Chapter 21 - Geno-type pt. 21

Sam stumbled back to his house as quickly as he was able and grabbed the hose; his long dick and hefty balls making walking very, very awkward.  Jake and Tyler weren’t any help at their fully unleashed sizes. Sam quickly sprayed himself with the icy cold water to get his equipment down to a much more manageable size.

Sam couldn’t help but think about how odd a lifestyle he had found himself getting into; taking cold showers and actually hoping for a little shrinkage here and there. He was kind of glad that he was still small enough that he could almost get down to human proportions. His dick was still huge, but at least it wasn’t in the seven or eight foot range like Jake’s and Tyler’s.

What really worried Sam was that it was so easy to lose control while he was with Jake and Tyler. Sam had to admit that it felt amazing; He’d even begrudgingly admit that it looked awesome, too. It’s just that it is not normal.

As it is, Sam could still hide himself in normal, everyday clothes, but if he let himself go like Jake and Tyler had, there would be no way he could ever hope of hiding his changes while out in public. Everywhere he would go, people would think he was some kind of freak.

Sam had already had to deal with people thinking he was some kind of freak or deviant just for being who he was; he hated it. Some dark corner of is mind was goading him on; telling him to let loose. Who cares about those assholes who would pick on him for being different? They are obviously just jealous. It’s easy to see who the bigger man is here. A dark grin crept across Sam’s face. He’d like to see someone try and call him pencil dick again when his dick was thicker than they are.

Sam quickly shook the notion out of his mind; he had other business to attend to. Jake and Tyler had managed to get themselves stuck well outside the reach of the hose, and it was up to Sam to find the other hoses and try an extend it out far enough to go shrink them down.

Sam went into the garage and dug through the piles of boxes and lawn supplies. He found an extra hose or two easy enough; he just had to hope they would be long enough. While Sam was in the garage he considered grabbing a sheet and rigging up some rudimentary toga, but what was the point? His dad had already seen his dick swinging down about his knees, and it was very hard to be modest in the company of Jake and Tyler.

Sam connected the hoses together and was pleased to find that they were more than long enough to reach over to where they had set up camp. Tyler waved happily at Sam as he came back, but Jake just kind of groaned. “Do we really have to go back down? I had just gotten comfortable…” Jake had finally managed to pull himself up onto his balls, and was laying face down in his sack. Sam secretly thought that Jake’s perch looked amazingly comfortable, and that he wanted to crawl up there and join him.

Sam knew his dad would be back with the food at any moment, though, and so he readied the hose, pointed the nozzle right at Jake, and pulled the trigger. Jake’s cock and balls quickly withdrew out from under him. In a matter of seconds Jake was left draped over his much smaller, but still huge nuts. He could no longer get his entire body onto his own balls. He was now left in an awkward position in which his feet were just barely touching the ground, and his upper body was now resting along the length of his massive cock.

Jake slowly rolled backwards so that he could get a decent enough footing to stand up. “Tyler, your emo kiddy is being mean to me.” Jake groaned as he pulled himself to his feet.

Tyler was laughing too hard to make any sort of comeback to Jake’s moaning. It was pretty obvious that Jake was just messing around, and not actually mad. They both knew that Sam was worried about his dad coming back and seeing them like that.

Sam turned the hose on Tyler next, and Tyler quickly dropped down to a more manageable size as well. Tyler landed in a position that was much easier to get up from than Jake had, and so he was back on his feet in no time.

The three boys then turned and walked back to Sam’s house. Sam’s dad was just pulling up the driveway as they got there. They could already smell the pizza wafting over from the car. All three of their stomachs began rumbling loudly. They had been so caught up in the events of the day that they had not even noticed how hungry they were.

Sam’s dad balked a bit as he saw the boys. He had seen them earlier, but it was still hard to wrap his head around just how big they were. That tall, lanky one had to be over six feet tall, and his dick was bigger than he was. Then there was the short one, whose balls were hanging so low that they were scraping the ground.

Sam’s dad nodded to Tyler “You boys will need to clean up a bit, if you want to come inside. I don’t want you tracking mud on the carpet.

Jake and Tyler started laughing as they looked at each other and realized that Sam’s dad wasn’t referring to their feet. The undersides of their cock and balls were coated in mud. Sam grinned a little bit at this, too, but he was still a little too embarrassed about standing around naked with his dad around to really enjoy himself.

“I’ll leave you boys alone for now. You know where to find me, if you need me.” With that Sam’s dad handed Sam a few boxes of pizza and went back inside.

Tyler had a grin on his face that let the other know that he was up to something. “Let’s go eat these back at the camp.”

Jake and Sam just looked at each other and shrugged. It made as much sense to eat out there as anywhere else. Jake was eagerly looking forward to being able to spread out, anyway.

As soon as they got back to camp, Jake flung his cock off his shoulder and looked about ready to expand again, but Tyler stopped him before he had the chance. “Slow your roll, Holmes, let Sam and I get set up first.” Jake said with a disarmingly sweet grin.

