Chapter 23 - Geno-type pt. 23

Tyler couldn’t help but think that Sam looked like some kind of Scooby Doo villain; what with how he looked like a vaguely humanoid pile of spooge with a rough approximation of eyes. He almost felt belt for laughing at Sam in his current state, but Sam seemed to be laughing just as hard as he was. The whole last few minutes had been completely absurd. Tyler watched in awe and lustful envy as Sam had slipped completely inside of Jake’s massive cock.
           
Tyler would have loved to make the trip himself, but certain parts of him were now too big to make the journey… Although, maybe if he took a cold shower first and got Jake just a little bit bigger… Wait, no. That is a terrible idea. Jake’s colossal dong was now taking up a large portion of Sam’s back yard, and Sam had a huge yard.
           
Just how long is that thing? Tyler could only guess. Maybe if they had a large enough tape measure they could measure him, but where would they find one? Most tape measures only went up to twenty five feet, right? “Yo. Sam. Your dad’s a builder, right?”
           
“Contractor, but close enough. ‘Sup?” Sam had taken his glasses off and was trying to wipe enough of the jizz off of his face to keep it from dripping into his eyes.
           
“Do you think he has any plus size tape measures?” Tyler was walking around the tip of Jake’s bus sized, soft, dick; running his hand along it as he went.
“Tyler was in awe of the sheer size of it, sure his wasn’t that much smaller, but It was a little different seeing someone else’s and at such a close distance. Tyler’s own humongous cock was splayed out across the lawn as well; just sort of flopped over on its side like a beached whale.
           
Sam just shrugged. “Maybe, but it’d be in his truck. I don’t think he’d want me rummaging around in there like this.” Sam gestured down at his body. Rinsing off the second skin of cum he had accrued would be a good idea; as well as the third skin and the fourth…

Tyler laughed, “But it’s such a good look on you.”

Sam just stuck his tongue out at Tyler in response; unintentionally getting a glob of spooge from his lips onto his tongue. Sam was a little shocked by the additional flavor of such a simple act. The jizz was starting to cool off already, but it still wasn’t bad.

Tyler’s patrol of the perimeter of Jake’s titanic cock was cut short. It had taken a lot of work for him to even be able to move the few feet he needed to get this close to Jake and Sam. He was actually able to drag his junk across the slick ground with only a marginal amount of straining. Tyler wondered if maybe his enhancements were increasing his strength as well. How else would he explain being able to drag some fifty feet of cock and two giant globes of spooge?

Even so, it had taken a lot of work just to get this far. Tyler was very glad that he had a few feet of wiggle room where he could pace around; awkwardly and in sort of a backwards crab walk sort of way. Tyler didn’t actually have to worry about dragging his gigantic nuts around as long as he stayed within the range of his sack. It was a very strange sensation to be shackled to his own nuts as if they were two gigantic ball and chains. Just thinking about it caused Tyler to shudder a little. Even with the special trick they had discovered that had helped them temporarily shrink back down, they still ran the risk of literally becoming a prisoner of their own endowments; a prison that Jake seemed all too eager to enroll in.

Tyler had to admit that it was a lot of fun and felt amazing. That pleasant, tingling sensation when he got a semi was really nice at four inches; at forty plus feet it was mind blowing. On the subject of blowing, Tyler realized that he would never be able to fit to fit Jake’s cock in his mouth ever again. This thought actually made him kind of sad.

Tyler turned back to Sam and gestured towards the hose. “Let’s get you cleaned off.”

Sam nodded in agreement. At least, Tyler assumed he nodded; it was kind of hard to make out his expressions in his current state. Sam hurried over to the hose and turned it on Tyler.

