Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:37:06 -0500 From: ralph jones Subject: Symbiotic 3 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. I own the rights to all of these characters and they cannot be copied without my consent. You must be 18 or older to read this story. When I woke up the next morning, I could still feel Brock's hard dick in my has `Talk about morning wood,' I joked to myself. When I tried to move, I realized that Brock and I were sticky and sort of stuck together with my now dry cum. I looked around my just waiting for Brock to wake up unconsciously moving my ass up and down on his dick. Brock must have awoken why he felt me move because when I looked back he was looking me and smiling. "Good morning sunshine," he joked as he moved his hips with my ass. "I guess we should go and take a shower, we do have to go to school," I said sadly. Brock complied, got up and started to walk to the bathroom holding me in his arms with me still on his dick. "Wait my mom could be home," I whispered in a low voice. I reluctantly pulled myself off of his dick, which quickly became flaccid, and went out into the hallway. "MOM?" No response. I went back into my room and told Brock to come with me. My sexy, giant, protective boyfriend walked out of my room and into the hallway. When the light hit him, his body looked like a living descendant of Hercules. My mouth watered at the site and I felt blessed to have been given this beautiful boy as a protector. I turned away and quickly walked to the bathroom with Brock following. When we got in, I could no longer contain myself and I just jumped him. Brock caught me, lifted me, and started kissing me this made me wonder so I broke the kiss. "Do you have some sort of telepathic powers or something because it is almost like you can read my mind?" I asked as I got out of his arms, and turned to cut the water on. "No but we have a psychic connection of the sorts I can sense what you want and you can sense what I want," Brock explained as he came up behind me. "As much as I would love to be fucked right now, we can't school starts in an hour and we have to get ready," I commanded. Brock complied and lifted me into the shower and then got in behind me. I turned around to grab some soap but he stopped me and started to massage my body with the soap. I could feel his hard dick pressed into my ass. I fell into a sexual trance and just let him go along doing whatever he pleased. "Could you get my back Ty," Brock asked snapping me out of my sexual haze. When Brock turned about, I started to wash his back he would moan every so often and I would just smile to myself. However just as quickly as it had started, the shower was over. We got dressed, I grabbed two granola bars, and we were out the door and on our way to school together. When we got to school people we obviously surprised to see us together. The mean bully of the ninth grade who got held back, and the super genius who skipped a grade. Nothing was said at first, however I saw several upperclassmen boys and girls pointing and talking about my ass. We were approached by a tall and hugely built boy who played as a linebacker on the football team and looked like a grown man. He was maybe 6'5, 290 pounds of muscle with some slight fat. He was Italian had wavy black hair, a chin strap mustache, and piercing green eyes. Those eyes were staring at my ass with a mission and that mission was to fuck, and he would get no complaints from me. However he acted like he was interested in me and he instead addressed Brock. "Bro, why are you hanging around this fag?" the boy then lowered his voice "Tapping that ass? Is he putting out?" Brock's fists were clenched and I saw that if the boy had said another word then Brock would have jumped him. I went into crisis control mode; I tapped the boy who then looked down at me, attempting to intimidate me but his eyes betraying his desire. "Hi I'm Taylor Few, call me Ty," I purred in the most seductive tone that I could muster. I saw his anger melt away and I saw that I had broken him. "H....h...h.hi," He stammered, and then he coughed trying to play off his nervousness, "I'm Dante Accrossi." I motioned for him to come closer, and when he did I could smell his manly scent with aroused me, and just by looking at the growing bulge in his pants, I could tell that I was doing that same to him. I rested my hand on his chest feeling his hard pecs and saw the hair on his chest and my mouth watered I shook my arousal off and focused on the task at hand and whispered in a seductive voice "Meet me in the bathroom for lunch and maybe we can discuss if I put out." I turn and walk away with Brock following leaving Dante stunned, aroused, horny, and eager but most importantly I leaving him standing in the hallway alone as he strangely falls in love with me. I also find myself falling in love with him. I make a detour for the bathroom where the incident happened. Finding it deserted, I proceed to tell Brock what I am feeling and wanting. "I want Dante, and I think I am falling in love with him," "Well are you going to take him and turn him to us? He would make a wonderful protector to you. I can tell that he loves you despite just meeting you and besides he is