You're a Grower, Not a Shower, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Bryan was stunned at Trent’s revelation, as he could not believe that the person who had ridiculed him was also gay. Trent explained that he very upset when he started realizing his orientation, and he lashed out to prove to himself that he was straight. “I figured that I couldn’t actually be gay if I made fun of other gay people. I know that seems stupid now, but it was the only thing I could think of at the time.”

The two talked for a little while longer, and then Trent left the mini-mart. Bryan raced home with the aspirin for his mother and went directly to his laptop. He searched his email program and eventually found the missing messages – there were 10 of them trapped in the spam filter. Bryan whitelisted Trent’s address and the emails surged into his in-box.

Each letter contained a lot of apologies, explanations, and remorse. They were written with care and precision, and certainly not the work of the lunkhead that Bryan assumed Trent would be. After reading the final one, Bryan composed a reply email thanking Trent for reaching out – and he immediately received a response. Bryan’s college had gotten out before the final week of high school, so Trent invited Bryan to attend the last meeting of the gay-straight alliance before summer vacation.

Bryan reluctantly agreed, and the next afternoon went back to his old school. He was pretty surprised at who was in attendance – in addition to Trent, who was the club president, Mike Cullen, Jarrod Washington, and a lot of the other jocks who had bullied Bryan were there. It probably didn’t hurt that the meeting had been a catered with a big spread from the restaurant that Mike’s dad owned, and many of the senior athletes may have only shown up for the endless free food, but they all still participated. Clearly a lot had changed in the past few months, and Trent was one of the main instigators for that change.

Over the next week, after the graduation ceremonies were over, Bryan continued to meet with Trent. He was still angry at the way he had been treated, but something that Trent had said stuck with him – he wasn’t the hero of his story, but the villain. It reminded Bryan how he had treated those within his orbit during his first year of college: the kindly roommate he had barely gotten to know, the classmates he ignored who had tried to befriend him, and the men who he had wanted to use solely for their cock size and no other reason. Bryan realized he could be a better person as well, and hoped those folks would give him a chance just like was giving to Trent.

It was during one of the meetings at a park that Bryan asked when Trent realized he was gay. Trent admitted it was when he started fantasizing about having sex with him.

“What? You’re joking?” asked Bryan.

“Not at all,” replied Trent. “I thought you were so adorable and sweet. Just my type.”

Bryan began blushing, and then admitted his attraction to Trent. He had obviously been staring at Trent’s biceps and playing with his half-hard cock the day last year in class, but that certainly wasn’t the only time – it was a rather frequent occurrence before he got caught. “I used to go home and jack off thinking about you lifting weights, and getting bigger and stronger. I wanted to put my hands around your arms and feel them growing. Same with your pecs. And thighs. Pretty much every muscle,” Bryan added with a laugh.

The two felt closer than ever, so they sat quietly on the park bench and held hands for a little while…until they eventually kissed.

Over the next few days the quick pecks evolved into longer and wetter kisses, and some fondling, and within a week, Bryan and Trent decided they were both ready to have sex. They went to Trent’s house since his parents were gone for the weekend and, once inside, Trent picked up his pocket lover, tossed him over his shoulder, and did the fireman carry up the stairs to show off his strength.

Bryan giggled outwardly as he was being carried, but the move made him hornier than he had ever been before. “I’m going to bed with a super stud,” he thought.

Trent gently set Bryan down once in his room and then shut the door. The men turned to one another and simultaneously exclaimed, “But first I have to warn you about something.”

They laughed, and Bryan told Trent to go first.

“OK,” Trent replied. “Do you know why my nickname is The Beast?”

Bryan shook his head. “Because of your football abilities?”

“No, the name isn’t really about me. Or my strength. Or my prowess on the field. It’s about…my cock. It’s kinda big.”

“How big?” asked Bryan with a smile.

“Really big. I try to keep it under wraps so people don’t think I just walked out of a porno shoot.” 

Trent then took off his shorts and tossed them on a nearby chair, and then took off his boxer-briefs, and then a securely-in-place jock.

Bryan gasped when he saw it – Trent’s penis had to be a least 8 inches long soft, and was unbelievably thick. He thought back to what his uncle said about the length being the key driver for growth, and wondered if Trent’s girth would have any effect. 

"Good Lord. How big is it when…you know?” Bryan asked.

“About 13 inches long and 8 inches around,” replied Trent.

Bryan was both worried and excited. He had been hoping to find a bigger man, but Trent was way beyond his wildest dreams. He wondered if it would even fit inside him. Before he could ask any more questions, however, Trent explained that he would use a lot of lube and go extra slow so until Bryan was ready to handle it all.

“Ok, now that I’ve shared my secret,” said Trent. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Um, I think it would be better to show you,” said Bryan. “After we’re done.”

Trent agreed, and the two men hopped into bed. The found a position that worked for them both, with Bryan laying spread eagle on his stomach and Trent on top. The jock grabbed an XXL condom and an enormous bottle of lube from his nightstand and applied them to his baseball-bat cock, and then ever-so-gently began rubbing it through the groove of Bryan’s butt cheeks.

As a 19-year old flooded with testosterone and eager to get it on with his long-time crush, it didn’t take long for Trent to get hard. “You ready?” he asked.

Bryan affirmed he was, so Trent began inserting the tip of his baseball-bat cock into the hole. He slid it carefully and managed to get in 4 inches without much resistance. “Still good?”

“Very good,” replied Bryan. “But that’s all I can probably take…for now.”

Trent didn’t understand the last part, but he started pumping. He got into a rhythm right away and began to move a little faster.

