Chapter 30 - Geno-type pt. 30

Dalton slipped his phone back into his bag and went back to looking over his new app. He felt strangely… sad? That seems as good a word as any. There was more to it than that, but he was definitely a little bit sad; pissed off too. He hated feeling like this. He had completely lost his cool when dealing with Sam, and he knew it.

Dalton had had a long standing policy to never sleep with a guy more than once. He was the hottest fuck in town and he knew it. He never had to go far for action; he had various apps and services on his pone to see to that. When his beacon was active people flocked to his position from miles around. Dalton really liked shining his bat signal around campus. There were so many hot closet cases to choose from; especially frat bros and jocks.

Dalton really loved it when he managed to snag one of the football stars. They tended to be a little heavy handed in their handling of him, but Dalton had a taste for rough sex. Dalton especially liked that big dumb quarterback. He liked to throw Dalton onto the sleazy motel bed and ride him hard. It was kind of cute how the big oaf actually thought he was actually in charge of the situation.

In retrospect Dalton was doing really shitty at his own policy of not banging a guy twice. It didn’t really matter, though. He couldn’t be bothered to remember names of the people he had had. If he had gotten it on with anyone more than once it was just a testament to how little he cared about the person behind the cock. Even Jack and Taylor… wait, Jake and Tyler. See? He can’t even be bothered to remember the wonder twins.

Sam was different, though. Dalton could remember everything about their encounter in vivid detail for the entire evening after they had done the dirty deed. Dalton couldn’t even bring himself to go out on the prowl afterwards, even though he was so horny, and he was horny; unbelievably horny. He just went home and lie in bed; turning his phone on and off, as he argued with himself about whether or not to call Sam up. Dalton couldn’t do that. He was the cool one. He was the one who people begged for a chance to be with. There was no way he could be falling for some punk kid.

It was just because of that amazing cock. That had to be it. Dalton thought back to their encounter. The first thing he had noticed was Sam’s impressive bulge, sure. Who wouldn’t be drawn to such a massive package? Dalton was convinced right then and there that he would have Sam right there in the chem. lab if it was the last thing he did.

Dalton spent the rest of the class trying to butter up Sam as best he could. He had to make this up as he went since he very rarely did any actual flirting. He found it to be a lot easier than he expected, though. All he did was tell the truth. Sam was honestly, really beautiful; now that Dalton’s eyes were looking at his face he could take stock of everything about Sam’s visage. Dalton had seen Sam before throughout the year, sure, but never this close. Dalton had always glanced over him thinking that sure, he was cute, for a kid anyway, but Dalton had some real men lined up for that night; men who knew how he liked it.

Now that Dalton actually wanted to pay attention to Sam, he could really start to see what he had been missing. Sam’s dark hair nicely framed his beautiful face. Sam’s deep brown eyes held within them the entire spectrum of human emotion that his face would never dare show. The stark contrast with Sam’s pale skin just seemed to accentuate these features even more. The little rings on his lower lip and on the side of his nose should have made him seem edgier, but on Sam’s sweet face, they only served to make him look cuter.

As Dalton enumerated all of Sam’s features they became ingrained in his memory. It was as if by listing and naming them had they finally been allowed to become real. Dalton had originally just intended to get into Sam’s overly packed pants, but as he got to know Sam, the cold mask softened; revealing the friendly and caring boy hiding beneath. Dalton could still remember the exact moment that Sam had accepted him. Sam had given Dalton a nervous, half smile. Even just a half smile from Sam was enough. Dalton could feel his heart melt, and it was at that very second that he had fallen for Sam, hard.

When he had finally managed to get Sam naked and on the floor, it was the single greatest triumph of his life. This wasn’t just another sexual conquest for him. The passion and the love that went into their wild sex seemed to magnify the pleasure exponentially. Dalton even opted to ride Sam’s huge cock so that they were facing each other, instead of Dalton’s usually preferred face down position. He had never actually looked his partner in the eyes during sex before. The other person’s face had seemed to be an unnecessary distraction during sex; a distraction that would diminish the act, but with Sam he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dalton almost came just from Sam’s facial expressions; his flushed cheeks; his lustful eyes; his moans of pleasure; the way he chewed on his piercings as he got even closer to cumming. Everything about Sam in that moment was perfect.
           