beyond sexy." "What do you mean `turn him to us'? I don't know how" I asked as I walked into his arms. "Just let him fuck you when the two of you meet in the bathroom for lunch, but make sure that you guys are secluded and away from any crowds. The symbiote will sense your desires and start the process and it won't take nearly as long as it did yesterday." "Well that would be great but I'm horny right now," I saw pulling Brock with me to the stall where the symbiote came from in the first place. I push Brock down onto the toilet and quickly dropped my pants. I then unzip Brock's fly and fish out his hard dick. I position myself over the head of his dick and slowly lower myself on it as Brock moans out loud. "As much as I want to, we don't have enough time," Brock groans as I slowly start to grind my ass on his dick. "Oh just shut up and fuck you master/boyfriend," I say covering his mouth with mine. Brock wrapped his arms around me and starts to fuck up as I go down and down as I go up. Just as we get into a good rhythm, the bell rings. I quickly get up. "Sorry." I quickly pull up my pants and dash out of the bathroom with an empty feeling in my ass and a hard dick in my pants. I got to my first class, P.E., and quickly change not noticing Boris or Alonzo watching me as I change. Boris was an exchange student from Russia. He had the typical Eastern European wrestler look (he wrestled); 6'2 maybe 200 and built (rippling muscles, washboard abs, huge arms and chest you know, the works plus he was still growing), look with brown hair in a buzzed style, and blue eyes. He was quiet and thoughtful but wasn't really good with English so he didn't speak much. His friend Alonzo was Mexican and he was also a wrestler (El Luchador lol). He had black hair and was about 6'1 and maybe 210 he was slightly chubby but mostly muscle. He had curly black hair, green eyes, and a kind personality. Despite their incredible size, they were only sophomores. Both of the boys were loners and were each other's only true friend for the most part. Their other friend whom they shared mutually was me who had a crush on both of them not just for their looks but because of their actions toward me. They noticed the changes and like most other boys, were instantly attracted to Ty and for Boris his pre existing attraction (we had a mutual attraction yet neither of us knew so it was never acted upon before this) was just amplified to the point where he was sporting wood. I noticed them after completely changing and went up and talked to them ignoring the obvious and growing bulge in Boris's shorts. We left the gym after a few minutes and Boris stuck close to right side and Alonzo was to my left almost as if they were protecting me for reason or another. Not surprisingly, it was dodge ball day, and Boris and some other jock were captains. Boris surprised me by picking me first over everyone else, even over his best friend Alonzo (He picked Alonzo immediately after me). When the game started, I did my best to avoid the balls, but then this mean asshole Jacob, who played baseball and was a pitcher, aimed a ball directly at my face and when the full force of the ball hit me in the face, I for some reason fell forward and the gym floor rushed to my face. I closed my eyes and waited to feel the pain. When I felt nothing, I opened my eyes and was startled to see myself floating in the air. I then realized that someone was holding me up. I looked up with some slight pain (hey a ball, thrown by a pitcher just hit me in the face), and saw they beautiful blue eyes of Boris and the only emotions I saw in those eyes were love, worry, and anger. "Th...Thanks Boris," I stammered as he helped me stand up. "You're welcome Ty," He said in near perfect English. Now mind you there was a game still going on, and our intense stare was broken a ball whizzing by me, courtesy of Jacob, and hit Boris in the side (the ball bounced off as if nothing happened). It caught his attention for a second, and he looked like he would ignore the rules and retaliate but then Boris sighed and went with then sat next to me in the stands with we waited for the game to be over. Alonzo was still in the game and was aiming for Jacob so Boris was cheering him on. Trying to take his attention off of two, I started up a conversation with Boris. "Your English has improved greatly Boris." "I have been practicing." "Well that is good." Seeing that the conversation was going nowhere, I decided to try and get something that had been bothering me all class off of my chest. "Boris follow me I want to talk to you," I said as I grabbed his shoulder and got up. Boris, who up until that point had been following the game with great intensity, immediately turned his attention to me and complied. We went into the locker rooms where I knew that we would not be bothered. He took a seat on a bench and I stood. "What's up, why have you been acting strange lately? If there is anything wrong, you can always trust me to help...Is there something up?" I asked with truly good intentions of help a friend in my heart. "Nothing," He replied shortly. Seeing myself again getting nowhere, I finally decided to try and tell a secret of my own just to get him a bit out of his shell. "Boris I want