Chapter 24 - Geno-type pt. 24

Sam was glad to have Jake for a friend. Sam was such an emotional wreck today and he needed a little tough love. What Sam also needed was something to help him clear his mind. It seemed that no matter what he did with Jake and Tyler, it inevitably lead to hot, sloppy sex; not to mention a sizeable boost in his endowment. Sam begrudgingly admitted he loved how it felt; his balls and shaft swinging heavily with every movement he made.
           
Even at his fully released size, it was amazing. He couldn’t move well, but it was like having his own warm, soft bed wherever he went. He could just stage dive onto his own junk and lay there contentedly. His arms hung over the sides a bit, though; a down side to having a relatively skinny dick. Sam thought back to how great it felt to sleep atop of Jake’s absolutely monstrous cock. Sam own dick stirred awake at the thought.

At his current max size, Sam figured his cock was probably close to eight feet, maybe nine. Sam used to be ok with his size. He used to measure in at seven inches fully hard, which was perfectly respectable. Even though his was a little on the skinny side, it all balanced out since his was longer than average, right? If anything the thinness just made his dick look longer.
           
Sam was perfectly happy with his equipment, or so he thought. Everything changed yesterday in the locker room. Sam could vividly remember watching Tyler slowly pull down his towel revealing inch after inch of long, thick cock. Sam felt his breath catch in his throat. His own meager dick was rock hard, and so were those of some of the other boys in the room. Sam could tell he was better off than most of the guys there, but he still felt painfully inadequate.
           
Tyler then went to shower alone, leaving the rest of the team to fumble awkwardly with getting ready to go home. Feelings ranged from horny, to inadequate, to almost religious awe of the spectacle they had just seen. Slowly and steadily all the boys had trickled out of the locker room leaving just Sam behind to wait for Tyler.
           
Sam was unable to bring himself to take his towel off long enough to change into some real clothes. He was the most painfully erect he had ever been in in his life. He felt like he would die of shame if anyone happened to catch a glimpse of his rock hard stiffy.
           
Sam managed to look somewhat busy with other tasks, so that the other boys wouldn’t get too suspicious of his lack of clothing; gelled his hair; put another coat of deodorant on; the usual stuff. He had even managed to work up the courage to talk to Tyler. Sam had had a crush on Tyler for so long and seeing Tyler in all his naked glory was just too much for him; especially with that magnificent cock.
           
Sam quickly jotted down his cell number on a slip of paper and paced anxiously in front of the stall where Tyler was showering. It seemed to Sam like Tyler had been in there for far too long, but Sam just attributed it to his nerves. Sam was so anxious that five minutes felt like five weeks.
           
Sam thought he heard grunting coming from the other side of the curtain. Surely Tyler wasn’t doing what Sam thought he was, right? Just a few minutes ago this room was packed with people. Surely Tyler wouldn’t rub one out in such a public place, right? Even the thought of it made Sam harder. Sam had hoped that he would have time to get his hardon under control before Tyler got done with his shower, but listening to Tyler beat his massive meat on the other side of the curtain was not helping at all.
           
Suddenly there was a loud slam coming from the stall. Sam could see the partition shake. It looked like Tyler had slammed against the side of the stall. Had he slipped and fallen? Sam rushed in closer to the stall, and grabbed the curtain. Sam balked when it came time to open the stall. He wanted to be sure Tyler was Ok, but he was also worried about revealing that he had been there the whole time. What would Tyler think of him then? Sam’s first real interaction with his crush would be Tyler finding out that Sam was creeping on him as he pounded away in the showers.
           
Sam’s moral quandaries were interrupted by a load moan of orgasmic pleasure followed by the sound of several jets of hot cum splattering against anything in range. Sam watched in awe as shot after shot of warm jizz splattered against the walls, and the roof, and… him? Sam’s brain crashed as a solid blast of spooge nailed him straight in the face.
           
Sam palmed absentmindedly at his face with his hand that wasn’t trying to hold up his towel as his brain struggled desperately to process what was happening. Sam pulled his hand away and stared with a bemused numbness as he watched the gobs of gooey spooge ooze between his fingers.
           
