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Hadron Theories
🕑 Added 2021-12-22 05:35:03 +0000 UTCSeth drummed his hands on the steering wheel to stave off his boredom. Another text came from his boyfriend Kris: “Abram says he is just packing up a few things and he’ll be right out.” Seth sighed and looked around. Abram was Kris’ son, a bright but geeky nineteen-year-old who would be moving back home to Seth and Kris’ house, commuting to classes from now on.
Apparently dorm-life had been hard on poor Abram, who was hard-working but socially awkward. A late-bloomer, bookish little Abram was getting bullied by his roommates and was slipping into a depression because of it. The move home had been Seth’s idea, but he had been dreading this big change for them, since Kris was already exhausted and overworked and their sex-life had dried up.
Seth’s eyes perked up as a couple of built fratboys walked by, polo collars popped and hats on backwards. His dick went ramrod hard at the sight of their tight young muscles, so much so that he sank lower in his seat, hiding his boner further beneath his steering wheel. It had been six months since Kris had been “in the mood” and while Seth was still very much in love with his boyfriend, he couldn’t deny that his unmet sexual needs were starting to become an issue.
A thickly built lunk of a man in a State Football sweatshirt passed by with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. Seth scanned the width of the big stud, then peeped at the hefty bulge up front. Finally he shook his head and pried his gaze from the oversized student athlete. Muscles had never been Seth’s “thing.” Kris had been the man of Seth’s dreams when they first met: small, cute, erudite, with blue eyes and adorable dimples. But Kris was an accountant, not some gym loving musclehead.
“Good god do I need to get laid,” Seth said, pangs of guilt washing over him. He imagined poor Kris pulling yet another all-nighter, his job as an accountant aging him beyond his forty-five years. Maybe in time, when they got their money troubles solved and Seth moved out, they could plan a nice vacation. Despite the gray hair that had appeared in Kris’ unkempt hair in the past year and the pot-belly that had developed on his otherwise thin body, the idea of the two of them on a beach in matching speedos exploring each others’ bodies got him just as excited as the young bucks wandering around Abram’s college’s campus.
With a deep sigh Seth checked his watch. What the hell was taking Abram so long? He reclined his seat and clicked on some instrumentals on the radio. The air conditioning on his face lulled him into a trance and he found himself slipping off to sleep.
*
Seth awoke with a start and fumbled for his phone. An hour had passed. He had missed three messages from Kris, each one telling him that Abram would be just a BIT longer, but still the gangly young man was nowhere to be seen. Seth sighed. This trip wasn’t supposed to be an all-day venture. As much affection as he had for Kris’ son, this much lateness was too much. He opened his car door and stepped out, irked as he started typing a text. “Are you okay? Do you need help moving your things?”
The double-doors of Abram’s dormitory suddenly flew open before Seth could hit the SEND button. Seth’s eyes went wide as a man built like a professional bodybuilder strutted out the front door, legs so thick he had to walk with a wide gait (nearly a waddle!). There was an enormous box on one shoulder and another under one of his beefy arms. He strutted down the large stone steps and gave a nod in Seth’s direction.
Seth suddenly realized his mouth was agape, a dollop of drool hanging off his lower lip, as the massive man acknowledged him. He dropped his keys accidentally and fumbled them before standing up to find a brick-wall of muscle looming over him. “Sup Seth? Sorry I took so long. Had some issues to deal with. Roommate stuff.”
“Uh… uh…” Seth was frozen in place as the enormous man–a head taller than Seth and nearly twice as wide as any man Seth had ever seen–set one of his boxes on Seth’s car.
“Thanks for picking me up. Dad said you’ve been waiting a while… my bad. You want to pop the trunk so I can put this other one back there?”
Seth blinked and studied the bodybuilder’s face. He saw Abram’s familiar freckles, the buck-tooth smile, the incredibly thick glasses, the copper-colored curls… but the chubby cheeks he remembered were replaced by a chiseled, angular face and a lantern jaw. Seth was still speechless as the well-muscled young man climbed into his passenger seat, the whole car tilting to the right from his hefty mass.
Seth quietly climbed into the driver’s side, unable to puzzle out exactly what had happened. He had seen Abram months ago when they’d dropped him off at school; he’d been a mousey intellectual with asthma. But the overgrown man crammed in his passenger seat couldn’t possibly be Abram… could he? Seth reached down to shift the car into drive. His elbow rubbed against Abram’s rock-hard, shaved-smooth forearm.