The frigid blast of water caused Tyler to gasp, but once the initial shock passed, Tyler was relieved to have some semblance of mobility back. Even soft, his dick was almost twice as long as he was tall, but at least it wasn’t nearly as heavy as it had been a minute ago. Tyler’s balls were now shorter than him too, making it possible to see in front of him again. “A little warning next time?” Tyler grinned at Sam letting Sam know that he wasn’t at all upset.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You obviously needed it more than I did.” Sam pointed at his dick and then back to Tyler’s. Even fully reduced, Tyler’s cock was bigger than Sam’s was.

“You’re just jealous.” Tyler swayed his hips back and forth. He had hoped to wag his dick back and forth to sort of flaunt his size in Sam’s face, but Tyler couldn’t get enough momentum to really do anything more than just cause his dick to wobble a bit.

Sam turned his head in an attempt at mock indignation. “Yes I am so jealous of your inability to move more than five feet without the aid of a forklift.” Sam was actually kind of jealous. He could feel his face get warmer as Tyler had called him out on it. Sam knew his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment; which is kind of why he turned away from Tyler. The mock indignation was a good cover, and it allowed him to keep up his aloof front.

Tyler and Sam took turns hosing each other down; trying to get off as much of the cum slathered all over both of them as they could. Once they were clean enough, Sam ran back up to his room and came back with some soap and a few washcloths. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like I need something a little more than water.”

Tyler grinned mischievously as he waved a hand in front of his face. “You’re telling me.”

Sam threw a washcloth at Tyler in playful retaliation. Unfortunately, it was dry, and so it unbundled itself in midair; drifting harmlessly to the ground. Sam found a fairly dry spot in the grass where he set the rest of the towels. He then walked over to Tyler and picked up the washcloth off the ground.

“Pass it here.” Sam gestured over at the hose. Tyler nodded and passed it to him. Sam wet the cloths and poured some soap on them. Sam then passed one to Tyler and began to wash himself off. Sam was oddly nervous about this. He even realized that he shouldn’t be nervous, but he was. He had been strolling around bare assed naked almost all afternoon and hadn’t thought anything of it, but now that he was taking a shower, out in the open, with his friends watching, it just felt weird.

Sam tried to put it out of his mind and just focus on getting himself cleaned up. Sam would occasionally check on Tyler who seemed to be doing the same. Tyler was having a bit of trouble, though. He washed his body fairly quickly, but his cock was a whole nother issue. There was just so much of it, and it was very time consuming for Tyler to have to keep walking around his humongous dick. Tyler saw that Sam was already done washing up so he gave Sam the most pitiful pleading eyes he could muster.

“Now who’s jealous?” Sam said while swaying his hips just like Tyler had. Unlike Tyler, though, Sam’s now reduced dick was plenty small enough to be able to swing back and forth. “Small” is a relative term. Even at his now reduced state, Sam’s dick was fairly hefty; it had to be at least two feet long. Sam’s dick smacked up against each leg with an audible slap.
In spite of his taunting, Sam had every intention of helping Tyler out. Sam walked slowly and seductively over to Tyler and poured soap over Tyler’s massive cock. Tyler liked where this was headed, as was evidenced by his dick eagerly inflating.

Sam hopped on Tyler’s dick as if he was riding it like a horse. Sam had to spread his legs wide to even be able to mount the beast. Sam could feel Tyler’s mammoth endowment twitching with anticipation beneath him. Sam had fully intended to keep things tame while helping his buddy wash up, but his supercharged hormones were getting the better of him. Sam was quickly getting more and more aroused just from being so close to Tyler. He could feel the warmth of Tyler’s cock between his legs.

Sam was getting so hard just from sitting on Tyler’s dick. The only logical solution was to rub one out, and help Tyler do the same in the process. As long as he stayed out of the line of fire the shower wouldn’t be a total loss, right?  

Sam began to move his hips back and forth as if he was riding Tyler’s beast like a mechanical bull at some divey roadhouse; Tyler’s tool even bucked and twitched a bit as if it was trying
to shake Sam off. Obviously, Tyler didn’t really want Sam to stop what he was doing. It was just an unfortunate side effect of having such an overly excitable piece of equipment.

