Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2009 13:41:02 -0400
From: Ultra GMan <ultragman@gmail.com>
Subject: Blessing or Curse? Chapter 10

Blessing or Curse?
by ultragman@gmail.com

[Sorry about the delay in a new chapter! Real life struck, unfortunately.
Hope this will tide people over for a little while, and thanks for the nice
comments. I've got much more planned, and hopefully it won't take quite so
long to jump back in with more installments.]


Chapter 10


It was late afternoon, and I was out by the pool. After our little romp had
ended, we'd all cleaned up, and then Aaron and Paul had to get back to work
on all the maintenance and such that is part of running the Guest House.
But now I was mulling over something I had said to me right before I'd
left.

"You should try and stay at this size for a while," Paul had suddenly said
while Aaron was in the shower.

I was a little surprised at that, and my face must have shown it.

"No, really," he said. "I think, as strange as it sounds, your 'tolerance'
is going up. You should try and get used to a twelve inch penis, see if you
can handle it. Sort of like a weight that was too much at first at the
gym. You want to switch back at first, and you might have to go to the
lighter one. But before you give in, you should keep trying that new weight
if your trainer thinks you're ready for it."

Mind you, opportunities were few and far between now anyway. Most people
left Sunday morning to go home, and so while a few others were at the Guest
House until Monday, I hadn't seen any of them. No doubt they, like Dom,
were off hiking or such. And so I'd put on my slightly roomier bathing suit
(which was now not so roomy, but at least it could hold all of my penis and
ass a bit more than the yellow suit could) and laid out along side the
water, relaxing.

The sun on my skin felt delicious, and while I was a little horny it wasn't
anything like the one time before I'd been at twelve inches. It had helped,
certainly, that Aaron and Paul had well and truly drained my balls. Sure,
they were slowly starting to fill back up but that burning,
must-cum-right-now sensation was replaced with a more typical, "Sex would
sure be nice right about now" instead.

In spite of how I'd been raised, I stuck my hand inside my suit for a
minute and gave myself a quick tug. I was plump (well, I'd be plump
regardless now) but not crazily so.  Maybe this was possible after all?
Closing my eyes, I put my headphones on and just zoned out for about an
hour, listening to a podcast and ignoring the rest of the world.

Or at least, that was the plan. Zoning out actually turned into another
nap, because when I woke up the sun had moved a lot across the sky, I
didn't remember much more than ten minutes of the podcast, and there was
someone gently touching my shoulder. Blinking several times, I squinted
before figuring out it was one of the few guests still around on a Sunday
afternoon.

"Hey," he said. "You've been out for a few hours, didn't want you to bake."

"Ah man, thanks a lot," I said, a little blearily. The guy was a
pale-skinned redhead, with a smattering of freckles across his face and
chest, and wearing baggy board shorts. "I'm John," I said, extending my
hand.

"Hey," he said again, before taking my hand with a surprisingly firm
grip. "Owen." He sat down in the chair next to my chaise lounge. "All here
by yourself?"

"Sort of," I said, slowly straightening up in the lounge. "I came here with
a buddy of mine but he's off hiking with some guys that he's crushing
on. Or supposedly hiking anyway."

Owen laughed, a high pitched giggle. I had to admit that his laugh was so
silly and girly that I liked him instantly at that point, perhaps because
he was so un-self-conscious about it. "Rough times," he finally said. "I
won't lie, I was kind of hoping for the same thing this weekend but the
place was pretty well packed and full of couples." As he said "packed and
full" I noticed that his eyes subconsciously flicked over to my bathing
suit, which was also pretty packed and full itself. I tried to ignore that
and pushed forward.

"That's tough," I nodded. "Where're you from?"

"DC," he said. "I'm a government contractor and I had a gap between one
project ending and another beginning and thought I should see if I could
take advantage of the free time."

I gave off a knowing "yeah" sound, and we started chatting about work in
general; me at the Big Government Agency, him at the different agencies his
company has sent him to.  From there the talk shifted to free time, and our
shared love of the Doctor Who television program, which just goes to show
that us geeks are slowly taking over the world. At one point I'd started to
pull a shirt on (to keep from baking) but Owen said he'd just help put more
sunscreen on me.

It was a pretty transparent ploy, but I was feeling pretty laid back and
let him rub the lotion all over my back. In terms of muscle Owen was pretty
scrawny (not that there's anything wrong with that) but his hands were
immensely powerful; it felt almost like a massage as he applied the
lotion. I ended up just giving off a long sigh of contentment. It was a
nice afternoon.

Finally, though, I was ready to get out of the heat. When I told Owen as
much, he scrambled to his feet as well. "Before you head off and shower, do
you want to borrow that book I was telling you about?" he said. "I'm
already done with it."

I make dumb decisions a lot, but I'm not actually stupid. This ploy was
just as obvious as his last one. But I was a big boy (in more ways than
one) and I had promised myself no growing or shrinking. So after a second,
I replied with a simple, "Sure, that sounds great," and we headed off to
Owen's room.

When we got there, to his credit he went right over to his shoulder bag and
rooted through it for a minute, before finally fishing out a copy of the
book Wetworld, then sticking a business card inside of it. "It's pretty
good," he said, extending it towards me.

