Chapter 38 - Geno-type pt. 38

When Dalton finally got home from all the trivial errands he had had to run today, the first thing he did was peel off all his clothes. He was so eager to strip down that he had almost had his shirt completely off before he had even bother to shut the front door. Part of him wanted to let the neighbors get a free shot, but then again, he wasn’t at his best right now. With the door safely shut behind him and locked up tight, Dalton was free to really let it all hang out.
           
Dalton didn’t have to worry about anyone else in his family coming home and spotting him; his sister was happily off at college and was never heard from; his mother was a nurse at the hospital and was rarely seen or heard from during the work week; his father was a full time corporate, brown-nosing ladder climber who liked to put in at least twelve hours a day at work even on weekends. Dalton had always been alone, even before his sister had moved out. She was always out hanging with friends or partying or being otherwise the social butterfly. Dalton, on the other hand, had raised himself in the comfort and solitude of his securely locked little home.
           
He wasn’t bitter about it or anything. He had learned early on the joys of being completely self sufficient and self reliant. His upbringing had taught him the cold hard truth of the world, and that was that you can only really count on yourself. Growing up he had spent a lot of time in front of the TV and would always sneer at the trite children’s shows that preached the powers of love and friendship. The power of friendship couldn’t really make you draw the right card in a life or death match. This is why you learn to build a decent deck and not pray to some transient voodoo bullshit to cover your own short fallings.
           
It is safe to say that Dalton had few friends, and of those friends even fewer that he would consider more than casual acquaintances. The Facebook era had dumbed down the term “Friend” to mean anyone who you could tolerate to look at or hear from for more than five seconds at a time. Dalton had lots of those, hundreds and hundreds of “friends” flooded his often completely ignored timeline.

Dalton always thought it silly how people were so quick to latch on to others. It was like the vast majority of people, especially those his own age, needed constant contact from others to justify their existence. Dalton would always roll his eyes at the large, loud, roving
packs of giggling girls the traipsed through the hallways. He responded likewise to the marauding gangs of dudes who patrolled the corridors of the school as if they were about to start an epic dance battle with the first pack of Jets they encountered.

Dalton was much more at ease by himself. He had his projects and devices to keep him interested. These were much easier for him to relate to than the immature little children he had been forced into contact with by sheer virtue of age brackets. That’s not to say he completely shunned human contact, though. He loved it in the right context; craved it even. There was scarcely a moment in his life where he would refuse to go ankles to ears for anyone who had the proper measurements to please him. He just didn’t like how so many people seemed to expect more out of sex than just sex.

Casual hookups were Dalton’s forte; get in, get off, get out. The after glow was better spent enjoying the ride home with the windows down and the music cranked instead of in the arms of the other party. It bothered him when the other guy wanted to cuddle after the fact. No, sorry. Your role is done. It was a nice ride, but this is his stop.

Dalton was better off alone. He had been reminding himself this all day. He had always been alone. It was what made him feel comfortable. He didn’t have the time for such childish fancies like love. He was better off alone. This had become his mantra.   He still couldn’t comprehend what was going through his mind yesterday. It wasn’t uncommon for him to put the moves on a guy, especially one as cute and hung as Sam, but it was all just pillow talk. Dalton never actually meant any of it he said. It was always “Hey. You’re hot. Let’s bang.” They get their freak on and both part ways happy, but with Sam it was different. Dalton could feel a sense of joy just from watching Sam’s reactions; the small glint of appreciation in his eyes as his apprehension faded, the little smile that played at the corner of Sam’s lip as he struggled to not let slip his feelings, the red flush that tinged Sam’s cheeks as Dalton praised his good looks. Dalton had just intended to get into Sam’s pants, but somehow Sam had begun to get into his heart.

Dalton had momentarily let his guard down, and paid the price for it. He had given his number to another guy. He never did that. He had even begun to look forward to their next encounter. He never did that, either. He had gone to bed dreaming of the chance to see Sam again in the morning. Morning arrived, and Dalton was excited for a new day and a chance to see Sam again; that chance came far earlier than Dalton had expected. Dalton was knee deep in his morning knee deep ritual, when who should walk in but the man of the hour himself.

Dalton was elated to see Sam, but chose to hang back. As excited as he was, he still liked to limit human contact, and he would rather have Sam alone. Plus, he recognized the two dudes Sam was with. Dalton had reason to speak to them too, but he would much rather do it without Sam around. Things could get complicated otherwise.

Dalton was content to sit and watch his crush from afar for now. He had come to accept it during the night that it was in fact a crush; his first, no less. Dalton had looked down on such feelings for so long, but now that he was actually feeling it for himself, he could kind of appreciate what people saw in it. It made him feel good inside just watching Sam there.

