11:11 x2

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Scott sat across from Logan in the living room of their apartment on November 11, 2024. He leaned back with his usual confidence, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised as he studied his friend. They had always been close, the type of friends who would do anything for each other. They’d met back in elementary school when Scott, always a jokester, had convinced Logan to play a prank on their teacher. Logan, shyer and sweeter, had been hesitant but somehow couldn’t say no to Scott.

That prank was the beginning of an unbreakable bond that grew stronger over the years. Now, starting college, they were inseparable, sharing an apartment near campus and slipping into constant playful teasing, pranks, and casual companionship. They had grown up together and closer in every sense of the word, and there were few things they kept hidden from each other. In fact, since moving in together a few months ago, the moment they walked through their front door, they’d be in nothing but shorts, like today.

On this chilly November morning, the only thing breaking the silence in the apartment was the soft ticking of the wall clock, creeping toward 11:11. They looked at each other so intensely that they didn’t even blink. Scott was the taller of the two at 6’2”. His frame was lean but looked powerful, a combination of model-like elegance and defined muscle. His dark hair was always immaculately styled, never a strand out of place, emphasizing his perfect appearance. His blue eyes were captivating, and his grin only made him look more cocky. But deep down, there was a kind and gentle young man that only Logan had gotten to know.

Scott’s shoulders tapered down into a trim waist, his hips a bit wider than usual for his build but suited to his look, and his muscular legs proved his dedication to maintaining a perfectly sculpted body. The shorts he wore hugged his body in all the right places, showing off his defined thighs and his round butt—features that he was more than a little aware of.

Logan sat across from Scott, looking like the embodiment of rugged handsomeness. He was just a bit shorter than Scott at 6’0”, with a thick, muscular build that made him look like he could step into a wrestling ring at any moment, though he’d never actually practiced wrestling. His light blonde hair was usually kept a bit messy, adding to his all-American vibe. His broad shoulders and chest made it nearly impossible for him to find shirts that fit comfortably, but he didn’t seem to mind. Logan was built like a fortress, and while his physique made him seem intimidating to others, Scott knew the truth—Logan was sweet, shy, and always a bit unsure of himself around people he cared about. Today, Logan’s shorts fit snugly around his powerful thighs, the fabric stretched over his muscular butt, making it clear just how solidly built he was. He shifted, adjusting in his seat, his gaze not leaving Scott’s at all.

They sat there, staring at each other in silence, an unusual intensity crackling between them. Scott’s usual cocky grin softened for a moment, and Logan, who could normally brush off Scott’s teasing, found himself slightly flustered, his cheeks warming. Scott had a certain charm that Logan couldn’t resist. Logan had hidden his feelings for Scott for so long, but every time Scott acted all cocky, he lost it. Secretly, Scoot felt the same whenever Logan acted cute and sweet before him; he couldn’t resist it.

Scott suddenly broke the silence with a smirk. “You’re not chickening out on me now, are you, Logan?”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking away as he chuckled. “This is just ridiculous. Wishing on a time? I mean, what’s supposed to happen? It’s just numbers.”

“So you’re telling me that you don’t have a single thing you’d wish for, Logan? Nothing at all?” Scott leaned forward, his grin widening. “Oh, you’re scared it might actually work. Got it.”

Logan chuckled, crossing his arms defensively. “I’m not scared. I just think it’s… unrealistic.” He glanced at the clock. 11:09. “I mean, people say it all the time: ‘Make a wish at 11:11, and it’ll come true.’ But logically, it’s… just a superstition.”

Scott scoffed, shrugging, but his eyes twinkled with a playful arrogance Logan knew so well. “This is different. 11:11 on 11/11. But if it’s so ridiculous and doesn’t work, then it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”

Logan shot him a look—somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Fine, fine. But I still think it’s ridiculous.”

“Perfect!” Scott said with a triumphant grin. “And to make it more interesting, we’re making wishes for each other.”

“What?” Logan blinked, looking surprised and maybe even a little panicked.

