound erotic pleasure when I began to feel my own tongue swell, stretch and fish deeper into my lover’s mouth. When it reached his own oral erogenous zone, his grip around me loosened. I flicked the tip of my tongue around it. His torso rocked as he offered that special piece of himself to me and his whole body seemed to pivot on the tiny point of my tongue. Our lips lost their grip on each other as we concentrated all our efforts on that place down our throats that made our hearts pound. I felt a drop of something wet fall on my dick and realized it was saliva. We were both drooling.
I grabbed my lover by the back of his neck and pulled his mouth closer, determined to dig deeper into his oral love canal. He probed deeper in me. His forefingers touched my nipples, which were raised at least an inch from the rim of my bulbous pecs, in tiny erections of their own. I gasped. The muscles of my throat clenched at his tongue, and I came.
He pushed our lips apart, twisted me around and bent me at the waist. The fist-like knob of his dickhead pushed at my ass and slid in. Just past the prostate he hit another new erogenous zone. I gasped in startled ecstasy as he brushed against it. The deeper he went, the more intense the pleasure was. He laughed as I ground my ass into his groin. My ass muscles were spasming wildly around his dick and I could feel his knees weaken behind me. He reached around to my dick, as hard as cast iron by now and soaked with precum. He jacked it in time to his thrusts. I clenched my teeth and my eyes and shook my head as I pounded my ass harder against his bushy groin. The excitement was so intense I wished his dick were twice as long.
And then I felt another dick at my lips. I opened my eyes and saw the dark bush of another man in my face with a prick as long as mine, only much thicker. I wondered if my mouth would open wide enough to get it in. I salivated at the prospect of it stuffing that new hot spot in my throat. I didn’t have much time to wonder whether it fit. He pushed it past my lips and down my throat. My tongue elongated and slithered around the shaft. It tightened around the prick in my mouth like a Chinese finger trap. I inhaled the prick further. My tongue pulled it deeper, and it drove home inside. I grasped the ass cheeks of the man who face fucked me. They were like steel bulges wrapped in hot silk. My fingers were slick with my own sex sweat. I spread his cheeks and pushed one of my own thick fingers into his ass. Past his prostate I felt what must be inside my own ass that made both me and the man fucking me so excited. There were thousands of delicate flanges inside. As I slid two more of my fingers inside and rubbed against them, the man fucking my face groaned and fell deep inside my throat. I worked two fingers from my other hand inside him and tugged at the walls of his rectum. He pounded his groin against my lips. His dick swelled. The rim of his cock head expanded in my throbbing throat and the first wad of cum spurted into my stomach.
With two cocks massaging my new erogenous zones simultaneously, while a gargantuan, callused paw stroked me, I couldn’t hold back much longer either. A tingle ran down my spine and spread to the tips of my fingers and toes, then reached the amperage of an electric shock as all three of my erotic centers came at once. My ass convulsions pulled my other partner past the brink. He bellowed and pounded harder at my ass. As the cum rushed out of his giant dick, he pulled himself completely outside of me with each stroke. His juice drenched my ass inside and out.
I stood up and faced the man who had feed me his dick. It was Frank! But he was even larger than I remembered! And sexier too! He thumbed my nipples, sending me into a mini convulsion, and grinned widely.
“Welcome to the fraternity,” was all he said.
Frank wasn’t entirely joking. Six of them who were hosts to the virus lived in that Victorian mansion at the foot of Buena Vista. One of them had inherited it from his grandfather a few years ago. Shortly after he got infected, the others found him, the same way I had. There had never been any question of their leaving. None of them could hold down a job anymore. They were too oversexed. They couldn’t concentrate on other things for eight hours at a stretch. Most of them had quit, or just faded out of the work force, like I had already started to. One of them had been fired when he lost control and started to fuck a straight co-worker in the office kitchen, a man he had lusted after for several years.
The co-worker didn’t protest. Although he had never even contemplated having sex with a man, there he was, so totally engrossed at being fucked that he didn’t even know where he was anymore. I came to realize over time that we were all imbued with that same kind of seductive power. We could take anyone we wanted, anytime, anywhere. That co-worker eventually became housemate number six. A few weeks after the office incident, he had stopped having sex with women. Months later, after his transformation became complete, they found him on the doorstep.
The virus, I learned, could only infect on men. Since women couldn’t become hosts, the virus considered them a dead end, and kept us from wasting our time with them by making them unattractive to us. It never interfered with our sessions amongst ourselves, because the virus had a group mind. Spreading between bodies in sex between infected people was the way it socialized with the different parts of itself in other bodies. It was so plugged in to the minds and bodies of its hosts, it got off on the pleasure we created for each other as much as we did. It continually found new ways of adapting our bodies to enhance our pleasure.
The commune in the Haight I had discovered was just one place we were concentrated. I soon learned there were others. A few of them were in San Francisco, but there were more in Los Angeles and New York. Men of independent means, who used their money to support the rest of us, owned each of them.
Frank, who really had gotten bigger and sexier since I first met him four months ago, introduced me to some of the others in the house. Aaron was the name of the black man I found meditating in the attic. He really had been floating in mid air, too. In him the virus had developed all sorts of psychokinetic powers. Among them were levitation, telepathy and induction of psychedelic states in others.
Clint and Antonio were the only others home that night. We caught them en flagrante delicto in the conservatory as Frank showed me around the house. Clint was a sandy-haired blond with a golden brown tan. Antonio was a dark haired Italian with pencil thin mustache and a hairy chest.
When Frank opened the door on them he tried to continue the house tour, but words started to fail him. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, and neither could Aaron or I. In a few seconds our dicks were hard again and we were joining in. It was as though none of us had had sex in weeks. With such an excess of sexual enthusiasm and so many partners to work with, it was several hours before we had exhausted ourselves enough to sleep.
When I woke up I was alone in the house. I fixed myself an enormous breakfast and drank a half pot of coffee over the morning paper. I borrowed a pair of jeans and an immense polo shirt that just fit around my shoulders, arms and chest. I couldn’t have gone to work if I’d wanted to, since I didn’t have a suit that came close to fitting. Instead, I decided to go to the gym and try out my increased strength. Rather than freak out the people who knew me at the gym I belonged to with my overnight growth, I chose a bodybuilder’s gym in the Mission. I knew I wouldn’t blend in anywhere, but I wouldn’t stand out quite as much there.
The first thing I tried was the bench press. I loaded the bar with four 45-pound plates on each side. Four hundred and five pounds was about fifty pounds heavier than heaviest weight I had used for reps last week. Lifting it was like lifting just the bar. I put another five 45-pound plates on each side. The four or five other guys in the gym in the late morning stared. No one benched that much weight. I pumped out ten reps with ease. Again, it didn’t seem like there were any plates on the bar at all. I had a smile on my face that stretched from ear to ear. Nothing short of sex felt so good.
I stood straddling the bench and curled the bar. It weighed 855 pounds and felt light as a feather. The guys explained it to me later, but apparently the virus increased our muscle strength out of proportion to either the increase in size or bodyweight. The composition of the muscle cells changed so that cell for cell the muscle was stronger. It was plain that I wasn’t going to get a real workout with standard weight equipment any more. Luckily we didn’t need to workout to maintain our bodies.
I walked across the room to the stationary bikes. Even with the resistance set at maximum I could pedal faster than the speedometer measured. My legs were practically a blur, but everything else in the room seemed to slow down. People walking by took minutes to complete a step. The second hand on the clock stopped. I slowed down my pedaling when the machine started to feel too warm. After a half-hour at a regular pace I wasn’t even winded, but my heart rate elevated a little. Blood rushed through my veins and I felt wonderful.
I had to pass the bench press again to get back to the locker room. I recognized the man loading it up. He was a professional bodybuilder whose picture had been in all the magazines in the last year. He was only about 5’8”, but he was built like a tank. In fact that was his professional nickname, “Tank”. No matter how much he shaved, he always had a five o’clock shadow. That summer posters of him had sprouted all around the Castro. I didn’t think he lived in San Francisco, but maybe he was visiting. I was sure he hadn’t been in the gym during my earlier exhibition at the bench press.
