To Folsum and Beyond by lennoxbear@aol.com
NOTE: The following is a continuation of the characters and story line from the collection entitled "Feelings of Security", please contact me if you have any questions.
This is a story involving gay men and homosexual relationships, if such matter offends you, please exit.
Dr. Tom Pratt had helped two of his closest friends become freaky muscle giants but was beginning to wonder about some of the possible long-term side effects. He had only moderately used the supplements himself and really felt he had to produce some in depth documentation from his two primary recipients, Tom Bell and Eric Stout. His journals tracked an increased sex drive for both men but they hardly complained about it being a negative side effect. The latest tweak to the supplements may prove more than even they bargained.
The doctor had been worried about a slight break in their relationship that seemed to pull them apart but it turned out to be a mere blip on the radar screen. The two men really had not had a disagreement, only a misunderstanding and miscommunication over an acquaintance. Once that had been talked through, their commitment only got stronger. Or, as their friends referred to it, disturbingly devoted. It was like they had become joined at the hip. They did everything together. They still had friends over for dinners and parties at the pool but no matter how big the group having sex may have gotten, they remained a twosome. One reason for this, the doctor theorized, was that as their muscles and strength grew, so did their dicks and balls, to the point that they were seemingly the only ones who could handle each other's unnatural equipment.
One exception may have been Vic Cannon, their close friend and workout partner. Vic had also tried the Pratt supplements and experienced massive muscle growth and an increased sex drive. At first he was a frequent fuck buddy to Tom and Eric but as time passed, this occurred less frequently. Oddly enough, the more he continued with the program, the more devoted and committed he became to his own partner. Vic was reluctant to share his feelings with the Doctor since he was a police officer and wanted to avoid drawing any more attention to himself. At least no more attention, than an enormous, massive cop in uniform with a basket to choke a horse, could draw.
Tom Pratt was eager to know but had no clue how to prove that his supplements were causing this commitment side effect. After all, who really believes in love potions? He decided to set himself up as the test subject and joined Eric and Tom's little muscle workout group. The first two weeks on the musclepack with Eric guiding the training produced an increase in his muscle mass beyond his wildest expectations. His sex drive went through the roof. The group of muscleheads would no sooner finish a workout from hell than the doc would be begging for sex and get basically no response. One evening after an unusually intense workout, Tom hooked up with Ted and Vic on one of the now rare occasions they offered to have a threesome. The three hot men fucked and sucked for four hours. Vic's ass had to be sore the next day. They were happily drained after their little sexploit. But, before the good doctor could even get home, his dick was hard and looking for more action. He wanted more than anything to pound Tom's massive bubble butt and suck on Eric's fuckpole but couldn't get the guys to step out of their now solid monogamy.
It finally happened on a Friday evening as they were finishing up a workout and relaxing. Eric's high school football buddy Dan stopped by. Dan and the doc were more than merely infatuated with each other and all but stripped in Eric's driveway to have sex. They got to the doc's place, ripped off their clothes and began exploring each other's body. To measure the effect on the sex drive, the doctor excused himself to down another handful of the musclepack supplements and rejoined Dan in the bedroom. Dan had been working out himself as a result of being closer to Eric and Tom. He had musculature that any man would envy. Tom worked from the top of Dan's neck to his toes and back, licking, sucking and nibbling everything he found along the way. As he lay on top of the beefy man, he felt his sexual need slip into overdrive. He parted Dan's lips and slipped his tongue down his hot throat. Dan held onto the headboard and pushed his chest up and out. Tom's hands found Dan's furry nipples and rolled them with increasing pressure between his fingertips. Dan was moaning to have them worked harder. He raised his legs to give Pratt access to his ass. The doc slid down between his legs and buried his tongue in the man's furry butt. He licked until spit was flowing down the ass crack. Dan felt Tom's tongue driving into him as hard as any dick. Dan was begging to be fucked and Tom was only too happy to oblige. He placed the head of his bigger and harder than usual cock against Dan's wet hole and pushed in. The rock hard shaft slid in without a stop. Dan clamped his legs around Tom's waist and held on as the fucking got more and more intense. The doctor felt as if he was outside of his body watching the two men fuck. The visual only made the experience more intense and he soon shot stream after stream of hot cum deep into Dan's willing ass.
His cock never went soft and Dan's butt continued to be pounded until the doc had dropped two more loads. Dan's prostate was beaten to a pulp, as his own cum flowed onto his furry abs and trickled down his sides. The good doc finally collapsed onto Dan and the two men lay there, stuck together by huge amounts of cum. Both were breathing deeply and sweating like they had worked out for another two hours.