“Yep,” Scott replied, unfazed, leaning in close. “I’ll wish for you, and you can wish for me. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Logan hesitated, clearly flustered. His cheeks had gone a little pink, and he glanced at the clock again—11:10 and counting. “Alright, fine,” he said, giving in with a resigned sigh. “But this is just silly…”

Scott chuckled, his gaze slightly softening as he watched Logan’s reluctant acceptance. “Hey, it’s just a bit of fun,” he said, then looked up as the final seconds ticked by. “Better start thinking of your wish.”

They both fell silent as the seconds ticked down. Scott closed his eyes briefly, smirking as he thought of his wish. Logan’s brow slightly furrowed as he thought, nervousness mingling with his reluctant amusement. Logan was unsure what wish would suit his best friend. With Scott’s cocky, carefree confidence, he’d always seemed like he had everything figured out. But a wish. Maybe he could wish for something Scott could never have on his own. Or something both of them would enjoy.

Finally, the clock showed 11:11.

The silence broke as Scott grinned, his voice loud and teasing as he blurted out his wish. “I wish Logan’s already impressive bulge would get much bigger—only for me to enjoy.”

Meanwhile, Logan was blushing furiously, barely able to mutter his own wish. “I… I wish Scott could… and want to carry as many kids as I want,” he whispered under his breath—so softly that Scott didn’t even catch the words. When he opened his eyes, Scott was grinning widely at him. “Wait… what did you say?” Logan asked, surprised by Scott’s words.

“No, what did you say? I didn’t hear you,” Scott said, but before Logan could process the question, he felt a tingling sensation spreading on his crotch that made him gasp. 

Logan suddenly tensed in his seat, his expression shifting from amusement to shock. “Oh—” Logan gasped, squirming as an odd sensation coursed through him. His gaze dropped, and his eyes widened in astonishment as his bulge throbbed and pressed outward inside his tight shorts. His hands instinctively went to his crotch, where he could feel the fabric stretching, tightening, as something inside was growing.

“What the—” Logan muttered, his eyes widening in shock as he watched his bulge begin to expand, swelling outward with each passing second. The fabric of his shorts strained, the seams creaking, struggling to contain the sudden growth. “It’s so… tight. It hurts.”

“Take them off! They’re about to burst anyway,” Scott responded, evidently excited.

Logan didn’t respond and quickly removed his pants and underwear, exposing his big cock and bull balls getting even bigger. His thick 9-inch-long soft cock was getting thicker and longer with each heartbeat. It somewhat looked like Logan was getting an erection, but his cock wasn’t getting hard. I was only growing. His balls inflated like a balloon attached to an air pump, though he could feel them filling up with cum at an alarming speed. His jaw dropped as each ball grew to nearly the size of a basketball, and his cock reached about 20 inches, still soft.

““Logan!” Scott gasped, momentarily stunned. Then, almost as if his shock melted into amusement, he burst out laughing. “Oh my god, it actually worked! That was my wish—Logan, you’re huge!”

Logan’s face flushed a deep red, his hands uncertainly hovering as if he couldn’t quite process what he saw or felt. “Scott, this isn’t funny!” he said, struggling to find coherent words to describe what had just happened. “How did this even—this isn’t possible!”

But Scott just stared, evidently delighted. He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Well, maybe 11:11 wishes aren’t so silly after all,” Scott teased, leaning in to carefully touch Logan’s new cock and balls. “I’ve been waiting to see something like this for a while,” he added, reaching for Logan’s balls with both hands to feel how big and heavy they were.

“What? You wanted to see my balls getting this big? You can’t be serious,” Logan said, looking down at Scott’s hands moving over his massive balls, causing his dick to stir to life.

“Well, yeah. I’ve had a big crush on you for years now, and… man, this looks so good on you,” Scott said, unable to break his gaze off Logan’s crotch. “I’ve never told you because… I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he added, making Logan blush.

“Are you serious? You’re not messing around with me? Right?” Logan said in disbelief.

“I’m serious. More than ever in my life, dude,” Scott responded, leaning forward to kiss Logan’s cock. “I’m so serious that I’d be with you for the rest of my life if you’d accept me. I’m so serious that if I could, I’d carry your kids and build a huge family with you.”

