Chapter 13 - Above Average Part 13

John watched with a mix of awe and disgust as Alan shoveled large quantities of food into his mouth. At first John was surprised Alan had ordered so much, but now it didn’t look like even the seven entrées would be enough for the massive, muscle stud. John slowly picked at his own burger and was wondering why he hadn’t ordered more for himself. He wasn’t anywhere near as huge as Alan, but the blond linebacker was pretty swole by most people’s standards. 

John took a bite of his food and used the time that he spent chewing to try and recover his scattered thoughts. For some reason he seemed really distracted all of the sudden. He knew they were having a pretty important conversation, but he could already feel the details of it leaving his memory. What he could remember, though, was that Alan had just admitted to wanting to see someone else. “So… what’s this other guy like?” John asked. The words came out slowly as if he were struggling to form them. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On one hand, he hadn’t really intended to go anywhere with his relationship with Alan other than maybe fuckbuddies and just college bros, but on the other hand it hurt to be one-upped. 

John never thought of himself as an egotist, but he did have it on good authority that he was widely sought after around campus. Just trying to think of what kind of guy Alan would choose over him flooded him mind with all sorts of images. What kind of guy was Alan interested in, anyway? John wondered. It made sense on some level that the absurdly buff Alan would be interested in other muscle dudes. The thought of there being someone out there even larger than himself made the linebacker’s head swim and his cock ache for release. John had been in a state of perpetually boned the entire dinner, and his most recent reverie had caused his dick to begin to lurch and shudder as it streamed pre. 

Alan could sense a bit of John’s trepidation and flashed the football stud his most disarming grin. “He’s a scrawny little nerd.” Alan replied pleasantly. Alan could actually see the gears in the football star’s head grind to a halt. John’s jaw went slack as his mouth hung open in shock. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing to do with looks. I mean, look at you. On a scale of ten, you’d be an eleven.” Alan quipped jovially. John began to blush in spite of himself. 

John usually let compliments slide right off of him. He received plenty on a daily basis, but then again, that is typical for a star athlete. He didn’t like the way the rest of the football team seemed to revel in their own accolades, especially when the team itself wasn’t very highly ranked. John had to think for a moment to remember what they were actually ranked. He seemed to remember that they weren’t even in the top fifty, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the most recent victory put them at number thirty, still not an amazing rank, but much higher than he thought for some reason. 

The fact remained, though, that he got plenty of comments on a daily basis, whether it be catcalls from girls and guys alike, or whether it be cheers from his teammates and gym buddies. It seemed like he never went more than an hour or two without someone giving him a “Looking good, stud” or “check out those muscles, bro.” He accepted the compliments graciously enough and then went back about his daily life, but hearing it from Alan was something else entirely. It was like being acknowledged by a hero or an idol. John simultaneously felt amazingly happy and completely undeserving. It was hard for him to think of himself as particularly buff or hot when he was in the presence of such an amazingly huge, muscular dude like Alan. 

John looked across the table at Alan and realized he really had no other words to describe his friend other than huge or some variant thereof which was slightly ironic given their height differences. John had always been the biggest guy wherever he went. At well over six feet tall and lousy with muscles, he had never felt small before, but this dude who was a good foot shorter than him, had over twice the muscle mass stacked onto his broad frame. That wasn’t even factoring in his cock, either. Alan’s monstrous dick simply dwarfed him in every way. 

John immediately wished he hadn’t let his mind drift to his bud’s massive dick. The vision of the towering cock was seared into his brain. John hunched over the table and tried to fight off his own overpowering need to cum. His whole body shuddered as he struggled in vain against his own arousal. Finally he let out a low grunting, groan of pure sexual release. His jizz erupted from his cock and crashed against the side of Alan’s monstrous wang. John’s cock was already mashed against the side of Alan’s humongous dick causing his cum to splatter everywhere. He could feel large gobs of is own spunk rolling down his own massive nuts. John’s mind was reeling trying to process all the sensory data that was flooding into it. His nuts felt impossibly full even as they continually pumped out more and more spooge. His dick was somehow pressing harder and harder against the side of Alan’s humongous cock. His clothes felt inexplicably tight. His jeans were literally popping at the seams as they struggled in vain to hold back his swelling delts and calves. As more and more stitches popped, large openings appeared along the seams, exposing much of the blond athlete’s bare skin beneath. 