Our eyes locked as I got closer, and I saw him react to my body with awe. I stopped next to the bench. The silence made him uncomfortable. He asked me to spot for him. He had some respectable poundage on the bar, about 450. I stood at the head of the bench. His eyes strayed to the obscene bulge in my gym shorts. He pulled himself together and positioned his hands. On the count of three I eased the bar into place above his chest. He did eight slow, smooth reps on his own and two more with my help. He failed completely when he went for one more. When I set the bar back into place his prodigious chest was heaving. He was wearing a tank top and I could see the veins bulge on his pecs. I could see the stubble on chest too, from where he had recently shaved it. My dick swelled a bit at the sight. I hadn’t planned to talk to him, but the virus kept me from walking away and took control of my voice.
“Mind if I work in?” I heard myself ask.
“Be my guest,” he said.
We traded places. I knew from my previous experience that the weight he was pushing wouldn’t begin to challenge me, but I decided not to show him up too badly. I knew if you lifted even a light weight slowly and deliberately it would give you a pump, and that was all I needed for my purpose. I put another 45-pound plate on each side, took off my shirt and lay down on the bench. He positioned the weight for me and I pushed out twelve slow reps. When I set the weight back down, my chest was completely engorged with blood. The largest veins in my arms popped out. They were as thick as ropes and squirming like snakes. I looked up at my spotter, but he didn’t even see my face. He couldn’t take his eyes off my arms. When I sat up I could see his reflection in the mirror staring at the width of my back. His mouth gaped. I stood and turned to face him. His eyes were on my bare chest now and my freaky brick-like abs.
“I need to take a break,” I told him. “Would you like to join me?”
I led him into the locker room. I rolled his tank top up over his pecs. His dick was as hard as it could get trapped inside a jock strap. I pulled down his shorts and jock strap to free it. I pulled on it and it filled completely with blood. Tank’s dilated eyes were wondering all over my body now. I lead him into the toilet and locked the door, then I knelt at his dick. It was about eight inches long and as thick as the base of a beer bottle. It was big for a mere mortal. It wasn’t going to reach that hot spot in my throat, but there were still plenty of options for pleasuring us both. My own dick had expanded out over the top of my shorts and past my abs. The sight of it made Tank gasp. He gasped again when I wrapped my lips and my tongue around his dick and took my first slow tug along its length. As my tongue rolled off the tip of it, pre-cum oozed out the slit. Before he could relax I wolfed it down to the base and inhaled deeply, sucking it like a vacuum cleaner. The muscles in his groin strained and he roared. I enjoyed his reaction so much my dick squirted a few drops of pre-cum. I reached my arm up to prop him up by his chest then picked up the pace of my strokes. He moaned. His knees started to weaken. Tank grabbed my head tightly with both his hands to hold himself up. My neck muscles were so strong it didn’t affect me in the least. I slipped my long tongue out under his prick and licked his balls. He jerked. On the next stroke I slipped it past his balls and into his ass. The sensation was so unexpected it sent him over the edge. Tank pulled at my head and I let him yank it into his groin. I sucked extra hard again and pulled stream after stream of cum out of his cock.
I stood up. Tank’s eyes were moist with tears. As we kissed I slid my cum-coated tongue into his mouth. I took his tank top off, slipped off my tennis shoes, and climbed out of my shorts. Tank bent over and sucked on the head of my giant prick. He grabbed the shaft with both his hands and spread his saliva along its length. I was determined to fuck him before we were finished, but I didn’t see any reason to rush it. I leaned back against the wall and let him have some fun. Besides, just fondling my dick was making him hard again. He took about six inches of it into his mouth, which amazed me, considering how thick it was. What he lacked in oral abilities, he made up for with this enthusiasm and his handwork. And it didn’t hurt that I was so oversexed by then that I could cum a quart just by thinking dirty. Before long my balls drew tight to my groin and I shot down his throat. The first shot hit the back of his throat with such force that he was taken by surprise. He fought back a gag and swallowed as much as he could. The rest seeped out around his lips and ran down my dick. He got all the next few shots down his throat, but eventually he couldn’t keep up. He spewed the excess out and lubricated my prick with it, milking the last few volleys out with his hands.
I was still so horny I could hardly see straight. I lifted Tank up by the bottom of his ass and set him on the counter. Tank was in no condition to struggle. His glazed eyes were wild with lust. I put his legs on my shoulders and drove my cum-greased prick up his ass in one thrust. It knocked the breath out of him. I drew back about half my length and plowed in again. He moaned. A couple more strokes and he grabbed his own dick with one hand and rubbed his nipples with the other.
“Ooh, yeah! Fuck me! No one’s ever fucked me that deep before!” he whined.
I grinned and tightened the muscle at the base of my dick. I clenched my eyes shut and willed my dick longer. With each thrust I could feel it grow. To prove it to myself, I started full strokes, pulling even the head out. Seventeen inches! Eighteen inches! Nineteen inches! Twenty inches! I put my ham-sized hands on his massive shoulders and held Tank steady and tight as I reamed his ass. His tongue went slack and his eyes stared straight through me. I pushed his limp hand away from his dick and stroked it myself. His abs tensed and he came so hard that the cum shot over his head. I laughed. But with his impossibly stretched ass clenching around the base of my dick, I didn’t laugh long. My cock was already so hot it felt like it was on fire. Seeing Tank soak his hot shaved chest in his own cum did me in. I screamed and shot a long hard squirt deep inside his ass. I pulled out everything but the head of my dick and shoved back in, gushing the whole length of the stroke. It felt so great I repeated the long stroke and came even harder on the next one. Instead of slackening, my shots were becoming more intense. I pulled halfway out and grabbed the base of my dick, jacking it with my fist and milking the next few shots out into Tank’s butt. Then I took up fucking him again, still shooting on every thrust. Finally the intensity subsided a bit. I wrapped his thick thighs high around my waist. My dick was so long that I could still get three quarters of it in his ass. I slowed my pace a bit, though. My dick had softened a bit and I concentrated on the slick silky smooth sensation of it sliding around inside his ass as I squirted the last few volleys inside him. I pulled out and let my long dick flop down against my leg, then collapsed against Tank’s chest.
I think we may have dozed off a few minutes in that position. I opened my eyes and Tank was looking at my body again. His dick wasn’t hard yet; we had given it a more thorough workout than that. But it was filling out. He smiled broadly at me.
“You are fuckin’ unreal!” he said. “How come I’ve never seen you before? You’re way bigger than Arnold or Ferrigno! Don’t you compete?”
“I just started lifting last year,” I said. In the last couple days, during my sudden growth spurts, my voice had become so deep that it often turned me on to hear myself speak. My dick jerked a bit against my leg.
“Yeah, sure. Last year! Well, if you ever start competing, the rest of us are through! Do you live here in San Francisco?”
“I’m only here for the weekend. I’m guest posing at the Mr. California contest in San Jose tomorrow night. I love to get your phone number, though! Posing in front of an audience makes me horny as hell!”
I didn’t have the phone number of the house in the Haight, so I gave him the number of the phone in my apartment. It didn’t matter. It was best for me to leave him alone a few months until the virus got a foothold. He’d be ready to join the brotherhood soon enough. I could wait. I wondered how long he’d stay in bodybuilding after he was transformed. Maybe he’d be the one of us that blew everyone else in the sport away.
After a sponge bath in the sink, Tank went back out on the gym floor to finish his workout. I showered and got dressed. I was happy to see my dick had returned to its “normal” size -- twelve inches soft. Twenty was great for a special fuck, but it could get unwieldy to be that big every time. It still filled out the front of my husky sized jeans in a way that couldn’t be ignored by even the casual observer. It was like having a couple softballs and a small garden hose stuffed down my pants. I realized I must have been driving half the people I saw crazy with lust and the other half crazy with envy.
When I returned to the house, Clint and Antonio were the only ones there. They were sitting opposite each other in the living room, staring at each other. They looked up at me, then back at each other. Antonio smiled.
“Come in and join us,” Antonio offered. He patted the sofa next to him and put his ham-sized left arm on the back of it. He dropped his hand down on my shoulder when I sat down.
