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Kyle was actually a little surprised at how easy it was to get John upstairs and into his apartment. The stairs had creaked under the weight of the massive, muscular linebacker and his six feet of schlong, but they had held well enough. The hard part was getting the beefy college freshman's bulk through the doorway. John had to go through sideways in order to squeeze through, and even then the doorframe had groaned in protest. The stud's huge, brawny pecs were almost too thick to be able to squeeze through.

Once his body was through, Kyle was more than happy to help get John's junk through the threshold. The huge, full nuts were so large that only one could get through at a time. Kyle helped as best he could by pushing from the outside while John backpedaled through the door. Kyle didn't want to let on, but he was enjoying every second of it. How often does one get to press their whole body against some super hot dude's colossal nutsack? Kyle could feel the warm, soft skin beneath his palms and couldn't help but dig his fingers in a bit to feel the full, churning nuts beneath.

It was very tough for him to do so, but Kyle managed to keep his libido in check long enough to keep from really going at it and worshipping every inch of his new pal's cock and balls. He knew how freaked out that John was about his recent surge in size, and the last thing that Kyle wanted to do was make it worse. John was convinced that even the slightest surge of arousal could cause his already immense proportions to creep up even further, and during the course of trying to squeeze through the doorway, John's already massive chubby had ballooned into a gargantuan semi. Kyle's full-contact, full-body assistance was no doubt partially to blame.

John's fear was part of the reason that Kyle had insisted on carrying out the task of collecting the missing items for him. Not only was John hesitant to be seen in public in his current state, but the less time he spend in situations where he could become aroused then the better his chances were of keeping his size relatively manageable.

"There we are." Kyle said happily as he slipped the DVD into the player next to the TV.

"What's that?" John asked curiously. He was currently seated on the large, leather sofa situated directly across from the big flat screen TV. He was genuinely impressed with how neat and tidy Kyle's small apartment was. What few bits of furniture were in the room were well polished and well maintained. Not to mention there were no old soda bottles or beer cans left lying about. There weren't even any dirty dishes left in the sink.

"It's a DVD obviously." Kyle playfully sassed. The TV screen came to life behind him and a large yellow marque came into view. John would have been able to tell immediately what the show was had Kyle not been blocking much of the screen.

John gave an exasperated huff and then replied, "I know that, but what's on the DVD?"

"It's the Muppet Show!" Came a slightly nasally voice from the TV.

"What the frog said." Kyle quickly chimed in as he pointed his thumb towards the TV behind him. "This'll give you something to take you mind off your dong while I'm out running errands. I'd love to sit here with you and watch you get acquainted with my childhood, but I think it'd be best for both of us if I get that statue as quickly as possible."

John shrugged noncommittally. "You've already seen it all anyway." He replied.

"Of course I have, but half the fun is watching how other people react to the stuff you love." Kyle explained.

"Oh. I guess that could be kin'na innerestin'." John said as he mulled it over.

"It's more than interesting." Kyle replied as he began to peel off his loose t-shirt.

"Huh? What're you doin'?" John sputtered as his eyes drifted away from the colorful opening dance number and towards his friend's lean, slender torso. Now that the belt buckle was undone Kyle's loose shorts were barely hanging on his narrow hips. They hung so low that John could see a large chunk of his pal's clean shaven crotch sliding into view. They looked as if they could drop to the floor with the slightest provocation. John could feel his dick stirring to life as he replayed the images from earlier. He could see Kyle's cute cock flopping about as if it were actually happening in front of him.

"I'm not going out in these old rags." Kyle explained as he gestured towards his loose cargo shorts. "I've got an image to maintain. I don't dare go out in anything less than fabulous."

"But I've seen you in less." John countered. He meant to imply that he had seen Kyle looking less than fabulous, but the words came out all wrong. He and Kyle both realized what he had said at the same time. John's eyes went wide and his jaw hung open in shock.