All that changed when in an instant. Dalton couldn’t believe his eyes, but it was happening right in front of him. Sam was actually flirting with the coffee guy. How low can you stoop? Dalton was devastated. Wasn’t he good enough for Sam? Countless guys had tried to get with Dalton; he was the best fuck in the county. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Sammy boy.

Dalton slowly slurped at his frosty beverage while the rage boiled deep inside of him. This is exactly why he had not allowed himself to open up for so long. He was stuck in a world where none had the emotional maturity needed to truly appreciate Dalton for who he was. He was a fool for thinking this kid would be any different.

Minor emotional trauma aside, today had been very informative for, though. Dalton had learned the secret to the impossible growing cocks he had witnessed just the other day; a secret that he would gladly put to better use than those children who were currently playing around with it.
 
Dalton took a moment to admire himself in the mirror as he walked trough the living room. It was an ornamental mirror, rife with metallic faux cracks gilded upon it, but it served its purpose well enough. Dalton thought he was pretty good looking all in all. He had shaggy, light, sandy brown hair, and yes, the carpets did match the drapes.  A sandy brown layer of light fuzz covered much of his body; getting steadily denser starting at his belly button down to his groin. Dalton had equally sandy colored, curly pubes. He liked to keep them neat and tidy to accentuate his nice, thick cock, but still kept them long enough to be nice and fluffy. 

Dalton knew that he was above average downstairs. His big dick and nice, round, bubble butt were his two major draws in his frequent sexcapades. Dalton turned and admired his ass in the stylized mirror. His round humps were just as fuzzy as his belly, but with an extra thick line of hair right down the crack. Upon further inspection, Dalton realized it was probably time he trimmed up down their as well. He mowed the lawn, so to speak, every so often just to keep it from getting too out of control, but it was such a pain in the ass to get the little scissors down there… no pun intended. Besides, most guys Dalton had been with liked the little bit of fur down there. They said it tickled as it brushed against their dicks while they reamed him.

Dalton turned back around to admire his front. His thick shaft was already swelling up from the attention he had been giving it. Dalton thought he was pretty hot, actually. He was maybe not porn star hot, but still pretty good looking. He had a pretty mature looking face for his age which was accentuated by a wispy beard on his chin. There wasn’t much to it yet, but he had worked hard on that little patch of facial hair. He thought it made him look older and more dignified. As far as the rest of his body went, he was pretty skinny over all. Well, except for a slight paunch around his belly. Dalton didn’t have any intention of losing the extra weight though. He found the physical perfection of porn stars and models boring. The slight imperfections of normal people are what made them endearing.

Dalton was now standing completely erect. He didn’t normally get turned on just by admiring himself in the mirror, but he had been extra horny all day; most likely a side effect of his seemingly infinite reservoirs of spooge dangling below his now erect cock.  Dalton couldn’t help but notice how much bigger and fuller his balls seemed than before. He figured it was probably a side effect of not emptying his high production cum factories since this morning.

His now huge nuts had been on his mind pretty much all day. Dalton had begun to regret wearing such loose boxers, as his balls continued to slowly become thicker and heavier as they became fuller and fuller of potent spunk. Even within the confines of his tight pants, his balls kept sliding around. It felt so good to let them air out now.

Ogling his own hefty nuts had reminded Dalton of the strange app that Sam had downloaded onto is iPad. Dalton was determined to find a way to jailbreak this sucker for his own personal usage. Dalton walked back up to the entryway and scooped up the piled of clothes and his book bag before turning and heading back up to his room.

Dalton unceremoniously dumped all of the clothes into the laundry bin, and dug out his tablet. Sure enough, the app was still there. Dalton opened it up and tried his best to figure out some way to bypass the security protocols. No matter what he tried, he could not gain access to the controls. He had hacked systems before, but this one was tougher than anything he had ever seen. It looked like there was no way around it. He would need to get in contact with the control specimen and hack the central controls directly.
Dalton rubbed his eyes and looked around. He had been working at the app for a while. The sun was already beginning to set, but at least he gained a lot of insight into how these nanites operated.  For starters it seemed they operated on a psychic wavelength; there was a rudimentary consciousness connecting all the nanites into a sort of hive mind. Dalton didn’t know much about psychic powers and all that, but he had WiFi, which seemed to work well enough.

Dalton checked the time stamp on his tablet. It was already six o’clock in the evening. He had a little time to spare and a lot of pent up frustration. Dalton minimized the app and started browsing through his sites. Wow. That video he had posted of Jack and Taylor was already getting thousands of hits. There was apparently a market for dudes which monstrously huge cocks going at it. Dalton was suddenly wished he had set that video up so that people had to pay to view it. Well, at least Dalton knew better for next time.
Dalton already had plans for next time. Dalton opened up his new, untitled video file from this morning. If the people loved that last video, wait until they see this one.