“Out for a walk?” Clint asked me, as Antonio laid his right hand on my thigh. He was wearing a sleeveless top. Tufts of his black hair stuck out from under his arms, and long, thick hair grew on his arm from the elbow to his knuckles. I had dropped my dick down my pant leg when I dressed back at the gym. It ran more than halfway down my thigh, and as Antonio squeezed my thigh, he squeezed my dick too. It swelled.
“I went to the gym, actually,” I said.
Antonio dropped his left hand from the back of the sofa to the solid ridge of my pec. His forefinger located my left nipple.
“Kind of futile wasn’t it?” Clint said. “Except for picking up guys.”
Antonio’s “thigh” massage had my dick stone hard. It stood out in relief through my pants like a third leg. My breath became irregular. My eyes were dilated. They darted from Clint’s face, to Antonio’s hand, to odd objects around the room. Clint registered no reaction to what his lover was doing to me. He looked like he might be chatting to a stranger about the weather.
“You slept like a rock last night, you know? “ Clint said.
Antonio lifted his hands from me and pulled his shirt over his head. Dense fur coated his bulging lower pecs, and feathered gradually into a light dusting near his clavicle. His stomach was completely hairless except a single line that dropped down his sternum, through the deep ridge between his abdominals, and disappeared into the top of his sweat pants. As I stared at Antonio’s chest I could see Clint smile at me at the periphery of my vision.
“Antonio always had a beautiful, tight chest with rock hard pecs, but since his transformation, his pecs have gotten as big as boulders.”
Antonio leaned into my lap and sucked on my dick through my pant leg. His hot spit soaked the material around my dick head. My jaw dropped. I grabbed his head and pushed him harder against it. He dropped to his knees between my wide spread legs, and pulled my T-shirt over my head. His fingers twisted one of my nipples gently. The other one he worked with his tongue.
Antonio raised his head and our lips locked. Our tongues entangled and dove for each other’s throats. As we licked at each other’s hot spots we closed our eyes. For a while we were just tongues and throats and the rest of the physical world was gone. Antonio’s tongue thrusts became more forceful and rhythmic. At the edge of my orgasm, he withdrew.
I opened my eyes. Clint had his pants down to his knees. His dick was free, rock hard and stuck straight up like a flagpole. He was watching us intently and slowly, lightly jacking it with one hand. Slouched down on the couch, his dick reached through the valley between his enormous pecs. A stream of precum dribbled down that valley and into the crevice between his abs. As his hand jacked his dick, I watched his biceps bunch and stretch. I noticed that even on his relaxed arm, his biceps were peaked, even through they completely overfilled the space between his delts and his forearms. The muscle shape was phenomenal.
Meanwhile Antonio had pulled down my pants. His mouth engulfed my prick. As he inhaled it and worked it deep into his throat he shook his head from side to side, reveling in the sensations it created in his throat. When he had taken all sixteen inches completely down his throat, he began to bob up and down on it very fast. The feelings he created all along my dick were so intense I couldn’t concentrate anymore on what his lover Clint was doing. My eyes dropped to my groin. All I could see was Antonio. Tiny veins were protruding from his flushed, broad, densely muscled back as he went crazy on my dick. Suddenly his lips went slack around it. His throat tensed and he moaned loudly. He worked the last eight inches of my steely dick hard against the sides of his throat for several minutes as he grunted like an animal. But before I could cum too, he relaxed and pulled back, sliding my dick back out.
“Antonio can be such a pleasure pig,” Clint said.
I looked up. Clint bent down and drew his own dick into his throat. A couple long sucks and he had drenched it with his saliva. He slid it back out and spread the spit down its length with both hands. A tiny geyser of clear precum erupted at the tip. It shot up a couple inches out the piss slit. Clint caught it with his hand and rubbed that into his dick too.
“Since my transformation I’ve had so much precum I never need to lubricate before fucking. But I kind of miss fucking someone dry, now and then. It always felt so tight and hot to fuck someone like an animal without even caring whether it hurt them or not.”
Antonio dove down on my dick again, and vigorously rubbed the head of it along the back of his throat. He wrapped each of his hands around one of my softball-sized balls and pulled them down, stretching the sack out. He squeezed them like cow teats. I swear I could feel cum forced out of them and into the base of my dick. I pushed down on his head with both hands, determined to cum this time. At each stroke, when his lips encircled the base of my dick, Antonio’s tongue slipped outside his mouth and slurped on my balls. Occasionally he sucked one of them into his mouth.
“Antonio’s back looks impossibly huge from over here,” Clint said, although I couldn’t concentrate much on him. “The crevice where his thick lats attach to the spine is so deep now. And his lats spread so wide.” Clint inhaled his dick again, moaning at the double pleasure he was giving himself. He sounded close to cumming himself.
Antonio sucked hard up the length of my dick. His long snake tongue was wrapped around it, pulling. The head of my cock was swollen. On the down stroke I knew I would finally cum, but Antonio let my cock fall out of him mouth. He stood and dropped his pants. His dick rose up to his chest in an instant. It was darker than the olive skin on the rest of his body. It was cocoa brown, latticed with hundreds of veins, thick and thin. The head was purplish-brown. It brushed through the field of his straight chest hair. Antonio raised my legs by the ankles and positioned my ass to impale it. Antonio slid just the head inside at first and strained.
“Antonio’s unique talent is that he can make just the head of his dick swell to half again the thickness of his cock. It makes the strokes more intense,” Clint said.
Antonio dropped his hands to his side so that only his dick was touching me. Slowly, he slid it deeper and deeper.
“You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel it sliding in, and every inch is ecstasy.”
At the deepest point Antonio strained again. He and I both groaned loudly. Another pool of precum had collected in the valleys of my abs. Antonio pulled back, just as slowly, then pushed in.
“Antonio has remarkable control. He can fuck you real slow like that on the verge of an orgasm for hours. Eventually every stroke is such pure ecstasy you don’t care if you every cum.”
Clint chomped down on his dick some more and jacked it with both his hands. He sucked and fucked himself quicker now. I could see his throat tense and heard him scream a muffled scream. His hands jacked more vigorously along his dick. It swelled and cum began to gush out of the sides of his mouth. He pulled it out and it squirted six feet in the air. His head flopped back on the sofa and he just laughed as he stroked it.
Finally Antonio’s pace quickened. He was so excited now, I could tell even he was beginning to loose control. He poked and jabbed the length of my ass, and I rewarded him with anal orgasm that milked his dick to a climax. While he came, he pulled my dick back in his mouth and I shot down his throat.
During my first week at the house, I fucked around with just about everyone who lived there, and a lot of the people they brought home. The only man who remained unseen was David, the owner of the house. Clint and Antonio, who had been lovers even before they were infected, kind of adopted me as a regular third.
I learned I wasn’t the only one who heard the voice. All of us had heard it at one time or another. Nor was I the only one it took control of. When it was imperative to the virus’ existence it seized control, but sometimes it took control just because it wanted was us to experience something new. In that respect it could be like a demon, possessing us, or like a more forceful version of a little devil on the shoulder, making us live out our secret desires without having to feel responsible for our actions later. It stretched us. The men who had been infected the longest tended to be the ones most comfortable will all aspects of their sexual desires, because the virus made them explore them all.
In June of 1981 an article appeared in the New York Times that sent a chill through the straight world. A number of doctors that treated homosexual patients told reporters that several of their gay patients had reported an unusual condition. The patients reported significant increases in their libido as well as rapid weight gains – as much as 10 pounds in a single week -- and enlargement of the genitals. Doctors had no clues as to the cause of the condition. Some suggested that it might be cause by a sexually transmitted virus, since the behavioral profiles of the patients reporting the condition often included frequent sexual encounters, often with multiple sex partners before the condition developed. Other suspected a mutagenic condition brought on by drug abuse. Many patients reportedly were frequent users of recreational drugs. Although the initial effects of the condition did not seem to endanger the patient’s health, Doctors were concerned that there might be long term ill effects. They also speculated that the condition could lead to a serious rise in STD infections among the population as a whole, due to the increased sexual activity of those infected.
The whole situation seemed a little unreal to the majority of the gay community. A virus that turned men into studs was fantasy come to life. That made most gay men skeptical of the whole story. Nevertheless the story spawned countless jokes. Friends teased each other that they were infected if they seemed more horny than normal, or if they started to out on a little extra size. Not many took it seriously. Then someone would encounter one of us somewhere and then, for at least a few hours, they became a believer.
