Adaptability
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
Jason was a very special child. Perfect, in fact. Though he started out to be the ugliest baby in the maternity ward, by the time he was taken home he had somehow become the most beautiful.
All through school, he never got sick -- not once. Always healthy, always beautiful in a masculine way, always the darling of his teachers and always making his parents proud. He was everything a parent could want.
When puberty came, it unsettled him but not so as anyone would notice. But where he had before done things for others, he thereafter began to do things for himself. Like Tracy.
Tracy was a beautiful, bright young girl in high-school, a year ahead of Freshman Jason. He set his sights on her body and very soon got to give away his virginity. Fortunately Tracy wasn't a virgin, so she could help him please her. That first night, he learned how to please a woman with his fingers, tongue, and cock, and he really liked being her student: not the learning part (which was very exciting), but the state of being subject to her -- that really turned him on and kept him going non-stop until almost dawn.
They were together for a little more than a year, and as time went on Jason became more and more like the ideal person to for Tracy. It was almost as if he changed, physically and mentally, into Tracy's dream-man - which was more or less correct!
Jason had been about 5'-10" tall, sandy-blond, blue-eyed, very handsome in an almost beautiful, angelic way when he first bedded Tracy. His body had been lean and trim -- he had been on the track, soccer and swim teams, and so didn't need massive muscles. He had had very little body hair -- just a sprinkling on his arms and legs, short underarm tufts, and a very abbreviated pubic bush around his seven inch cock and egg-sized scrotum.
But, by the time he and Tracy split up because she had to relocate with her family to the other end of the state to follow her father's job, he had grown three inches (two years after what should have been his last growing spurt), and his hair had lightened into near silver-blond. His eyes had deepened in colour to green. His face was subtly different, hard to detect how even WITH before and after photographs. It was, perhaps, only more masculine - less beautiful, but still as handsome as before. His body had filled out like he had lifted weights non-stop the whole 14 months (which he had not). Large, flat, hard pecs, bulging biceps, washboard stomach, thick, almost massive thighs and rock hard calves. There was no longer any hair on his body from his neck down, including his groin. And in reference to that area, his cock had also inflated -- it had become 9 1/2 inches long and two inches around, while his scrotum had swelled to the size of a baseball.
The most amazing part of his transformation was that no one noticed it. Tracy grew closer and closer to him, finding more and more fulfilment in their relationship as he met more and more of her needs, but she had no real idea why this was happening.
They kept up their 'teacher-student' relationship all through their time together, although by the end it had become 'mistress-slave' outright. Also, his grades began to dive -- Tracy hated intelligent men.
And then she left. Jason's parents had expected him to be heartbroken, but he had no problem with the separation emotionally. He was once again under the influence of his parents and he reverted to his 'original' state, including mentally. His grades went back up and everything returned to normal.
Jason stayed solitary for the rest of his high-school years: his need for sex had dimmed after Tracy. The dip in his grades hadn't been drastic enough nor prolonged enough to affect his chances for college, and the August after he graduated high-school he went away for the first time, to a state university in Missouri.
While he was away his first year, and accidental fire killed his parents, leaving him alone in the world. That affected him more than Tracy's leaving had, and his roommate, a football lineman named Stan, had to do a good deal of consoling.
Of course, Jason had from the first day in the dorm come under Stan's influence. So while he had left home a tall, slim, but well developed, handsome young man, by the time the call came he had changed. This time, instead of transforming into a hulk he had become -- well, not a exactly a wimp but almost.
He had shrunk to 5'-6", and gotten even skinnier. His looks hadn't really changed and he had become even smarter, but he seemed somehow weaker, younger, less mature.
What Stan wanted, you see, was someone to protect, to be a big brother to. And Jason changed to fit the bill. Then, when Jason's personal crisis came, Stan's goals altered.
Jason began, soon after he had recovered from the loss of his parents, to have strange feelings toward Stan. He had always felt subordinate to the older, more commanding man, and looked up to him. But now, he wanted more than praise from him. Sex was again becoming part of his life, but this time it was man-to-man sex he needed.
He took to wearing less and less in the room until finally he wore only the briefest of Italian bikini underwear. His cock and balls (which, unlike the rest of him, had returned to the size they had been under Tracy's influence) made a sizeable basket which wasn't really concealed at all by the skimpy cloth he wore -- especially since his cock was usually erect.