Jake was a little annoyed about being made to hold his growth back for a little while longer, but Tyler seemed like he had something up his sleeve. Tyler gestured for Sam to come over to where he and Jake were standing. “Here. Get on, and hold on to the pizza.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and gave Tyler a questioning look. Get on to what? But then Tyler sat down on Jake’s cock; riding is side saddle as if it were a park bench. Tyler then patted Jake’s dick gesturing for Sam to have a seat. Sam gave Tyler another look of uncertainty, but then sat down next to him.

Tyler gave Sam a quick wink and then grabbed Jake’s hand. “Hold on tight.” He said, with a goofy grin on his face. Jake wasted no time in taking the hint. His dick began swelling up nearly instantly. As Jake swelled up, Tyler pulled him in closer so that by the time Jake was fully released, he was laying face down on own dick beside Tyler.  

Jake and Tyler were laughing; apparently they both thought the ride was a lot of fun. Sam on the other hand was less than thrilled. They had to be at least twelve feet off the ground now, probably closer to fifteen. “Uh, guys? This is nice and all, but how do you expect us to get down?”

Tyler put his arm around Sam’s neck and pulled him in close as if for a noogie, but only ruffled Sam’s hair a bit instead. “Obviously we’re going to need you to go down there and shrink us down when the time comes.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “And I’m supposed to just jump on down from here, when the time comes.”

“Of course not.” Tyler said with a devious grin. “The slide is so much safer, and more fun.” Sam was about to ask what Tyler meant by the slide, but then Tyler’s own dick began swelling, too. Tyler’s cock draped over the side of Jake’s, and sloped down to the ground. It continued to stretch on for several feet after touching down.

Sam just put his palm against his face and shook his head slowly, but even though he was trying to cover it, Jake and Tyler could both see he was grinning. Tyler popped open the first box of pizza. “Oh. Sausage. Sounds like even Sam’s dad knows you just can’t get enough.” Tyler shot Jake a mischievous grin. Jake was about to make some smartass comment, but right as he opened his mouth Tyler shoved some pizza in his face. “Don’t talk with your mouth, full, dear.”

This actually worked out really well for Jake. He had to prop himself up on his elbows in order to join in the conversation, and so he didn’t have the use of his hands. While Jake was chewing his bit of pizza, Tyler would take a bite of the slice as well. When Tyler was chewing he would hold the pizza out for Jake to take a bite. The two of them shared all of their slices in this way.

Jake and Tyler were adorable together. Sam really wished that he had someone like Jake and Tyler had each other. For the first time all day Sam felt like a bit of a third wheel. Sam sighed a little too audibly. He caught himself as soon as he did it and tried to act like nothing happened, but Tyler caught it.

Tyler quickly swallowed the chunk of pizza that he had in his mouth. “So tell us a bit more about yourself. We’ve learned a lot about you today, but I still feel like I hardly know anything.”
Sam tried to look away and do his best to seem disinterested. “Oh, well there really isn’t much to tell.”

“I don’t believe that for a minute.” Tyler took another bite and then passed the slice to Jake. “For starters, you have a pretty big place. Is it just the two of you? Your dad and you, I mean. What about your mom?”
Sam looked down at the slice of pizza he had in his hand. “She died…”

Tyler swallowed as quietly as he could and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Oh. Sorry.”

Sam did his best to give Tyler a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago. I barely even remember her,”

“So it’s just you and your dad here?” Jake chimed in between bites.

“Well, my dad had a girlfriend living with us for a while. That’s part of the reason he fixed the garage attic into an apartment. You know, to give both of us some privacy. She was alright, I guess, but when I sort of… came out, she decided to lay down the law. She told my dad that I either needed to get help for my condition or she was moving out.” Sam actually cracked a grin thinking back on it, but he tried to cover it by taking another bite of pizza. When he finished chewing he continued his story. “Dad never even tried to argue with her. He just packed her bags for her.”

Tyler put an arm around Sam’s shoulder. “Your dad is getting a high five when I get down from here.”

Jake looked a little concerned, though. “The way you speak makes it sound like you didn’t actually intend to come out.”

Sam’s expression dimmed again and he lowered his gaze. “It was a huge mistake. One moment of weakness ruined everything.”

Jake wished he was able to move so tat he would be able to get closer to Sam and help console him. “You can tell us about it, if you want to.”

Sam sighed and the nodded. “I told you I was in scouts, right? Well about a year ago I got kicked out… for kissing my bunk mate.” Tears were starting to form in Sam’s eyes.
Tyler pulled Sam in closer. “It’s Ok. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

Sam shook his head and tried to fight back tears. “No. It’s worse than that. It wasn’t just some guy I had met at camp.” Sam could still remember that night very clearly. It was almost a year ago now that it had happened.

