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From the Archives - Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 16: Reel 'Em In
🕑 Added 2023-11-23 14:32:33 +0000 UTC*** Still getting caught back up with everything. Thank you for your patience! ***
Todd winced as he rolled over and slipped off the bed, his beast of a cock swaying heavily against his toned thighs. It had been weeks since his freakish growth spurt, and the wiry young man still wasn’t used to having a cock that reached his knees, at least while soft. As soon as he got hard, which happened easily and often, the impossible monster would grow from fourteen inches to a thick nineteen, leaving the fist-sized head looming just below his chin. It was like having a third arm, only instead of attaching to an elbow the insatiable beast terminated at a set of balls so full they looked like he had a cantaloupe between his legs.
And the churning orbs weren’t just for show. When Todd came he was like a fountain, his obelisk of a cock erupting in a stunning display of force that inevitably left his surroundings a sticky mess. He was quickly becoming accustomed to the sensation of dried cum matting his short, dark hair, and the feeling of the warm fluid trickling over his broad shoulders and down through the crevices of his defined frame. Todd never imagined that he’d ever be so familiar with the taste of his own juices, but then again, the thought that he’d have a cock big enough to hug against himself and lick around his own head also never crossed his mind.
It was still too soon for Todd to admit that he was starting to enjoy it. He’d never experienced anything close to the overwhelming intensity that his orgasms had become. When his statuesque cock exploded there was no room in his mind for anything other than the soul-shattering ecstasy coursing through the entirety of his being. The embarrassment over his altered appearance, the anxiety he felt over his strange new attraction to men, his envy at watching other guys still be able to plunge their own rigid members in and out of someone else; it all faded away in the glorious release. It was like being reborn every time, and with each eruption there was less and less worry when his head cleared.
Though he still didn’t love leaving the house. It was difficult enough adjusting to his lower half being constantly exposed around friends in his own apartment, let alone showing his new behemoth off all over town. Underwear was entirely out of the question, but Todd learned that he could at least wear a pair of loose joggers when he needed to put something on. The thin cotton did nothing to obscure his freakish package, and it never took long for people, especially other men, to notice. Todd felt a surprising solidarity with the women in town as he watched man after man stare at his crotch while they talked, instead of looking him in the eye. There was no subtlety or stolen glances, just open, lustful ogling. It would have been humiliating on its own, but the issue was further compounded by the desperate passes and pleading for his number that inevitably followed, a display that usually attracted more attention and only made the situation worse when other guys started joining in. Usually he would walk away, but every now and then Todd’s eager beast would decide it liked the attention and rocket to life, leaving him to waddle awkwardly with the throbbing club sticking out of the top of his pants and up under his shirt to stay mostly covered.
Staying in was better, but even that brought its own set of challenges. By now just about everyone he knew had seen his inflated cock in all its glory, and while most of the guys had then experienced it firsthand, he still felt awkward sitting around in just a t-shirt while the rest of the room wore pants. He knew he could have covered himself up with a sheet or a towel, but even thinking about obscuring his massive endowment felt wrong. It was as if it needed to be seen, and Todd was starting to think that was the reason he got hard so easily in public whenever a crowd of hungry guys was around.
Whatever the reason, the end result was Todd hanging around at home with his fattened balls and perky cheeks constantly on display. Fortunately, with the persuasive pull his altered equipment gave him he’d been able to institute a new rule, so now whenever the guys came over they kicked off their shoes and dropped their shorts and underwear as soon as they were through the door. But while this eased Todd’s awkwardness, it made getting anything done a challenge. Whether they were going to play video games or watch football, having a half-dozen fit, horny young men sitting around with their pants off meant they never made it long before things turned into a frenzy.
Todd couldn’t blame them. He was usually the one setting things off, as his monster rod would be the first to reach full mast. Once that happened, nothing else mattered. His leaking head was a beacon, calling to all the other slumbering cocks in the room until everyone was aching and eager.
He’d fought against it at first. Suddenly finding himself irresistibly attracted to other men was confusing and embarrassing for the handsome young lady’s man, but it was the one aspect of his new life that he’d quickly gotten used to. The looks of pure adoration that bordered on worship in his friend’s eyes certainly helped the situation, as did the rush of power that came with his ability to make them do whatever he wanted.