Even his shirt felt impossibly tight. He didn’t even dare try to move for fear that his skin tight polo shirt would not be able to adjust. John took small, shallow breaths because even the rising and falling of his massive, pectoral shelf seemed to put excessive strain on the fibers of his shirt. His tip of his dick was now mashed so roughly against the side of Alan’s massive cock that the sensations were driving John mad. If he didn’t do something soon he’d find himself cumming all over again. 

He pushed off against the table and slid his chair back a few inches. The maneuver caused his biceps and triceps to bulge outward. The strain was too much for the short sleeves of his yellow polo. The fibers popped and shredded audibly as large tears formed on his sleeves. Finally the thick fabric band at the end of his sleeves gave up as well. Both sides popped open in unison with a loud snapping sound causing what was left of his sleeves to burst into tattered ribbons. John was so startled by the noise that he tensed up and inhaled sharply. He immediately wished he hadn’t. He could feel and hear various threads and fibers popping and fraying, especially those along his massive, muscular chest. He sat as still as possible and slowly exhaled, hoping that he could limit the damage, but it was for naught. Just as he began to relax he felt a slender, but firm hand grab his shoulder. 

“Hey, man, are you feeling alright?” came the concerned voice of their server. John instinctively jumped in his seat and sat bolt upright. The sudden movements proved to be far too much strain for his long suffering polo. The fabric exploded into ribbons as the forth of his tensing muscle slammed against the alright stretched too tight fibers. 

John was immediately struck by both the relief of being freed from his cloth prison and by embarrassment from being topless in such a public place. To make matters worse, he was now painfully aware that by moving his seat back several inches, he no longer had the relative coverage of the table to hide his enormous hard-on and massive nuts. Enough of his junk was hanging out past the edge that anyone who so much as casually glanced his way could tell that his cock was huge and flying free. The sudden eruption of his shirt had also managed to pry the various gazes off of his far more massive date and onto himself. John was now the center of attention, and he did not wish to be. 

There was no position that he could get himself into that would not show off his immaculate musculature. He had originally thought to hunch over the table and try to hide his face, but that just caused his lats and traps to bulge out. He could hear the murmurs of approval from some of the crowd. They were enjoying the view of his newly exposed muscles as well as the top of his two, buff, shapely ass cheeks that had begun to show over the waistline of his jeans when he leaned over. 

“Just relax and try and act natural. You are just going to draw attention to yourself if you don’t.” Alan said calmly. His voice was somehow soothing to John. John could already feel his heartbeat mellowing out and his nerves calming slightly. John began to notice that people were losing interest in him quickly. Most lustful gazes were once again fixated on his much bigger and much better endowed buddy. About the only person who was still fixated on John was their server who was still observing him skeptically. 

“Man, are you ok. Like, is there anything I can get for you/” Kyle asked. His brow was furrowed, and the concern he felt for the blond stud was clearly visible on his face. 

“Naw… I’m fine now, thank ya.” John replied politely. He was so distracted that a bit of his Southern twang slipped out unintentionally. Alan cocked an eyebrow as he noticed that the server seemed to stand up just a tad straighter and his cheeks looked just a tad pinker when John’s slow, deep drawl slipped through.  

“Well, if you need anything you know who to call, yeah?” The lanky waiter replied with a cheesy grin and an even cheesier thumbs up before turning and heading back into the kitchen. John thought it odd the way the waiter had a large serving tray held down over his crotch, but quickly put it out of his mind. 

“I think he likes, you.” Alan said with a sly smirk. John cocked his head to the side and gave Alan a befuddled look. “Anyways, that was quite the show you put on. I kinda wish I coulda grown so fast. I never got to burst from my clothes like that.” 

John instinctively crossed his arms over his chest in order to cover up his exposed pecs, but it didn’t really do much to help his condition. If anything, it caused his biceps and triceps to flex as well as his pecs, so that his arms and the visible parts of his chest became even more stunning. “What do you mean?” John asked shakily.

