Chapter 29 - Geno-type pt. 29

Sam stared down at the phone number in shock and disbelief. Was there really someone who was interested in him? Sam was hesitant to let himself believe that this phone number was really meant for him; especially with other fine specimens such as Tyler in the room with him.
           
Tyler could tell that Sam was a little doubtful. It would be kind of cute the way Sam was so oblivious to his obvious sex appeal, if it weren’t so sad. Sam was a one of a kind kind of guy, but he was too scarred and skittish from his rough past to realize it. Tyler placed a hand reassuringly on Sam’s shoulder. “You should at least text him. Let him know you are at least interested.”
           
Sam nodded and nervously began punching in the name and number into his contact list. Then, with equally shaky hands, Sam typed a message into his phone. “Hey. It’s Sam. Maybe we could hang out sometime? When you aren’t working.” Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he hit send.
           
Jake, Tyler and Sam all watched Lyle work. They could see him perk up a bit as his phone buzzed, but it was far too busy at the moment for him to check it. They could all see the excitement on his face. There was finally enough of a lull in the workload for him to sneak a peak at his cell; the three boys were on the edges of their seats waiting for his reaction.
           
When Lyle saw the message he could not contain his joy. A huge smile spread across his face. Any who saw him would agree that the smile made him at least five times more attractive. The expression of sheer joy didn’t fade from his face for the rest of his shift. As a result, it was one of the best days for tips that that shop had seen.
           
The boys wished they could stay a little longer, but it was getting close to time for class. They got up from their seats; they had chosen to sit on the couches in the corner of the shop; there was no way they could sit at a regular table with their immense packages protruding so far in front of them. Sam made sure to turn and give a friendly wave goodbye to Lyle. Lyle was a little sad to see them go, but the little extra gesture of friendship from Sam at the end more than made up for it.
           
They all filed into Jake’s jeep much like they had earlier. The little excursion had lifted all of their spirits. Sam was all giddy from having been hit on and from the prospects of maybe having a viable candidate for boyfriend. Jake was happy for Sam, but he was also really enjoying the feeling of power that came from having all of those people be so jealous of him. Tyler was also really happy for Sam; he was always happy to help a friend. He also loved being the center of attention, and all the lusty glares that were on him while he was helping Sam was a huge bonus.
           
It took only a few minutes for them to drive from the coffee shop back over to the school. Jake pulled into a parking spot, and Sam and Tyler got out. “Well, I actually have a final in my first period, so I have to get going.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around.” With that Tyler turned and walked briskly to class. Well, as briskly as one with such a cumbersome bulge could manage, anyway.
           
Sam hung around for a second before placing his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Hey, so… I know you don’t know me that well yet, but I heard about the whole coming out tonight thing. If there’s anything I could do to help, just let me know.” Sam gave a kind of shaky awkward smile. He wasn’t nearly as good at giving reassuring grins to his friends as Tyler was, but he meant well.
          
Jake nodded to Sam and managed to smile. “Thanks. I know we have only really known each other for a day, but I already consider you among my closest friends. I’ll let you know if I think of anything, but I think for tonight, at least, it will be just Tyler and I.”
           
Sam nodded. He was sure that if anyone could help Jake out, it was Tyler, but Sam wished there was more he could do for his new friend. “I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.”
           
Jake watched as Sam hurried off to class as well. It occurred to Jake that he didn’t actually have Sam’s number. Not that it really mattered. Jake didn’t have a working phone, either. If Jake wanted to reach anyone he’d have to use Tyler’s phone, and Tyler had Sam’s number. Although, come to think of it, Jake had over an hour to kill before his first class of the day. He could just charge his phone while he waited.
           
Jake looked down to see an empty socket where his phone charger should have been. Jake sighed. Tyler can be a bit of a space cadet at times. He must have pulled out the charger when he grabbed his phone. So much for that idea. Jake debated going back home, but he decided against it. He really didn’t want to face his parents yet, and it seemed like a waste of time. Jake really didn’t need his phone for today.
           