“Man, it’s hot in here,” Abram complained, pulling at the front of his skin-tight shirt. “I’m sweating like a pig!”
“Well, if we roll up the windows…” Seth suggested, poking at the A/C button.
“No can do,” Abram said, chuckling. “I can’t get my arm inside your car!” It was true; his beefy appendage hung out the window, and Seth couldn’t imagine him squeezing it in enough to get the window shut. “Gonna have to lose the shirt. Hope you don’t mind.” Abram struggled to pull his shirt over his head, getting caught on his wide lats. “Uh, Seth? A little help?”
Seth tried to drive with one hand while he awkwardly yanked with the other. Abram laughed as he heard some fibers tearing as the shirt gave way, finally getting it off. He sniffed it and whistled. “Damn, this thing REEKS! And I just put it on, too.” Abram tossed the shirt at Seth; it landed over his face. One whiff of the shirt’s musky scent had Seth reeling. It was all he could do to avoid driving off the road.
“Whew! These pits are mostly the culprit, I’m guessing,” Abram said, lifting an arm for a sniff, revealing a tuft of hair poking out of a deep muscle crevice. The thick, masculine scent poured out as Abram tilted his head to sample his own brew. “Wow. I swear I’m wearing deodorant, but I guess they don’t make stuff that can keep my stink down.”
Seth was sweating now too. He mopped at his sopping face with Abram’s shirt, his breathing shallow, his heart pounded. He had never been so turned on in his life–and it was by his boyfriend’s son! (Not to mention that Abram was somehow 200 pounds heavier than he had been when last they saw each other, but Seth’s bloodflow was diverting from his brain to his rockhard cock, making it impossible for him to theorize how this had happened.)
He tried not to look, but finally Seth glanced to the side to see Abram’s bare-chest protruding far over a set of rock-hard abs. The massive student scratched absent-mindedly at a pec. It twitched; Seth momentarily forgot he was driving, transfixed by the mound of meat.
His hand shaking, he picked up his phone and dialed Kris’ number. It went straight to voicemail. “Babe, give me a call, ASAP!” he said, his voice shaky.
“Jeez, Seth, you gotta lay off the coffee, bud,” Abram said, one massive hand enveloping Seth’s much smaller shoulder, giving him a squeeze. There was so much power in that grasp, and the hand made Seth feel so small… he couldn’t help it. He let out a breathy sigh as he shot a load in his pants.
Seth anxiously tried to use Abram’s sweaty shirt to cover the growing stain on his tented shorts. Seth’s face burned with humiliation, only barely glancing over to see Abram staring right at him. The tip of his tongue poked through his teeth and he winked.
Seth smashed at the radio, desperate for anything to distract from the god-like physique throwing off heat and manly stink just inches away from him.
*
“Yo pops! Your baby boy is home!” Abram roared as he pried his body from Seth’s far-too-small (for Abram, that is) car. He bounded inside, his pecs and glutes bouncing as he vaulted up the front steps of their home.
Seth slunk behind him, desperate for a Gatorade to replenish his fluids. In the car ride he’d fired two more loads, hands-free, after his first shameful accident. Once had been when Abram had leaned back to stretch, extending his arms out in both directions (and subsequently pressing his thick horseshoe tricep against Seth’s face for a solid three seconds). The other had occurred when Abram’s seat-belt had come unhooked and he needed Seth to reach around his bulk to pull it back into its interlocking piece. Seth wondered how he could get by Kris fast enough to change out of his cum-stained pants.
Of course, Abram’s transformation would probably blow Kris’ shaggy hair right off his head! Seth entered, feeling a bit queasy. Kris had never called him back, but Seth had never warned him about his son-turned-bodybuilder either. He prepared himself for Kris’ shock. Abram thundered up the stairs (his steps so heavy that the kitchen cabinet doors shook). Seth prepared himself for Kris’ inevitable meltdown when he was the monstrosity Seth had brought home instead of his meek, nerdy son.
“That my boy? Home from school already?” The voice came from Kris’ office, but it did not sound like Kris! It was deeper for one, even deeper than Abram’s now. But the man Seth had left behind that morning would have had to sleep for a week to boom with such vigor! Seth threw open the office door and nearly collapsed at what he found.