“Well, for me, my clothes kind of kept pace with me for a bit. You know, like how everything else around you seems to update to your new size?” Alan explained casually. John just furrowed his brow a little more to show that he was still very confused, but he began to relax a little and lowered his arms, leaving his amazingly buff chest and deeply cut abs openly on display. “I guess you just grew so much so fast that your clothes couldn’t adjust.” Alan explained with a nonchalant shrug as if this was the most natural thing in the world. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he couldn’t bring himself to disbelieve it either. The more he heard the more he knew that Alan was right, and more and more of his memories began to flood back. 

“Aww, heck. What am I gonna tell Ma.” John muttered as he surveyed the new changes to his body. As frightening as it was to think that he was now officially this big and buff and hung it was also kind of exciting. His body far surpassed anything he could have ever come up with in his wettest and wildest dreams. He ran his hands tenderly over each and every massive, rippling ab. He traced a path upwards towards his massive, bulging pecs and rubbed them while staring intently at their sheer size and density. He knew he used to have defined pecs before, but now he had what could only be considered cleavage. What was once a small dip between his two toned pectorals was now a deep, narrow crevasse between his two massive, brawny slabs. 

“No need to worry about that.” Alan replied with a smirk. “Everyone else will think this is how you always looked. Hell, even you thought this was how you always looked before I jogged your memory.” 

John looked back up from his muscular survey and stared at Alan in stunned disbelief. Once again he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and yet, deep down, he knew it to be true. The thought that he could have transformed into his current, glorious muscled form without even noticing seemed inconceivable, but the more he tried to remember, the more he realized that he had no idea of how big he was when he started. There was nothing left to prove that he had once been anything close to normal; nothing save for a gut instinct that was buried deep in his subconscious that is. 

“Hope. I’m not interrupting anything, guys.” The server cut in pleasantly. “Looks like you’re feeling better.” He added as he clapped a hand onto John’s massive, exposed shoulder and gave it a gentle rub which could have been seen as either reassuring or sensual depending on the context. 

“Not interrupting at all.” Alan replied kindly, but the smirk that was playing at the corners showed that he was up to something. “I was just talking with John here about whether or not you were going to ask him out.” 

The server and the star athlete both went rigid and gazed at Alan in shock. “What…?” They replied in unison. 

“What? It’s obvious that you dig him.” Alan continued to jovially prod Kyle. 

“Well… I mean, maybe. I mean, he’s hot and popular, and I’m just… me.” The waiter stammered. This was the first time Alan had seen Kyle get flustered, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. 

“And besides, he’s not even gay.” Kyle continued. His gaze shifted from Alan to John as he talked and his eyes seemed to plead with John to prove him wrong. John was too stunned to say or do anything. 

Alan began to regret putting the two of them on the spot like that. He had thought it would be fun to play matchmaker, and it was obvious that Kyle had his sights set on the buff, blond, football star. Alan had a pretty good idea that their server swung that way when they first got seated, but as the night went on, it became clearer and clearer that Kyle was more than a little infatuated with John. Alan had also figured that John was ready to be a bit more open about his sexuality, especially since he was on a date with someone who was so huge that it would be impossible to try and sneak in under the radar. Although, Alan realized that, clandestine under the table hand jobs aside, the two of them hadn’t done anything that would really tip anyone off to their sexualities. As far as any of the onlookers could tell, the two of them were a couple of super jacked muscle bros out for a casual dinner. 



Kyle regained his composure quickly enough and stood up straight and adjusted his tie before speaking. “Sorry for interrupting. I have other tables to attend to. Feel free to call me or any of the other servers if you need anything.” The waiter replied flatly. He adjusted his fashionable, square frames and gave the two a curt nod before turning and heading to other tables. 

“Aww, shit. I bet he thought I was messing with him.” Alan lamented. Alan’s gaze shifted back to John who was looking visibly conflicted. “Come on, man. Are you interested or not?” Alan prodded his blond buddy. 

“He is kinda cute… an’ seems sweet.” John muttered as he mulled it over. 

“but…?” Alan prodded. 

“But… what do I do? Do I flag him back down? Do I apologize?” John rambled rapidly. 