That still left him with a lot of time to kill. Maybe he could go chill out at the Starbucks a little longer.  He really enjoyed all the stares he was getting from the people around him. Jake had never been one to really like to stand out in a crowd, but he was seriously beginning to rethink his stance. Jake eventually decided against doing this, too. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun without his friends there with him. Jake sighed again before getting out of the car. He’ll just have to keep himself entertained around campus.

Sam was still flying high on cloud nine as he strolled through the corridors. He was so happy to have some guy’s phone number; a guy who was cute and genuinely seemed interested in him, no less. He didn’t seem turned off by Sam’s grotesquely huge dick, either. Sam was totally going to follow up on with this guy if Dalton ended up running screaming from the building the second he saw Sam’s monstrous cock.

Sam would probably follow up with this new guy anyway. Sam was still not sure what he thought about Dalton. The sex had been awesome, don’t get him wrong on that, but Sam was hoping for something a little more than just casual sex. He wanted someone he could just enjoy hanging out with; maybe catch some cheesy date movies with from time to time, too.

Sam was too caught up in his thought to notice the guy sneaking up behind him. Sam froze as he felt an arm slide over his shoulder and snake back across his chest. The mysterious person pulled Sam in tight, and with their other hand, grabbed Sam’s dick and began massaging it.

Sam recognized Dalton’s voice instantly as he seductively whispered into Sam’s ear. “Oh? For me? You shouldn’t have.” Sam could feel himself getting harder by the second as Dalton continued to rub his enormous cock in the middle of the crowded hallway; occasionally even slipping his hand down lower and giving Sam’s hefty nuts a nice, hard squeeze.

Sam was glad he had used the extra strength fabric. His gigantic cock was pressing against the confines of its cloth casing; bulging out in obscene ways like a gremlin about to burst from its cocoon. Beads of pre seeped through the fabric and began to dribble on to the floor. Even with the reinforced fabric Sam had used, he doubted his pants would last much longer against the behemoth straining to break free.

Sam’s sexy moaning had attracted a lot of attention. Fellow students had stopped to gawk at the erotic scene playing out in front of them. Dalton watched the crowd form around him with a menacing and seductive glare that seemed to say both “Back off, this one is mine.” And “I bet you wish I would do this to you, too.”  Dalton sucked on Sam’s neck like some cliché movie vampire, the classy oldschool variety, not those sparkly new age retro hippy vampires; leaving Sam with an impressively painful looking hickey.

Dalton whispered huskily into Sam’s ear, “Getting a little crowded here, don’t you think? I think it’s time we went somewhere a little more… intimate.” Dalton gave Sam’s earlobe a quick nibble as he dragged Sam to a nearby supply closet.

Sam was so hard it hurt. His briefs were now permanently stretched out and soaked clear through. He left a trail of pre behind as Dalton pulled him away.

Once they were in the closet, Dalton flipped the lights on and shoved Sam down onto the floor. “Off with them.” Dalton barked as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

Sam sat there stunned. Dalton had been forceful yesterday, but today he was all but domineering. Sam was a little confused, a little sore, and very aroused. He continued to sit there in shocked silence.

Dalton pulled off his pants and threw them on the shelf with his bag and other clothes. He was now completely naked, except for his thin framed glasses. Dalton’s eight incher was rock hard. “Come on now.” Dalton taunted. “Surely you can’t expect me to do all the work.” Dalton put his hands on his hips and pressed one foot hard into the base of Sam’s shaft; the ball of his foot was digging deep into Sam’s cock, while the heel was smashing into Sam’s balls. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he began oozing even harder.
Sam struggled to pull his flannel shirt off and undo his suspenders as Dalton’s foot dug in deeper and deeper; urging Sam to go faster and faster. Sam managed to peel his shirts off and began to push his shorts down, but he could only get them down to about his knees; Sam’s own huge cock was blocking him from bending over and farther.

Dalton groaned in mock disgust. “Well it can’t be helped, then, can it? I guess I’ll just have to help you out.” Dalton got down on his knees and pulled Sam’s shorts off; flinging them unceremoniously over his shoulder. Sam began to slide his underwear down, but Dalton stopped him. “No, this one is mine.”