Bryan began moaning with pleasure, not only from the sex, but he could feel himself growing. His skin was vibrating, his muscles began aching, and he knew it was happening. “Please keep going, Trent. You’re making me so hard.”

The bigger man obliged, and he began really bucking up and down. Trent also closed his eyes, lowered his head, and began kissing the back of Bryan’s neck and shoulders, which he noted seemed sturdier than he anticipated.

The pair were both getting close to climaxing, and sweat dripped off both their bodies onto the sheets.

“Yes, Trent, yes,” Bryan screamed, in a voice that seemed a bit deeper than it was just a minute earlier. His left arms was positioned above its head, and he could see it pulsing, changing, and adding more mass, so he gave it a quick flex.

Trent continued thrusting and nuzzling with his eyes closed, not realizing what was happening to his partner. “I’m ready, Bry. I’m really ready!”

Seconds later both of their cocks exploded at just about the same time. Trent pulled out and rolled over, and then couldn’t believe what he saw when he opened his eyes.

Bryan pushed up from his position on the bed, causing his tricep muscle to flare out from his previously skinny arm. He turned over and sat up with his back against the headboard to also reveal a solid chest and six-pack abs.

“What the fuck happened to you?” asked Trent. “You got into bed as a cross-country runner and now look like a baseball player.”

The newly bigger man leaned over, kissed his lover, and began telling him a story, which began with a questions: "Trent, have you ever heard the phrase, 'You're a grower, not a shower'?"

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After getting out of bed, Bryan checked his weight on the scale – he had gone from 125 up to 160 in just a matter of minutes, and as Trent had remarked, he now had the physique of a baseball player – still lean, but solid. Bryan was also no longer 5’7” but 5’10”, which meant re-dressing in his clothes was not possible, so he borrowed an old t-shirt and jeans that Trent’s father was going to donate to Goodwill.

Bryan returned to his house with a huge smile on his face.  His parents were happy to see to their son out of his funk, but not at all surprised to see him at a new size. Bryan’s dad knew about the gift that the men in his family had, of course, and he had explained it to his wife earlier that year once he was realized that their son might be able to use it.

Trent and Bryan began fucking quite regularly, and the latter continued to grow. As Bryan got bigger and beefier, Trent found he could put his cock in deeper and deeper…which caused Bryan to grow even more. And so on. And so on.

By the end of June, Bryan had gotten slightly larger than his lover – he was up to 6’4” and 250 pounds, and he looked like one of Trent's football teammates. And the end of July, he had grown to 6’7” and 340 pounds. And by the end of August, Bryan topped out at 6’9” and a monstrous 400 pounds. 

Everything else got bigger, too – his head, his feet, his fingers, and most definitely his dick. It wasn’t quite the size of Trent’s – at least not yet – but it was quite a bit larger than one of an average man.

It was this new and improved version who pulled up to Trent’s house the week before Labor Day in the new Dodge Ram 3500 that his dad had purchased for him. Bryan no longer fit into the compact car he had been driving and needed something that could accommodate his increased size.

Trent was on the porch waiting, and he walked down the steps and out into the sun as he saw Bryan pull up. The Beast was still quite the sight – he had put on about 10 pounds of muscle and was now up to 250, and with his close cropped blond hair and square jaw, he looked exactly like you would expect if you Googled the phrase “beefy linebacker.” He once again had on his favorite red stringer tank top, the one he had been wearing when he ran into Bryan at the mini-mart, and a pair of tight mid-thigh shorts that could not conceal the outline of his massive cock. Nobody usually noticed his cock size anymore when he was standing next to Bryan, so he had given up trying to keep it under wraps.

Bryan stepped out of the truck and smiled as he shut the door. He was also wearing a tight pair of mid-thigh shorts that had been specially made for him, along with a pair of size 18 shoes, and nothing else.

“Why bother with a shirt?” he thought. “Trent’s going to just rip it off me anyway.”

The Behemoth, as he was now known, lumbered toward his boyfriend. Everything about the man was huge and pumped – he didn’t resemble a bodybuilder so much as a strapping contestant from the World’s Strongest Man competition or The Mountain from Game of Thrones. In fact, if he cut his hair a little shorter and grew a beard, he would bear more than a passing resemblance to a younger version of the actor who had played the role. Bryan assumed that the thickness of Trent’s cock had ended up making his physique so much wider and fleshier than his uncle’s, but he really didn’t know how the growth worked. He just knew he loved it.

Trent looked Bryan up and down as he approached. "You're sure a lot different than from the start of summer.”

Bryan grabbed the back of Trent’s head, gently pulled their lips together, and leaned down to deliver a deep kiss that lasted for 30 seconds. One man who was jogging by at the time couldn’t help but get an erection as he fondly stared at the PDA.

"Ain't I, though?” boomed Bryan as he flexed his 26-inch arms. “God, I love that your cock makes my muscles so big. These peaks are insane!"

Trent licked Bryan’s right bicep, purred a bit, and then placed his hands on the bigger man’s chest. "I’m also jealous that your pecs are so perfectly shaped and crazy enormous. When you bounce ‘em, it really drives me wild."

“Just for you, baby,” said Bryan as he popped his chest muscles up and down.

The two kissed again, and Trent asked, “Did the coach get you approved?”

“Yeah. He took one look and instantly got me in.”

“Nice,” replied Trent. He knew that if his new football coach could see what The Behemoth had to offer, he would pull some strings to get Bryan transferred so they could not only go to the same college, but also both play for the football team. “What position?”

“Most likely center. So I’ll guess I’ll need some practice with guys reaching down around my ass. Think you can help?”

“Gladly,” Trent responded.

Bryan picked up his lover, tossed him over his shoulder, and easily carried him up the stairs and into the house.