“First you have to decide two things. Are you interested in him?” Alan stated plainly. John didn’t hesitate to nod at this. “And second, are you ready to be out yet? I know you said you wanted to be more open, but this is a big crossroads for you. If you ask him out now it’s pretty much an official coming out statement, but if you don’t act quickly, he’s going to think we were just a couple of dumb jocks picking on the obvious queer.” 

John looked back and forth between Alan and Kyle. The waiter had moved to the far side of the room and was making a conscious effort to not look back in their direction. John made a slight motion to get up from his seat, but the soft thump of his still fully boned cock against the underside of the table convinced him not to. He raised a hand and tried his best to beckon the brown haired server back to their table, but Kyle was still completely ignoring them. 

“Hello, did you need something?” came the sweet voice of a young woman in her early twenties. She had long black hair and a uniform very similar to Kyle’s. The name on her tag read “Tiffany.” 

“Huh. I thought as much.” Alan mused. 

“Huh? What.” John asked. He was confused and it showed on his face. 

“This is our real server, or rather the person assigned to our area.” Alan stated plainly. “Let me guess. Kyle over there specifically asked to work this table, even though it’s way out of his zone, right?” Alan asked their new server. 

“Yeah, actually. Poor guy.” She replied sweetly.

“Sorry, miss, but could ya ask him to come over here?” John cut in. His voice was little more than a hurried mumble, but she seemed to understand him.

“I can try, but I can’t guarantee anything.” She replied skeptically, but turned to catch up to her coworker. 

“She’s a good friend.” Alan mused as he watched the waitress jog across the restaurant to catch up to Kyle. 

“Huh?” John asked. He was still pretty uncertain as to what exactly was going on. 

“Watch her.” Alan explained as he pointed over to where the two servers were talking. “she’s telling him that we want to speak with him again, but she’s warning him against it.” The two servers looked up and back towards the two muscular guys. Kyle seemed to look momentarily interested, but then turn his gaze downward. “I’d do the same in her situation, honestly. If you want his attention, you have to go over there yourself. Show some initiative. Even if it’s just to apologize, you should be the one to go to him.” 

“You should be th’ one apologizin’. Ya called him out.” John muttered. 

“But you dropped the ball, and you’re the one who wants to ask him out, right?” Alan explained. “Now get out there and make me proud, champ.”

“I’m not your champ.” Jon muttered, but a slight smile was playing at the corner of his mouth, and his accent had begun to submerge again. 

“You’re everyone’s champ, ‘cowcatcher.’” Alan replied with a playful wink. John groaned at the nickname, but steeled his resolve to go out there and talk to the guy. 

“I’m not going out there like this, though.” John said flatly as he focused his attention on his crotch. 

“But that’s how you always look.” Alan explained matter-of-factly.

“Not what I was referring to.” John grunted. It was then that Alan realized what John was doing. The linebacker had a both beefy hands on his massive, meaty cock and was trying his hardest to stroke the enormous shaft. He pumped vigorously and rapidly, trying to bring himself to climax in record time. It didn’t hurt that he started at such an already rock hard and aroused state. He was already streaming pre before he even laid a finger on his dick. 

“I don’t think that’s such a good…” is all Alan managed to get out. John was already hunched over and moaning loudly. A second later, his cock erupted like a volcano of jizz. Huge, gooey splatters of cum crashed into the side of Alan’s already saturated cock. Still, John continued to pump his shaft vigorously. The muscles in his arms and chest bulged and flexed from the exertion of handling his gigantic tool in such a way. John’s previous shots throughout the evening had all been accidental. This was something else entirely. This was a focused, intentional effort to drain every last ounce of cum from his enormous beach ball nuts. John was dead set on getting his cock soft before he made his trek across the diner. 

Wad after thick, gooey wad arced from his cock and pooled on the floor. The thick bog of cm that had formed under them had already begun to spread outwards from under their table, coating much of the surrounding carpet in spunk, and John was showing little sign of stopping. His breath was coming in in ragged gasps in between intense powerful shudders that rocked his entire body each time his cock flexed and erupted anew. 