"Oh, you've seen me in a lot less." Kyle replied playfully. He shot John a sultry wink. He even gave his hips a playful swish to accentuate his seductive pose. John's face turned another shade of red, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. His eyes were glued to his pal's smooth crotch. Kyle's shorts had slipped down another inch. They were even more precariously perched than before. It appeared as if they would fall at any second. John couldn't help but try and see if he could catch even a faint glimpse of the base of his pal's dick. He was sure Kyle's shorts were now low enough, but before he could really see, Kyle spun around and began to head back towards his room.

Kyle glanced back over his shoulder and shot John another sly wink. "... but we'll keep that between just the two of us." He said saucily. He gave his big, round booty another seductive shake which caused his shorts to finally give up the ghost and come plummeting to the ground. John's eyes went wide as saucers and his cheeks went another shade redder as he stared at his friend's jiggly, bubbly booty.

Kyle stepped out of his shorts and bent down to pluck them up which just served to give John an even bigger eyeful of ass. Kyle knew he shouldn't be playing with his big, beefy bud in such a way, but John was so sweet and innocent that Kyle couldn't help but tease him.

Kyle was sure he heard a sigh of relief as he stepped into his bedroom. No doubt the lack of exposed ass made it easier for John to focus his attention on getting his dick from getting any harder. Hopefully cheesy sketch comedy would help with that.

It was almost fifteen minutes before Kyle reemerged which was surprisingly quick for him. When he reentered the front room his wavy, sandy brown hair was neatly swept to the side and he was dressed in a very stylish ensemble which included slim jeans and button up shirt. "I clean up quite nicely, if I do say so myself." Kyle said as he adjusted his collar.

John looked over, and once again his jaw dropped but for very different reasons than before. "Wow..." He said in awe.

"You don't have to look so impressed. I don't go around wearing slacks and an apron all the time." Kyle sassed playfully.

"No... I didn't mean..." John sputtered.

Kyle's grin spread into a broad toothy smile. "Relax." He said. "I'm just playing... but if you actually did like the apron I could wear that later if you want."

Kyle's tone was as salacious as ever, but John couldn't quite figure out what he was implying. He could feel his cheeks burning anyway. Something about the slanted smirk got John hot under the proverbial collar.

Kyle could see that John was working hard at deciding the innuendo so he decided to help matters along. "Of course by that I mean... just the apron." Kyle added deviously. He even shot John a playful wink which just made the buff, blond's cheeks burn even redder.

Kyle couldn't help but chuckle as he saw his pal's massive chubby give a lurch of approval. "Ok. Ok. That's enough of that." Kyle uttered between giggles. "I can't have you drooling all over the carpet. I just washed it yesterday."

John drooped his head dejectedly. Despite his size, the hulking stud looked like a puppy which had just been scolded.

"I didn't mean it like that." Kyle said with a sigh. "Look. Just hold tight for a bit. I'll go get this sorted out and then we can have all the fun we want." He added. He shot John a friendly grin and a sly wink to really drive home the point. John seemed to perk up immediately.

Kyle then set to work running around the apartment and gathering up the few last articles he needed. He patted down his various pockets and silently mouthed the items he needed; wallet, phone, bafflingly, poorly written note that explained their predicament. Once he was sure he had everything he needed he turned to John to say a few last things.

"Everything's accounted for. I've got to get going because Tiff gets off work at any minute now." Kyle explained.

"Oh. Ok." John muttered. He seemed to have settled into the couch well enough, but he still seemed uneasy.

"Just relax. Enjoy the show. If you get hungry there's plenty of stuff in the fridge. Now, any last questions before I run off?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah... I guess... Are these... puppets?" John asked skeptically as he pointed at the screen.

"No. They're a cultural phenomenon." Kyle replied playfully. "Just watch it. There'll be a quiz when I get back."

"Really?" John sputtered in shock.

"Not really." Kyle sighed.

"Oh." John muttered awkwardly. He was feeling silly for not realizing it was a joke. He felt he should say something just to change the subject. "This show seems really old though... you said you grew up watching this?" He murmured.