Instead of Kris’ cramped, messy office, Seth saw a mini-gymnasium. There were three sets of benches, stacks of weights, and the mirrored walls were all lined with dumbbell racks. Standing in the center of it all was a man that made the new Abram look small: nearly 6’5” tall, so huge with pumped, sweaty muscles that there was no chance Seth could even get his arms around him now, was Kris.
Undeniably it was him, with the same shaggy brown hair, the same thick glasses, the same buck-teeth… but the rest of him had been super-sized. Instead of his pajama-pants and flannel-shirt work-at-home attire, Kris wore skin-tight shorts that only extended a few inches below his groin and a string-tank top. The total fabric on Kris’ gargantuan body wouldn’t amount to more than a dish-towel now. Seth suddenly recalled their first beach date, when Kris was too shy to shed his t-shirt before getting in the water.
“Babe, how is he?” Kris said. The room shook as he bounded toward Seth, scooping him up with one huge arm and pulling him into an embrace. Seth found his face pressed into the deep cleavage between this muscle god’s pecs, breathing the humid air there deeply. As Kris lowered him down to the floor, Seth’s face dragged down the huge cobbles of Kris’ flawlessly lean abdomen. Seth’s knees were so weak he tumbled forward, his face landing right in Kris’ huge shorts-clad bulge.
And for the fourth time that day, Seth shot a load he hadn’t planned on.
“Aw, Babe,” the enormous Kris said, steadying Seth as he looked down at his sticky pants. “You can’t get enough of your guy, can you?” He stroked a fat finger across Seth’s blushing cheek. “How about you head upstairs and get changed while Abram and I catch up, hunh?”
Kris winked and flexed a bicep the size of Seth’s head. His nerves hopelessly frayed from all that had happened, Seth stumbled away.
On the walk to their bedroom, Seth found their house just as unfamiliar as his boyfriend and his son. The halls seemed wider for one. Plus, the photos on the staircase were different. Where Kris’ grad school graduation photo had been was a framed magazine cover featuring a younger, but still hulking, Kris flexing on a beach. Instead of a picture of the couple celebrating on vacation in New Orleans, there was a photo of Kris standing backstage at a bodybuilding competition in a pair of purple trunks while Seth painted tanner on him with a little roller.
Their bedroom had changed as well. Seth was stunned at the California King where their dainty Queen used to sit. It was clear from the massive depression on the right which side of the mattress big Kris liked to sleep. Their adjoining bathroom had altered as well, the cramped claw-foot tub now replaced by an enormous shower with heads installed directly overhead in the ceiling.
“Of course,” Seth said, examining the spacious bathing area. “He’s so big… he has to have a shower this huge.” He shook his head, wondering if his acceptance of this new reality was a sign that he was truly losing his mind.
After a nice shower, Seth emerged and got dressed. He was shocked to find skimpy gym clothes in the drawers where all of Kris’ video-game themed graphic tees used to be. He held up a pair of Kris’ underwear that looked enormous in his hands. The silk briefs were bright red. He enjoyed their buttery texture as he stroked it against his face. “God, on him, I bet these look tiny…” He stroked the front, imagining Kris’ junk stuffed inside them. Then his eyes went wide. “Wait, where’s that new big dick gonna GO?!” he wondered. In the past, Kris had been a bottom, but that was before he was over 300 pounds of muscle. Seth’s buttcheeks clenched as he imagined Kris trying to put all of his size in Seth’s entirely unchanged hole. “Fuck…” was all he could say.
After all, if Kris wanted to fuck Seth, what was he going to do to stop him?
Before he left the room, he noticed a camera on a tripod aimed at their bed. He resisted the urge to watch the tape on it.
Neither his boyfriend nor Kris’ son were downstairs. Seth wandered around the wholly unfamiliar house for a bit before heading into the garage, where he heard their booming voices. Of course Kris’ Prius was gone, supersized just like everything else to a Chevy Silverado that still looked like it might be a tight squeeze for the monstrous man. Both Kris and Abram were shirtless and sweaty, breathing hard as if they were mid-workout. Kris was recording Abram with his phone as the younger man strutted back and forth.
“So, anyway,” Abram said as he squatted beneath the huge truck’s rear bumper and gripped it, “my main study this semester has been discovering new hadrons. You should see the Hadron Collider we have on campus. It’s fucking unbelievable… so big, even I can’t lift it!” As he recounted his studies to his father, he was standing up, lifting the truck several feet off the ground before setting it back down again, then lifting it again. He was doing reps with a truck.