More and more jets of cum hit Sam as he stood there with his mouth hanging open in dumbfounded awe. The slimy layer of cum on his face slowly slid down and trickled into his open mouth. Sam had never tasted cum before. He had never really thought about it. He had never been sexual with another guy before. He had only ever even kissed a guy once, and that ended… poorly. Sam had never once even thought about tasting his own. When he got himself off he always either used whatever nearby article of clothing, usually a sock, he had on hand, or just walked over to the shower and washed off.
           
Sam was not prepared for the taste filling his mouth. He couldn’t even identify it at first. Sam tried to process what was in his mouth; it wasn’t bad tasting, per se. It was just odd. It was a pretty mellow flavor except for the bitter and salty tinge to it. Sam swallowed instinctively as his brain finally processed what had just happened.
           
Sam had just been doused in his crush’s cum, and then swallowed it. Sam’s mind repeated this last fact over and over. Sam felt a sense of joy and accomplishment swell up inside him as he realized that he had just swallowed Tyler’s load. Sam came hard just thinking about it; completely soaking his towel through and through.
           
Thinking back on it now, Sam could tell that that was definitely no normal orgasm. He had cum again and again with no sign of slowing down. He had cum so much that he had soaked a dry towel so thoroughly that it may as well have been a sheet of Kleenex. Sam’s balls actually continued to swell as they pumped out shot after shot of warm spunk. Sam’s bursts were constantly increasing in size and power. Sam’s own cum ran down his legs and pooled in a large, warm, sticky puddle at his feet.
           
Sam was too lost in his elation to realize it at the time, but throughout the entire time his hardon had never diminished; if anything it got harder, and thicker, and longer. When Tyler finally stepped out of the stall, covered in his own cum, Sam’s mind was still fumbling to regain control of the situation. Sam still could not quite tell what had gone down during their brief interaction. He was too busy trying to function amidst the crushing anxiety and the mind blowing euphoria he was simultaneously feeling.
           
Sam did know that he had managed to speak enough words to imply that he really, really, really liked Tyler, and that Tyler should call his cell sometime, but aside from that the entire scene was a blur in Sam’s mind. Sam was pretty sure he came extra long and extra hard when he had finally gotten to see Tyler’s thigh slapping wang dangling in all its radiant glory.
           
As Sam’s orgasms finally dwindled, and with it his euphoric haze, the intense anxiety took over. Sam panicked, and made some half assed excuse about his ride waiting for him. It was technically true, Sam’s dad would be along to pick him up, but his dad was always late because of work. Sam didn’t expect to see him for another hour or so.
           
Sam quickly dried off as much of the cum as he could and threw his clothes on. Sam found a nice quiet place to wait for his dad to arrive, while trying to regain control of his heart rate. It wasn’t until Sam got home that he got a good look at himself in the mirror so he could see just how much of Tyler’s cum was still caked onto him. It’s a good thing there was no one left at school while Sam was waiting for his ride. He couldn’t even imagine what anyone would say if they saw him. If Sam’s dad had thought anything about is son’s appearance, he had not said anything.
           
Sam peeled off his clothes and decided to take a shower to try and get some of the caked on spooge off of him. Sam looked at himself in the mirror and could see the true extent of the cumbath he had received earlier. It was plastered on to his chest and there was a lot of it down his legs, too. Just remembering it made him rock hard again. Sam watched in awe as his own respectable member, swelled up to it’s new rock hard maximum. There was no way Sam was this big earlier. He was huge!
           
Sam quickly fumbled through his backpack and found the ruler he used for school. It was not long enough; his erection was over a foot long. Probably thirteen or fourteen inches, judging by how much of his dick extended past the end of the ruler. Sam’s cock had almost doubled in length since this morning.
           
Sam stood there for a minute just marveling his newly enhanced dick. It looked identical to how it looked this morning; there was just so much more of it. Sam giggled to himself as he played with the skin around the head a little bit. Even at almost fourteen inches long, he still had so much foreskin that only a little bit of his pink head was visible before he pulled it back.  
           
Sam wrapped his hand around the tip. Again he was shocked by the sheer size of it; Sam’s hand couldn’t fully wrap all the way around it now. Sam had intended to just pull back the skin a bit to check out how his new size looked all around, but the electric waves of pleasure that arced through his body from gripping his rigid shaft with his hand was too much. Sam gripped lower down the rod with his other hand; there was so much extra space on his rising column. He could get three or four more hands on there. Not that he would want more hands; that’d just be silly. Although, Sam would not say no to a little help from a friend; particularly a short, cut, team captain, friend.
           