I reached for the book, and Owen's hand shifted forward onto mine. There
was a lot of desire and hope and fear on his face, and I started to wonder
just how badly he'd pinned hopes on some sort of hook-up across this
weekend. "I... I really hope you like it," he said, softly, and I could
catch the additional meaning. (As could my penis.)

I stepped closer to him, and he cocked his head back a tiny bit, his lips
trembling. Ok. I could be an adult about this. "Just a tiny bit," I
said. And then, he leaned in and kissed me. Like his handshake, his lips
were surprisingly strong, his salty tongue running across my teeth and
through my mouth. My body was roaring to attention, and I found myself
wrapping my arms around him. I was feeling like I had a little earlier,
once more; just sexually powerful and dominant and ready to just fuck and
be fucked my way across the world. I honestly couldn't imagine being like
this for too long, even as I desperately wanted to.

We stumbled over to the bed and crashed onto it; Owen was on his back and I
was on top of him, and we kept kissing while our hands moved up and down
each other's torsos. At first I felt like I had to be gentle with him, but
before long my inhibitions were going away and I was forcefully pulling him
towards me, squeezing his body against mine as our legs intertwined.

And of course, all the while, my bathing suit was getting tighter and
tighter. Owen was grabbing my ass, now, just running his hands up and down
those two perfect globes, stopping occasionally to squeeze and knead those
massive muscles. He could certainly feel the head of my penis rubbing
against his abs now (there was no way my suit could contain my penis fully
erect), and there was definitely something sizable going on inside his
voluminous board shorts as well.

Trying to take control of the situation, I stopped kissing his mouth and
started moving down, kissing and sucking his neck, his shoulders, his pecs,
his abs. As I got lower and lower, his board shorts started tenting out,
something I hadn't even thought possible based on how much extra material
there was. I slowly ran my fingers along the waistband and then carefully
pulled them off.

Well now. Let's just say that there was a reason Owen was wearing those
board shorts; he had clearly decided that he needed to hide that massive
penis he was swinging around down there. We were within just a few inches
of each other, and Owen was really girthy too. (Slightly undersized balls,
though. I guess no one can really have everything, though.) I started
licking the plum-sized head of Owen's penis and he gave off a moan so loud
I wouldn't be surprised if Aaron and Paul heard it in their own private
house. Owen was dripping a lot of precum too, and it was salty like Owen's
lips and tongue were, and thick like someone who hadn't orgasmed in a long
time. Slowly I started moving down the shaft, and Owen began groaning,
pushing up against my mouth. After a small eternity I made it down to the
base of the shaft; Owen had shaved completely bare around his penis, which
was great for blow jobs. All the while, my own penis was making a growing
puddle of precum on the comforter, and I started running my hands along the
bottom of Owen's thighs as I moved up and down his penis.

But then, suddenly, he started pulling out of my mouth. I was a little
surprised, because Owen certainly seemed ready to cum, but that turned out
to be the problem. "Can't... so fast..." he gasped. "Just stop for a
minute..."

I obligingly climbed back up, and started kissing him again. After a few
minutes, though, he suddenly rolled me over onto my back and then pulled
off of my mouth. He started kissing my own chest, and it felt fantastic. He
was one hell of a kisser, and his mouth was putting little shockwaves all
through my body. So good, in fact, that it took me a second to realize that
he was pushing my thighs up into the air. Owen clearly had in mind much
more than a blow job.

And oh, did I want him to fuck me. My ass was started to twitch in
anticipation, and I was feeling internally empty and needy. But I couldn't
grow again, I knew what a bad thing that would be, even as I wanted
it. Owen was pulling my suit off of me, and I had to act now.

"Nnnnn... nnnn... nnnno," I finally gasped out. "I... I can't."

Owen looked a tiny bit hurt, and leaned forward and kissed my mouth while
pushing my thighs closer to my chest. I could feel the head of his penis
against my balls, and my asshole twitched again, knowing that it could be
just a matter of seconds until that mammoth cock was inside of me. The urge
was getting stronger and stronger, like needing to pee for hours with
nowhere to stop in sight, only instead of pain it was the urge to get
fucked.

"I... I..." And then I lied. "I hurt myself inside and I'm still healing,"
I finally said. Owen paused at that, a look of confusion on his face. I
tried to frown. "I can't get penetrated for another week or two," I
fibbed. Taking advantage of Owen's momentary stop, I flipped us back around
so Owen was on his back. "But I can still help you out this way," I said,
and then slid my mouth back onto Owen's penis.

Based on the groans, grunts, and gasps from the next five minutes, I'd say
that Owen got over his disappointment pretty quickly. And with the amount
of cum that he pumped into my mouth, I'd also say that it had most
definitely been quite a while since the poor boy had last cum. Finally we
laid down along side each other, catching our breath. Owen looked like he
was going to pass out, and I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I had a
great time," I whispered, and he smiled gently.

Of course, the reality was my cock was hating me right now, but I promised
myself to take care of it back in my own room's bathroom shortly. After
promising to call him back in a few weeks, I picked up the book, pulled
back on my swimsuit as best as possible, and left Owen to his well-earned
nap.