"I'm only nineteen, you ass." Kyle sassed back. "It's from the seventies I think, but they ran reruns all the time. One of the benefits of being a latchkey kid is that they had lots of oldies on the parentally approved channels." Kyle shrugged as he finished his explanation.

Kyle then checked the clock on his phone. "But I've really got to run. She gets off in fifteen minutes, and it's gonna take me at least that long to get there." Kyle said. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Try to make yourself comfortable in the meantime."

"Ok..." John murmured. He was feeling a little uncomfortable being left alone in a new place and his body telegraphed it. He was sitting with his shoulders curled inward and his hands folded in front of him. Yet despite his efforts to scrunch up he still took up the entire couch by himself. Even just one of his thick, beefy buns filled up an entire couch cushion, and his broad shoulder stuck out even farther than that. His massive, beanbag chair sized balls rested heavily on the ground before him. Even though his dick was still mostly soft, his gigantic chubby jutted out in front of him several feet. The enormous tool extended over halfway in front of him towards the flat screen TV attached to the opposite wall.

Kyle fought internally with himself for a moment. On one hand he wanted to sit with John a while longer and help the guy unwind, but on the other hand he really needed to get out of there fast. If he missed his chance to collect the statue who knows how long it'd take before he could get it again? Kyle knew that the sooner he got the statue back in the box, the sooner John could stop freaking out about his growths so that would be one less source of stress that would be eating away at the hot, hulking blond.

Kyle slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and waved goodbye one last time before he ducked out of the apartment. He made his way as quickly as possible back to the restaurant where he and his friend Tiffany worked. He was in luck because he got there just as she was leaving.

"Hey, girlfriend!" Kyle called out as he waved to her. Tiffany looked up from her purse. She rolled her eyes when she saw her friend bouncing and waving.

"Geez. At least try to be a little discrete will you?" She muttered. "If one of the managers sees you back here they'll tell you to put on an apron and get back to bussing. You're still on the clock, you know."

"Ehhhh. I'll do a punch correction tomorrow." Kyle grumbled dismissively, but then he quickly perked up. "So, you got the thing or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. I got your frickin' cock rock." Tiffany replied. She reached back into her purse and pulled out the statue in question. Kyle cocked an eyebrow as he examined it for the first time. It was surprisingly well made. It seemed almost real despite the fact that it was a dark, speckled grey. He could tell it was extremely old, but despite this it didn't appear to be worn or eroded at all. The folds of the foreskin were so expertly crafted that he expected to be able to push them back and reveal the head of the rigid cock that was tucked away beneath.

"You know me. I'm always looking for a nice, hard cock." Kyle replied playfully. He reached over and grabbed the statue from his friend. When his fingers made contact with it he was actually surprised at how cold and lifeless it felt. It looked so alive that he half expected it to be warm and supple.

"Trust me. I've noticed." Tiffany replied. She added in a sarcastic eye roll for good measure. "So. You and stud-muffin make any progress?" She asked in a much more pleasant tone.

"Yes actually. He's hanging out at my place while I pick this up for him." Kyle replied. "I'm going to see if he wants to stay the night."

"Wow. That's pretty fast. I figured he'd be the type you have to warm up a bit first." Tiffany replied. She was genuinely shocked and it showed on her face.

"Oh. He totally needs someone to hold his hand and walk him through the whole courtship ritual. I don't think I've ever seen someone who is so out of the loop on dating." Kyle explained.

"Huh. That sounds kind of cute actually." Tiffany mused thoughtfully.

"Cute? Are you kidding me?" Kyle asked incredulously. "It's fucking adorable."

"Just go easy on him, ok? He's fresh out of the closet." Tiffany said in a stern, even tone.

"I'll be the perfect gentleman." Kyle retorted. His indignation was only partially feigned.

"Says the guy who took time out of his first date to get a dildo." Tiffany replied while rolling her eyes.