Dalton got up and pulled one of the ladders down off the wall and set it up. Dalton grabbed his bag and hung it from the top of the ladder. “Now, for the main event.” Dalton gave Sam a wide toothy grin of sadistic glee as he pulled out his ipad and began opening apps. Dalton climbed to the top of the ladder and slipped the ipad into one of the outside pockets so that the camera lens was facing outward. He fiddled with the angle a bit so that Sam would be easily visible on the screen and then looked over to Sam. “Smile for the camera.”

Sam’s face turned bright red. He slunk back against the wall as best he could. He was actually glad his cock was so huge because it gave him something to hide behind. He really wasn’t comfortable with being filmed in such a vulnerable position, but he was too horny to get away. Sam really didn’t want to leave in his current condition, it came down to being filmed in a private setting, or running from the little supply room, almost completely naked, with a boner that was visible from the Alaska.

“Oh, don’t be that way. This will be fun.” Dalton chided. “Just sit back and enjoy yourself.” Dalton got down on his hand and knees in front of Sam again and began pulling Sam’s briefs down very slowly. Dalton made sure to keep himself out of the shot as he pulled down Sam’s underwear revealing inch after inch of gigantic, rock hard, cock.

Sam gasped in pain. The angle that Dalton was undressing him from was causing his massive, throbbing erection to bend at a painful angle. Dalton continued to pull Sam’s clothing off; past Sam’s knees, past his calves, and still Sam had a few feet left of his magnificent dick. Sam’s behemoth was easily as thick as both of his legs combined; quite a bit thicker, actually.

Dalton finally cleared Sam’s feet with the briefs. Sam’s toes were clenching and stretching as he was bracing himself against the pain and pleasure of having his enormous piece handled so roughly. There was still over a foot left of Sam’s cock tangled up in the now loose, gigantic, frontal pouch. Dalton pulled down hard on the brief’s causing the tip of Sam’s cock to mash up hard against the fabric. Dalton continued to hold down Sam’s cock in this way as he crawled over, and sat down on top of it like a big fleshy rocking horse.
“My, how you’ve grown since yesterday.” Dalton grinded his own cock into Sam’s enormous one. “I can hardly believe that just yesterday this was inside me. It’s almost a shame, really. I don’t think even I can take one this big.”

Dalton continued to rock back and forth, harder and harder. Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing was getting ragged, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was so close, but right before Sam could climax, Dalton wrapped his legs tightly around Sam’s immense, throbbing shaft. Sam let out a quick gasp of shock and pain.

“Oh, no. Not yet. You do not have my permission to cum yet, my friend. You see, I am still mad at you. Oh yes, I am very cross with you.” Dalton continued his crushing pro-wrestler, leg lock of Sam’s cock as he gingerly stroked the shaft. “You have discovered something magnificent, and it never dawned on you to share it with your bud? I thought we were friends. We are mates, you and I, aren’t we?”

It was a yes or no question, but neither answer was correct. Sam didn’t know how to respond. He just tried to steady his breathing and beg for release. “Please. I was afraid. I’m sorry. Please. I didn’t know this would happen. Once it did, I thought you would think I was some kind of freak.”

“You say you didn’t want to tell me. You say you are a freak, but really now. Do you honestly expect me to believe that when you come around flaunting everything you’ve got in one of these?” Dalton reached behind him and peeled the briefs off the tip of Sam’s still oozing dick. Sam’s underoos were entirely soaked. Dalton pressed them up to his face and breathed in the smell of Sam’s sweat and pre. “But that’s ok. I can forgive you. We are friends after all, right?” Dalton kept his eyes locked on Sam’s as a cruel grin spread across his face. He then began sucking on Sam’s briefs; drinking ounce after ounce of Sam’s juices.

Sam’s mind was screaming. He was so aroused and yet so terrified. He had never imagined Dalton could have such a dark side. Sam was starting to feel guilty, too. He was actually beginning to believe what Dalton was saying. Maybe he should have told Dalton as soon as it happened. “I’m sorry. It was my friend, Tyler.”