Sam was getting a really good lather going as he grinded into Tyler’s enormous cock. Sam’s basketball sized nuts made for a great set of sponges as they slid heavily up and down Tyler’s rod. Sam was so horny by now that he was beginning to leak. He needed more stimulation, and he would have it.

Tyler was trying to maintain his composure in spite of being rubbed off in such an amazing manner. “If I had known that this is how you like to shower, I would have invited you into the stall with me yesterday.” Tyler tried to give a sly grin, but he was breathing too heavily to really pull it off.; the net result was a slightly lopsided O-face.

Sam turned back as best as he could without taking his legs away from their current task and shot Tyler a wink. “Oh, you know. I just want to be sure that I am working those suds in really deep.” right as Sam said “deep” he dug his heals into the little bit of the soft underside of Tyler’s dick that he was able to reach. Tyler sharply inhaled as he bit his lip. Tyler was already getting close to cumming.

Sam decided to move on to phase two while he still had the chance. Sam leaned in to Tyler’s massive rod and dug in with his elbows. Sam was now riding Tyler’s cock like a light cycle, and if all went well, it would even be leaving a white trail in the near future.

Sam began grinding his own respectably large cock into Tyler’s far larger one; all while keeping his ankles dug in deep. Sam made sure to clench extra tight as he thrusted forward to really show off his firm ass muscles. Sam could tell that Tyler was really enjoying the show because his cock lurched back a bit when Sam would really show off. Sam decided to give Tyler a little extra and would occasionally reach back with one hand was massage his butt cheek; giving Tyler a clear view of his tight, pink hole in the process.

Tyler was really close to cumming at this point, and so was Sam. Sam could feel the pre pooling around his chest on top of Tyler’s dick. He had to assume Tyler was leaking pretty bad by this point too, but he couldn’t see from his position. He could see that the head of Tyler’s cock was pushing well out of its skin and twitching wildly.

With one last mighty thrust, Sam pushed up off of Tyler’s dick and dug his heels in as deep as he could into the soft, sensitive area. Sam and Tyler came in unison; Sam’s large solid stream of jizz being dwarfed by Tyler’s torrential blast of spooge. Sam was a fire hose, but Tyler was Old Faithful.

They both let out shot after powerful shot. Their cum splattered loudly on the already saturated grass. Tyler got completely lost in the pleasure as he slumped forward onto Sam. Sam could feel Tyler leaning up against him and came even harder. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss to the two boys, but was probably more in the neighborhood of ten minutes, they both finally started to slow down; soon after they were both completely spent.

Tyler reached around Sam’s waist and gave him a tight hug. “That was amazing, Sammy. Whoever gets you is a lucky guy.”

Sam felt a pain rise up in his chest. It was like his ribcage was contracting and smashing his hearts and lungs. Sam wanted to run away and hide because the realization had hit him hard. Sam was in love with Tyler, but Tyler was hopelessly devoted to Jake. On some level Sam realized that he had been stepping up his game, hoping that maybe Tyler would choose him over Jake, but Tyler had never even considered Sam as in the running. Tyler was 100% committed to Jake. Sam was just a friend with really good benefits.

Sam was both hurt by the realization and angry at himself for trying to come between his two friends. His first two friends in almost a year, and he tried to tear them apart. Sam wanted to scream with rage and bury his head in shame, but he just fell silent. He didn’t dare let on what he was thinking. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Tyler discovered what a terrible friend Sam really was.

Tyler wasn’t sure why, but Sam tensed up and fell silent when he hugged him. Tyler watched as Sam silently slid off of his cock and began robotically cleaning the last bits of it. Sam had withdrawn again, but Tyler wasn’t sure what was eating him. Had Tyler said something to piss Sam off? Tyler wanted to help, but he didn’t know what to say. It hurt him to see Sam like this, especially after Sam had opened up so much to them in the course of the afternoon.

