Chapter 8 - Geno-type pt. 8

Jake and Tyler kissed long and passionately. Jake was unable to bend forward with Tyler’s rigid, colossal, length wedged between them. Fortunately he was able to crane his neck down a bit, and Tyler was able to stand up on his toes enough for them to lock lips. They pulled each other in tightly; Jake even managed to lift Tyler off his feet a bit so they could kiss deeper. Sandwiched between Tyler’s monumental cock and Jake’s abdomen, was Jake’s smaller, but still massive, cock. Both boys could feel their members rubbing together as they kissed. Jake could feel a sticky wetness spreading across his chest, letting him know turned on Tyler was. Tyler could feel a similar sensation spreading across the lower half of his shaft.

Both boys were ready to have another go right then and there in the shower stall, but their passion was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They gazed into each others eyes with a mixture of despair, longing, and lust. They knew they had to get down to dinner soon to avoid arousing suspicion, but they were both so horny; they just wanted to finish. Consequences be damned.
           
Tyler leaned in for another kiss, but Jake held him at bay. Jake slowly shook his head. Tyler could see the pain in his eyes. Jake wanted to continue as much as e did, but Jake was always the more level headed of the two. Tyler realized that Jake was right. They couldn’t stay up here all night. They had to make a showing, and carry on as if things were normal. Tyler let out a raggedy sigh. He took a moment to let his heart rate slow down and his breathing return to normal.
           
Tyler could see that Jake was nowhere near ready to go downstairs yet. There were large chunks of cum still caked onto him. The shower had helped to soften it up a bit, but he needed a solid scrubbing to get it all off. Tyler leaned quickly to give Jake one last quick peck on the cheek and then opened the shower door. “I’ll get us some clothes. Hurry up and get cleaned up.” Jake nodded. His face was an odd combination of colors; his cheeks were bright red and there were still white globs intermittently splattered across his face.
           
Jake placed his left pointer and middle fingers on his chest. He traced his fingers along the slimy, sticky pool of Tyler’s pre that was steadily trickling down his front. He could smell it even over the fresh soapy smell. Once his fingers were thoroughly coated, Jake slipped his fingers into his mouth and stepped back under the shower stream. He sucked as much of it as he could off of his fingers; basking in the flavor. When his fingers were completely clean, he picked up the cloth and soap and began work on the rest of him.
           
Meanwhile Tyler sifted through his drawers for clothes. He was beginning to worry that he’d never be able to find anything tat would fit him when he saw it; an old worn out pair of sweat pants. Tyler recognized these. They actually belonged to his dad, but must have been mixed in wit his laundry accidentally. Tyler’s dad was very similar to him in terms of height, but Tyler was in much better shape. These pants were designed for someone who is much wider all around than Tyler is, which made them perfect for him now. Tyler stuck his right leg in first and then began feeding his long tube down the same pant leg. Once his meat was safely put away, he slipped the other leg in and began pulling the pants up. He had managed to get them up on his hips, but they wouldn’t go any further. Any more and they began to cramp his nuts in a painful way. It would have to do, Tyler thought, as he tightened the drawstring as tight as he could manage. The pants stayed up well enough, but the base of his shaft, his well trimmed pubic area, and most of his ass were all very visible.
           
Tyler dug around for a shirt, to, but none were long enough. They all stopped right at about the waist. Tyler then remembered an old bath robe he had in his closet. It was given to him a few years ago by his grandparents. Grandparents never knew what kind of gifts to give, but Tyler graciously accepted it and stashed it away where it would never be worn. He had never been happier to be related to such a tacky old woman. He threw the robe on and tied it around the waist. It served its purposes and covered up his Netherlands in such a way that he could at least be seen in public.
           
Tyler looked over is odd outfit in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. He had an ugly overcoat and the crotch line on his pants was down to his knees. Tyler had neither the grace, nor the animated penguin entourage to rock the look anywhere near as well as Dick Van Dyke had. At least his obscene bulge was covered up by the robe. His lower half bulged out in misshapen ways, but it wasn’t readily apparent what was causing it. As far as the average onlooker would be concerned, it was just a side effect of dressing like a frumpy old man.  
           