John’s deliberate, public masturbation had gotten Alan hot under the collar in ways nothing else that evening had. Alan had been doing an amazing job of keeping his own libido in check, even in spite of the constant teasing he was giving his steadily growing friend, but John’s sensual moans and primal grunting burst a dam deep within Alan’s resolve. All that pent up sexual desire came bubbling to the surface. Alan’s long dormant cock, which had been steadily seeping pre all evening had finally stirred to life. His gargantuan cock shuddered and lurched as it struggled to hold back the tidal wave of spooge that had been building for hours. The massive, spongy head of his dick puffed up aggressively as if to warn the other diners of the impending flood. Alan hopped off his seats and staggered to his feet as best he could, but his legs were already feeling weak.

“Well, wish me luck.” John said unsteadily as he too got to his feet. He was completely oblivious to the chain reaction he had set off inside his massively brawny, pal. Alan didn’t even register what John had said. He was shuddering and his breath was getting short, but he had just barely managed to hold back the wall of spooge. He let out a sigh of relief, but he was distracted by a distinct sound coming from the linebacker’s direction. 

John hopped down from his seat and turned to walk towards their former server. He was momentarily dazed by just how huge his cock and balls were now. The thick, heavy shaft was so big that it rivaled his own impressive waistline for sheer girth. His massive, bean bag chair sized balls hung down past his knees, and his dick was now so large that it drooped over his hefty nuts, then hung down to the ground and still had enough length left over for the plump head to rest solidly on the ground. 

John barely made it more than two steps before he started to feel the tightness in his pant legs. He had forgotten one of the other side effects of his growth and was beginning to realize what it was that Alan had tried to warn him about. What was left of the seams began to pop, and the large tears and gaps became larger as the fabric was stretched even thinner. John froze like a deer in headlights. He had somehow come to accept that his monstrous cock and balls were going to be hanging out no matter what he did, but he wasn’t ready to be completely naked, definitely not like this. He tensed up and hoped that his jeans would keep it together, but it was not to be. The denim shredded loudly, and once again, all eyes in the restaurant were fixated on him as the tattered remnants of his pants split wide open from the force of his expanding brawn. The shredded ribbons fell from his buff legs like confetti, leaving him standing in the center of the restaurant completely nude with the exception of his two white, cum-soaked tennis shoes. 

John tried to put it out of his mind. He was already committed to what he was about to do, and once he decided to do something, he always made sure to see it through to the end. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and then continued his slow, deliberate march across the diner. His massive quads flexed with every step as his magnificent muscles propelled him forward. Each sway of his hip caused his humongous, shapely, beefy ass to bob and sway and flex. Try as he might to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, John was in fact slightly turned on by it. A fact which his steadily chubbing cock refused to allow him to keep a secret. His dick had already hardened to the point where it had begun to lift off the ground. His humongous, thick dick bobbed and swayed in time with his heavy footfalls. 

Alan looked up when he heard the shredding fabric, and he was greeted by the amazing sight of the huge, buff linebacker’s last vestiges of clothing falling off of him like the last leaves from a dead tree. John’s absolutely glorious ass was suddenly revealed for Alan’s staring pleasure. Alan tried to pry his eyes away and return his focus to keeping himself from creaming the entire restaurant, but the second John continued his march. Alan was completely fixated. John’s thick, glorious glutes swayed seductively before Alan’s eyes. He continued to struggle in vain against his own arousal. His painfully pent up nuts began to rock back and forth as they began to seize up. Despite Alan’s best effort to keep all his spunk down, large gobs of spooge were already dribbling out the tip of his painfully erect cock. 

Jon finally reached his target, but once he was there he couldn’t seem to find the words. He just stood there, shifting his weight awkwardly as he silently stared down at the far shorter and much thinner server. 

Kyle couldn’t bring himself to say anything either. His idol and crush filled his entire field of vision. The massive, buff, jock towered over him, and even the linebacker’s enormous cock was thicker than the server’s lithe body. Kyle chewed his lower lip nervously and played with a lock of his wavy brown hair as he stared into the John’s vast, beefy chest. Each individual pectoral muscle was as big as Kyle’s entire torso. Kyle’s eyes managed to drift lower and score out the deep ridges of John’s eight pack abs and then drift even lower to gaze at the linebacker’s glorious cock. The football star’s dick was topped off with a dense but neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubes, and the shaft itself was lined with huge, thick veins that ran along the length of the four foot monster. Kyle watched in awe at the steadily hardening behemoth. The head of the cock brushed against the inside of Kyle’s legs as it steadily rose higher and higher. Kyle gasped slightly as the head of John’s colossal dick pressed up against hiss own package. The front of Kyle’s pants was quickly coated in the pre that was steadily oozing out the tip of John’s cock. Kyle looked up and up past the massive shelf of pecs and gazed into the linebacker’s eyes. John appeared to be embarrassed, but his cock was telling a completely different story. 

