New Camp Recruit Part 03

“Howdy,” Dale smiled at Donnie as he watched the younger man step out of the Jeep. Matt had already driven off back to the welcome center. Even though Dale already had everything they needed, he figured there must have been a reason Matt must have rushed off. “I’m Dale, nice ta metcha.” He extended his rather thin arm out for Donnie to shake. There was still quite a bit of strength in it. Though he mostly had to compare himself to Matt or Jesse.

“Donnie,” the even smaller guy gave Dale a pleasant shake. “I’m a little bit new here…”

“Oh? Wouldn’t have noticed,” Dale joked. “Hate to have this be yer furst day though. Ain’t had this much trouble in a long time.”

“Oh?” Donnie echoed. “It’s alright. I don’t mind. Just means I get a bit busier first day than usual, eh? And if I can survive this then I can survive just about anything right?”

“Right! That’s the spirit. Most kids yer age ain’t got such a work ethic. Too busy playing them damned vid-e-uh games. Never learned none basic ways to help others. Just focus on yerself.” He paused remembering his audience. “Sorry bud. Just like ta speak muh mind from time ta time. Hope ya don’t get too ah-ffended.” 

“It’s alright,” Donnie seemed to have a smile that put him at ease. “I don’t mind. You can say whatever you want around me.”

With anyone else, Dale might have felt a bit worried about a statement like that. People implying that often had nefarious reasons for doing so and he didn’t want to be put into a situation where he could get into trouble. But looking at his bright eyes and that genuine smile seemed to put all those fears away. “Good ta hear boy,” Dale added. “Guess sometimes just wish I was a bit younger. Seems like it wasn’t all that long ago that I started here…”

Dale went back to picking up the trash that was littered around the area. ‘Those hooligans’ went around and tossed over the trashcans in the area, knocking the trash out. Luckily most of it was fairly big. But the occasional food debris was a still a bit gross to pick up. He’d brought some grabbers from the welcome center so he wouldn’t have to bend over and use his hands but suddenly it felt like it would have been easier just to bend over and pick it up. He ran his hand through his thick dark beard wondering why he wasn’t. ‘What the..?’ for a second he paused knowing full well he was supposed to be clean shaven. 

Looking over his shoulder he could see Donnie staring at him. His small body was still picking up trash but every chance he got he seemed to be looking at Dale’s back. Moreover the heat of the area was starting to get to him. It was barely past ten in the morning but the sun was out in full force. The heat barreled down on them and sweat seemed to be forming around his brow. He moved around in his uniform trying to get comfortable but sweat seemed to have made it stick to his body. Every which way he moved it seemed to feel a little bit tighter on him.

“What were you sayin?” Dale asked as he realized Donnie had been talking to him. Again he was distracted by the heat and the tightness of his clothes. Without thinking he’d already started to unbutton the front of his uniform. “You don’t mind, eh?” Dale found himself raising his eyebrows in a rather seductive manner. He stared directly into Donnie’s.

“Not at all,” Donnie smiled. “I was figuring you were getting hot in that get up anyways.”

Dale found himself agreeing and stripping off the layer of clothing. Beneath it was his sleeveless white shirt that he always wore but it seemed to be plastered to two heavy pecs that he couldn’t remember ever having. Each one was densely covered in his dark fur and he couldn’t help but run his hands through it. ‘The heck?’ he questioned as his hand ran over the firm hairy muscles. All that did was distract him more to the fact that his arms were growing right in front of him. The rather lithe muscles he’d gained from naturally working outside were rapidly growing underneath him.

It made him acutely aware of the way his pants were starting to stretch around his growing ass. Dale could feel the two round globes pushing hard at the khaki pants while his waist stayed relatively the same size. Compared to how everything else was growing the fact that he only needed to unbutton the button to feel the tightness around his growing hip bone was enough to it was still rather thin.

“Feeling better?” Donnie asked.  

“Damn good, son,” Dale said it like a coach. He seemed to tower over the boy as he ran his hands through Donnie’s shaggy hair. “Damn good.” The tightness of his clothes bothered him but he wasn’t able to say anything about it. From his sleeveless shirt all the way down to his shoes, everything he wore was at least a size or two too small. He didn’t know what was going on but at the same time didn’t have any control over what he said. 

“I’m glad! But what were you saying earlier? About being younger?”

“That?” Dale asked with a slight chuckle. He was almost afraid of what he might say. “Just that when I was back in college I could fuck so many people each week. Barely any responsibilities and plenty of people to choose from. Ya know what I mean, eh?” Memories of all his sexual exploits filled his mind as he thought about ‘his college days.’ There were so many people he could remember sleeping with and so many more who asked. 

“Sort of…”

“Sort of?” Dale closed the distance between the two. There was a hint of lust in the two words. He found himself towering over the other man with a strange new intent. Those ‘college memories’ were rapidly coming back to him and he realized that not all of them contained women. His large imposing body was perfect for seducing men as much as it could for women. “What do you mean sort of? Cute little guy like you?” 

Part of him wanted to resist the new him, but it just felt so good to give in. His throbbing cock was pushing hard against his tight khaki pants. He placed a massive hand on Donnie’s small shoulder and gave it a nice pat. Donnie gave him a faint smile but didn’t seem to respond. His eyes trailed past Dale and focused on something else. 

“GAY!” one of them called out laughing at the two men just barely a foot apart. Dale’s giant form turned around to see three guys standing right on the edge of the trail and the forest, recognizing them from the night before. The three froze and stared. Each one realizing that they just made their presence known to a giant. A giant who could easily catch them. They each slid a foot back, ready to sprint away. 

“Shit. Run!” one of them called out. The three spun around and headed back into forest as Dale sprinted off after them. His muscular body easily bounded over the trees and leaves in his way but the three had split up. He chose one of them and easily caught up. His hand squeezed the other man’s shoulder forcing him to call out in pain. 

“Holy shit! What the fuck man! It was just a fucking joke! Why you gotta be a fucking bitch about it…” he cursed at Dale.