Across town Eric was fucking Tom with the same intensity. The two men had reached a plateau in their growth and seemed to be content for now. Eric was weighing in at 300, huge, fucking lean pounds with a 60-inch chest and 28 inch biceps. His quads were 34 and calves ballooned to 26. All of this was built around a tiny 34-inch waist that made him a walking muscle-morph. Tom was only too happy to be under that 300 pounds. He loved the weight of his massive lover on top of him, no matter how crushed the normal person may have felt. He himself was weighing in at 260 with a 55-inch chest, 25-inch arms, 30 quads and 24 calves. Every muscle head was perfectly striated, every vein popped out on the thin skin, and yet they were not the least bit gaunt or sallow. They were the perfect specimens. What became even more impressive were their cocks and balls. In the soft, flaccid state, Eric's hung down to about 10 inches. Tom hung about 9. Erect, Eric's could get to 18 and Tom to 15, and Tom could handle every veiny inch up his butt or down his throat, likewise for Eric. Their balls would swell to the size of grapefruits and then recede after cumming to more than normal size but small by their standards.
They had become intent to settle into a monogamous relationship. Who else could have handled their cocks? The two men were soon to celebrate their first anniversary with a trip to San Francisco and the Folsum Street Fair with some of their rowdy friends. Tom had never been to California and was like an excited puppy at going. Eric was looking forward to being the proud daddy and showing off his muscle son. Their friends were laying odds that they would come out of their self-imposed monogamy in the gay mecca. Tom didn't seem to care. His world revolved around Eric and satisfying him.
Ten days before they were about to leave, Dan stopped by to talk with them. He and the doc were now seeing each other regularly and with all the cum being dumped into his ass, he felt his own body changing. He put this theory in front of Eric and Tom who just smiled and cupped his pecs. They also had felt that way early on in the taking of the supplements. Dan was gaining size and strength. He confessed the sex was awesome and he gladly let the doc fuck him for hours. He worried about his sex drive being out of control. He would often feel a hardon come over him as he worked at his restaurant and would have to excuse himself to go to his office and beat off. After awhile though, he just gave up and let his cock fight for space in his now snug pants. He wasn't actually taking the supplements but the growth was obvious. Eric and Tom put him through one of their patented killer workouts and soon Tom's body was tingling with new muscle growth. He left there and drove straight to Doc Pratt's and demanded to be fucked. The two men had hot sweaty sex just inside the doorway to the doctor's house as the door stood ajar. If anyone had chanced to come by the two men never would have noticed.
A couple of days before Folsum, Eric and Tom met up with their rowdy friends at the airport and chatted eagerly about the long vacation. The poor gate attendants struggled with the heavy suitcases and stared open mouthed at the parade of gay muscle. Marsh and Jack were the only ones under-packed, figuring they would do some major shopping in San Francisco. Frank and Don had a separate suitcase for boots and toys. Vic and Ted wore their real work uniforms on the plane and had every gay man in the airport drooling. Darrell and Ron were the most subdued dressed in jeans and T-shirts for traveling, but since both of them pumped major weight, the muscle was drawing a fair amount of attention. Mark and Kyle came to the airport to see the men off. Mark couldn't get away from football season and Kyle was in the middle of studying for some major exams. They were going to stay at Eric and Tom's to partake of the gym equipment, hottub and toys, what few were being left behind.
Kyle and Mark had been undergoing their own workout metamorphosis without the benefit of the famous Pratt supplements, but both were hot muscle pups who drew attention wherever they went. The four men hugged at the gate and made Eric and Tom promise to bring them something special from SF. Tom also promised to do some shopping for their parents' anniversary coming up shortly. Other passengers stared at the four men hugging and kissing. Some punk types were about to make comments when Eric turned and flexed one arm. The punks wandered off with their tails between their legs. Kyle and Mark took off to have fun in the tub and Eric and Tom stood and watched the crowd forming for the flight.
Since they were flying out of O'Hare, there were lots of hot Chicago and Midwest leather men. Eric stood with his arm around Tom and commented on the hot crowd. Men drooled over the two muscle giants dressed conservatively in jeans, boots and T's. There was no mistaking the lust in their eyes. The friends had managed to snag the first class seats. There wasn't a straight man in the area. The flight attendant, a hot looking gay man himself, was more than eager to attend to their every need. By the time the plane got to San Francisco, he had his weekend layover well planned out.