"Hey. It's not a dildo. If I needed one of those I'd just bust out the toy box in my closet. Let me tell you, I have no shortage of those." Kyle responded matter-of-factly.

Tiffany tensed up and grimaced. "Ugh. Not a visual I needed right now." She groaned. "Just... Just take your dick and get out of here. I'm already late for my own date, and you're going to kill the mood before I can even get there."

"Oh? You should have told me you had plans tonight!" Kyle gushed. "I wouldn't have been here running my gums this whole time. I'll be going, and tell Emma I said hi."

"She's still mad about you and Mitch breaking up. She worked so hard setting you two up. What happened anyway?" Tiffany asked.

"He had this moral aversion to showers." Kyle explained as he sidled up beside his friend. "He'd like throw an arm over me in the theater and it'd be like this miasma wafting up from his pits." Kyle threw his arm over Tiffany's shoulder as he explained. She recoiled and crinkled her nose as if she was smelling exactly what Kyle was describing.

"Oh god..." she choked out between gags.

"I know!" Kyle replied. "And he was really into it too. Like we get into the bedroom and he'd be like 'You like that. That's how a real man smells, faggot.'" Kyle's voice went an octave lower and took on a raspier quality as he mimicked his previous boyfriend.

"He did not..." Tiffany responded. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her jaw went slack in shock.

"He did." Kyle replied flatly.

"He actually called you a..." Tiffany murmured. She was so shocked that her voice was barely above a whisper.

"He did." Kyle replied flatly.

"Fuck that asshole." Tiffany spat.

"I wouldn't give him the honor." Kyle replied with a wry smirk.

"Oh, shit. You got me talking again. I am so late." Tiffany muttered.

"Yeah. I've been told I don't know when to shut up." Kyle replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah. You do tend to go on and on. Still, I really need to go, but before I go let me say this again. Go easy on the new guy." Tiffany replied. Her tone of voice managed to be both sweet and friendly as well as stern and severe.

"His name is John." Kyle remarked.

"Whatever his name is he seems sweet, and you tend to rush into things. Don't do anything stupid." Tiffany admonished.

"You worry too much. I've been the perfect gentleman. He's currently comfortably waiting at my place watching The Muppets. How is that rushing him?" Kyle replied.

"Really? How's he liking it?" She asked.

"I dunno. He seemed to be having trouble grasping the concept of puppets that aren't really puppets." Kyle replied. He mulled it over for a moment and then shrugged.

"Well not everyone has as lax a grasp on reality as you do." Tiffany replied once more rolling her eyes.

"You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." Kyle responded in a slow dramatic voice as if he was reciting a Shakespearean sonnet.

"You can take your iambic pentameter and shove it up your ass. You made me late." Tiffany grumbled as she checked her watch once more.

"Alright. Alright. It was nice to see you too. Enjoy your date." Kyle replied with a chuckle.

"No. We're not doing this again." Tiffany grumbled.

"Doing what?" Kyle asked.

"Every time you say your goodbyes you start talking about something else and then the conversation keeps going. I'm done. I'm leaving." Tiffany said. She was slowly walking backwards while glaring intently at Kyle as she spoke.

"Ok. Fine. Fine. Good bye." Kyle replied. He threw his arms up in feigned indignation, but his tone of voice was still friendly and chatty.

Tiffany didn't respond. She continued to back away while glaring at him. She made a zipping motion across her lips to further drive home her intent.

"Yes. I got it. I-" Kyle began to say but he was interrupted by a loud, hissing "shhh!" from Tiffany. Once Kyle had stopped talking she once again made the zipping motion across her lips.

"Oh come o-" Kyle groaned in only partially feigned annoyance. His outburst was once again silenced by a "Shhh!" and a zipping motion.

Tiffany figured she was far enough away that even Kyle wouldn't try and chat her up. She turned around and set off in a brisk pace towards her apartment. She hadn't made it more than five feet before she heard Kyle's voice calling after her. "Love what you've done with your hair by the way!" He shouted. Tiffany didn't even break her stride. She stuck her arm out behind her and executed a flawless backhanded bird.