Sam began pumping his shaft up and down as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. He didn’t want to cum yet, though; he needed something else; something more. Sam saw the electric razor his dad had given him for Christmas, and he had an idea. 
           
Sam had never actually used the electric before. He far preferred the clean feeling of a nice straight razor, but he kept it charging by his sink to not hurt his dad’s feelings. The electric razor was vaguely cylindrical and roughly five inches long. It was contoured to be held easily in someone’s hand, and it had three spinning round razors on the end. Sam had fiddled with it before, but he had never used it for shaving. He did know that if you cranked it to the max setting it began vibrating like those novelty massagers they sell at the pharmacy. One day when Sam was really bored he had set it on his desk, and cranked it to max, and watched it hop its way across the desk and onto the floor.  
           
Sam pushed the rounded side up against his ass and flipped the switch. Feeling the vibrations along his tight hole was enough to make Sam begin leaking pre. Sam was a little surprised, since he rarely ever leaked pre, especially not in this volume, but he was too lost in a haze of lust to really give it much thought.
           
He could easily let loose and cum right then and there, but Sam wanted more. He was close to something big, he could feel it. Sam pressed the buzzing device harder against his rear hatch, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Sam had never tried any form of ass-play before; he had never even fingered himself. But he wanted to try it now.
           
Sam fumbled through the various bottles under his sink for one in particular. There was an old bottle of lube in there that had never been opened. It was a gift from one of his cousins, a bit of a coming out present. Sam wasn’t sure what to make of the gift at the time. The package had arrived in the mail a week after he had gotten out of the hospital. When he opened the plainly wrapped brown box, all he found inside was the bottle, with a purple bow on it, and a little rainbow tag on it that read “Confagulations.”
           
Sam was sure that it was some idea of a cruel joke. He had never been close to any of his extended family; both in terms of geography and in terms of familial bond. Over the months, though, Sam had become close to his cousin, Stacy, and her wife Jean. They kept in constant contact, and it was their encouragement and advice that helped Sam through the toughest months.
           
Sam smiled as he pulled off the purple ribbon and slathered some of the cool liquid on his fingers. Sam got down on his knees and laid down so that his chest was resting on the floor and his ass sticking up in the air as he began working his fingers into his hole. Sam was not sure what he was doing, but after poking and prodding, he began to figure it out. Once he figured out how to relax his muscles, the first finger went in easily, followed by the second. Sam continued to ply, kneed, and stretch the muscular lining of his asshole until he could easily get the four fingers from one hand in.
           
Sam waggled his fingers a bit; giggling from the tickling sensation within him. It felt surprisingly good to have something inside of him. The combination of the muscles stretching and him being filled was very soothing and relaxing. Sam worked the lining a bit more, and was soon ready to try the main event.
           
Sam turned to razor back on; being sure to leave the blaze guard on, so he could push down on the top without hurting his hand, and began shoving it down into him. He managed to slip it in fairly easily, and slowly shoved it in deeper and deeper. Sam finally stopped when it was just the last inch of the electric razor sticking out of him. Sam wished he had something bigger that would fill him deeper and more completely, but the razor felt amazing. The vibrations pulsed through his entire pelvis and deep into his groin. He could feel his engorged dick resonating with the buzzing of the device planted deep within him.
           
The vibrations traveling up and down the length of his huge dick were enough to send Sam over the edge. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in the pleasure. Sam collapsed in a blissful daze as he pumped shot after heavy shot of warm spooge onto the tiled floor beneath him. Sam lost count of how many times he came after about twelve; the puddle of jizz continued to spread around him. Sam felt as the warmth reached his chest and continued to spread outwards. Soon even his shoulders were coated in the expanding ring of seed.
           
When the rolling tide of spooge reached the side of Sam’s face that was pressed against the tile, he indulged his curiosity even further.  Sam absentmindedly lapped at his own cum like a cat would drink milk. Now that he had tasted Tyler’s he was curious to see what his own brand would taste like. It was strange. It was similar to Tyler’s but Sam’s seemed more bitter compared to Tyler’s more salty taste. Sam rolled his spunk around in his mouth while he contemplated. He could really get used to the feeling of being filled with warm jizz.
           