Clint, Antonio and were on our way across the country that June. They were taking me to see Key West. Clint bought a 1978 Cadillac convertible and the three of us took turns driving -- not that we got very far in a day. It took us a few hours to get out of bed every morning, we made too many fuck stops, and usually knocked off early. Clint really got into seducing truck drivers. It had been a fantasy of his for years. We must have lost three days total at truck stops.
We were finally getting close to Florida after two weeks of traveling when we decided we weren’t going to be able to drive long enough that day to get over the Georgia state line. Antonio was driving. Clint had opened the fly of his 501s and was slurping on his dick. Antonio nearly drove off the road when he came, but it wasn’t enough of a release for him. We pulled over to a small, dilapidated motel along the highway at the edge of a town so small the welcome sign hung on the first tree and the farewell sign hung on the second. The man behind the counter in the office didn’t care much for us. At first he didn’t want to rent a room to us. He said he didn’t have one with enough beds for three men. Clint finally agreed to rent two rooms next to each other, a single and a double.
I was laying face down on the bed in the double room with Antonio plowing my ass, when there was a knock on our door. Neither one of us was interested in who was there, but the knock was persistent.
“Sheriff’s Deputy, sir! I’m afraid I have to insist you answer the door.”
Antonio ground harder into my ass with the full length of his sixteen incher, and all I could concentrate on was that hot poker sliding up my super-sensitized large intestine. When the door burst open, we still didn’t stop fucking, but both our heads turned.
“Holy – the guy at the desk was right!” It was a deputy sheriff. He stood spread eagle, gun drawn. “Both of you are under arrest for the crime of Sodomy. Stand up and put your hands on your heads!”
Antonio groaned with intense pleasure as he pulled his dick back from my ass real slow until only the head was inside, exposing almost its entire length to the deputy.
“I’d be happy to help you out, officer,” Antonio said, “but I got my dick up this stud’s tight ass.”
The officer’s eyes were as wide as saucers. It was plain that he was staring at the Antonio’s groin, my ass and the fourteen inches of giant boner that connected them, as if the sight of over five hundred pounds of naked muscled man flesh wasn’t enough already!
“You ever seen a sixteen inch dick before, officer? I don’t suppose you have. Let me tell you, all these extra inches make fucking three times as much fun! Makes it kind of hard for me to concentrate on anything but my dick, you know? See how good it looks, how it glistens, all slick from my own precum.” Antonio slides it in again real slow. He moaned and shivered. “Makes his ass real slick inside. Makes it feel soooo good.” Antonio decided it was time to give the cop his next shock. He reached under my stomach and pulled me to my knees, exposing my own sixteen-inch stone-hard boner. It curled away from my rocky abs and then back into my sternum, just below the tremendous bulge of my pecs. It was nearly purple from the stimulation of Antonio’s fuck. Precum dribbled from its fist size head to a pool on the bed. The deputy gasped.
I tensed my arms and my legs as Antonio continued fucking me. I was already flushed, but now the veins in my body started to swell. The cuts between my muscles deepened so that each muscle looked like an individual steel cable. All the cop could do was stare.
Clint walked in the room behind him wearing a bathrobe. He had been showering in the next room. He stood behind him and reached around in front to take his gun out of his hand. Then he shut the door. “I see we have a guest. Let’s make him more comfortable.” Clint let the robe fall to the floor. I suppose our arresting officer was quite big by most standards. He had definitely lifted weights. His arms and legs were snug inside his uniform. He must have been around five feet ten and probably weighed about 220. But with Clint behind him he looked small. Clint’s shoulders were huge round balls of muscle. His biceps were so big and thick there was barely room for them to fit between his deltoids and his forearms. Each of his quadriceps were so large they looked like normal-sized thighs struggling to get loose from the others. Clint reached around from behind and undid the officer’s belt. Clint reached into the officer’s pants and pulled out a sizable dick and the officer’s balls. The dick was rock hard.
“Have you ever seen two men with such gigantic dicks?” Clint whispered into the deputy’s ear as he massaged the deputy’s dick with his broad, muscular hands. “It’s hard to believe anyone could take a dick that size up his ass, isn’t it? But you want to try it badly don’t you? I can tell. Antonio and Dick are both my lovers. I take them up the ass all the time, and it feels so goood! Antonio can fuck better than any man I’ve ever had. He can fuck you so fast it feels like there’s a two-foot vibrator up your ass, and cum every couple minutes for hours. Or he can slide it in and out so slow its like exquisite torture, and not give you relief until you almost pass out.”
As he worked the deputy’s dick over, Clint was rubbing both his nipples with the forefinger and thumb of the other hand and poking at his ass with his own giant prick. The deputy was completely oblivious to Clint’s manhandling. He was mesmerized by Antonio’s dick sliding in and out of my ass, our loud moans and the glistening of our rock hard muscles as we slammed into each other. Clint popped the buttons on his shirt and pulled him out of it. He pulled his pants down and positioned him under me, with his lips less than an inch from my dick. He was on his back under my chest.
“Go ahead, officer. Take it in your mouth,” Clint coaxed.
The deputy opened his lips and I stuck in my prick as deeply as I could without losing hold of Antonio’s hot dick. The first contact of his tongue on my dick head made me spurt precum again. He swallowed it like honey.
“Stick your chin up, officer. Line up your mouth and your throat, and you can take him deeper.”
It was hard to tell where genuine lust left off and Clint’s super seduction power began, but the deputy obeyed and I pumped three more inches inside.
“Suck on it, officer. Suck it hard, like a teat. What you get from that monster dick is going to be the biggest reward of your life. That’s it! Suck it in deeper. You can get another couple inches in if you try!”
He already had about ten inches inside. Antonio was laughing at the sight of him beneath me and bucking at my ass harder to force my dick deeper in his throat. I leaned down to the deputy’s groin and sucked down his dick. It was all he needed to convince him to go deeper on mine. The veins on his neck stood out farther as he drew in all but the last two inches. My softball-sized nuts were already high and tight against my enormous prick. They beat him in the face with every one of Antonio’s strokes. I wrapped my elongated tongue around his prick and pulled along its length. He sucked harder. Antonio bucked. The last two inches hit home. My dick swelled, straining his stuffed throat further, as my cum shot down its length and hit his throat hard. It kept firing as I pulled the head back up to his mouth so he could taste it. His own prick splattered in my mouth and he vacuumed mine down again. Eventually he stopped cumming, but I couldn’t. He let me pull my cock from his mouth and I poured cum over both our chests. The clenching in my ass pulled Antonio over the top. He fucked me fast and emptied himself inside until it became too much for my ass to hold, and the cum started splashing out around his prick.
Clint pulled the deputy to his feet before I collapsed on the bed. But Clint wasn’t finished with him. I felt Antonio’s hands spread my ass cheeks as Clint continued to narrate. “Look at Dick’s ass, officer. See how deep the valley is between these enormous glutes. Look how tight his ass puckers, even after being fucked by Antonio’s monster prick. And see how the cum still seeps out of it. Don’t you want to lick it up, officer?”
I felt the deputy’s hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue lick my asshole.
“Suck it down! Don’t let it go to waste! That’s right, stick your tongue inside and pull it out.”
His tongue inside my ass started my heart racing again. In the deep groove between the twin totems of my abdominal muscles, my dick was getting hard. I stuck my hand under my stomach and pulled at it.
“Why don’t you fuck him, officer? He’s ready. He wants it. Don’t you, Dick?”
Clint guided his prick to my asshole. The deputy pushed. I relaxed enough to let him in the first few inches, then squeezed. He groaned. I pulled at his prick with my ass muscles and gradually drew him in. He dropped to his hands and slowly fucked in and out. He was no where near Antonio’s size, but he didn’t have to get too far in to hit my hot spot.
“Look how thick his back muscles are! And those shoulders! You could play basketball with them! Does he have your dick in that hot vice grip of an ass? Doesn’t that make you want to scream?”
I couldn’t see Clint or the officer, but Antonio was standing in my line of sight, and he was slowly pulling on his hard dick as he grinned. Precum was shooting out of his dick head every few minutes. He spread it on his cock, massaged his balls with it, and worked it into his chest.