Dalton pulled Sam’s briefs out of is mouth; a long sticky strand of saliva still connecting them to his tongue. Tyler. He had heard that name somewhere before… Dalton was piecing it together now. That boy in the video. Tyler. Taylor. Same difference. And yes. The fight in the halls yesterday. Dalton had heard rumors of the hot new gay couple around town. Jake and Tyler. It hadn’t registered to him at the time that this couple was Jack and Taylor from the film.

“So this friend, Tyler, just happened to make your dick grow from the amazing rod you had yesterday, into this magnificent specimen of cock?” The look on Dalton’s face was both malicious and accusing. “If I hadn’t seen it for myself I would say you were lying.”

Dalton leaned in close and gave Sam and long sensual kiss on the lips. “Now tell me. Since we are friends here. How did he do it? What’s the secret? Tell me…” Dalton tightened his vise grip on Sam’s tool. “… and all will be forgiven.”

Sam’s mind was too foggy from the pain and the arousal to fight back. He needed to cum so bad, but he couldn’t with that evil, human, cock ring riding him like a Chinese finger trap. “It’s… It’s… his cum…” Sam felt himself getting even redder.

“You really get around, don’t you, Sammy boy? How many others have you slept with behind my back, hmm?” Dalton squeezed tighter before loosening up again. He didn’t loosen his grip enough for Sam to blow his load, but it was at least enough to ease the pain Sam was feeling. Dalton then leaned in and kissed Sam again; long and deep; making sure to get his tongue way in there. Dalton gave Sam a doe eyed glare of feigned betrayal. “Am I not enough for you, babe?”

Dalton hopped to his feet, causing Sam to fire off a couple of long, heavy, involuntary shots of warm spunk which splattered against the door. Sam panted heavily. His massive erection was already beginning to droop and deflate as his shame and anxiety overpowered his arousal.

“Oh, you can’t be done already. I’ve seen you gush like a fire hose and that was four feet ago. No, you have so much more to give me.” Dalton walked over to in front of Sam’s humongous drooping rod. Dalton had not had enough yet. He was horny and he was excited. He had finally discovered the secret to the incredible growing cocks he had seen on the stream a few nights ago. He had names. He had faces. And he had someone who was going to get him in good graces with this boy who would give him the biggest dick this world has ever seen. Sam’s six feet were nice and all, but this was a gift best left with those who had a true appreciation for it. Poor Sam. He had the greatest gift anyone could ever ask for and he was afraid of it. Dalton was going to have to show him just how great his gift truly was.

Dalton put his hands on his hips as he stared down Sam. Sam was too hurt and ashamed to look Dalton in the eyes. “Did I hurt your feelings there? I’m sorry. I just got really worked up. Let me make it up to you.” Dalton gave Sam a seductive smile, but there was still that glint of malice in his eyes. Sam wasn’t sure if he trusted Dalton anymore… or if he ever did, for that matter.

Dalton continued to stare at Sam as he lifted up his foot and pressed it firmly up against the opening at the tip of Sam’s cock; Sam’s slit was just about as long as Dalton’s foot now. “How’s that feel? Good, right? I treat you right, don’t I?”

It did feel pretty amazing actually. Dalton’s foot was working the tip of Sam’s cock in much the way that Sam had used his thumb back when he was still small enough to work his shaft with one hand. As Sam stared at his colossal member that was once again stirring to life, he found it impossible to believe he had ever beet a mere six inches. It was like when you find an old baby sock you once wore and it now you can’t even fit it on a single toe. In no time Sam was oozing pre all over again.

Sam continued to get harder, but Dalton did not give any ground. Sam dick was expanding and extending. Dalton pressed harder and harder against Sam’s cock. Sam was rock hard, but his shaft was bending since it could not extend forward anymore. It hurt a little, but the amazing feeling of Dalton’s foot digging into the head of his cock was just so amazing.