“Also I’ve got this theory about alternate realities, and how we could bridge the gap between two parallel dimensions… and dad, I’ve actually got some evidence to back up the theories. My advisor seems to think we could make some serious progress if I spend time working on them. It’s too bad today was moving today, though. They fired up the Hadron Collider right as I was moving my stuff out of my dorm. Can’t wait to hear what they discovered next.”
“Okay, good,” Kris said, still looking at the phone. “Hey babe,” he said to Seth, still focusing his attention on Abram, who lifted and set down the truck a fortieth time before stepping away. “We’re just doing a live feed for Abram’s fans. Somebody wanted him to do reps with my truck while he and I caught up. Tipped him a hefty amount, too.”
Abram beat one of his huge pecs with his fist. “These babies are gonna pay my way through my doctorate!”
Kris suddenly smiled. “Well, would you look at that,” he said, walking with his phone over to Abram. “Somebody else made a request.” The two hulks turned toward Seth. Kris’ eyebrow was raised, a devious look on his face.
“Looks like somebody wants me to use a smaller guy as a weight,” Abram said, crossing his arms, causing his massive pecs to balloon up and over them.
“Well, lookie here. We have a smaller guy right here,” Kris said. “Babe, you know how to do it. Assume barbell position!”
Seth hardly had time to react before Abram grabbed a handful of his shirt and clamped the other hand around Seth’s ankles. Instinctively Seth went rigid as Abram curled him like he was nothing. After every rep, Abram’s exhalation blew a blast of hot air over Seth’s face.
“Babe, Abram’s livefeed fans love you!” Kris said, beaming with pride. “Of course they love that stud boyfriend of mine, don’t they?”
Seth wasn’t sure what was more unbelievable–that he’d allowed himself to be used for curls without dispute, or that a titanic bodybuilder thought HE was a stud. Despite his muscles, it appeared that the core of Kris hadn’t changed.
“Oh, nice, new offer just came in,” Kris interrupted. “Let’s head to the backyard.”
“What… what is it?” Seth said as Abram gently set him down. “What do they want me to do?”
“They want you to give Abram a scrub-down,” Kris said, giving Seth’s ass a swat that nearly knocked the smaller man over. “Don’t worry. It’ll be just like how you wash me, just a little smaller!”
Abram chuckled at the slight, playfully ramming his massive father with his shoulder. The meat-on-meat smack made Seth wince. “Ha! Only smaller for now. You just wait! Gimme a year and YOU’LL be washing me, dad!”
Seth followed the two giants into the backyard. Abram stripped off his shorts, revealing just a jockstrap. He squatted down. Even on his knees, he was nearly as tall as Seth. Kris handed his smaller lover a sponge and a bucket full of soapy water.
“Get him, babe,” Kris said, giving Seth a playful kiss on the cheek. “Wash that filthy fucker!”
Seth had to remind himself to breath as he rubbed the soapy sponge all over Abram’s tan, rippling physique. He was mesmerized by the knotted cords of Abram’s back, rippling like snakes as the suds ran down him. As he scrubbed Abram’s abs, the soapy water soaked Abram’s already sweaty jockstrap, making it nearly transparent. Seth tried not to look.
“Aw, don’t be afraid of it,” Kris jeered from the sidelines, gleefully recording the whole venture. “It’s just like mine but smaller!”
Abram darted his tongue at Seth while he flexed his hips, making the stuffed basket bob and bounce. Seth glanced around at the neighbors, wondering if there were any other witnesses to this incredible show other than Abram’s only fans.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Kris said, finally setting down the phone. “Abram, you having dinner with us tonight?”
Abram shrugged. “I thought I’d bounce around town, see if I could find any good admirers. Do the dudes in this neighborhood still like muscles? All the jocks on campus get too intimidated by my size. That’s why I had to move home!”
“There’s a powerlifting gym a block away,” Kris said. “Swing by. They’ll know you’re my son soon as they see you. Trust me, you’ll find a couple monsters ready to take you on.”
Abram smiled as he toweled off. “Sounds good! God, I need a good musclefuck.” He waddled away, his soaked jockstrap bouncing ahead of him as his freshly washed muscles shone in the setting sun.