Logan froze, his cock now getting even longer and thicker as it got hard. “Scott. I’ve been in love with you since we entered high school. I’ve… dreamed about us having kids of our own. But I know it’s not possible,” Logan said as his cock reached its full mast at 30 inches long.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try,” Scott said, quickly removing his pants and crawling to sit on Logan’s lap. With one knee at each of Logan’s sides, Scott sat atop him while caressing the massive cock. “Would you please fill me up with your kids?” He said with a teasing tone. Logan could tell Scott was still teasing him, but there was some truth in his actions. Maybe his wish had also come true.

Logan nodded, and Scott lifted himself to line his hole with Logan’s cock. “Do you think it’ll fit?” he asked, marveling at Scott’s willingness to take his cock.

“It will. I wished for this to be only for me to enjoy. So, if someone can take this, it’s… me,” Scott said, lowering his body on Logan’s cock, slowly taking inch after inch of the enormous fuck tool. “Ugh… told you. It’s so tight, but… ugh… it feels so good.”

Logan didn’t respond. His hips instinctively thrust upward, forcing more inches of his cock into Scott, who moaned louder in pleasure. The sensation was intense, and Scott could barely think clearly. Scott moved his hands to his abdomen, where a cock-shaped bump stretched his abdomen. He immediately bounced his body on Logan’s fuck pole as moans from both of them escaped their mouths.

Logan closed his eyes as Scott continued bouncing on his cock, barely able to stay conscious due to the extreme levels of pleasure he experienced. His cock was very sensitive, and Scott’s hole was tight, but still, this felt deeper than just sex. It was different, more intense than he had ever expected. He had dreamed about fucking Scott’s big ass for so long, and it felt a lot better than he had ever dreamt.

Seconds turned into minutes, and Logan couldn’t avoid leaking a river of pre-cum into Scott’s guts, making him feel bloated. Logan didn’t want the intense moment to end, but the more Scott moved up and down on his cock, the harder it became for him to hold back his cum shot. Logan felt his balls filling up and expanding even more as they produced more cum, even faster, and he focused his efforts on not cumming. Not yet.

However, as Scott’s moans grew louder, his 7-inch-long cock shot several globs of cum all over Logan’s torso and face, leaving Logan unable to hold his load back anymore. Logan groaned loud as his cock exploded like a geyser, rounding Scott’s abdomen even more, inflating it with cum.

“Oh, yes! Yes! So much!” Scott excitedly shouted as his belly continued expanding, and Logan’s cock pumped what felt like gallons of cum into him. “This is what I wanted!”

Logan was barely able to speak as the sensation of such an enormous cum load traveling through his cock was overwhelming. “You… you wanted this?”

“I did. I didn’t think it would feel this good, but… this is what I wanted.” Scott moved his hands to caress his round abdomen as it expanded to be similar to a beach ball in size, and it only continued. “I won’t be able to carry your kids, but we can pretend this big belly is full of your babies. Our babies.”

As Logan stopped cumming and he admired Scott caressing the newly filled belly, he remembered his own wish. If Scott’s wish had come true, that meant his wish would also come true. And it meant he could fill Scott with as many kids as he wanted. “Do you know that I’ve always wanted a huge family?” He asked, moving his hands to caress Scott’s taut belly.

“I do. You always talked about that. That’s part of the reason why I never told you how I felt. You sounded so straight and family-inclined. And you know I can’t fulfill those dreams. I wish I could, though,” Scott said, grinning at Logan.

“Well… your wish worked. And I think my wish will also come true,” Logan said, now sounding cocky. “I wished for you to be able and willing to carry as many kids as I want.”

“Oh… I’ve always been willing, but… you… Ugh…” Scott began, but his words were interrupted by Logan’s hips thrusting upward again, starting round two because his cock hadn’t softened after round one.

“Well, get ready, Scott, because I won’t stop trying until I know you’re carrying at least a dozen of my babies. Remember… part of the wish was: As many as I want,” Logan said, moving his hands to Scott’s hips as the fucking intensified.

Scott moaned in pleasure despite feeling a bit worried about Logan pumping even more cum into his overfilled belly. However, as he looked down into Logan’s eyes, he couldn’t resist it. Scott longed for more of Logan. He longed to carry his babies. This was what he had wished for, and deep down, he couldn’t wait to wish for something even bigger next year.

The End

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PN: This is a random idea I had a few days ago but couldn't finish on time. The initial intention was longer, but... I think it's better to leave this with an open ending so you can imagine and get creative with what happens next.