Kyle chuckled quietly to himself as he watched Tiffany and her outstretched middle finger slink into the darkness. He really did have a problem with needing the get the last word in, and it was causing his quick errand to take far longer than it needed to. He pulled out his phone to check the time and realized just how long he had been out already. Not wanting to waste any more time, Kyle turned and made haste towards the dorms. He had never been to Alan's dorm before, but he knew where it was; everyone in school knew where it was. It had become sort of a landmark of sorts.

There had always been rumors surrounding Alan and his colossal cock. Students and faculty alike liked to make up stories about how Alan had most likely made a deal with the devil to get such a fantastic cock and bod. Some other stories say that he had found a magic lamp and the genie had granted him a wish, but being a sadistic and spiteful genie, the magic entity had turned the wish into a curse and doomed the college slacker to expand indefinitely. Kyle knew that the people spreading those stories were just jealous. After all Kyle knew the truth, and what guy didn't want a slightly bigger dick?

A small smirk played at the corner of Kyle's lips. He knew that his cock was pretty average. He had what was often referred to as a "boyfriend cock" which is to say it was nice, thick, and not so big that it hurt to go down on, but he couldn't help but dream of having a little more. His mind was already flooding with thoughts of what he would do once he had the power. He could add just a few more inches to his dick, not enough to make it too big to be useable, but definitely large enough to make him the envy of most normal dudes out there.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn't even realized that he had already reached Alan's dorm. There was no doubt in Kyle's mind that this was the place. The large, sliding double doors that lead into the dorm were far larger than your average doorway, but then again, they needed to be to allow Alan and his massive cock and balls to get through.

Kyle took a deep breath and knocked on the door. His dick was stirring to life in his pants as he imagined finally coming face to face with the massive stud. Alan even put John to shame in terms of sheer size. Kyle had seen the hulking student around campus a few times and even at work once or twice, but he still took some getting used to. Especially now that Kyle knew the truth. His mind was already reeling with thoughts of just how huge Alan would be now. Unlike John, the shorter, stouter slacker had no qualms with growing unchecked.

Kyle's dick gave a lurch as he heard the doors slide open. Kyle imagined Alan standing before him; the brown haired beefcake's bulky frame filling the entire entryway; his humongous cock and balls spilling out into the hallway and threatening to bowl Kyle over with its sheer magnitude. Kyle's eyes were clenched shut tight as he shuddered in anticipation, but what greeted him was nothing like what he imagined.

"It's a little late for a booty call, bro." Came a kind albeit slightly bored voice from the doorway. Kyle slowly opened his eyes. His jaw dropped at what he saw. Standing before him was a dude about his own height only slightly lankier. The guy's long, tussled brown hair was crammed unceremoniously into a colorful beanie. His loose clothes seemed to barely be hanging onto his skinny frame. Kyle recognized the style of dress immediately.

Kyle glanced around the hallway. He was sure this was the right room. Who else would need such a large door, but this skater punk was nowhere near the right size to be Alan.

Steve understood the new arrival's confusion. It seemed people often forgot that Alan had a roommate. Steve apparently wasn't interesting enough to the general populace to warrant a spot in their creepy urban legends.

"Alan's not back from his date yet." Steve replied.

"His date?" Kyle asked. He was obviously confused but not for the reasons Steve thought.

"What? He didn't tell you? Man, I know that guy gets around, but it's not like him to double book a night like that." Steve replied.

"No. No. It's not like that." Kyle sputtered. "I am actually a friend of John's. He asked me to pick something up for him, but their date was over hours ago. Alan's not back yet?"

Steve shrugged in reply. "Who knows, man. Knowing that guy, he probably found an audience and decided to put on a show. No doubt we'll be seeing the aftermath on the news later." Steve chuckled slightly as he finished his explanation.