As Dalton continued to twist and turn and rub his foot along Sam’s tip, Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming again. Sam could only hope that Dalton would let him this time. Sam was understandably still anxious around Dalton. Sam could feel it. He was about to blow, but he didn’t know if he was allowed. He tried to hold it all in, but a little burst slipped through.

Little is a relative term. The jet of cum that Sam let loose crashed against Dalton’s foot and sprayed out the sides like a fondue fountain. Dalton’s foot was completely soaked; as were many of the supplies in the room. “You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Dalton grinned at Sam. His cruel tone seemed to have softened to a much mellower teasing bravado. “You’ve gotten me all sticky.”

Dalton lifted his foot off of Sam’s still dribbling monster, and hobbled closer to Sam’s face; trying not to put any weight on his slimy foot. “It’s your fault I’m like this. The least you could do is clean up after yourself.” Dalton pushed his messy foot into Sam’s face; smearing jizz across Sam’s lips. “Come on now. Don’t be shy. It’s yours after all.”

Sam opened his mouth a little bit. He was hesitant. He had never really considered feet to be particularly sexy, but there was something about Dalton’s demeanor when he was being playful like this that got Sam horny. It was definitely a nice change from the darker, vindictive side had just witnessed a minute ago.

Sam was surprised to find that Dalton’s toes were not as horrifically bad tasting as he had expected. They tasted much like any other part of the body. There was a little hint of a leathery taste from Dalton’s shoes, but most of the flavor was sweat, skin, and Sam’s own spooge. It’s probably a good thing that this was still pretty early on in the day; Dalton hadn’t had time to really work up the typical sweat from walking around all day in those faux leather foot saunas he liked to wear.

Once Sam was able to get over the initial weirdness of having someone else’s toes in his mouth, he really started getting into it. Sam licked every inch of Dalton’s foot clean; slurping up every last drop of his own cum. Sam really liked the playful Dalton. Maybe he wasn’t so bad; Sam would just have to keep on his good side. After all, it was his fault that Dalton was so pissed off earlier, right?

Dalton loved the feeling of Sam suckling his toes and licking his foot up and down. Sam’s tongue tickled a bit as it slid sloppy up and down his arch and around the ball of his foot. Dalton was going to have to make a note to do this more often with the other guys he bangs. He especially loved the way that he had Sam pinned right under his foot.

When Dalton got big like Sam was… No, bigger than Sam was, he’d be sure to make sure they knew just how small they were when compared to him. Dalton dreamed of riding some guy’s cock while his massive dick completely eclipsed their body. Dalton could only imagine what it would be like to have a guy writhing under his enormous nuts.

Just imagining it got Dalton rock hard. Not that he wasn’t hard already, but Dalton was about ready to spurt just from imagining the things he’d do with a monumental piece like Sam was sporting. Dalton was so close. He had to cum now.

Dalton pulled is foot back from Sam’s mouth. “That’s enough of that. I’ve got something you’ll like even more.” 

Sam had gotten so into the tongue bath he was giving Dalton’s foot that he had shut his eyes. When Dalton pulled away, Sam opened his eyes; ready to bust out the puppy dog eyes and plead for more of Dalton to service. Fortunately, Dalton had Sam’s next job already lined up. Sam was pleased to see his new target. As Sam looked over the big, thick eight inches that were flooding his field of vision, Sam had to agree with Dalton; he was going to enjoy this a lot more.

Sam barely had time to get his mouth around Dalton’s thick cock before Dalton let loose. Sam almost choked on the sudden wave of cum that was cascading down his throat, but he managed to swallow it and quickly get into a steady rhythm of gulps. Sam couldn’t believe how much Dalton was cumming. He seemed to be unloading a lot more than any normal person should be able to; especially one who had not undergone the changes like Sam had.
           
Sam gulped down shot after shot of warm, creamy jizz. At this rate Sam wouldn’t even have needed to get breakfast. He was being given a plus size, all natural, protein shake right here at school. Sam was still rock hard from earlier, he had been trying to hold it in this whole time, but now that he could feel Dalton’s load filling him up, Sam just could not hold it anymore. He let loose blast after hot, sticky blast of jizz upon the supply room, coating the doorway that he was facing, and causing the floor to flood with warm jizz. Sam was pumping out spunk faster than the little crack under the door could drain it.
           