The officer was so frantic that he couldn’t keep a steady rhythm. He poked hard and fast for a couple strokes, then slowly. It drove me wild. My ass muscles started to undulate around his dick and drool started dripping out of my open mouth. Finally I felt his dick swell inside me and his hot moist cum squirting. He collapsed on my back, panting.
“Oh, I bet that felt real good, didn’t it, officer?” I could hear the crackle of Clint’s moist hands working spit into his dick behind the cop. “But this is going to feel even better!” The officer’s dick jerked inside me. Clint had mounted him from behind. As Clint fucked the cop’s ass, the cop’s dick started to get harder again. The cop himself, though, was limp as a dishrag on top of my back. I could feel Clint having a field day with the cop’s ass. He was poking and prodding it from all angles. Antonio held his slick dick in front of my face. I opened my mouth and inhaled it. When it hit the hot spot in my throat, I moaned. Clint provided the motion for all of us. As he shoved his prick up the cop’s ass, it pushed the cop’s dick deeper into my ass, which shoved me forward and drove Antonio’s dick deeper down my throat. When Antonio’s dick had worked my throat past the point of no return, it spasmed and pulled him to orgasm. Simultaneously the cop’s dick brought my other end to orgasm. The jerking of my ass muscles around his dick drew another load of cum out of it, and the cop’s rectal spasms milked Clint’s dick dry.
The next morning we left the exhausted, sleeping deputy in the room. Undoubtedly he had a tough time explaining an AWOL from his shift the night before and the rumpled, cum stained condition of his uniform, but that was just a bump in the road. In a few months, as his muscles swelled and his sex drive exploded, his life would really begin to change.
In a few months the condition came to be known as GRID (Gay Related Inordinate Development) in the press, although eventually the name was changed to AIDS (Acquired Inordinate Development Syndrome). The government ignored the situation at first. Some thought they ignored it because the condition only affected homosexual men. Others thought they ignored it because the new Republican administration was uncomfortable with sex in general. The predicted increase in STDs never materialized. In fact those of us that were infected found that the virus protected us from other STDs. Research into the condition by the medical establishment came to be hampered by the high dropout rate of the research participants once their infection matured and the virus took control of their behavior.
Some people suspected that the condition was caused by some bio-engineered virus that our government had created. Maybe they had been trying to wipe out the queers. No one knew what was causing it, but everyone presumed it was spread by sexual contact. When it hit the press that after heterosexuals were infected they lost interest in the opposite sex, a wave of panic swept through the homophobes. There was talk of a quarantine to protect the uninfected. Some men took unnecessary extra precautions, like not frequenting restaurants with gay waiters, or not sharing drinking cups with people they weren’t sure were straight. Many gay men were fired from their jobs in the panic. Incidents of violence against gay men increased.
Most of this was just noise to those of us whose infection had matured. It was like coyotes baying at the moon in the distance. It didn’t seem conceivable any of this ever could hurt us. There were twelve of us living in the house at the end of 1982. Not many of us actually slept there every night. Most of us slept with strangers. Aaron, Clint, Antonio and I were the only regulars. When we spent the night with someone else, we tended to bring him home. Sometimes we shared, but mostly we kept the outsiders away from our friends, at least until we had had them ourselves a few times.
No matter how much we fucked around, none of us could get completely sated. We were like tomcats, always on the prowl. I found Buena Vista Park to be a fruitful cruising ground, besides it was just across the street from home. I took regular walks through it that sometimes stretched into hours-long adventures. The park had developed a reputation for sexual activity even before the virus. Under a liberal mayor, the police took a hands-off approach. One police official was quoted in the newspaper as saying, “We don’t interfere with what goes on in the privacy of someone’s bush.” Some of the men who wandered the park made the pretense of walking their dogs. I never bothered.
On a particularly warm winter day I took a long walk through the park. It was one of those December days in San Francisco when the temperature reached over 70 degrees for a few hours around noon. I took advantage of it by walking in a pair of jeans cutoffs without a shirt. My legs were so big that as I walked I could feel the flesh of my warm thighs rub against each other. Of course I got lots of stares.
From the other side of some dense underbrush I heard a struggle and some subdued voices. “What’s the matter, queer? I thought you liked me?” I stepped through the bushes to see three men threatening another man. Two of them were holding his arms behind him while the other one punched him.
In an instant, I felt every muscle in my body tighten. My heart pounded like a bass drum at 4/4 time. Without even thinking, I lunged at the knees of the one punching him and knocked him to the ground. The virus had taken control of my limbs, and I was a passenger inside my own body. Before I could give him a punch he’d feel for a very long time, the ones who had been holding the victim down jumped on my back, but the two of them bounced off like flies. My chest heaving with anger, I turned the attacker over on his back and backhanded his jaw. As I stood up, one of the other two took a swing at me with a baseball bat. It splintered and broke in two against my chest. I grabbed the end that was still in my assailant’s hands and swung it hard, tossing him into his buddy.
Then I heard a click.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” It was the man who’d been punching. He had a handgun pointed at me.
As though everyone else in the world had slowed to a snail’s pace, all the motion around me stopped. My thighs tensed and I leapt at the guy with the gun, but he didn’t even see me move until he was down on the ground and the gun was in my hands. When I pointed it at him and stood up, he was terrified. He couldn't believe that anything could move that fast.
“Chill, man. I wasn’t going to shoot you,” he begged. The man whose jaw I’d smacked was moaning on the ground. The other two men were standing to either side of me, still as statues.
The voice inside my head was took control of the voice from my throat. It was an octave deeper than my own already bass voice. “Then you won’t be needing it at all,” it said through me. My index finger held the barrel, my thumb was on the grip and I squeezed them together. The barrel of the gun bent in my fingers like rubber. I tossed it on the ground over my shoulder.
“Are you okay?” I asked the victim. His mouth was bloody and his shirt was torn, and he looked dazed, but otherwise he seemed okay. He nodded silently. “You can go now. I’ll take care of these three.”
He slipped away quickly, and I turned to his assailants.
"They say violence like yours is motivated by homophobia. Well, I’m going to help you confront your fear."
My eyes locked on the man standing on my right. "Walk over to him" – I nodded toward the man standing on my left. He did. "Stand closer," I said. He stood with his nose an inch from the other man's face. "Look in his eyes, at his lips. Ever wonder what those lips would feel like wrapped around your dick? Or brushing against your own? Kiss him."
Their lips brushed each other lightly.
Their mouths opened and they started to suck each other's mouth. Their arms still hung limp at their sides, but I could see their pants start to bulge. It made me hard to watch them.
Though I looked like the puppet master to them, I was really a puppet myself. My words and my deeds were still not my own. My breath came in quick, shallow gulps. My skin tingled. From the way this was making us feel, I knew that the guest inside my body wasn’t yielding control anytime soon. Although I write ‘I’ from here on as I describe the rest of this scene, ‘I’ doesn’t really describe the person who took these actions. I only use the word because the vernacular doesn’t exist to describe the entity taking these actions using my body. It is only shorthand.
I pulled the man who had drawn the handgun to his feet and wrapped a triple-thick arm around his neck, holding the back of his head to my face, in a way meant to feel as affectionate as it felt menacing. After a long minute of silence, I reached a hand into the shirt of my captive and pulled it open, ripping the buttons off. I unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants fly. I reached my hands inside his pants and pulled out his dick and balls. They were average. I tugged at them and plopped them down over his jeans. His hands clawed my forearm, but I held him tight. I slid my free hand into his shirt and rubbed his stomach. It was lightly dusted in hair. His pecs were small, but firm. I tweaked one of his nipples and hyper-extended my tongue to lick his ear. “This isn’t so bad, is it?” I slipped my hand down the between his buttocks and fingered his asshole. He was clenching it tight. “I could make this very pleasurable for you, but after what you tried to do, maybe our first fuck should hurt like Hell.”
I grabbed both his wrists and held them together behind his back and released his neck. He jerked his arms to pull free. “I can squeeze tighter, and I will if you keep struggling. I can squeeze so tight the bones in your wrists will shatter. Or I can yank back when you pull with your shoulders and dislocate both of them.” He stopped struggling.
