New Camp Recruit Part 04

“Will you let go!” Stan shouted at Dale as he struggled to get out of the strong grip on his shoulder. It didn’t seem to matter how he moved his body, Dale could easily clench down on him and hold him in place. “I’ll call my father!” It was his last resort but he would do it if he had to. When he was younger that was the perfect trump card to anyone who was bullying him at all. A quick word with his dad and he’d come down and sort it out. 

It didn’t matter who got in trouble, his dad would make sure everyone who didn’t listen to him would pay. It started to isolate him from the rest of the kids and he spent a lot of time alone. It wasn’t until he was a bit older that he realized just how powerful it was to use to get him out of trouble. Instead of waiting for others to cause trouble and then use it, he would be the one to start something and then finish it with his father. The other kid’s approval didn’t matter. He was the one in charge.

“Oh? And what’s that going to do?” Dale taunted. There was still an ever so slight southern drawl in his words. “You were the one causing trouble in our park. Your father can’t do anything to us.”

“You wanna bet?” Stan growled. The size difference between him and Dale didn’t bother him one single bit. It didn’t matter that Dale was nearly a foot taller than him or how he outweighed him by possibly double, nearly all of it muscle. Stan still seemed to feel as though he was in the right. He seemed to have been under the impression he was the one in charge. But something deep down inside him felt different. He didn’t know what, but something was changing.

“I think I’d take it,” Dale smirked back. The tone muscular giant seemed to know something that he didn’t. 

A deep sinister glare filled Stan’s face as he stared into Dale’s. He couldn’t believe how unafraid the man was. It most likely was because of his massive size. Unable to face too many consequences or able to dispel conflict by just standing there, Dale probably didn’t get into any fights. Stan’s attention turned to Donnie. “The fuck you starin at?” he barked.

Donnie put his hands up defensively and smiled uncontrollably. His eyes closed as he clearly didn’t want to cause any trouble. “Nothing. I’m not staring at anything.”

“You’re beef is with me. Leave him alone,” Dale stepped between the two.

Stan let out another growl. “Then let me go!” he pulled away one more time and nearly knocked himself over with the power. Dale had released his grip and Stan hadn’t realized just how much pressure he’d put behind it. He spun around and then pulled out his phone and started dialing a number. “Dad?” he said. “Hey, I just wanted to call you and tell you I’m about to get fucked.”

All at once Stan’s heart sank. He couldn’t believe he just said that to his father. The very serious business man never took jokes very well and there was no way to play it off. He stared forward at Dale consciously becoming aware of the weird feelings he was having. His tight asshole clenched as he heard his father yelling all kinds of obscenities at him while Dale moved ever closer. The large mountain of a man stripped off his clothes with each step. His large muscles may have been covered in dense dark hair but that didn’t make them show any less. 

The click of his father’s phone brought Stan back down to reality. “Wait,” he took a step back. His hands raised in front of him defensively. The action only made him more noticeable of the thick lines of hair developing on them. “The hell?” he questioned seeing the dense but oddly maintained hair running up his arms that had been bare just a few seconds prior. “What’s… What’s…” deep grunts stopped him from being able to finish his questions as he felt the clothes he was wearing stricken to his body.

The loose fitting style was always comfortable. Stan had always made sure to wear something at least two sizes too big but right now it was starting to grow too small. The large shirt was wrapping around his thickening arms and belly. The large ball gut pushed out far in front of him while his chest did the same. Not as far but enough to make him look big. The shirt slowly rose over the rounding belly. While his sleeves pulled over his shoulders. “What’s going on…” he finally made out.

Stan’s eyes caught a glance of Donnie’s. “You…” his mind seemed to be dull but he could still make out at least some kind of idea that Donnie must have had something to do with it. The weird slightly cocked grin seemed to be enjoying his current discomfort. He took a step towards the small man.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dale grabbed him by the shoulder again and pulled him back. Despite Stan’s growing size he still couldn’t compete with Dale’s strength. His grip was more than he could bear.

“Sir?” Stan found himself saying. Despite his size, there was a hollowness to his voice making him sound a lot more innocent than would be at a glance. Just that one syllable word was enough to make his tough looking frame seem like it wasn’t even half its size. 

“You’re dealing with me,” Dale scolded.

