Chapter 3 - Geno-type pt. 3 

            Tyler swaggered off to the shower stalls and flung his towel over the side wall. He hesitated for a moment. He was starting to develop some exhibitionist tendencies, and he really wanted to keep the curtain open. He wanted to see how many people would watch him as he stood there under the warm stream lathering up each and every long inch of his body. As much as he wanted to give everyone a show they were sure to remember, he also wanted to take stock of his most recent growth spurt. He himself hadn’t even really seen the whole thing. All he knew was that the rate of growth was faster than the rate at which he was lowering the towel in his little striptease.

            Tyler closed the curtain behind him and he could hear some audible murmurs of disappointment from behind him. Getting quite the fan club, aren’t you? He thought to himself with a smirk. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt a dark urge rising. An urge to give them a show they will never forget, but he quickly stifled it. He still hadn’t had the chance to let Jake in on his “little” secret yet. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

            Tyler turned on the shower and cranked the heat. He loved a good hot shower. He washed his hair, and then quickly began to lather up and rinse off his body. When it came time to polish the lower horn he took his time, though. He surveyed his now massive tool. He had no idea how long it really was, but it dangled over halfway down his thigh. He had to struggle to keep from laughing. This was just too great to be true. He picked up his cock with both hands and felt its weight. He had his dick draped across both of his open palms and there was still plenty left over on each end to lazily droop down a few inches. It wasn’t just long either. His shaft had to be at least as thick as a can of coke.

            Next he checked on his balls. His nuts were amazingly huge now. Each one dangled several inches lower than they ever had before. In order to get a better feel for their size he grabbed one and gave it a light squeeze as he held on to it. Even though they were many times their original size they were just as spongy as ever. Each one was roughly the size of an orange now. There is no way he could hold both in just one hand. He stood there for a minute, a ball in each hand as he shifted his weight back and forth. He raised and lowered each hand in alternating rhythms as if he was balancing the two weights against each other.

            Tyler was lost in the feeling. Having a cock and balls that were at least three times their original size also amplified the sensation. He could feel a familiar pressure building up in his dick. Is skin was becoming much more sensitive to the touch. Each pellet of warm water felt like a tiny finger working his shaft. He had been hovering close to a semi since his little stage act on the bench. Now his monster was really springing to life. Some rational part of his mind wanted to fight it. He was still at school after all, and there were so many people who could see him. The partitions in between each little shower were only like five feet high. Anyone could easily look over and see what he was up to.

            In spite of the risk, or even possibly because of the risk, Tyler could not hold back. By this point he was almost fully erect. His cock was pointed almost straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down. His dick had always pointed straight up when he was hard, but now it had to fight a much tougher war with the forces of gravity. Despite this it steadily angled farther and farther upwards. He decided to help it along a little. He grabbed his rock hard cock at the base of the shaft. One hand above the other, almost as if he was holding a baseball bat. It was so thick he couldn’t even completely wrap his hand around it. Once it was fully pointed upwards Tyler noticed that the tip of his cock head reached a few inches above his belly button.

            Tyler began to pump up and down in a steady, rhythmic fashion. Since he was uncut the skin around the top of his penis massaged the tip for him as it rolled back and forth across the glans like the tide on the beach. He began to dribble pre faster and faster. The smell was more powerful than he could have imagined. It was salty. It was bitter. It was astringent. He could feel the pressure building up in his now hefty orbs. His legs began to feel unsteady. He quickly turned and leaned back against on of the partitions. He reluctantly pulled his left hand off his dick and put it up to his mouth in order to muffle his moans. He moved his right hand up over the tip and let the pre coat his palm. It wasn’t long before his hand was completely covered. Now that his hand was suitably lubricated he pushed the skin down from around the head and moved his palm across the top in a circular motion.

            Tyler’s abs began to tighten, his hips began to buck, his balls were pulling upwards as his whole body braced for what was sure to be the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He could feel it. It was time. He quickly slid his hand down from the tip and let nature take its course. He came hard; again and again. Each shot fired straight up in steady bursts. Each stream lasted for a good second or two to itself, and he fired several streams. He tried to count the shots, but after about five or six it became impossible to do so. The pleasure was so great that his mind was fogging up. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt like he his brain was set to a channel that didn’t pick up a signal; just snow.

            A few of the shot hit him square in the face, but most of them fire upwards towards the ceiling. The ceiling in the locker room was a good twelve feet up, and many of the bursts managed to hit it. Many others arced upwards and then came splashing back down. He was being showered in his own semen. It landed all over him; in his hair, on his chest, all up and down his arms and legs. When his finally stopped cumming he let himself slide down the wall, and he just sat there in the shower stall laughing silently to himself.    

            He was sitting in a pool of his own spunk probably an inch deep. The drain became stopped up early on, and now the excess water was overflowing into neighboring stalls. His balls ached, but still felt so good. His dick was now completely soft and it laid slung out in front of him, soaking in his juices. Tyler closed his eyes and turned his face upward. He continued to laugh silently to himself as the warm shower water and the jizz dripping off the roof continued to rain down on him. 