“What’s your name?” I asked him.
He didn’t answer. Maybe he thought talking would only encourage me. I asked again and tugged on his wrists.
“Tim! My name is Tim.”
“Tim, I’m going to let your wrists go. You may have thought you would run away if I did that, but right now your intrigued by my body. You want another look at it.”
I released him. He turned around and stared at me. His eyes wandered up and down.
“I’m big, but I bet I don’t look big enough to be as strong as I am, or as quick. But you’ve never seen a body like this before, have you? Not even in pictures. My skin is so thin you can see the striations of the muscle fibers under them. My muscles are so thick they look like they shouldn’t even fit on my frame. I bet you wonder what it feels like to be strong enough to bend steel, or to make hard wood splinter. Maybe you can’t feel that right now, but you could feel me. Touch me.
Tim laid his palm on my bulging pec. His dick was pointing straight up by now.
“Hard to believe I could feel so much like flesh and still feel as hard as rock, isn’t it? Let your hand slid over the edge of it. Feel that ridge at the bottom of my pec where it bends back into my sternum. Feel the start of my stomach muscles underneath.” Tim’s eyes were wide as his hands felt the individual bumps of my abs, each of them large enough and prominent enough to be separate muscles, not ridges of the same slab of beef. I set my broad muscular hand on his head on pushed him to his knees.
As he knelt in front of me I undid my own pants and pulled my half-hard dick from inside my pants real slow. His eyes grew wide as more and more of it became visible, and he realized the whole thing was going up his virgin ass. I smiled and my dick jumped an inch as the blood engorged it and it stretched out to its full sixteen inches. It breached the distance between my groin and his face. The head of it bumped against his nose. He dodged it. It kept growing until it hit him again.
“You’re going to want to lubricate this as much as you can,” I told him. “The more spit soaked you get it, the less it will hurt when I fuck your ass. If your lucky, maybe you’ll get it to spurt some pre-cum in your mouth to help out. I wouldn’t try to get back at me by biting it, either. Remember how that baseball bat broke on my chest? Well, my dick is just as hard as my chest. You bite down hard and you’ll only break your teeth.”
I looked over at the other two assailants. Both of their dicks were out and one of them had them mashed together in his hand. The one facing Tim and I dropped to his knees on Tim’s example and licked his friend’s dick, tentatively at first.
I positioned my dick in front of Tim’s mouth, pried his lips open with two fingers, and pulled his head forward with my other hand. “Open wide.” About four inches of it stuffed his mouth before he could pull away. It was extra hot and wet, and I felt still more blood pound into my penis. I tilted his head back to get a good angle at his throat and pulled out a little. “Take a deep breath.” He gasped. I held on to his hair and I shoved. I got about half it in while he gagged. His face turned red and the veins in his neck stood out as far as his eyes. His throat clenched tight around the upper third of my dick. I pulled out of his throat and he gasped again. As I pushed forward again he bit down hard on my dick, but it only made the downward stroke more pleasurable as his teeth scrapped along my dick. It felt so good that I found myself plunging deeper this time and I lost my first load. He struggled to get it out of his throat as I poured a quart of cum into his stomach. On the last squirt I pulled back and put some on his tongue. When I withdrew he tired to spit it out, but I grabbed his chin and held his mouth shut. “Swallow it, pussy-boy! Or the rest of what I do to you will be even worse than what you are already imagining!” He held it in the back of his mouth for a minute. I raised my hand to slap his face, and he swallowed.
I reached down for his wrists and yanked up as I twisted him around. “Turn around, boy. You’ve only had half the experience.” I pushed his face down into the dirt and pulled down his pants. I positioned my cum drenched cock at his asshole and thrust my hips forward. He stifled a scream as the first half of my dick disappeared. He was extremely tight, but that only made me want to get deeper inside of him. I pulled his butt up from the ground and pushed harder. His sphincter was squeezing so tight, exciting me so much I could hardly breath. And as I pulled his ass back toward my groin, I felt his dick. It was hard as iron. Deeper and deeper I pushed.
With half a foot to go he started to push into me and arc his back. We both strained. Inch after hard-won, excruciating inch disappeared inside his ass. His sphincter spasmed, making me want to bury myself inside him even more. Three inches left, two inches, and finally one. When the last inch was buried and his ass clenched tight at the loose skin of my scrotum, I ground around inside him wanting more dick to bury, and he squeezed me tightly, proud he had engulfed to whole thing.
As I started my first, slow backstroke he moaned loudly. His ass held tight to my dick. The intense pleasure made me forget all about punishing him just as completely as it washed away all his fear. Every stroke was almost as good as cumming. I don’t know how long we fucked, because we both lost sense of time. Were we both in such a transcendent state that when I began to cum, it startled us both. The ejaculations were long and more forceful than any I’d had before. I grabbed his cock as I continued to fuck him. I hadn’t even begun to stroke his dick when he fired off an ejaculation of his own, spraying his own chest and arms. When he finished cumming I was still filling his bowels with my spunk. It soaked my dick and streamed out of his ass on my backstrokes. When I finished I collapsed on his back. I pulled out of him, still stiff.
The other two were in the same position, one on his knees sucking the other. The guy on his knees had his dick out now. He was jacking on it furiously and looked ready to cum.
“Break it up, you too,” I told them. “I said break it up!”
The guy on his knees stopped sucking. He fingered his dick a little, then reluctantly gave that up as well. I got them both over next to me. I put the one who’d been getting sucked on all fours with his pants down to his knees, and started the other one licking his asshole. Then I pulled his pants down too, and got Tim started on his asshole. Even though none of them could hold a candle to the guys I usually fucked, the sight of the three of them getting engaged in such an intensely homoerotic activity was making my mouth practically foam. My dick twitched and shot a couple spurts of pre-cum too. I lined them up, ass cheek to ass cheek, and plunged into the one in the middle. It took a couple thrusts to get some good penetration going. On the first poke I only got the head inside. On the second I made a sidelong scrape against the inside of his ass to loosen it up a bit and made it in about four inches. After that I made it in another inch or so on every thrust. The sweet resistance his ass gave was as delicious as the sight of them on all fours cleaning each other out.
Before I got total penetration, I moved on to his suck buddy. He was so heated from his suck session that he practically fucked me. On the first stroke I was halfway inside. On the second I was home free. Once again enveloped in hot, squirming flesh, it was tempting to ride him out to an orgasm right then, but I had other responsibilities.
Tim grabbed my dick before it got near his asshole and guided it home. He tensed his whole body as I pushed in and shook his head like a horse just out of the corral. After just three or four drives, I pulled out of him and went back to my first fuck. This time I was halfway inside on the first thrust. His ass still resisted my thrusts, but he was starting to push back into me as I fucked him. Inside, he felt like a hot, wet, sucking sponge. Every thrust took my breath away. I was fingering the asses of the guys on either side of him to keep them hot, but the sensations he was creating along my dick were distracting me so much occasionally I lost track of the other two completely with three fingers buried in each of their asses. My big fuzzy balls had drawn up tight to the base of my dick. At the deepest point of my strokes they got between the base of my dick and his asshole, making me bounce off of them, squeezing them. Eventually the sensations were too much to resist. I fired an extra long jet of thick cum deep inside of him on the down stroke, and another on the next. When I opened my eyes between shots I saw his dick was firing off too, without either of us touching it.
Still hypersensitive from cumming inside the first guy, and of course still hard, I plunged deep into the second again. My nipples were rock-hard and pointing straight out about an inch as I fucked him. I leaned over him and rubbed my chest against his back as I fucked. He pushed his back against me and squirmed.
"Stand up and feed me your cock!" I said to the most enthusiastic one, the one who had wielded the gun. I hardly needed to finish the sentence. He straddled the head of the man I was fucking, who was still on all fours, and I inhaled his dick. I coiled my snake tongue around it and pulled as I sucked. He groaned and pawed at my head, but he wasn't strong enough to make any difference in its lunges and retreats. The feelings were too intense for any ordinary man to take for long. In less than a minute he shivered and spurted inside my mouth. Rutting like an animal, I came again too.