you to know something about me, a secret that will maybe help you believe my true intentions," I took a deep breath to relax then continued, " I am in love with you Boris and I guess you already know it but I am gay as well." Boris said nothing for some time then got up and walked towards me menacingly he got close to me that I could smell manly odor that was lying under his intoxicating cologne. His face was dark, but I couldn't really tell what he was feeling. "You love me?" Boris asked in his deep voice. I couldn't read his voice or judge his emotions so I did what most people my size would do in a situation like this. "Yeah but please don't hurt me," I whimpered and closed my eyes. Instead of feeling any type of strong force hitting me, I felt something warm and soft touch my lips. I started to open my eyes, but then I felt a hand grab the back of my head, my eyes shot open, and I saw Boris with his eyes closed and his lips on mine. I let myself go and opened my mouth to accept his kiss. Boris wrapped his other arm around my body and pulled me into him. I could feel his hardness on my stomach and I am sure he felt mine on his thigh. I wrapped my arms around him, as best I could, and focused on our kiss which just got more and more intense. We started to grind on each other; he lifted me somewhat against a wall. It got to the point where he had to sit back on the bench, talking me with him and I just happened to land my ass on his hard dick. I broke the kiss for a few seconds to ask him some questions; however he beat me to them and answered before I could ask. "Ty from the very first time we locked eyes, I fell in love with you, but I thought that you were not gay and even if you were, why would you ever want a big lug like me. Even after you came out I still thought the same way, yet I felt the urge to protect you when I could. Today with your sudden changes, I could no longer acting like I wasn't interested in you, I hope that you will return my love, and take my offering of my virginity, but if you don't I will understand and leave you." "Boris I felt the same way you and you are right some changes did occur but they never changed my opinion about you and thank you for being there when I needed you," I whispered to Boris then dove back into the kiss. I failed to mention Brock my current boyfriend but then remembered the thing that Brock had done to me, even if it was out of confusion, and reminded myself that Boris had never done anything like that to me. I was still on Boris's lap with his hand under my shirt when I thought about the doors being locked. I got up and led Boris, who had a wet stain tent and a wet stain in his shorts, to the bathrooms. We took the handicap stall before we sat down, Boris slipped my shirt off and then did himself and I was star struck by this Russian god in front of me; huge semi-hair chest, big arms, abs like a washboard, and a treasure trail leading to his shorts. Boris pulled my shorts and underwear off leaving me naked. He sat on the toilet while I returned, naked, to his lap. He pulled his shorts down some and his hard 8' dick was revealed. My own dick was against his stomach and I could feel his now free dick pressing at my back door. "Fuck me Boris, fuck my ass and make me yours," I moaned like a bitch in heat into our kiss. Before Boris could say or do anything, I felt something in my ass awaken. Suddenly, something black shot out of my ass and covered his dick (When I look back on this day it still makes me laugh, thinking that I took a dump on his dick). Boris shouted and tried to get up but whatever the slime was moved fast, I covered his legs lightning fast to prevent mobility, and then slowly started to work its way up his body. `I guess this is the symbiote,' I thought to myself before feeling something penetrate my ass. Boris, not in control of his actions, had entered my ass with his dick. I was not worried so dropped my ass on his dick, which brought his attention back to me. "????, ??????????, ????? ????," Boris muttered in Russian. I soon felt the symbiote covering myself as I continued to slowly grind on Boris's dick. I then closed my eyes for a second to savor his dick and when I opened them, all I saw was darkness. I was slightly scared but I not as much as Boris who was now whimpering from the sensations of his first time. I heard Boris gasp and saw that the symbiote had somehow entered his ass. "Ty w...w...wha...what is hap.p.pening?" Boris asked as he fucked and was fucked. "Nothing to harm you just relax and enjoy and soon we will be linked together forever," I said attempting to comfort him and myself. I felt the symbiote then re-enter my own ass alongside Boris. Boris grunted a bit and then started to fuck me, he got faster and faster and I got closer and closer. I kissed him and hugged him hoping that we would come out of this safely. Together we shouted, "I'm Cumming." After that I blacked out just as I feeling his cum shoot into me. I awoke maybe five minutes later and saw that Boris was awake and waiting his dick still hard and his face smiling. He was no longer afraid but now eager. He kissed me and then asked me a question that shocked but also made my dick shot up like a rocket. "Ready for round 2...Master Few?"