Kyle's cock gave a lurch in his pants as his mind drifted towards images of Alan hamming it up for a crowd. Alan had been gone for hours now. There's no telling how often he had gotten off or how large he had grown. Kyle's mind was reeling at just the thought of it.

Kyle managed to shove the images of an ever growing Alan out of his mind and return himself to reality. He quickly became aware that Steve was staring at him suspiciously. Kyle decided to quickly cover for himself and get the conversation rolling again. "I know how that is." Kyle chuckled. "He trashed the restaurant earlier. Not that I'm complaining. It gave me the night off, but that was... that was something alright."

A look of understanding crossed Steve's face. "I knew I knew you! You're the burger bitch!" Steve blurted out excitedly.

"That's... one way to put it?" Kyle replied uncertainly.

"I mean. You work at Pablo's, right? I knew I've seen you around. I didn't recognize you out of uniform." Steve explained in an effort to quickly smooth things over. His explanation may have been lacking, but his good natured laughter went a long way towards soothing any hurt feelings that may be had. Fortunately Kyle wasn't even upset, really. He was just taken aback.

"That's me." Kyle said. He then held out his hand. "Name's Kyle by the way."

"Yo. Steve." Steve replied as he reached out and shook Kyle's outstretched hand. "But what brings you here anyway? You said John sent you?"

"In a manner of speaking. I... Well there's no way to explain without sounding insane so I'll skip that part. He said Alan has a black box that he needs." Kyle explained.

"Ah haa." Steve replied. "I know exactly what you're looking for. Man though. I'm glad you got here while Alan was out. Between you and me I think he's actively trying to forget about it."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked.

"Well. You know what it does right?" Steve replied. Kyle didn't say anything but stared apprehensively at Steve.

Steve merely shrugged. "I suspect that you do based on your reaction. The going theory is that if we get the statue back in the box then we can stop the growths." He explained as he hopped over various discarded bottles and wrappers. He then crouched down next to his bed and pulled something out from under his night stand. Steve turned around and gestured Kyle in, but Kyle was hesitant to set foot in the filthy apartment.

Steve set the box down on the nightstand and pulled his shirt off over his head. He then undid his belt buckle which caused his loose cargo shorts to flop to the ground instantly. He was still clad in his boxers, but those soon followed suit.

Kyle could do nothing but stand there and gawk as this dude he had just met stripped nude right in front of him. Steve was surprisingly hot in his own way, and his lean, lanky build just made his big dick seem even larger. Kyle was actually feeling a little embarrassed as he stared at the skater's thick, soft ten inches. The thing was bigger soft than his was hard.

Steve noticed Kyle's gaze and flashed a cocky grin. "Heh. You like that? Nowhere near as big as Al's, but this one is all natural."

Kyle was salivating at the mere sight of the dude's huge cock. As Steve steadily stroked his chubbing cock, Kyle found himself wishing more and more that he could have it in his mouth. Without even really noticing it he began to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.

"There's no need for you to get naked." Steve replied casually, but his tone and expression quickly turned saucy. "... that is, unless you want to."

Before Kyle could even reconsider he was pulling his shirt off and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. It was the closest thing to a clean spot that the dingy dorm room had. In a matter of moments Kyle had added the rest of his clothes and his messenger bag to the pile.

"Don't get the wrong idea." Steve explained as he casually stroked his cock. "I'm just doing this to show you how to open the box... but if you want to help me finish up afterwards then that's fine by me." He added with a saucy wink.

Kyle was ready to throw himself onto the bed on top of Steve, but the lanky skater had other ideas. Steve reached over and picked the box up off the nightstand. It was then that Kyle noticed the deep indentation for the first time. He watched in silent fascination as Steve shoved his huge cock into the hole in the side of the box and began humping it. Kyle's own exposed cock began to dribble pre as he watched. The sounds of Steve's grunts and the soft, rhythmic slapping of his balls against the black lacquer were driving Kyle mad. He never thought of himself as a bottom, but he was willing to make an exception for this hottie.