I sent two of the assailants on their way, knowing they were headed for a reassessment of their sexuality and their politics once their transformations began. The other one, Tim, I took back to the house with me. At the time I thought it was to prevent him from wielding a gun on someone else before he too changed his views, and because I thought he would make a good household toy. It turned out there were other reasons. Over the coming weeks I became quite fond of him and eventually realized that the germ of the feeling had been inside of me that first day.
The anti-gay violence rose for a while as the epidemic grew, but after a few months those of us who were transformed began to take things into our own hands. We began to patrol gay cruising areas and neighborhoods and to lash out at gay bashers. When physical attacks on homosexuals became too dangerous, the homophobes began to spread terror through the media. They claimed that a new gay elite would take advantage of their strength and terrorize the rest of society. A few men who felt particularly confident of their heterosexuality sought out infection to obtain the strength and size increases, confident that they could resist the homosexual urges. At most they were successful for a few months. Eventually they all failed.
By 1983 a laboratory in France insolated the virus. One researcher estimated that one half of all the gay men in cities like New York, San Francisco and Los Angeles were infected. The early signs of infection that were medically detectable included elevated blood counts and testosterone levels up to 10 times the norm. The infection progressed at different rates in different men. No one knew why that was so, but it was presumed that the rate of progression had something to do with the number of times one was exposed to agent that caused the infection.
With that many men infected, there were enough around so that one could pick up a guy on his transformation night. It became sport among us, like bursting someone’s cherry, to find someone and fuck him during his transformation. Our enhanced perceptions helped us recognize someone close to transformation, but it was never a sure thing. Sometimes you got really lucky, and sometimes you just got lucky.
Tim and I made it a real competition. Tim was one of the recent additions to our household. Tim was a hot cowboy-type from Texas. He grew up on a ranch, so he had the accent and the attitude down. The two of us had become attached to each other. I could relate to his rural background, because I had grown up in Iowa. We also made a formidable cruising pair, him with his cowboy look and me, I had a kind of big, dumb stud farm boy look, with dark blond hair, limp and straight except for a cow lick on my crown that I could never control. We egged each other on in our conquests, and the next morning we compared scores. We both averaged about one transformation experience in ten tricks, but the next day after one of us scored, he ribbed the other one all day, gave him no peace.
Occasionally we really hit the jackpot.
One Saturday night we were at a bar in the Castro. Most of the men that night looked pretty damn good, owing, I suppose, to the effects of a lot of early stage infections. A few of them were the size of Tim and I. Those we ignored, since we assumed they were fully mutated. Other than a friendly word, they tended to ignore us too. The smaller ones, though, were staring at us big ones like crazy. We concentrated on the ones that had the most sex-crazed look in their eyes, because we knew they were the ones most likely to be on the verge of their “big” night.
At the end of the bar stood a gorgeous man we both wanted. He looked like an Asian/African mix. He had a broad, flat nose, full lips and narrow eyes His limbs were long and densely muscled. He had a very narrow waist, which made his broad muscular shoulders seem even wider. He wore a light green tank top. His hair was long and curly, shoulder-length. Both of us got hard-ons just looking at him standing across the bar. The long, straight bulges in our pant legs, thick as baseball bats and just as obvious, drew the attention of the men standing around us.
“I saw him first,” I told Tim.
“His momma saw him before anybody, but that don’t mean she gets to fuck him before I do.”
“Maybe he doesn’t like cowboys. He looks more sophisticated.”
“Oh, and you’re what sophisticated men go for, farm boy?” Tim hoisted his T-shirt, exposing his brick-like abs, and rubbed his stomach as he stared at the guy. The guy winked at him. “ ’Cuse me, darlin’. I gotta go collect my prize.”
It didn’t bother me that Tim introduced himself to the guy before I did. The evening wasn’t over yet. As far as I was concerned the guy was still up for grabs. I decided to give Tim a few minutes alone with him before I intruded, so I hit the men’s room. As I stood in front of the mirror, pissing into the metal trough the bar owners had made into a urinal, a tall, lean man wedged in next to me. He unzipped and started to piss, staring at my dick. I finished and was ready to tuck it back in my pants.
“That’s quite a piece of equipment you’ve got there,” he said. “I bet you haven’t met many men who can do it justice.”
I smiled at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean take the whole thing down their throats.”
“And you can?” I smiled wider. He didn’t know what he was getting into. Soft, it was only twelve inches long.
“’I’ve never failed yet.”
“And if you’re wrong?” I asked.
“I’ll give you the same deal I usually give. If I’m wrong, you can fuck me.”
“What’s so special about that?”
“You’d be the first.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders and backed into the empty toilet stall, pulling him with me. I sat him on the toilet and I stood facing him. My dick still hung outside my pants, only now it was beginning to get stiff at the thought of sex. He tugged on it. It got firmer and grew an inch toward his face.
His mouth was as narrow as the rest of his frame. I wondered how he’d get the head inside his mouth, but he opened wide and his lips stretched to accommodate. The heat of him made me swell another couple inches into the back of his mouth. Before he had time to start sucking, I reached full mast and forced my way into his gullet. He pulled back a little to inhale and then dove down on it.
On the first dive he got about half of me inside. It felt so good as he pulled his lips and tongue along the length of my cock, I wanted to bury it all inside of him that instant. I wanted to lose the bet. On the second dive he got all but an inch inside, and I decided this was too easy for him. I tightened the muscles at the base of my dick to hold the blood inside. The fresh blood rushing into it made it expand again. It felt like getting an erection all over again. My new friend’s eyes opened wide as it expanded. More of it pushed down his throat as it grew to eighteen inches, nineteen, twenty.
To his credit I buried at least eighteen inches of dick in him before we reached an obstruction inside his throat and I eased up. The longer it had gotten, the thicker it had gotten. It stretched his jaw near the breaking point. His mouth was so tight around my dick, he didn’t need to suck anymore to give me pleasure. All he needed to do -- all he had the energy to do -- was to relax as I fucked his face.
His eyes glazed over. His own dick, easily twelve inches and extraordinarily thick for such a thin man, stuck out of his fly, engorged to the bursting point. Given the size of his dick, it was easy to see where he got his appreciation for large meat, and why he was so motivated to do it justice whenever he encountered it. I milked his dick with my hand and I reached into his pants and pulled out his fat balls. I coated my hand with spit and lubricated it for him. He grabbed the bottom two thirds of it with both his hands while I worked the top third.
His moans vibrated his throat and took me over the edge. I buried as much of my cock down his throat as possible on the first shot, then pulled back and let his tongue and lips work on my super-sensitized cock head and drive me even wilder as I unloaded the rest.
After my spasms subsided, I pulled myself from his throat. My dick was softening, but it still hung down out of my open fly a good fifteen inches. My buddy was jacking his dick frantically now. I pulled his hands away from it and knelt in front of him. It was a snug fit inside the stall. My shoulders rubbed against the walls, and my legs stuck out under the door. I stared at his swollen cock, which was jerking now, then I looked up into his eyes and grinned. Slowly I extended my tongue. When more than three inches of it was out of my mouth, he gasped. The tip of it licked the piss hole of his dick, then slipped about a quarter inch inside and lapped the inside of his cock head. He tried to grab his dick, but I blocked him. He thrust his hips up, trying to push his cock into my face. I pulled my tongue out of his cock, then I slipped more of it out of my mouth and let it snake its way around his dick. I lowered my head as my tongue wound its way lower and lower. When it had reached his root, I had about a third of him inside my mouth. I pulled my head back slightly, tugging gently on his cock with my wet tongue, then I slide slowly forward until all of it was inside me, and my tongue was wrapped around his balls as well.
He was more than big enough to reach my hot spot. My heart was already pounding and my skin was tingling all over. I rocked back and forth with him inside me to rub a few inches of him on it. I clenched my lips around the base of his dick and sucked hard. His hands grabbed the sides of my head, but I was too strong. He couldn’t speed or slow my bobbing head one bit. He squirmed in the grip of my mouth. His arms and legs flailed. Finally, right at the moment I reached orgasm in my throat, he grunted and came down my throat.
When I stood up to tuck my dick back in my pants, my friend was collapsed against the toilet tank, limp.
“You’re not even human,” he said to me.