Since he could no longer fit his impossibly large equipment inside another person, Todd did his best to live vicariously. He loved watching his friends thrust into each other, and the looks of surprised ecstasy on their faces as the normally-straight men had their minds expanded in ways they never imagined. If he couldn’t be the one doing the fucking, seeing the strapping hunks reduced to quivering, whimpering piles of muscle at the end of one of their buddy’s dicks was the next best thing as far as Todd was concerned. He could still pump his hips and grind his behemoth of a cock against one of his friend’s hairy torsos, but the size threw off his technique, and it only ended up reminding him more of his limitations than anything else. Still, he couldn’t complain about having the entire group work him at the same time. When they were done with each other they turned their attention to him, groping and licking and worshipping his spraying beast like an idol. Though he’d had as many as seven guys going at him at once, the previous night had been a comparatively slow one, leaving only Steve and Luke still slumbering in his bed.
“Never thought I’d look forward to this,” Todd sighed as he waddled into the kitchen. He still hated to admit how much he’d grown to enjoy waking up wedged between a pair of solid, muscled bodies. One set of sturdy arms around him was nice, but two were preferable, and if he woke up in a bigger pile than that it was even better. There was a thrill that came with opening his eyes to a mound of slumbering, naked muscle. Seeing men who otherwise strutted around town and competed with each other for women wrapped contentedly around one another with him at the center filled Todd with a rush like he’d never felt before. He started to open the cabinet, but the altered man paused at the sound of bare feet padding down the hardwood floor of the hall behind him.
“Mornin’,” Steve yawned, his solid cock wagging wildly as the dark-haired pretty-boy jogged down the hall. “You should’ve woke us up, dude,” he said, giving Todd’s tight bubble a squeeze as he took up the other man’s position at the counter.
Todd grinned and stepped back, his eyes traveling up and down Steve’s tapering, athletic frame. The fit young man had the kind of body most guys longed for, with broad shoulders, big arms, a tight waist, and a firm, round ass that was offset by a pair of legs that were strong without being bulky. Coupled with his sharp features and jet-black hair Steve could have easily had anyone in town, but instead he was naked and hard and eagerly making coffee in Todd’s kitchen.
The altered man was learning that even though he had some kind of initial pull over another guy’s behavior, after enough exposure he didn’t have to command them at all. They had an instinctive need to take care of him, and though his masculine pride had made him fight against being treated like some kind of helpless princess at first, Todd was quickly warming up to the idea of someone else doing the cooking and cleaning and paying all the bills. “I figured you two needed the sleep,” he said with a grin.
“Right? Fuck, man, Luke wore me out last night. My ass is gonna be sore for days,” he laughed, giving one of the plump cheeks a squeeze.
“You make those kinds of faces when you’re fucking a girl?” Todd asked, dropping into a nearby chair. His mammoth beast started twitching at the memory of Steve’s wild-eyed, slack-jawed whimpering, and the way he howled and groaned constantly.
Steve blushed and ran one hand through his messy hair while the other absently reached for his aching cock. “Fucking a girl doesn’t feel that good,” he said with an embarrassed sigh.
“That’s because she doesn’t have one of these,” Luke said as he lumbered into the room and gave his wide hips a shake, wagging his thick club back and forth. The tattooed giant was one of Brandon and Craig’s friends from the gym, a pug-faced meathead built like a brick wall with a cock that was just as thick and sturdy as the rest of him. “I stripped off the dirty sheets and put some fresh ones on there,” he said, beaming with pride when Todd smiled at him and gave one of his granite globes a squeeze. Luke could have picked the lean, overly-hung man up with one arm, but he looked almost nervous as he squirmed under Todd’s gaze.
“Thanks, big guy,” Todd said, patting Luke’s bulging muscle gut while Steve turned and shook his cheeks in their direction.
“Bet she doesn’t have one of these, either,” he said, giving the bald bull a wink over his shoulder.
Luke grinned and wrapped his arms around Steve from behind, making the dark-haired jock look small in his grip. “Yeah, who would’ve guessed you had the best pussy in town?”
“NNNGGG!” Steve grunted, his eyes going wide when Luke popped his hips and slipped inside. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned, the desperate look he gave Todd causing the other man’s rising giant to fully extend.
Everyone knew that, just weeks before, such a scene would have been impossible. The handsome Steve never would have submitted so eagerly to another man fucking him, nor would Luke have even wanted to, and neither of them would have done it in front of someone else. Now, his rigid monster looming like a radio tower beaming out waves of uncontrollable lust, Todd watched the dark-haired pretty boy grip Luke’s rough hands against his pecs, bucking in time with the bigger man’s thrusts while his untouched cock flung strands of sticky precum all over the floor.