“So…” John began awkwardly.

“So…” Kyle repeated as if in a daze. 

“Sorry about earlier. I mean it, man. I just froze, y’know? I really would like to get to know ya… if’n yer still interested?” John fought a losing battle against his nerves, his accent, and his erection as he struggled to find the words to say to the cute little waiter. Kyle definitely had a lot of the features that John found attractive in a guy; cute smile, nice fashion sense, nice build, and very good hygiene. 

“Yeah… I mean… This is what I think it is, right? This isn’t another joke, is it?” Kyle wanted to believe it was true, but he also didn’t dare get his hopes up. It was pretty hard to deny the evidence though. Even if John appeared to be the type that could flawlessly pretend to be so awkward and cute when trying to ask someone out, it would be pretty hard to fake the towering erection the Kyle was now staring down. The head of John’s rigid cock was standing at just a bit above eye level for the massive linebacker. Kyle placed a hand on John’s cock. He couldn’t even really say why he did it, but he just had to feel it for himself to be sure that it was real. This was turning out to be the most surreal night of his life. It far surpassed even his wettest dreams. 

“It’s not a joke…” John murmured. “Would ya… like to hang out sometime? Maybe a movie er somethin’?” Kyle didn’t even have a chance to respond. Almost immediately after John’s question they both heard the sound of glass clattering to the ground and barstools toppling over.  John turned around and Kyle quickly scurried to his side to see what had happened. 

Alan couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to blow any second and he didn’t really want to do it here, especially not with so many innocent bystanders. He liked drenching his fans in cum as much as the next guy, but most of the people here were just looking for a nice evening with their friends or loved ones. 

Alan hopped down from his perch atop several clustered bar stools. He almost slipped and fell as his feet made contact with the thick puddle of Jon’s cum that had accumulated under their table, but he managed to steady himself by grabbing onto the edges of the table. Alan found himself in quite a predicament. The table was mounted securely to the floor, and his dick was nestled snugly underneath it. It had swollen and hardened so much during their dinner that it was now snugly caught between the table legs. He slowly backed up, knocking the barstools out of the way as he did so. Sweat was trickling down his brow and his breathing was becoming labored as he felt the metal bars of the table legs digging into the sides of his shaft as he moved. He was beginning to accept that he had no chance of getting out of here without drenching the room in his jizz. His cock was already spurting globs of spooge out onto the floor as it moved even despite his best efforts to keep everything down. His legs were also feeling so weak that he doubted he could make it more than a few steps. 

Just about everyone’s attention was still fixated on John and the linebacker’s bizarre and erotic attempt at flirting. The only person other than Alan who was aware of the problem’s the super massive muscle stud was facing was Alan and John’s new waitress. Tiffany’s eyes fell upon the gargantuan shuddering shaft of Alan’s cock and immediately realized what was happening. She quickly jump into action and tried to get people who were in the line of fire out of the way. 

Alan had finally managed to pull the last foot of his colossal cock out from under the table. It looked like he might actually be home free as the head of his dick slipped free, but his relief was short lived. In the brief second of weakness he had not taken into account that the table was all that was holding his cock downward. As soon as he pulled the head loose, his cock sprung upward and slapped against the roof of the diner audibly. The impact sent shockwave up and down the eleven feet of his massive dick. The waves of sheer pleasure arced through his entire body. His legs gave out from under him, and he landed with a splat on the jizz soaked floor. He tried to stop his fall, but he had nothing nearby that could support his weight. The barstools that were around him clattered noisily to the ground as he fell. He let out a low roar of pure, sexual release as he cock tensed up and erupted. Massive wads of jizz rained down upon the diner, coating anything, everything, and everyone in the line of fire. 