Finally the pressure got to be too much. One night, Jason lay on his bed in a pair of purple briefs, doing his Calc homework. Stan sat at his desk going over a play-book, and his stereo was playing a local rock station.
After an hour of this, Stan flipped off his lamp and wend over to his bed, stretching out on it on his back.
Jason looked up and closed his books. He rolled over on his side, his cock tenting his briefs as usual, and said, "Uh, Stan...un, how come you don't date?"
Stan looked over at him and answered, "I don't know, kid. Why?"
"D-do you ever have sex?"
"Sometimes."
"Could you ma-maybe p-please...um, I...um...What do you think of gay men?"
Stan just stared at him for a moment with smouldering eyes, and then said, "Why don't you come over here and find out, kid?"
Jason smiled and leapt from his bed onto Stan's. He leaned down into Stan's face and kissed him while pushing his hands under Stan's t-shirt and caressing the older boy's chest. The kiss was very deep and passionate, and Stan's hands began to move too, gliding up and down the kid's back.
Finally they separated hesitantly. Stan said, "Okay, kid. I'm far too overdressed for this. Get me out of these clothes."
Jason was eager to comply. He peeled off Stan's t-shirt, then his gym shorts, and lastly, the athlete's jock strap, freeing the boy's fine 9" and very hairy cock.
"Okay, kid. You seem to like the sight of my cock. Kiss it. Go ahead, kiss it."
Jason looked at the cock he had been dreaming of and lusting for, and took it in his hand. He stroked its hard length for a bit and then he bent over it and touched his lips to it, giving it a little kiss right on its bifurcated, rounded head. He licked his lips when the kiss was over, and he liked the faint taste on them so much that he immediately dove back onto the hard pole, taking it fully into his mouth and sucking on it like a starving man on a piece of food.
Jason had never been with a man before, but he was an expert anyway because Stan didn't want a novice lover, just a young one. He had had several male lovers before, including his little brother's best friend, and now he wanted to roll all of them into one person -- the skill of an expert, lifetime cock-sucker and the innocence of youth. Jason now fit that bill perfectly.
Jason sucked on Stan's prick like a demon for an age and a half (or so it seemed to the ecstatic Stan). Half way through, Jason began to use his hands on Stan's nipples, balls, and ass-hole, pushing Stan farther and farther over the edge. Finally Stan came, hosing quarts of cum down Jason's throat.
Then, it was Stan's turn. Laying the kid on his back, he removed the stretching briefs and freed Jason's cock. But before beginning in on it, he first started by kissing Jason's entire hairless body. He was particularly thrilled by the hairlessness of Jason's huge cock -- it accentuated perfectly his apparent youth.
Jason's skin was smooth and faintly male scented, and was soon fully coated with Stan's saliva. And when Jason was fully relaxed, Stan began to suck.
Jason's cock tasted exactly like Stan had expected, and like no one else's ever: tangy, nutty, manly in a primal, essential way. Stan loved it. He duplicated what Jason had done to him with lips, tongue, and hands, and in almost exactly the same amount of time, Jason was cumming gobs of salty whiteness into Stan's mouth.
Then, Stan said, "Okay, kid, lift your legs and grab your knees. It's time to get fucked!"
Jason complied. Stan shifted closer to Jason's crotch and pointed his once-again hard cock at the tiny pink asterisk now revealed between Jason's spread ass-cheeks.
Initial penetration was very easy. Jason's ass-hole was very malleable, easy to breach, but it stayed tight around the intruder, gripping Stan's cock like a rubber glove. Stan began pumping right away, wanting to get as much as possible out of the thrilling sensation of fucking his cute kid of a roommate.
Jason, meanwhile, was being driven out of his mind by unimaginable pleasure. Being fucked felt better than any fantasy he had ever had about it, and he didn't even have to do anything - just lie there and take it. He thought he might very well die from the pleasure and he didn't mine a bit.
That first fuck lasted for only about 10 minutes, but to both participants that 1/6th of an hour was stretched to endless proportions by way of pleasure, so that it seemed like an eternity before Stan felt his cock pulse as it fired bullets of cum into the ass gripping his prick, and Jason felt his insides being scalded by rivers of man-cum. Both immediately passed out from excessive ecstasy, and slept, interlocked by penis and ass-hole, for the rest of the night.
Jason and Stan were together for two years. Appearances stayed just about the same until the end of the school year. His inheritance allowance got the pair a house for the summer, and over that summer he got even younger - regressing to about 14 to all appearances. He never left the house, doing the house work, cooking, being a 'wife' for Stan.