Even Sam’s cock was perfect; no, especially Sam’s cock. It was thicker than any cock Dalton had ever taken. Dalton had taken some huge ones in his time, but Sam stretched him wider than he had ever been. Dalton could feel his asshole become stretched out and loose; looser than it ever had before. He might never manage to get tighten up again, but he didn’t care. It was fine if only Sam’s cock could satisfy him. He only wanted Sam’s cock anyway. He only wanted Sam.
           
Sam’s humongous dick also hit deeper inside of Dalton than anyone had ever done before. Sam’s impossibly long cock was poking and prodding at places deep inside Dalton that he had never thought could have existed. Dalton came hard from riding Sam’s immense dick. Dalton’s respectable cock had deflated, but Sam was still rock hard and still plowing mercilessly. Well, to be fair, Dalton was the one who was doing all the motion, but he refused to ease off of Sam’s cock until he had milked it for all its worth.
           
Finally Sam climaxed. Dalton could feel shot after powerful shot of hot spooge wash up inside of him. Sam’s nuts were huge, but the sheer volume of jizz sloshing around inside of him seemed impossible. It felt to Dalton like he was being pumped full of gallons of the creamy spunk. His insides were pumped to capacity, but Still Sam continued firing. The excess spooge leaked out of Dalton’s ass around Sam’s enormous shaft; the force of the jizz pushing its way out, stretched Dalton’s already ravaged hole even more.
           
Dalton did not want to, but he knew he needed to get off of the erupting volcano of cum before something inside of him burst open. Sam pulled off of Sam’s gushing spire and wrapped his lips around the head as quickly as he could; eager not to waste any more of the glorious liquid than he absolutely had to. As he sucked off Sam, thick, goopy streams of spunk ran out his ruined asshole, down the insides of his legs and pooled on the floor.
           
Dalton gulped down wave after wave of the hot jizz. Savoring the taste as the warm spunk rolled across his spunk. Dalton’s stomach filled with the mildly bitter cream, but Sam kept cumming. When Dalton would occasionally try to pull back to catch is breath, he would catch long hot blasts of Sam’s cum in his face, but he welcomed the feeling. He would take Sam’s jizz anywhere he had room for it.
           
Dalton was actually getting hard again; very hard. Looking back on it now, he realized that this was the first clue, but at the time he thought nothing of it. He welcomed his newly reborn hardon and awaited the cumming storm from his res-erected cock. Dalton got off another two or three thick, sticky blasts of cum before his second wind faded. These new orgasms were each more powerful than the last.
           
When Sam had finally managed to stop cumming, the two of them had parted ways. Dalton had actually given Sam his phone number. He had never done that before. He was actually looking forward to the next time he would see Sam. He had also, never done this before.
           
Dalton went on his way home; enjoying the feeling of Sam’s spooge sloshing around inside him the whole way. Dalton’s stomach was still full of Sam’s jizz, and waves and waves of the creamy spunk were still flowing out of his ravaged ass. Dalton was rock hard again in minutes. He couldn’t wait to get home and pound one out. And another. And another.
           
When Dalton got home the first thing he did was peel off all of his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror admiring his still rigid cock. His balls felt fuller and heavier than they had in ages. He couldn’t get Sam out of his mind, nor did he want to. He turned and inspected the damage to his ass. Dalton’s hole was red and gaping. It had been stretched out beyond anything he had seen before, and huge gobs of Sam’s cum were still seeping out. Dalton loved the feeling of having Sam’s cum sloshing around inside of him.
           
Dalton dug out one of his old dildos. He hadn’t had need of these in ages, but he was just so horny that he needed to get off. Dalton flopped on his bed and began plowing himself with the largest rubber cock he could find. It was still nothing compared to Sam. The size was nowhere near comparable, but it dug in deep enough to churn Sam’s residual cream like butter. Thick, frothy globs of Sam’s spooge would plop out with each thrust of Dalton’s sadly lacking plus size dildo. Dalton would cum while imagining Sam’s biting his piercings in ecstasy.
           
After cumming, Dalton would pull out his phone and spin it in his hand as he pondered calling up Sam. He had never been one to call someone else up. He had never been one to do repeat encounters either, but here he as already fantasizing about his next time with Sam. Eventually he got so horny again that he would rub one out. Then he would return to playing with his phone, as he debating giving Sam a call.
           
The entire evening passed like this until Dalton finally gave it all up, got cleaned up and went to sleep. He awoke the next morning, tired and miserable. He had stayed up way too late playing with himself. It was totally worth it, though, and it’s not something a little coffee wouldn’t fix.
           