Most of the patrons had been evacuated from the initial blast area, but Alan was so pent up that there seemed to be no end to the amount of jizz that was flowing from him cock. Spurt after thick, gooey spurt, rained down upon the diner. The spooge flooded the floor and continually rose higher. Alan’s mind was too overcome by the glorious euphoria of release to even fight it anymore. Alan could feel the spooge pooling over his ankles as he continued to moan blissfully from the release. 

John and Kyle stared in awe as the torrent of jizz rained down upon the diner. Tables and chairs and food and drink all became saturated with the stud’s cum. “God that’s hot…” Kyle moaned. 

“yah…” was all that John could muster in response. His own cock was rock hard and shuddering for release after witnessing such a lewd scene play out before him. Pre was flowing from the tip of his cock like a waterfall as t cascaded down his shaft and over his balls before pooling on the floor below him. 

“Yanno…” Kyle said with a bit of a sultry tone. “It’s already such a mess here… what’s a little more?” He asked as he ran his hands along the length of John’s massive, shuddering dick. 

“I don’t think…” was all John managed to get out before Kyle’s tender touch caused him to inhale sharply. John was struggling too hard to keep his load down to even manage the most basic of words. 

“The place is practically deserted.” Kyle explained. “And you look like you’re going to blow even without myself. At least let me enjoy it a little.” Kyle was slightly surprised at how easily John had complied. He had originally not intended to actually go through with it. He had just started feeling up the linebacker’s glorious cock, but the more he felt the more he needed. Something about how the massive, hung dude being so meek and subservient was really turning him on. John sat back on the floor and offered his cock up to Kyle to do whatever he wished with it. Kyle was at first too stunned to do anything other than stare at the massive shaft which was bigger around and barely a foot shorter than he was. Kyle wanted to shed his uniform and make sweet passionate love to the blond bombshell before him, but he knew he was officially still on the clock. Whatever lurid catastrophe might befall the diner, he still had to stay in uniform. That said, the state that his uniform must remain in was up for discussion. 

Kyle wrapped both arms around John’s massive cock and began stroking it vigorously. The heavy flow of jizz saturated his white, button up shirt causing it to become see-through and cling to his lithe body. He could feel the linebacker’s immense dick shuddering in his arms as he continued to pump up and down. The fully exposed head of John’s massive, cut cock pressed against Kyle’s chest as he hugged it tightly. The scent of John’s pre was intoxicating. Kyle needed to have more of it. He leaned forward and placed his mouth against the slit of John’s cock and began slurping down the delicious pre. The maw of Johns cock was far larger than Kyle’s mouth. It was so large in fact that Kyle could just about bury his face into the opening as if he was washing his face in a sink. He nuzzled up closer to the huge, spongy head and could feel it puffing up against his chest. 

Kyle could feel that John wouldn’t last much longer and so he stepped back and waited to be bathed in his jock’s cum. John shuddered and struggled against his own urge to cum, but finally it got the better of him. He moaned as his jizz arced through the air and crashed down upon the lithe server. Kyle fell back into the lake of Alan’s jizz and let Jon’s spunk rain down upon him. In no time at all he was completely covered from head to toe in the two muscle gods’ mixed juices as well as a little of his own. It would have been impossible to differentiate his own meager wad from the flood of spunk that he was currently bathing in. 

Finally the torrent of cum tapered off, leaving all three of them winded and overcome with joy. Kyle staggered over to John and curled up beside the massive, blond stud. 

“Oh, man… we trashed yer place.” John murmured lazily. 

“It’s fine.” Kyle replied as he pulled himself up onto John’s massive chest. John’s torso was now so broad and brawny that Kyle could easily rest atop him and have plenty of room to spread out. The waiter rested his head atop one of the linebacker’s massive pecs and lay there for a moment listening to the beating of the stud’s heart and feeling the rise and fall of John’s chest. “There’s a cleaning system in place for something like this. This isn’t the first place around campus you megas have wrecked, and I doubt it’ll be the last.” Kyle explained with a soft chuckle. 

“What about you? Your job? This won’t get you fired will it?” John asked, suddenly becoming very concerned that he had gotten his new friend canned before they even got the chance to date. 

“Just let me enjoy this a little while longer.” Kyle replied lazily as he licked the jizz off his glasses.