Sam continued to lay there as his jets of spooge finally subsided. He could see the rainbow “Confagulations” tag floating past his on the sea of jizz. “Confagulations” indeed, Sam thought contentedly to himself. The puddle of jizz was now far larger than Sam’s body. If anyone had come in and seen the spectacle they would have probably noted that Sam looked much like some unfortunate stoolie in a gangland drama, except for the fact that his seeping puddle was creamy white instead of cranberry red.
           
That puddle had been a royal bitch to clean up. Sam had spent hours scrubbing it down with rags. Sam didn’t even want to think of how much work it was going to take to clean up his fortress of spunkitude in its current goopy state.
           
Eventually the fervent shaking from the razor had caused it to pop itself loose from Sam’s raised ass. It rattled to the floor and hopped and flopped around like a Magikarp on dry land, futilely bumping against Sam’s legs with ineffectively splash attacks until the batteries finally died.
           
When the fog of orgasmic joy finally faded, Sam pulled himself up off the floor, and out of the sticky puddle of his own cooling jizz. Sam silently showered as he let the warmth of the water on is skin mix with the warmth of the afterglow that was still coursing through his body. Sam wasn’t sure how or why he had been gifted with such a magnificent dick, but he was glad that he was.

He wanted to make sure that people could tell that he was packing. Fortunately most of his pants were tight enough to show off his bulge, but Sam wanted something more. He wanted his package to be undeniable. It was then that he had remembered the advertisements he had seen online, underwear ads to be precise. Ads he totally only watched for the actual product, and not for the hot guys in skimpy clothing; guys whose massive dicks were threatening to spring out of the fabric at any second. Honest.

Sam had spent the rest of the evening researching the cuts and styles to really show off what he had. In a few hours he had a working template to build off of, and within an hour after that he had a working prototype. Sam had spent so much time just posing in front of the mirror that night. He had never really thought of himself as being cute before, but now that he had well over a foot of meat to accentuate his already good looks, Sam could honestly say he looked hot.

Sam posed and flexed in front of the mirror; mimicking many of the same poses he had seen earlier in the night during his “research.” Sam wished he had a decent camera, and better yet, someone who knew how to take good shots. Sam figured he could easily be a model if he had someone to help him get his portfolio ready.

As Sam’s daydreams shifted to his catwalk show from the night before he was jarringly brought back to reality. That’s right. The whole reason he had dragged Jake and Tyler out here was so that he could help get them clothes that they could wear to school. At their current sizes, nothing would fit them.

Sam wasn’t sure how long he had been out of it, but Jake was still holding him tight. Sam was so glad to have the emotional support, and he wished to help is friends. Now he knew how to do just that. “Hey. Thank you. I mean it.” Sam squeezed Jake tighter for a second before letting go. “Now let me help you guys.”

Jake smiled. “Looks like you are the one who could use some help right now.” Jake said as he gestured downward. Sam was rock hard from his recent reverie.

As much as Sam really would like to get off again… and again, he felt it best to hold off for now. He really liked Jake and Tyler, and he wanted to be their friend; not just their fuck buddy. “Not now. I brought you guys out here so I could help you with clothes to fit your…” Sam mulled over the right words for a minute. “gifted sizes. I won’t be able to get you into normal clothes, but at least we can get you guys something that would be legal to be seen in public in?”

Jake laughed at the thought of the three of them out in public. Imagine all the stares they would get just walking down the street; parents pulling their children away while covering their eyes; people running screaming from their cars to escape the oncoming bulge; random Japanese tourists pointing and screaming “It’s Codzilla!” at the gigantic packages that were threatening to spring loose and crush cars and buildings in their wake.   

When Jake stifled his laughter enough to talk he asked “Is there anything we can do to help?”

Sam thought for a minute. They could probably help him out. Jake was really good with numbers and so he could easily adjust the template to their new sizes, and Tyler just loved to be as up close and personal with their huge cocks as he could get; measuring would be a perfect job for him. “Sure! Just get cleaned up first and meet me up in my room.”

Sam sloshed through the crater of cum that was formed where Jake’s colossal nuts had been resting before they shrank down. The spunk was up past Sam’s knees. He was really going to need to clean off his legs before they got too dry and crusty. That could wait until after he got back to his room, though. His legs were just going to keep getting messy as he slogged through the soggy bog of jizz that was his backyard. 