Tyler tried to read Sam’s expression, but it was already far to dark for him to see clearly. Tyler would occasionally catch a glint of moonlight as it reflected off of Sam’s watery eyes. Tyler wanted to walk up to Sam, hug him, and tell him that everything would be all right, but he was afraid that would just make matters worse. Sam had withdrawn so quickly last time Tyler had hugged him. “Hey. Is there something wrong? Is it something I said or did?”

Sam continued methodically scrubbing the rest of Tyler’s cock. “No. You are fine.” You are perfect, in fact. Sam winced a little bit at his internal monologue. Sam’s mind was an asshole, and it seemed to really love to salt his emotional wounds.

Tyler wanted to help so badly, but he didn’t know what was wrong with Sam. “Well, alright, but you know I am there for you if you ever need anything, right?”

Sam really wished that Tyler could help him, but Sam himself was the problem. Sam knew that even if he somehow managed to beat Jake and take over as Tyler’s boyfriend, he would not be happy. Sam had taken a liking to Jake during the course of the day, and he would feel guilty for breaking Jake and Tyler apart. “For starters, let’s go shrink your boyfriend back down.” Sam winced a little as he put far more inflection on “Boyfriend” than he had intended too. He really hoped that Tyler would not pick up on it; Tyler was surprisingly in touch with other people’s feelings for such an easygoing guy.

“Yes. Let’s shrink down the boyfriend.” came Jake’s muffled voice. He was finally coming down off of cloud nine after one hell of an afterglow.

“You’re awake are you? I thought you would have passed out after that last one.” Jake teased his immobile lover. Tyler picked up the hose and walked over to Jake. “Are you sure you want me to do this? I know how much you like being the big man on campus.”

“Shut up and shrink me. My back is cramping from being in this position.” Tyler walked around to the other side of Jake’s car sized cajones. Jake was clinging to the top of his balls much like an unfortunate sailor would be clutching a piece of flotsam in the ocean. It looked to Tyler as if Jake was just using his arms to steady himself; Jake was actually being held in place by his giant scrotum, almost as if it was a rock climbing harness. That would make sense in a lot of ways. Jake was currently climbing his own boulders. Now tat Jake had gotten off, it would be a good idea to help him get down, too. Jake is very lucky he has such a tight sack or he probably would have fallen off ages ago.

Tyler wanted to make some snappy comeback, but he was too busy giggling silently at the spectacle to think of anything good. Instead he just turned the hose on full blast and aimed it at Jake. Jake’s bus sized wang quickly deflated to a much more modest twelve footer. Jake’s nuts were still massive, but at least they were now shorter than he is.

Jake sank into the crater left by his once colossal package. Jake had been lying in that position at such an immense size for so long that he had sunk deep into the mud. Once he had shrunk down the layer of standing spooge had rushed in to fill the low ground, much like water on the beach. Jake was now wading up to his knees in a pool of cum.

 “Could you go get my jacket from the jeep? I’m freezing my balls off out here.” Jake rubbed his left nut with his left hand while pointing to the driveway with his right thumb. Tyler scurried off to the car leaving Jake and Sam alone. “Wonder how long it’ll take him to realize I didn’t bring a jacket.”

Jake turned to look at Sam, who was standing there awkwardly rolling and unrolling the soapy washcloth in his hand. “Wow, you are crushing on Tyler hard, aren’t you?”

Sam tried to remain emotionless, but he could feel his cheeks flushing. He was blushing, but hopefully it was dark enough that Jake couldn’t really see. “What makes you say that?”