Tyler grabbed a few articles of clothing for Jake as well. Jake was a lot easier to find clothes for, since his equipment was not as inhumanly large as Tyler’s. All Tyler had to worry about was finding clothes that were long enough for Jake’s tall, lanky frame. Jake pulled out a pair of basketball shorts that stopped well below his knees when he wore them. The shirt was the problem, though. He owned no long shirts. The best he could come up with was an old, baggy hoodie.
           
Tyler had good timing, for as soon as he had gotten Jake’s outfit ready he heard the water from the shower stop. Tyler scooped up the clothes and turned around to see Jake standing in the doorway. Jake had not a single scrap of cloth on him, save for the towel which was being used to dry his hair.
           
Jake could tell Tyler liked what he saw because as soon as Tyler turned and saw him his jaw dropped.  Jake was thin, but nowhere near emaciated. The only bits of his bone structure that could be seen clearly were the bottom ridge of his ribs, his collar bone, and just a little bit of a ridge on the sides of his hips. He had the rudimentary basis of muscles, which could sort of be seen from the right angles; such as if he flexed, you could almost make out the bump of his bicep. His stomach was flat, firm, and smooth. Tyler could see he had a little bit of muscle there, but it was nowhere near as toned and developed as his.
           
Jake was also much paler than Tyler. He wasn’t pasty, but he didn’t go outside enough to get a decent tan going. Jake also didn’t put near as much stock in manscaping as Tyler did; as was evidenced by the thick clumps of hair around his armpits and groin. Even in its currently wet state, the hair curled and clumped thickly around the base of his penis. Tyler had often teased him about this in the past. It seemed whenever they went swimming or some other activity that resulted him Jake not wearing a shirt, Tyler would constantly remind Jake not to overfeed his tribbles. Jake was naturally hairless everywhere else, which just served to make his few clumps of hair seem even more wild and unkempt.
           
But this was all stuff that Tyler had seen before. What really caught his eye was the thick, meaty, cock that Jake was now sporting. Jake could tell that Tyler was completely fixated on his schlong. It was Jake’s turn to show off now. His hard-on had had time to die down, but not completely. He still had a sizeable semi that hung at least halfway down to his knees. Behind the shaft dangled two melon sized balls. Jake’s balls didn’t sag near as much as Tyler’s did, but they still dangled far lower than they used to. The sheer weight of them was starting to cause them to become low hangers.
           
Jake rubbed his hair vigorously. His hair was pretty much dry by now, but he was no longer trying to dry off. Each hard brush of his scalp would send a wave through his body that would run down the length of his cock, causing it to swing heavily back and forth. Tyler looked like one of those old, novelty Felix the Cat clocks as his eyes traced the path of Jake’s dick as it slapped from thigh to thigh. Jake was enjoying the lusty gaze he was getting from Tyler, and Jake could see the outline of Tyler’s enormous cock stir and twist as it grew inside his sweatpants. Jake could see why Tyler enjoyed flaunting his stuff as much as he did, and as much as Jake wanted to keep the show going, he knew they were late for dinner as it was.
           
Jake playfully flung his soggy towel into Tyler’s face, and scooped up the clothes Tyler was holding.  Tyler quickly pulled the towel off, but Jake was already pulling the pants on. All but the very base of his shaft was already covered. Tyler gave Jake the biggest, sad puppy eyes he could manage. “Oh, all right.” Jake said with mock indignation as he pulled his pants back down a few inches. Not enough to expose the head, but enough to expose a good chunk of the shaft and all of his balls. “But that’s it for now. We have to get going.” Jake said as he pulled the shorts back up and slipped his shirt on.
           
Jake then leaned in really close to Tyler, and whispered seductively into his ear. “And besides. We have all night to pick up where we left off.” With that Jake gave one of Tyler’s gigantic nuts a gentle squeeze, and headed downstairs. 