“But after that you’d better get back home and do your damned homework!” Kris barked. The two beasts mashed pecs together before separating. Kris nodded toward the house once they were alone and Seth couldn’t help but follow.
“Uh, Kris… is… is everything… the same? Like, has anything changed… for you?” Seth began. He had no idea how to put into words what he wanted to ask.
Kris paused at the base of their stairs. “Good god, babe, I’m so glad you said something.” He scooped Seth up and tossed him over his shoulder. Seth bounced on the huge delt with every step. “It’s so bizarre that I can do this now that you’re this small…”
“Now that I’m…” Seth tried to process as his hands fumbled for purchase on Kris’ rippling back.
“While you were gone something happened. I felt all confused, and… the pictures of you changed. I thought I was going nuts! But for some reason… when I saw you, even though it was weird, it was like… my brain just accepted it, y’know?” Kris tossed Seth on their bed at the end of the explanation. “And for some reason, a guy as small as you… is still everything I want, y’know?” Kris pried down the waistband of his shorts and his big cock bounced free, stiffening immediately at the sight of Seth’s much smaller body.
“Get naked,” Kris ordered, and Seth did as he was told. He felt incredibly sheepish stripping down in front of the gigantic man before him, but Kris’ eyes lit up at the sight of his bare skin the exact way they always had. This was still his boyfriend… just much, much more of him.
“Lemme turn the live stream on,” Kris said as he switched on the camera and pointed it in their direction. “Now that you’re pocket-sized like you are,” Kris said with a wink, “I’ve got some stuff I want to try that I know our fans are gonna just love…”
“Fans?” Seth said shyly as Kris climbed toward him on all fours like a shaved gorilla.
“Hell yeah, babe,” Kris said, grabbing Seth’s ankle with one mighty hand. “How the hell do you think we afford this house?”
“But… but aren’t you still an accountant?”
Hearty laughter erupted from Kris’ chest. “Yeah, I’ve been ACCOUNT’N every inch I’ve stuffed into these 28 inch biceps!” he said. He slid one hand under Seth’s lower back and raised him up. With the other arm, Kris flexed his bicep, then he slowly threaded Seth’s steel-hard cock between the pumped bicep and forearm.
Seth’s eyes nearly bugged out as he began fucking Kris’ arm–although in actuality, HE wasn’t really fucking ANYthing, since Kris was doing all of the fucking! Seth couldn’t believe the feel of all that hot, rock-hard meat as his dick slid in and out. When Kris leaned down and kissed him, his big tongue sliding into his mouth and wrestling with Seth’s, he blew his load.
The first of many.
Next, Kris lay on his back and ordered Seth to climb him. It truly did feel like scaling a mountain, as Seth pulled himself up on the inhumanly solid body. When he’d reached the apex of Kris’ chest, the bodybuilder extended his arms, forcing his cleavage even deeper. “You know what do do, babe!” Kris vigorously fucked the space between Kris’ pecs. When he thought things couldn’t get any better, Kris started bouncing the pecs rhythmically–and a muscular finger started circling Seth’s exposed hole.
When the thick digit slid into Seth’s twitching pucker, he lost it again, firing a massive load all over Kris’ face.
“Lick me clean, babe,” Kris said. Seth responded to Kris’ orders without hesitation now, eagerly lapping up the hot cum, excited for the extra contact with his gigantic man. When he got to Kris’ nipples, he sucked hard, nibbling gently, and Kris’ big cock blasted a geyser of cum all over the two of them… more for him to lick up!
“So… what was I like before?” Seth said after he kissed Kris, spitting a mouthful of his own load into his lover’s mouth before pulling away, a slimy tendril extending between their pursed lips.
“Bigger, like me, but the same,” Kris said with a smile, his eyelids heavy with the exhaustion of his powerful orgasm. “What was I like… y’know, before?”
Seth smiled. He nestled his head between Kris’ pecs and listened to the powerful heartbeat within. “Smaller, like me… but… the same…”
Seth somehow knew instinctively that Kris was going to want to go again soon–and then again–but he savored the peaceful post-coital bliss that wrapped around them like a warm blanket, enjoying the massive expanse of his lover’s new body, eager to find all the ways that were the same, and different, to the man he’d loved for years.
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Brandon Twice
Gah! “Hadron hardon” would have been a perfect title!
Anonymous
I can’t read the title of this without seeing “Hardon Theories”. I guess you’ve thoroughly conditioned me!