Dalton got ready for class and drove off to the coffee shop down the road. He drove a fairly old gas, guzzling clunker. He couldn’t actually afford a nice eco-friendly smart car; a fact that severely hurt his hipster cred. Someday he’d have a nice Vespa scooter to make up for it. No one would doubt him after that.
           
Dalton was still so horny from the day before that he began to imagine what it would be like to ride around on a scooter like that with a plug deep up his ass; letting the rumbling from the motor course through the seat and cause turn his plus size sex toy into a jumbo vibrator. It still wouldn’t beat the real thing, but it would make driving around to go see Sam so much better.
           
Dalton was so lost in his sexual fantasies that he hadn’t noticed the commotion around him as he sat there sipping his coffee in the trademark detached hipster fashion. He knew that three guys had walked in, and they were apparently putting on quite the show, but there was only one guy on his mind. He was actually enjoying the thought. He could actually learn to like being the monogamous kind of guy. Dalton should have been paying attention though. The three guys that had walked in were the three he had been so interested in over the past few days; Jake and Tyler and of course, Sam. It wasn’t until they were leaving that Dalton realized who they were.
           
He was so happy to see Sam that he had forgotten to maintain his detached aura and actually let himself be seen in public as unironicly enthusiastic about something. His enthusiasm quickly faded, as he saw that Sam was texting someone. That someone was quickly apparent. Sam was flirting with the barista? For the first time in his life, Dalton felt betrayed. He was genuinely hurt.
           
The euphoric stupor he had been in since last night was shattered. He got a chance to really see what was going on around him. There were those two guys from the video; their cocks even larger than before. Sam was with him. His dick also bloated to extreme measurements. Not only was Sam flirting with other guys, but he had been fooling around with those two! Dalton had never been so pissed off in his life. This is what he gets for letting himself fall for some punk kid.
           
It is pretty ironic that Dalton kept thinking of Sam as a kid. The two of them were very close in age; only separated by a few months, really. Dalton was ahead of Sam by one grade, but had taken bio before chem.; Sam was taking them in the opposite order. Sam was also only one grade behind because his father had opted to have him enroll in kindergarten a year later than he was eligible. It had been a rough year for Sam and his father didn’t feel he was ready yet.
           
Dalton had followed the boys back to school and had hung back a bit and waited for Sam to detach himself from the group. Dalton had seen his chance and acted. Once he had gotten Sam alone in the storage room, he was able to really cut loose. He was going to make pay for betraying him. That was the plan anyway, but seeing Sam cowering below him, the fear showing in his eyes; it broke Dalton’s heart.
           
Dalton hated that he had fallen for Sam. He hated that he had let himself be played in such a way. He especially hated that even after all he had seen he still had feelings for Sam. Dalton tried to keep up his insane dominatrix act. He wanted Sam to be afraid of him, to hate him. He wanted to ruin things between them forever, so that he would have no choice but to accept that he had made a mistake in falling for Sam.
           
Dalton was able to use his anger to get some information out of Sam before his resolve had crumbled. Dalton was confused by Sam’s reactions. Did Sam actually like him? Had he jumped to the wrong conclusion about the coffee guy? Dalton may have overreacted. Now that it was all over, Dalton deeply regretted his actions.
           
His phone chirped. Sam had responded. He was going to take him up on the date? Dalton’s heart soared for a moment, but then he remembered that this date was actually just a trap to get close enough to Tyler and extract the control sample. He could still work things out with Sam tough, couldn’t he?
           
Dalton remembered the fear in Sam’s eyes and what Sam had said to him. Sam was afraid to talk to him because he was afraid of what Dalton would do when he saw what Sam had become. Dalton’s heart broke a little more. Apparently his reaction to seeing Sam as he was was to brutally have his way with Sam in a locked closet. Dalton began to feel like he really didn’t even deserve to have Sam back after how he had acted.
           
It was just Sam’s huge dick that had attracted Dalton to him, right? Dalton tried to think about what he liked about Sam, expecting that magnificent cock to take center stage. Instead, what he saw was Sam’s nervous half smile, and his deep, soulful eyes.
Dalton shook the image out of his head. It didn’t matter anymore. Once he had the control sample he could make any guy out there big enough to satisfy him. All those guys he had thought were kind of cute but were sorely lacking downstairs; Dalton had the power to change that. He’d find someone else like Sam, and he would make them better. Dalton didn’t need Sam anymore. He could go out and make his ideal guy.  
