Venturing Back

God damnit. My science is always in my bag, I keep telling myself that! This is the fifth time this year that I've had to go back and get my bag from my locker...I'm just glad that nobody has come in after me and shut me in one.

I'm gay. I came out a few years ago, and people don't exacitally....like that I "love da cock". I just find it more pleasing than the vagina...I mean, is that so wrong?

I walked into the locker room, hearing the shower going. I heard a guy whistling in there. Great. Now a NAKED homophobe wanting to kill me. Let alone kill me, but kill me with a hard-on, too!

I opened my locker when I heard it. A slip on the tile, a scream, and a loud thud. No more whistling. I figured that the only decent thing was to go and see what had happened.

A suspicious looking bar of soap sat at the shower entrance, and there he sat. God I had only dreamt of this, except for he was concious, and he was in a bed covered in roses.

His name was Kyle. He had bulging muscles and a hot sexy tan that I could barely resist when he was clothed. I picked him up...with difficulty, as he was quite heavy, and placed him in the dry. I got out my hoodie and put it under him, using a towel that he had to dry him off.

Hrm...What to do? Calling 911 would only embarrass him. I felt the top of his head for any bumps or cracks or bleeding. No. He seemed fine, just..sleeping.

And there it was. As I felt around on his head, something triggered it. His manhood was rising as though it was being pulled into action; throbbing, hard, veiny, and giant. It must have been...Well, it wasn't abnormal. Those freakishly cant-fit-it-in-my-ass cocks don't really do it for me. I had a boyfriend with one of those, and I couldn't sit down for a while afterwords.

No. Ambulence would embarrass him. I'll wait...And, well, I'll touch things that I've only felt in my fantisys. Grabbing his hard cock, I pumped it a few times. I loved giving mutual. I felt over his toned, fit body and his bulging pecs. I pinched a nipple. I even pressed my flat somach against his abs. God they were huge...How did he ever get so big? Other kids were big...Seph, Carl....But not this big. He was like..The Hulk or something. I sat back, figuring that any farther would be illigal, and sat down.

I'd just wait for him to wake up. If he doesn't wake within a few hours, I'll call.

I picked up my cell phone and told my mom that I was going to stay late to work in the library. She didn't care. She shunned me since I came out.

After a few chapters of my book later, he began to cough. Looking up, he blinked. "Wha..?" He said, trying to sit up.

"Don't." I said, kneeling next to him. I've been wanting to kneel next to him for a while but he was standing in all of those dreams. I had placed the towel that I had used to dry him off of over his manhood, which had made a large tent.

"I slipped, didn't I?" I nodded. "And you...You saved my life?" I nodded again. He grinned. "I don't know how to repay you. Wait...Yes I do. What's that you have there?"

I blinked. "Erm, this book? It's really good, you-" "No." He stood, apparently at full strength again. A new erection was forming. He stepped close and ripped off my shirt, literally. My god! He undid my pants.

"Mm. I thought. Poor small boy." He patted my small erection, like a puppy. I narrowed my eyes, thinking about how horrible this guy was. He nodded at me though. He went to his locker, opened it up. He had a box in there, and we never knew why. He said it was for his medicine. When he opened it up, there was a seringe in it.

"This will fix it up nice and swell." He said, emphasis on the last word. Sticking it in my arm, I blinked at him. What the fuck was this guy doing? He was injecting me with something....I felt my skin tighten. I was growing. As he said, I was 'swelling'. My dick was growing, too. I closed my eyes. It felt so good, like one thousand orgasms at one time. He grinned. "Now we can play."

He went down on my still-growing dick. "Mmm..Wait...This shouldn't still be doing this. How much did I give you?" He checked the seringe again, seeing that it was half way empty. "...oops. Oh well," he said, grinning. I suppose I was lucky. My dick was still growing, and he was on it. I think at around...probobly twelve inches it stopped. Damnit. I had an ass-ripper. I don't want an ass-ripper. And my muscles were gross now. Gross-sized. "Don't worry, it will go down." he said, reading my body language. And it did. This all happened so fast.

I was then perfect, as I do say so myself. He sucked me, his mouth riding on every nerve in my member. I moaned, throwing back my head. My voice deepened. I felt my neck. Bigger. Stronger. Everything was. Even my orgasm, as I found out later.

I stopped him and went down on him, stroking his abs, pecs, and heavy sack. "Mmmmmm.." he said, cumming in my mouth. He had cum a few times in his coma, so his balls were probobly empty.

But when I did..I went at it. I screamed. I howled, actually. "Oh, FUCK! Oh....fuck...man.....oh god......I'd move." He did. And it was a good thing. I came so hard that it actually hurt the first time, although the second time was pure bliss.

We lay on the floor of the room, him coming out to me, and me just plain cumming.