Just as it looked like Steve was about to bust a nut and deprive Kyle of his fun, the box clicked loudly and the top folded back to reveal a soft, velvet lined tray with a very distinctly shaped indentation in it.

"There you have it." Steve muttered groggily. He was still hovering close to blowing his load, but for the time being it seemed he had it under control. Kyle looked at the indentation again and realized it could not just be a coincidence. The size and shape were too perfect. It had to be where he was supposed to return the statue to. Kyle quickly turned around and fished through his messenger bag. It only took him a moment to find the statue and pull it back out.

Steve cocked his head to the side as he watched Kyle rummaging through his bag. He perked up immediately upon seeing the grey, speckled stone object that Kyle had in his hands. "You actually brought it?" Steve asked in shock.

"Uh yeah... That's why I came here." Kyle muttered in reply.

"Hurry up and put it back before Alan gets home." Steve sputtered. He seemed ready to throw the box at Kyle had the new arrival not been so quick to dart across the room. As Kyle placed the statue back in the box he felt something coursing through him. He fingers hovered over the statue for a brief moment as a series of ideas flooded his head. He didn't have to shut the lid... not yet anyway. He had this new guy right beside him who was more than happy to let Kyle get off. Kyle knew enough of how the statue worked that he was sure he could eke out a few more inches before shutting the lid and returning to his date, but he knew he couldn't afford to do it. How would he even explain it to Steve?

Kyle sighed internally and gently shut the lid. The box clicked loudly, and it felt like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted from Kyle's shoulders, but the images had not faded. Already his mind was plotting how and when he could sneak the statue out again. He had already sealed it away, right? He could slip it back out later and then only he would be growing. That would be the perfect situation for everyone. John no longer had to worry about getting bigger, and Kyle had all the time in the world to casually creep up in size until his dick was the perfect size to both be phenomenal to look at and play with but still be small enough that he could enjoy giving John the ride of his life.

Just daydreaming about what he would do with his new power was getting Kyle so worked up that he felt like he could bust his nut at any second. When Kyle eventually regained his senses enough to look up from the box he saw that Steve was staring at him intently. Kyle tensed up instinctively. Had the guy figured out what he was up to? Kyle couldn't be sure, but it seemed like Steve was waiting expectantly for something.

Steve was the one to break the tense silence. He nodded towards his huge, still boned dick and flashed Kyle a salacious wink. "You're not gonna leave me hanging, are ya bro?" He asked.

Kyle understood immediately and was completely overjoyed. Not only did it mean that Steve either didn't know about his plans or just didn't care, but it meant that he was going to have a chance to get up close and personal with that fantastic cock.

Kyle wasted no time. He got down on his knees beside the bed. Steve meanwhile slung his legs over the side so that Kyle would have easy access. Kyle could hardly contain his excitement as he stared up and up at Steve's huge dick. Kyle had never had the chance to play with one this size before. He didn't even know where to begin.

Kyle gripped the head of Steve's cock with one hand and cupped the skater's balls with his other. Steve's nuts were huge by normal standards. His hefty sack more than filled Kyle's entire palm. Kyle could feel the warm, soft skin in his hands. He could smell the pre that was beginning to trickle out the tip of Steve's cock. He could even taste it as he tongue glided up and down the length of the skater's huge, thick cock.

On some level Kyle realized it was silly to be so enamored by a cock that wasn't even a foot long when he had a guy with almost seven feet of schlong waiting for him back home, but it was hard for him to even fathom such a massive dong when it wasn't directly in front of him. For the time being, Kyle couldn't imagine a more perfect dick that the one stretched out before him. He wanted nothing more than to feel it in his mouth and taste the skin and pre against his tongue.

Kyle straightened up and ran his tongue across the tip of Steve's dick. Kyle could feel the skater's cock shuddering and lurching as he stroked it with both hands. It was clear that it wouldn't be long before Steve popped, but Kyle wasn't in a huge rush. He wanted to savor this as long as he could.