“You’ve got the stone face down, but your voice could use some work. You aren’t fooling me. I heard your whole full service cock wash.” Sam’s tough exterior crumbled after being exposed in such a way. Sam sat down in the mud and pulled his knees up to his chest. He looked so sad and vulnerable like that that Jake’s heart broke a little. Sam was a lot more vulnerable than he liked to let on. “Look. I’m not mad at you, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

Sam didn’t move or say anything. Jake was a little pissed off with himself. He wished he was anywhere near as good at dealing with people as Tyler was. Jake was always a little too sarcastic; a little too blunt. He meant well, but he always came off as an asshole. “It’s not me you are worried about is it? Let’s see what is it then? You are mad at yourself, then?” Sam didn’t say anything, but he seemed to pull in tighter. Well, we’re getting somewhere. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I really would like to help you. I know what it’s like to hate yourself. I especially know what it’s like to beat yourself up over who you fell in love with.”

Sam seemed to relax a little, but he still wouldn’t talk. “I’m not like Tyler. I’m not gonna coax you out of your shell with a joke and a smile. I’m going to drag you out kicking and screaming if I have to. What we know so far. You are beating yourself up. You are in love with Tyler. We have known you are in love with Tyler, so this is something new.” Jake absentmindedly thrummed his fingers along the top of his cock that he was leaning against like a podium. Jake finally put the pieces together; the minor tinge of spite in Sam’s voice when he referred to Jake as Tyler’s boyfriend; the way Sam started withdrawing the second Tyler had mentioned Sam finding a guy of his own; Sam’s obvious crush on Tyler. “I see it now. You are finally accepting that Tyler doesn’t have an interest in you as anything more than a friend. I realize that that sounds mean to say it that way, but it’s pretty accurate, am I right?”

Sam didn’t really give a definitive answer. He just tilted his head a bit in contemplation. “No it wouldn’t be so easy would it.” Jake sighed. “Speaking as one guy with horrible self esteem issues to another, what is the worst possible conclusion I could jump to?”

Jake’s heart dropped as the answer dawned on him. What would he do in Sam’s situation? Sam had already accepted that he was knee deep in the friend zone, but you can’t really fault him for wishing things were different. “You and I are a lot alike. Why just last week I made a wish on a falling star. Wishing that Tyler would miraculously turn gay and that we could be together. I honestly was sickened by myself for even thinking such a thing. Was I really such a terrible friend that I would wish my best friend a life of misery and derision just so that we could be together?”

Sam lifted his head up from his knees and looked at Jake. Even in the darkness, the tears in his eyes were easily visible. “You and I are too much alike; always thinking of others before ourselves; afraid to go for what we want because of those who might get hurt in the process; always jumping to the worst conclusions. So let me guess again. In a moment of weakness you wished that you and Tyler really were boyfriends, but where does that leave me? You are tearing yourself up apart inside because you, for a brief moment, wished Tyler and I would break up so you could have him.”

Sam nodded. The tears were streaming down his face as he struggled to keep himself from sobbing. Jake spread his arms wide and gestured with his fingers for Sam to come to him. “Come on, you are much more mobile than I am. Don’t make me come to you.” Jake tried to give his best most disarming smile, but only succeeded at a lopsided, goofy grin. He wasn’t really known for his smile. He was much better known for his snarky glare, but his smile and words seemed to be working. Sam got to his feet and hesitantly walked towards Jake.
When Sam finally got close enough, Jake latched on to Sam with the biggest bear hug he could manage. Sam collapsed into Jake’s arms and began crying. Jake did his best to soothe him. “Today’s been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for you, huh?” Sam’s head was buried in Jake’s chest. Sam was a few inches taller than Tyler, but Jake was still quite a bit taller than Sam. Jake could easily rest his chin on Sam’s head as he held him tight. “It’s Ok. Everyone has thoughts like that occasionally. Envy is completely normal. What matters is how you act on it. I know how easy it is to single out the few bad traits you have and create some abhorrent caricature of yourself. You are a great guy, and someday soon you’ll find someone who will love you for everything that you are.”

Jake looked over to see that Tyler was standing there watching. Tyler had caught on to the wild goose chase a bit faster than Jake had expected, but at least Jake had had enough time to get through to Sam. Tyler gave Jake an awkward questioning double thumbs up as if to ask “everything alright?” Jake nodded silently as he held Sam.  