Sam had gone to summer camp like he had just about every year before, and of course, he had made sure that he was bunking with his best friend, Han. Sam and Han had been inseparable for years. They did everything together, and this year seemed to be no different.

The first couple of days of camp had gone by normally enough, but on the third day it began to rain hard. All the outdoor activities were canceled, and all the boys were stuck in there rooms. Sam didn’t mind too much. He was good at keeping himself occupied.

Sam was lying in the bottom bunk reading through some comic books. He had already finished them all before, but he really liked these. “You’re reading that one again?” Sam looked up to see Han, hanging upside down from the bunk above, looking back at him.
“What? It’s one of my favorites.” Sam said defiantly.

“It’s also old news. Check out the new hotness.” Han tossed a new issue of Avengers over to Sam and then climbed down into Sam’s bunk.

Sam picked up the comic and thumbed through the pages. “What? They’ve got yet another color of Hulk? I kinda got tired of these after they got to the purple one.”

“Whatever, bitch, The Infraggable Krunk doesn’t count as a Hulk.” Han slid in next to Sam and began shoving him over. “Scoot over, dude.”

“Sam started shoving back and laughing. “He’s more of a Hulk than you’ll ever be.”
           
“And I’m more of a Hulk than you’ll ever be.” Han rolled over on top of Sam and pinned him to the bed. Han was much larger than Sam. He was taller and he was ripped to boot. Sam and Han were both going to be freshmen in high school next year, but Han had already been recruited to be on the football team. It sounded like he’d be first string, too.
           
Sam was pinned under Han, but he wasn’t too interested in breaking free this time. Maybe it was the light or maybe it was a result of Sam having repressed his hormones for too long, but Sam was captivated by how beautiful Han looked. Han’s shaggy brown hair framed his strong features nicely. His grey eyes were sparkling with joy from roughhousing with his best friend. His full lips were curled upwards at the edges in a mocking smile that dared Sam to fight back.
           
Han pushed down harder on Sam; bringing his face in closer as he continued to tease Sam. “What’s the matter? Not even going to try and fight back today?”
           
Sam had already begun figuring out that he liked guys. He had been having really good dreams involving him and at least one other guy for a few years now, but never in his wildest dreams had he ever dreamed of doing anything with one of his friends. He had never even dared to tell anyone about how he felt, but now that he was there and his best friend’s face was hovering just a few inches from his Sam whole brain just went “What the hell.”
           
Sam closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed Han right on the lips. It seemed so right for a second, but then everything exploded in a flash of light. Sam opened his eyes, but he couldn’t seem to focus. His right ear was ringing loudly. He could sort of make out Han, now sitting up on top of him, shaking out his hand in pain.
           
“What the fuck was that!” Han screamed at Sam. Sam was too dazed to respond. Han balled up his fist and punched Sam in the face again. “Answer me!”
           
Sam could barely see. He could taste blood in his mouth. Sam tried to call out; tried to plead with Han to stop; tried to call for help from anyone. Han got off of Sam and looked down. Sam’s shorts did nothing to hide the tent he was sporting. It had started to go down since Han attacked him, but it was still obvious that Sam had popped a bone while Han was on him.
           
Han reached down and picked Sam up by his shirt collar. “You little faggot!” Han screamed as he slammed Sam onto the floor. By now all the boys in the cabin had gathered around to watch.
           
Sam couldn’t speak. He couldn’t talk. He could barely see. He could barely even breath, but he tried to drag himself over to the closest other person; hoping that maybe they would help him. Sam could see the feet step back as he tried to crawl closer. With every labored heave oh his body, the crowd would shift staying just out of his reach.
           
“Did I say you could go!?” Han stepped in front of Sam and kicked him square in the chest causing Sam to topple backwards. Sam lay there, on his side, trying to gasp for breath.
           
Sam could no longer see, but he could still hear Han’s voice mocking him. “Look at you. You’re pathetic.” Han then kicked him repeatedly in the stomach.
           
The camp counselors had finally shown up. It took three of them to restrain Han. Han was still thrashing, trying to kick Sam, as he was hauled off. Sam was left lying in a pool of his own blood and tears until the paramedics arrived to take him to the hospital.
           
Sam finally woke up three days later. He had suffered a massive concussion and several broken ribs, but his internal injuries were surprisingly mild; the real pain came when he checked his messages. Facebook, e-mail, messenger, text messages, voice mail; all were filled with messages from people Sam once thought of as friends; each message carrying words of hate and warnings to Sam if he ever dared set foot in school.
           
Within days Sam had received his official notice that he was barred from Scouts, but he really didn’t care anymore. There was nothing for him there. His father pulled him out of the local rural county high school and enrolled him at the high school in the neighboring city almost thirty miles away.
           
By this point in his story Sam was too choked up to go on. Tyler pulled him in and hugged him tight. Sam buried his head in Tyler’s chest and sobbed. 