Tom fell asleep leaning against Eric. Marsh speculated on his dreams as the friends watched a huge hardon form in his jeans. Eric just smiled and shrugged. Looked normal to him. The arrival in San Francisco was a bit more hectic as they stood inline waiting to pick up their rental cars. The guesthouse was going to be scurrying to accommodate the entire load of luggage and three vehicles, all oversized, of course. Their timing had been to get to San Francisco in time to change and wander around Market and Castro. The weather was picture perfect, just right for changing to shorts and tank tops to show off the results of their hard work. Tom's head was spinning as he tried to take in everything. Frank and Don were engrossed in watching the reactions of the heavy-duty top men watching the young man who was more than happy to let them know he was focused on satisfying his daddy. Darrell and Ron loved the diversity of men wandering the street.
Mash and Jack dragged everyone into a small restaurant and began their adventure with a simple snack and wine. Tomorrow would be the Folsum Street Fair and they toasted to the fun and friendship of the group. Eric slipped his arm around Tom and groped the muscle butt.
"Oh, don't look now but the sex is about to start." Marsh pinched Tom's pierced nips through the tank and rubbed his smooth shaved head. "The scent of the two of you fucking will have every man within a three block radius of the guest house in heat. Thank you." Marsh groped Jack's growing crotch and dropped a hint to get back to the guesthouse. The men wove their way back through the growing Castro crowd and hit the guesthouse in search of sex. The flight attendant they had befriended on the flight had arrived and Marsh and Jack dragged the poor young man to the hot tub. Frank and Don soon joined them. Since the guesthouse was clothing optional the other guests got an eyeful of the five men. Vic and Ted sat at a small bar and drank juice while displaying their long flaccid dicks. Two other well-muscled guests took the bait and the cops were soon heading to their room with the two other men in tow. Darrell and Ron met two lean, muscled black men from Arizona and disappeared into their room very quickly. Eric and Tom had gone back to their room and were too engrossed in their own sex to realize their window opened onto the courtyard. Every man there was listening and sneaking peaks of the big men fucking the just slightly smaller big man. It was a very short happy hour at the guesthouse as everyone disappeared to have sex. The owners sat near the hot tub and listened to the moaning and groaning.
They raised their beers to each other, "Here's to a fun Folsum weekend."
The friends met up later for a late dinner. The numbers had grown with the inclusion of the flight attendant named James and the two men Vic and Ted had met from DC, named Mark and Steve. After some calling around they finally found a restaurant willing to handle the group. The men arrived and took over a rear room in the dimly lit restaurant and soon had the wait staff hustling and laughing. Being San Francisco, the staff was all gay or lesbian men and women, happy to cater to the fun group. They all agreed it had been the perfect start to the vacation and eagerly discussed the fair the next day.
A late night tour of the bars SOMA, added to the festive air. Wherever they went the crowds parted to let Eric and Tom get through. The two lovers chose to wear their leather police uniforms and looked like they were two of SF's finest. Vic and Ted were also dressed in uniform and the real policemen working the Folsum beat, stopped them to ask where they were from. The friends were soon split up looking for sex connections. Only Tom and Eric went back to the guesthouse alone. They were the only ones ready for breakfast the next morning. None of their friends seemed up to the challenge so they went to pump before the fair by themselves. Gold's was packed with hot men pumping for the full muscle look. The better to impress people. Tom and Eric breathed in the aroma of hot sweaty men and hit the weights hard. The walk back to the guesthouse to shower and change was a precursor to the hot time they were about to have at the fair. The weather was bright, sunny and warm. Just right for lots of skin.
Back at the guesthouse the randy group was relaxing over coffee and breakfast. They marveled at the two hot muscle men and their dedication. At least until Vic and Ted appeared with the two real cops in tow. The four men were smiling broadly and Marsh launched into 20 questions. The guest house owners were overworked waiting on the crowd.
By early afternoon, everyone was ready to hit the Folsum Street Fair.
Back home Kyle and Mark were beginning their own adventure. They had worked out for nearly two hours in Eric and Tom's home gym. They were about to relax in the hot tub when the phone rang and Kyle heard Dan's happy voice.
"You boys behaving yourself over there? Not stuck in the sling are you?"
"Not yet. We were about to enjoy the hot tub for awhile, you guys want to join us and then do dinner?"
"We could probably be persuaded to do that."
"Good. Come around back. We'll be in the tub and won't be able to answer the front door."
"Be there in 20 minutes."
Kyle walked back out to the deck and joined Mark in the hot steamy water. He slid down onto Mark's lap facing him. Mark's stiff dick slid up Kyle's ass crack and Kyle stood up slightly to allow the dick to slide in to the balls. They were totally engrossed in fucking and kissing when Tom and Dan arrived.