“Holy shit!” there were two more voices right on the edge of the forest making a dart for it. “This is fucking crazy. You’re on your own man!”

Dale watched them start running. “Donnie? Can I trust that you’ll do something about that?” His grip was still firmly on the man in front of him while he gave Donnie the order.

“Yes sir,” Donnie said dutifully.

“Good.” At the word Donnie started off after the other two while Dale stayed behind with Stan.

There was a silence between the two as Dale stared down at Stan. Despite the young man growing a few inches, he was still a good head shorter than the park ranger. Even with Donnie gone he seemed to still be growing. His shirt was still rounding around his growing belly, his ass pushed harder against his shorts and his feet were pushing out of his $400 sneakers. He could feel the cheap rubber tearing away from the soles of the shoes while his toes pushed out of the front.

‘Was I wrong?’ his thoughts were so much slower than usual. Any normal one liner he’d give or snarky comment seemed to be completely gone as he looked the other man. Stan could only focus on his hard dick. It was the only part of him that wasn’t growing. If anything it was shrinking. He tried his best not to touch it but the feeling of Dale being over him was just too much. The light musky air between the two seemed to be driving him wild. It wasn’t just that his hands were twice as thick, full of callouses from a hard day’s work, but that it did feel like it was pulling closer and closer in under his belly. 

“So, what were you saying earlier?” there was barely an inch between Dale and Stan’s face. Their thick beards were touching while he whispered it in his face.

Stan pulled back a little, stammering single incoherent syllables. It was another aspect that softened his burly size. His mind was too focused on all the things he never knew he wanted someone like Dale to do to him. Barely able to make a word out Dale continued his light temptation. A soft touch to the side, pulling him back in. Then a kiss to the lips. Stan found his lips naturally parting for the other man. His tongue did it’s best to follow Dale’s lead.

“That’s a good boy,” Dale complemented as he pulled back from the kiss. Stan leaned forward slightly, disappointed in the distance between them. A smile crossed Dale’s face as he watched the needy boy try to figure out what he wanted. “How bout this, I’ll start doin what I wan’ and then if it’s too much then you tell me ta stop,” his drawl became more apparent as his arousal picked up. “Sound good?”

With a nod, Dale knew he was ready to go. He gave a soft ye-haw, as his rough hands started to round the other man’s body. One slid up and down his side while the other wormed its way into Stan’s hole. It was still too tight for him to enter. He’d need to get at least two fingers in to even stand a chance. But with a little effort he seemed to slide right in. The kissing between the two seemed to be enough of a distraction for Stan as he only gave soft grunt and skipped a beat whenever he pushed a little harder.

Stan didn’t complain. He looked more disappointed that Dale had to work so hard for him. The constant teasing of his asshole was making him just want to finish right then and there. But he knew Dale wouldn’t like that. He didn’t want to upset Dale. Holding back with everything he had, he tried to focus on just the kiss. But then it stopped as Dale pulled his body behind his. 

At some point they had gotten close to a tree and he leaned up against the hard bark. Stan’s tough hands gripped the sides of the tree and he could feel Dale pushing into him. The soft primal grunts the other man was giving, nearly sent Stan over again. Feeling his big dick shove against his ass, was just a topping. He felt his body opening up. The light pain was overwritten by the sheer pleasure of feeling himself filled up. Deeper and deeper the other man went. Further than Stan even thought was possible. It wasn’t until he got caught on something and pushed that Stan couldn’t hold back anymore.

His body naturally reacted to the sensation and he couldn’t control himself. The thick body bounced onto Dale’s dick, feeling it push back and forth against his colon. The sensation was wild as, Dale didn’t stop either. He was too busy enjoying the tight hold pressing hard against his dick, riding the wild wide. He took control as he gripped Stan’s flabbier sides and thrust himself in. The higher pitched grunts Stan gave seemed to be working as his dick throbbed with pleasure. 

It wasn’t long before Dale felt his own body react to the sensation and unload into his larger partner. His much larger balls held far more fluid that filled the other man’s asshole. As he pulled out and Stan stood up, he leaked a little behind him. “Sorry bud, didn’t bring a condom,” Dale shrugged.

“It’s fine!” Stan said. He didn’t want to make it awkward, too afraid Dale might not want him to come back again.

“Good boy.”