Then, in the two weeks before school started he regained some of his age, ending up looking about 16, with a little bush of hair growing in about the base of his monster cock. And, for the whole next year, he stayed looking about that age. He kept both of them on the Dean's List and both of them sexually satisfied. Though Stan took a few other lovers, both male and female, and had some of them fuck his ass, Jason's cock never penetrated any part of Stan's body except his mouth.
At the end of Jason's sophomore year, Stan's brother Cliff came out to stay with them in the apartment they rented for that summer. Cliff was just out of high-school and would be attending their college in the fall. He was tall (just under 6'), raven haired, built like a runner or cyclist -- in short, much like Jason upon HIS graduation from high-school and much like Jason was once again, except that Jason seemed younger.
Something clicked between Cliff and Jason from the moment they set eyes on each other. It was something they hid from Stan unconsciously. Stan had classes and a lab (trying to make up for his first year's failings with a stint in summer session), as well as extra-curricular activities that didn't include either of his 'younger' roommates, so Cliff and Jason were alone a lot. It got so that Cliff eventually took a part-time job to get away from the strange feelings and uneasy-yet-exciting tension between the two of them.
You see, there was something that was very repressed between Stan and Cliff too. Someone watching Stan and Jason's relationship from outside might have noticed the similarities between Jason and Cliff, and linked them to a real or fantasized relationship between the two brothers. And, after a good look at their interaction, it seemed obvious that Stan was very attracted to his brother and Cliff knew it but was uncomfortable about both the incestuous overtones and the homosexual leanings it displayed.
And Cliff and Jason were also attracted to each other. Cliff was still uncomfortable about the gay thing -- the thought both attracted and repelled him - but there weren't any other considerations (like incest) to keep him from going ahead and exploring his feelings with Jason. Still, Cliff had his hang-ups and he didn't (think he) want(ed) to explore those feelings, so he remained uneasy around the 'younger' man.
Finally, things came to a head two months after Cliff arrived. Stan had to go out of town for a week, which left the Jason and Cliff with every opportunity to be together. And, Cliff was being worn down little by little by constant exposure to Jason's allure. Finally, it happened.
Bathrooms are a marvellous opportunity, especially when there is only one in an apartment and it has no lock on the door. One morning Jason was taking a shower. As he was drying himself off afterwards, Cliff walked in in his bikini briefs, looked surprised, then apologetic, and then just looked at the naked youth. Every single inhibition he had had was totally destroyed by that sight and he moved slowly into Jason's arms.
After a passionate embrace during which both pairs of hands roamed freely up and down opposite backs and the two young man fused lips eagerly, Cliff slid down Jason's body, his tongue out and tasting Jason's skin as he went.
He was soon on his knees with Jason's cock staring him in the face. Hesitantly at first, then with more and more natural skill and enthusiasm, Cliff began to suck on the monster cock in front of him. Jason put his hands on Cliff's head and closed his eyes, reveling in the feelings of the fantastic blow job.
It wasn't long before Cliff was swallowing cum, and Jason almost fainted from the pleasure. When he had recovered, he took Cliff's hand, drew him to the bedroom, and positioned himself to let Cliff fuck him.
Cliff slipped out of his briefs and revealed a cock almost the size of Jason's. Jason smiled and showed Cliff the lubricant of choice. Cliff greased them both up and proceeded to fuck Jason through three weird internal orgasms before finally getting both of their cocks to explode in whiteness.
They had the rest of the week together, and they explored each other thoroughly. Jason even got to fuck Cliff a few times. Cliff was in heaven, except for one thing: though he liked Jason's cock, he would really have preferred a cunt. Not a woman, just a cunt.
On the day that Stan was due back, Jason and Cliff made a decision. They cleared the apartment of their belongings and secured a motel room, where Jason made the final arrangements for their move. And, across the country they set up in a totally new life.
They transferred to another college and got an apartment together. Under Cliff's sway, Jason again changed, aging up to Cliff's age in all ways. In fact, they were often taken to be brothers, and sometimes twins.
And Jason changed even more drastically in response to Cliff's wishes than was obvious from a cursory public view. Gradually, day by day, Jason's cock shrank until one day he no longer had either cock or balls -- he had a cunt and Cliff's dreams came true. They lived happily ever after as man and man/wife.