"Would you look at that. They didn't even wait until we got here to start the appetizers."
Kyle stopped humping the stiff dick in his ass long enough to invite them to strip and join them. They watched as the two older men, chucked their clothes and stepped into the tub. Kyle was salivating over the huge muscle growth both men had had since the last time he saw them. Dan stepped over to kiss Kyle and felt Mark's hand close around his dick. While Kyle and Dan sucked face, Mark leaned in to swallow Dan's cock and Tom reached around to work Kyle's erect nips. The four men played around sucking and kissing for another 20 minutes. Kyle had been snorkeling under the water for dick and came up for breath.
"Man, before I drown, let's go hit the playroom and really enjoy ourselves." The four men quickly toweled off enough to get through the house and into the basement to the playroom. Kyle was in the sling and begging for dick before anyone had a chance to think lube. Mark dropped to his knees and began tonguing his young lover's hole. Tom slid his fat uncut cock into Kyle's eager mouth and Dan worked from nips to dick. Kyle was soon whining for someone to fuck him. Mark more than gladly started the party. Kyle chewed on Tom's thick foreskin sending the doctor into throes of ecstasy. He pulled out saying he was saving his load for that hot ass. Mark pulled out and motioned for the doc to replace him. Kyle let out a loud gasp as the big dick slid in and his mouth was filled with Dan's really fat cock. He lost himself in the hands and dicks working his body and soon felt the doc filling his hole with hot cum. Not to be left out Dan eased his fat prick into the sloppy hole and soon had Kyle shooting his own load over his tight abs. Mark unloaded on top of Kyle as the doc fingered his hole. Mark was then face down on the floor with his butt propped up over the toy chest as the doc fucked him relentlessly. Mark felt his dick stiffening and bouncing against his own abs. He watched Dan grimace and shoot a second load deep into his lover as his as burned with the hot cum Pratt was letting go. Not to be left out, Kyle jumped up and replaced the doc fucking Mark's beefy butt. Soon all four men were lying in a heap on the floor of the playroom, gasping for breath.
"OK, let's move this party to the shower so we can get cleaned up for dinner." Kyle raced up the stairs and pushed the computer buttons that Tom had explained to him. By the time the others reached him, the glass shower was filled with hot sexy steam and all the nozzles were massaging their bodies. The men each took turns stroking the others dicks until they got off one more time. As they dried themselves, Mark chuckled, "who needs to go to Folsum to fuck themselves silly."
The warm sunny day brought out throngs of people for the fair, many wearing as little as possible. Eric and Tom decided they didn't want sunburn lines from harnesses, so they chose to dress in leather shorts and boots. All the better to show off their massive bodies. Frank and Don even dressed in as little leather as possible, just enough to allow Don to wear his collar and Frank to keep him on his leash. Marsh and Jack wore the remains of cutoff jeans with boots and armbands. Ted and Vic opted for leather jock straps, their uniform boots and badges attached to the straps. With their police caps to keep the sun out of their eyes. Darrell and Ron started out with vests and shorts but soon took off the vests to enjoy the warm sun and let others have direct access to their eager nipples. The men joined the crowds of people sauntering Folsum Street, chatting with people they met and enjoying the various displays.
Tom was getting beers for everyone when a voice behind him whispered in his ear. "I hope that awesome man with you is Eric."
Tom turned to face Bill and Steve from Chicago. At first, he was flustered then smiled and shook his head. "Yes it is, we worked everything out."
"Good, from what I have seen, you two are very happy together." They stood and chatted a few minutes until Eric came over to get his beer.
"Hey, don't leave me over there thirsty. I'm Eric." He held out his hand to the two big, muscle men. Bill and Steve were dressed in leather shorts, similarly to Eric and Tom, and showing huge tools in their baskets.
"This is Bill and Steve, the guys I met in Chicago." Eric looked at Tom as he remembered the story.
Bill shook Eric's hand. "Hey we're cool. I just said to Tom that you two looked very happy together and that we thought that was great. We don't mean any harm or trouble."
"No problem. Tom told me everything. At least what he can remember." Eric shook Steve's big hand and Tom's face went red. "From what he said, you guys were pretty supportive in our little misunderstanding and urged him to work it out with me. Thanks." Eric wrapped his arm around Tom's neck and hugged him as he pressed the cold beer against a nipple.
The four big men stood and chatted in the middle of the throngs of people. Tom watched and listened as Eric, Bill and Steve got very chummy. Desire that he hadn't felt in several months soon overcame him.