Dalton could get a good look at his backside on the screen. He had a fine ass and was proud of it, but that wasn’t why he was watching this. Looking past his glorious visage for a moment, he was able to see Sam. Sam was definitely the best looking guy he had met and that cock! It stretched on and on, down past Sam’s ankles. He had heard of people having third legs before, but Sam was something else. His third leg was bigger than his other two combined.

Dalton absent mindedly stroked his raging hardon as he watched. Sam seemed confused, but kind of into it. Then Dalton heard his own voice. It sent chills down his spine. It sounded so distorted and dark, and it wasn’t just the bad speakers. The confusion on Sam’s face gave way to terror.  

Dalton could feel a pit form in his stomach as he looked into those soulful eyes. It felt like Sam was staring directly at him, begging for him to stop. Dalton felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to scream at the guy who was being so cruel to his Sam, but horror set in as he realized that that was him in the video. He didn’t remember being so brutal, so violent, so cruel.

The scene continued to play out in front of Dalton. He was no longer enjoying what he was seeing. Sam would occasionally stare into the camera and beg for release. Or maybe it was forgiveness? Dalton couldn’t be sure, but he couldn’t help but feel ashamed of what he had done. He watched Sam’s eyes travel the room; never once did they look up to meet the eyes of his attacker.

Dalton had had enough. He couldn’t watch any more of this. He closed down the video and promptly deleted it. He was never going to show this to anyone. Partly because of how terrible it made him look, but he also felt genuinely sorry for Sam. He was not about to further hurt him by making such a video public.

Dalton sat there trying to clear his head after what he had witnessed. It did not happen at all as he had remembered. This is why he didn’t like getting involved with other people. Sam had deserved what he had gotten for betraying him, right? So why did he feel so bad about it now? Well, great. Now Dalton had some nagging guilt issues and no sexy video to bank on.

Oh well. It’s not like he needed some low quality video shot in a dark storeroom anyway. He had plenty of equipment in his room to make much better videos. He could release his own videos with him as the star. He might not have the perfect porn star body, but he was soon to have a cock that no one would be able to deny. People would be lining up and throwing money for a chance to glimpse his glorious dick. The more Dalton thought about it, the more porn star sounded like the perfect job for him. No emotional connection, just sex. All the sex. All the time. With as many people as he could get that could handle him.

Just thinking about what it would be like to grow like Jake or Tyler or Sam got Dalton rock hard again. He wrapped a hand around his thick shaft and began pumping; all the while dreaming of what it would be like when one hand just wouldn’t do it. Soon two hands wouldn’t even be enough. Dalton would just continue to grow and grow. He would be sure to put it on cam. Everyone deserved to see this… for a price. That’s the thing about these kids. They didn’t understand the way the world worked. All they cared about was having fun and getting bigger, but there was so much more. This gift was wasted on them. It’s time they let someone who really knew how to use it take control.

Dalton continued to pump away at his dick while he dreamt of the power that was soon to be his. He flopped back onto his bed and let his free hand work away at his hole. It was nice and loose from frequent use; so loose that Dalton slipped three fingers in without even needing to lube up. He had been ridden enough to know exactly where his g-spot was, and wasted no spot massaging it with his fingertips.

Dalton loud moans of pleasure completely drowned out the beeping from the tablet lying on the bed beside him. Even if he hadn’t been moaning so loud, the chances of him registering the sound while so lost in his erotic fantasy were slim to none. Dalton continued to pump away at his thick shaft, oblivious to his surroundings. His hips bucked as he dug into his sweet spot and brought himself ever closer to the edge.

Finally the cumulative physical and mental erotic pleasure became too much for him to hold back. He fired jet after jet of cum. The thick ropes of jizz arced through the air and splattered across his chest and his face. He came again and again, each shot just as powerful and thick as the last. The endless spray continued to coat his body and his blankets; some of the more powerful jets even splattered across the wall behind him.

When his torrent finally subsided, Dalton was overwhelmed by a sense of contentment. He could never have imagined his balls could have felt so empty after his exposure. It didn’t last long, though. He could already feel them swelling up and refilling, but this just seemed to increase the pleasure of the afterglow. Dalton basked in the sensation as he ran his fingers through the thick spunk that coated his body. Once his fingers were nice and coated he would lift his fingers to his lips and lick them clean. He held the fresh spooge in his mouth for a moment; allowing the flavor to soak in before finally swallowing and scooping up more.

He continued this until his jizz began to dry out. He would really need to shower before his date tonight. It was a date after all, maybe not a date with Sam, although that was the pretense, but tonight was definitely a date. Tonight was Dalton’s date with destiny.
Dalton rolled over and with his clean hand poked at the tablet lying on his bed. There was another warning from his app. He had failed yet another attempt to wrest control of the nanites. The fact that he had not taken control was no surprise, although the error was a little unexpected since Dalton had been too busy jacking to do much hacking. He shrugged and dismissed the message and closed out the app. Had he waited just a moment longer he would have seen Sam’s measurements swelling astronomically. 