“And I’m not through with you yet. I intend to collect on our wager, but my buddy is waiting for me at the bar. Get dressed and follow me.”
I’d been away long enough for Tim to have talked his way completely into the pants of our longhaired beauty. When we walked up it looked like they were about ready to set their drinks down and head for the door. Nevertheless I introduced myself to the guy, whose name was Enrico, who it turns out is a model, although he paid the bills as a personal trainer. Of course I stumbled over the name of my new companion, because that was one thing we hadn’t exchanged. When he introduced himself, I found out his name was Walter.
“We were just on our way out,” Enrico told me, his eyes devouring my chest as he spoke. “We’re headed back to my place for a nightcap. Would you too like to join us?”
Ordinarily I wouldn’t have intruded on Tim’s situation, but after his bravado earlier, inserting myself into his fuck seemed like good clean fun to me, so I accepted for both Walter and myself. My back was turned to Tim, but I could imagine the disgust on his face. Outside the bar, it worked out that Tim and Enrico had the only two cars, so they couldn’t ride together. Tim tried to give me his car keys, but I volunteered to ride with Enrico, and Enrico politely accepted.
Enrico had one of those big old sixties sedans with wide front bench seats. After he had pulled out into traffic, I slide over next to him and slipped my left hand into his pants while I fondled his leg. Just the touch of my hands was enough to make him groan. I figured he was pretty far along in his transformation if he could feel that horny. Whoever took him tonight would definitely get a wild ride, and I wasn’t ready to concede that it would be Tim.
I wrapped by left hand around his big balls and squeezed, as I undid his pants with my right. His substantial equipment flopped out right there in my hands, firm and anxious to go. His dick was already over a foot long, and his balls were the size of lemons. Like the rest of him, his cock was beautifully shaped and proportioned. It looked good enough to eat. So I did. In one lunge I drew the whole length of it down my throat and massaged it with my throat muscles. The way it excited the hot spot in my throat took my breath away for a few seconds, but I recovered. I slid my tongue around his cock starting at the corona and kept wrapping it around until it was beyond the base and wrapped under his scrotum, tugging at his balls.
Enrico’s breathing was so erratic by then, I could only imagine what his driving was like. He was beginning to thicken and get even firmer, so I yanked open the top of my 501s to grab hold of my dick so I could jack myself while he was cumming. He caught sight of it as I gripped it and gasped. Just then he went stiff as a board and started pouring cum into my throat like a geyser. His intense excitement and a couple of full-length wanks on my piece were all it took to get me to shoot too. He jammed his hand down on my neck, urging me to keep him deep inside my throat, and lifted his hips off the seat, grinding the coarse hairs of his groin hard into my mouth. When I came up for air we were parked in the short driveway in front of his flat. Tim’s car was on the street behind us, paused just long enough to make sure it was us before he drove off to find parking.
Enrico lived in the bottom flat of a two flat house at the top of Potrero Hill. He led me up the short flight of stairs from the driveway inside and left the door to the flat ajar for Tim and Walter. I stopped him, slid my hands down the back of his still loosened pants, fondled his ass and kissed him in the darkened entryway. Naturally he was hard again, and I was too. But when the door started to open, Enrico broke off our passionate kiss and zipped himself up before Tim could catch us. I had hoped to take him away from Tim, but he obviously felt some sort of loyalty to him, or maybe he just dug him more than he dug me. I was just the hors d'oeuvre, even though it had been me who had done the eating.
Tim engulfed Enrico in his arms and they locked lips for longer than I cared to stand there counting seconds. When Enrico pulled away he suggested we all climb into the hot tub in his backyard. I wholeheartedly agreed, eager to get Enrico into more of a group encounter situation.
It was a typical chill San Francisco summer evening. There was a sturdy breeze through the postage stamp backyard that rustled the leaves of the tree next to the hot tub. We discarded our clothes at the water’s edge. Everyone’s dick was already hard. I sat next to Enrico, but before I could lay a hand on him, Tim started sucking on his prick, which stood straight up out of the water a good five inches, like a fleshy periscope. Tim wasted no time. In an instant his head was under water and he had his lips around the root of Enrico’s dick. Enrico’s massive arms were draped along the edge of the tub. Laid out flat against the tub’s edge, his shoulders were even more enormous, almost as big as his head, which was thrown back, his damp, long hair pinned behind it. He twisted his torso as Tim sucked, corkscrewing his dick inside Tim’s throat. He groaned through an open-mouthed smile. Tim’s giant back arched above the water line like the hump of a sea serpent. All the rest of him was under the water, working Enrico over. Dick and I could both hold our breath indefinitely – a side effect of the virus’ changes to our bodies. It was how the virus helped us take huge cocks down our throat.
Watching Dick take Enrico was making me begin to salivate. I reached over to Walter without taking my eyes off them and pulled him toward me. He was so mesmerized by the sight of them, I don’t think he noticed I hadn’t been paying attention to him. I sat him down on my lap with my prick between his legs, rubbing under his large balls and the underside of his own large dick. Both of them stuck almost a foot above the water. I tugged at his nipples and licked his back, but we didn’t really need any foreplay. We were both already over excited. I drew his knees up to this chest, lifted him out of the water by the ass and positioned his asshole at the tip of my prick. Walter’s asshole was so virgin, so tight, that even the weight of his whole body pressing down on my dick head wasn’t enough to force it inside. He squirmed a little. I held him firmly and pulled him down harder as I forced upwards. It was like trying to fuck a brick wall! I pulled him down and drove harder. He opened up and the head of my dick slide inside, but his sphincter locked almost painfully tight around the underside of my cock head. Still, with the end of my dick inside his hot ass, all I wanted was to get in deeper. Walter began to struggle. He was suspended in air, way above the water, partially impaled on my dick.
“Relax,” I said in a deep calm voice, “I promise you you’re going to love this.”
I stroked his chest gently with one hand and rubbed the length of his dick with the other. He began to relax. His weight began to drag him down along my cock a little. I drove upwards again. I got almost half way in. I lifted him up a little and pushed back in, just a little deeper.
Walter moaned. I could tell he was starting to get off on the sensation of being stuffed full of giant cock. I held his legs tight to his chest and twisted him around to face me, at the same time cork screwing my cock deeper inside him. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth was wide open. I was starting to lose myself in the fuck too. His still super-tight sphincter was passing over the last few inches of my dick, down towards the base where it widened. When I got completely inside him, I felt ectastic. Both of us were content to stay still and enjoy the sensations, until, after a few minutes of stillness, Walter’s dick started squirting spontaneously, great globs of thick milky cum.
As the cum poured out of him, I started fucking him again, in full, deep strokes. With each stroke I lifted us further out of the hot tub, until I was standing up, cradling Walter, who was completely outside the water, by the ass. Still inside him, I walked up the steps and laid him on his back in the grass, his legs over my shoulders, and started fucking him in earnest. It wasn’t long before his ass squeezed the first load from my dick.
Walter began to get hard again as he felt my cum squirt against his insides. He rubbed his hands over my balloon-like pecs, then steadied himself with his hands on my biceps. Even his large hands barely covered the front of my arms. Every stroke of my dick into his ass drew another squirt of cum from my prick. No matter how many times I squirted I didn’t seem able to stop. Not that I was anxious to stop! I was enjoying myself so much I realized I had forgotten all about Tim and Enrico! This skinny little guy had to have the best ass on the planet! And he’d been keeping it hidden far too long! Tim was still deep-throating Enrico’s log, but Enrico was watching us with his eyes wide open. He gripped Enrico’s head with his hand like a basketball and vigorously pumped his head up and down. My entire body tingled as I poured more and more cum into Walter’s ass. I felt Walter’s hands all over my chest, arms and shoulders. Sweat flew off my damp hair as I shook my head and clenched my teeth.
Suddenly Enrico bucked his groin up out of the water, with a loud moan, taking Tim up with it, his lips wrapped tightly around Enrico’s dick. As he surfaced suddenly, Tim looked like a sea monster. His enormously broad back was almost a big as a whale’s. Tim’s Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed huge gulps of Enrico’s cum and continued to tug his lips and tongue along the length of his dick. Tim’s dick was erupting too, without even being touched. Before either