Kyle eased up on his stroking and allowed Steve to catch his breath. Kyle could actually see the cock shuddering less and less as Steve brought his arousal under control. Only the very tip of Steve's cockhead poked out from his foreskin, but even still Kyle could tell that the puffy glans was flaring up as Steve struggled to hold down his load. The soft, spongy skin was so pink and shiny that Kyle couldn't help but want to see it fully exposed.

Kyle once more gripped Steve's cock and pulled down on the skin causing his foreskin to roll back and reveal the spongy tip of his cock in its entirety. Kyle could scarcely believe how thick it was. The thing would be difficult to fit into his mouth, but he was sure he could do it.

Kyle wrapped his lips around the humongous cock and slowly slid more and more of it into his mouth. He could feel Steve's dick shuddering as it pressed against his tongue. Kyle could even taste more and more of the pre washing against his taste buds as the stream ramped up.

Steve was panting and moaning passionately as he felt Kyle's tongue flick and brush against his cock. Steve was in heaven. He had been sucked off before, but never like this. "f..Fuck... you're even better at this than Alan..." Steve groaned under his breath.

Kyle pulled back and flashed a grin at the skater, but Steve was too far gone to notice it. "Well, I have plenty of practice." Kyle replied saucily before once again returning to working over Steve's dick. Kyle slid his hand up along the lanky skater's dick causing the skin to once again roll up and over the head of his cock. Steve glanced down expectantly, but he could barely focus his eyes enough to see what was going on. Kyle flashed him another salacious wink and he lowered his mouth down towards Steve's cock once more.

Kyle didn't bother pulling the skin back this time. Instead he flicked his tongue against the tip of Steve's cock and began to press the tip of his tongue against the rolls of skin. Steve watched in silent, sex-addled awe as Kyle's tongue slipped under the edges of his foreskin. Steve could feel the stylish new guy's tongue sliding laps around the sensitive head of his fully-boned, shuddering cock.

"jesus..." Steve moaned. He grunted and groaned as he struggled with everything he had to keep from cumming. This was hands down the best blowjob he had ever had and he didn't want it to end so soon.

Kyle pulled back and glared intently at Steve. He could tell that the skater would pop at any second, and Kyle was more than ready to mop up. He held his mouth open and continued to stroke Steve's huge, thick dick while he waited. It wasn't long after until his hard work paid off. Steve's soft moans turned to grunts. His dick lurched hard and began spurting rope after thick, creamy rope of jizz. Kyle managed to get quite a bit of it into his mouth, but much of it splashed across his face and splattered into his hair. His entire left lens of his glasses was quickly coated in spunk.

Once Steve had quit spurting, Kyle leaned back and moaned sensually as the felt the load slide down his throat. He was so turned on by the whole ordeal as well as the images that were still playing in his head of what he could do with that box that his own dick was lurching and shuddering hard. Spooge shot forth from his dick, and he hadn't so much as laid a finger on it since he had begun sucking Steve off.

Kyle's dick only managed three solid ropes before his shots began to taper off, but it was still the largest load of his life. Even after all that Kyle still felt horny as hell, but his dick was already deflating. He couldn't help but feel jealous of John and Alan. He had seen them both cum and cum again without getting tired. Kyle couldn't help but wonder if that's what was in store for him as well once he gained the power. Just the thought of it was so fantastic. He couldn't imagine how anyone would ever want to keep such an amazing gift to themselves.

Kyle slowly climbed to his feet and staggered over towards the sink in the corner of the room. Part of him wanted to just lay there for a while longer, but he needed to get the jizz off his face and out of his hair before it started to dry. He didn't think Steve was the cuddling type anyways, and he still had to get back home to where John was waiting. Just thinking about his huge, muscular date got Kyle's dick chubbing up all over again. He was excited to go home all over again. Now that the statue had been returned, John would be theoretically free from further growths... this would require plenty of experiments to be sure though, and Kyle was more than happy to run the tests firsthand.

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