It was just as jarring for Todd to find himself so eager to watch. He ran both hands slowly along his enormous new shaft before wrapping his arms around himself in a hug. He knew he should have been embarrassed at the way he pumped his hips and worked the throbbing tree trunk with the entirety of his lean frame, but once he started it was hard to think about anything else.
There’d been plenty of room for humiliation in the beginning. Todd had been mortified the first few times he’d given into his urges in front of a captive audience, but, like his increasingly potent effect on the other men, the more he submitted the less it seemed to bother him. Now the other two were barely a thought as his eyes drifted shut and he began licking at his looming tip, grinding the aching beast between his arms and his toned pecs.
“MMMMMmmmmm….” Todd groaned, his eyes fluttering open when he felt another warm tongue on the other side of the oozing trunk. The flitting tongue was joined by a set of strong hands as Steve, with Luke still slamming into him, began kneading Todd’s oversized balls and stroking the wide base while their faces drifted closer together.
“Fuckin’ taste so good…” Steve whimpered, his lips brushing against Todd’s as they nuzzled the leaking girder. The penetrated hunk went out of his way to lap up as much of the increasing flow as he could, seeming to relish the sensation of the warm fluid running down his face.
Todd let go of himself and sat back in the chair, giving Steve unfettered access. The other man took full advantage, wrapping his muscled arms around the pulsing behemoth and lubing his chiseled pecs as he writhed against it. Todd felt Steve spray against him when Luke pushed him over the edge, the impressive release seeming pitiful by comparison. The lapping pretty boy didn’t even seem to notice when Luke stopped pumping or when the beefy man’s release spilled out of his battered hole as his feverish attention was fixed solely on Todd.
“There we go,” the wiry man sighed, running a hand through Steve’s dark hair and across Luke’s bald scalp when both men dropped to their knees. They worked him in unison, each of them taking a side as Todd gasped and squirmed, the intensity quickly building to the breaking point.
More than the physical sensations, the sight of such impressive, masculine specimens as his two friends on their knees, worshipping his spurting geyser pushed Todd closer to the edge. His whole body was on fire, but it was the glassy-eyed looks of devotion on the two men’s faces that was really getting him off.
When the changes started, he’d initially thought of himself as a freak. After that first night under the pier with Bill, and then with Brandon and Craig, Todd was convinced that he’d been cursed. Not only were his days of hooking up with women over because of his inflated cock, he’d become irresistibly attractive to other men. And instead of being a source of pride, he was helpless to do anything other than show off his obscene equipment wherever he went. It felt like a nightmare.
Now, as the two naked studs debased themselves with a religious fervor, Todd knew he’d been given a gift. He’d never been the type to compare himself to other guys, but there was a special thrill in watching someone with a better body, or more money, or a prettier face, prostrate themselves before his throbbing idol. They always stared at his outlined beast like he was nothing more than a piece of meat, but it didn’t take long before they realized who was actually in control.
And they loved it. Bill still sent him money weekly, and on a whim he’d made Brandon and Craig prance around town in nothing but hot-pink speedos and cut off tank-tops just because he could. The outfits showed off the best parts of the two burly jocks, but more than how they looked it was the knowledge that they’d have done anything he’d asked that satisfied Todd. He could have given them corsets and high heels and they’d have just as happily obliged.
As his numbers swelled and the group of regular worshippers grew from his immediate friends to their acquaintances and beyond, Todd was starting to wonder just how far he could take things. He was already outgrowing his apartment, and he’d have to swap out his king bed for a cushioned floor before too long. He could already see himself, surrounded on all sides and served by a flock of naked, willing men like a king in a royal harem. Todd sighed at the thought, his fingers stroking through Steve’s raven locks. He paused from his fantasy to wonder how the handsome jock would look with a bald scalp like Luke, and he made a mental note to have the pretty boy shave his head when they were done.
But first he’d give Bill a call. He couldn’t be a king without a castle, and there were plenty of large, old houses in Kingsbury that would do just fine.
Comments
The Screaming Moist
I actually have a couple in the works! I’d planned to have them out this summer, but then I had a somewhat disastrous trip to Maine and that vibe was the last thing I was in the mood for. Still on the list, though!
Anonymous
It’s always so nice returning to Kingsbury Harbor. I keep rereading the stories over and over again and they never fail to deliver. It would be fun to have a new chapter just as a treat!