Dalton could feel Sam’s jizz pooling around his ankles, but he just didn’t care. His body was being rocked by the biggest orgasm he had ever had, and it was still going! Dalton had no idea how he could cum so much, but he really didn’t care. All he could think about was how much spooge he could churn out if he were at Sam’s size. He could completely cover Sam in it in a matter of seconds. Just thinking about how he would shower Sam in his spunk seemed to make him cum even harder.
           
Sam finally had to break for a breath, but Dalton was showing no signs of slowing. He pulled back off of Dalton’s cock and let it spray him in the face as he caught his breath. This load was definitely larger than normal, but Sam wasn’t complaining. He had grown to like these facials during the past few days. He had always thought it was strange the way girls in movies liked to coat their faces with this bizarre alien slime and lay in bed with cucumbers on their eyes, but after all the time Sam had spent being completely laminated in jizz, he could kind of see the allure.
           
Sam and Dalton both steadily slowed their streams to a halt. The little closet was now like a subterranean cave; a dark, dank, hollow with a foot deep of standing liquid. The air in there was humid from all the sweat and spunk. Dalton could see that Sam was spent, and probably not going to be going anywhere in the near future, so he gathered up his clothes, and opened the door a crack.
           
The pool of cum shoved the door open the rest of the way as it cascaded out of the store room. Dalton quickly peeked outside to see if anyone had seen them flood the hall. There was no one around, so he shut the door again and quickly dressed. He pulled his shoes on over his cum-soaked feet; the jizz was plastered on so thick, that it looked like he was wearing really high socks to anyone who didn’t look too closely. Once dressed, Dalton snagged his bag and fled the scene of the grime.
           
Dalton had what he needed, and got off in the process. All in all, not a bad way to spend the morning. Fortunately most of his clothes had been up on the shelf, and thus had been spared from the rain of cum that Sam had sprayed across the room. His ipad had gotten hosed down by Sam’s torrent of jizz, but it didn’t seem to do any actual damage. A warm cloth would do the trick… Ok, maybe more like forty warm cloths.
           
Dalton checked his ipad to see that something was different about the screen. A new app had been installed? “Eridian Tech nanites?” Dalton flipped through the menus. Current user: Samwise. There were menus on here for every aspect of Sam’s cock; shaft size, ball size, cum production. Dalton could feel a feeling of sadistic glee bubble up inside of him.  Dalton pressed down on the slider for cock size and slid it as far to the right as it could go. Dalton watched as the number rose and rose; 100 feet, 200 feet. Dalton couldn’t wait to see the look on Sam’s face as his ever expanding dick crushed the school.
           
The screen on the ipad turned red. An error prompt appeared in its place. “Controls locked. Admin privileges required.” Admin privileges? Who was the admin? Of course! Dalton knew exactly who he needed to unlock his new app.
           
Sam could hear his phone chirping. He had a new message. Sam was curious to find out who it was, but he really didn’t want to move yet. He was still shocked about what had just happened; how quickly Dalton had alternated between sadistic dominator and playful lover. His mind was reeling with all the new feelings he had. He kind of liked Dalton, but he was also terrified of him. The way Dalton talked down to him had made Sam feel dirty, too. He had made Sam feel so guilty for hanging out with his friends. It wasn’t like Sam and Dalton were a couple, right? They hadn’t even been on a date yet.
           
Sam hoped that that text was from Dalton so he could really show him how he felt. Sam sifted through the pockets of his cum soaked pants, and found his phone. The message was indeed from Dalton. Perfect. Time to end things with this douche.
           
“Hey. I am really sorry for the way I acted. I mean it. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tonight? My treat? You can even bring those friends of yours. Make it a double date.” Sam was not expecting this. Maybe he overreacted. Maybe he should give Dalton another chance?
