boys, boners, and bulges

    💪🏻    ⸻    Thick  muscles  coiled  and  tightened  around  the  back  of  the  nerd's  wirey  neck,  not  out  of  dominance  nor  degradation,  but  instead  because  the  beefcake  was  a  complete  show  off.  Emmett  appreciated  the  difference  in  their  size,  the  way  he  forced  himself  to  stoop  low  to  approach  the  nerd's  height  or  how  his  biceps  were  almost  as  large  as  his  spectacle-adorned  brain  box.  There  were  an  obvious  lack  of  people  around  town  who  could  even  hope  to  approach  the  immense  size  and  heft  of  someone  like  Emmett;  the  only  ones  who  came  anywhere  close  were  all  out  on  the  preserve  pissing  on  fire  hydrants  and  sniffing  each  other's  assholes.

He  was  close  to  considering  dropping  to  his  knees  right  then  and  there  in  the  hallway,  stuffing  more  dork-schmeat  down  his  throat  before  poor  little  Benny  knew  what  was  even  happening.  But  he'd  already  been  warned  once,  twice  or  thrice  about  utilising  his  muscle,  speed  and  clear  lack  of  consciousness  to  toy  with  his  playthings  in  public  places. 

“Don't  sell  yourself  short,  little  buddy,”  Emmett  chortled,  squeezing  his  arm  that  little  bit  tighter.  One  sniff  and  he  was  close  to  rolling  his  eyes  in  pleasure  as  the  pheromones  wafting  off  of  Benny's  oversized  nerd-meat  were  beginning  to  awaken  under  Emmett's  personal-bubble  bursting  presence.  “From  where  I'm  standing  it  looks  like  you  got  plenty  on  offer.  Come  on,  let's  see  how  long  you  can  last  before  you  tap  out.” 

Emmett cocked his head aside in some degree of confusion that looked all too comfortable settling across his face. He had been under the impression that nerds were supposed to be smart, but this one seemed unaware of the subtleness of Emmett's sophisticated social approach. Fortunately for the newfound nerd, while Emmett could prove tenacious he was also as subtle as a brick. He lacked the patience to double down on leaving hints and clues all around the place like he was trying to coax out some private dick.

Not a word of permission was requested before Emmett was invading the nerd's private space, throwing one massively muscular arm over the scrawnier students shoulders. Pure beef coiled tight around the back of his neck, though the beefcake required little purchase in order to manhandle some weak ass human.

"Don't worry, it's none of that good stuff. I'm overdue for some cardio and I got the feeling you might be able to put me through my paces."

Alright, one more euphamism - as a treat.

The fact that Cullen hadn't mentioned anything of the sort was throwing him for his own loop. What the 'blood'sucker wanted from him had far more to do than his pelvic brain than his cranial brain.....though he was far less likely to figure that specific equation out. It wasn't like he had an adoring crowd of prospects waiting to get between his legs like the jocks and preps.

The sudden arm-corralling from the massive man made him freeze. Going from almost touch-starved to being surrounded by muscle and personal attention was certainly starting to make his yardstick twitch and come to life, unbeknownst to Benny himself as he was stuck trying to figure out how this was happening, why this was happening, and what Emmett's angle was.

Emmett held very little appreciation for quiet.

He had been sired into a coven filled with fellow bloodsuckers who all adored their brand of boredom; each having their own boring little hobby in their quiet little house. Emmett had hobbies he enjoyed too, but they were always far from quiet and often earned him admonishment from his father figure, mother figure and even his bashful brother blushing up a storm whenever he was being subjected to the lurid memories floating around in Emmett's otherwise empty head.

School was almost a reprieve from his mounting boredom. It helped that here he was never far from being surrounded by a bountiful field of succulent muscular morsels he could. . . feed on.

Pickings were proving a little slim with the basketball team at an away game - one Emmett couldn't attend due to the combination of an outside basketball court and a very optimistic weather forecast. But his favourite little morsels being absent didn't mean there wasn't a plenitude of other young men who could fill that growing void deep inside him. He had to just put those keen supernatural senses to use and find himself someone with promise. . .

"Hey. . . you. . ." Emmett did not know this guy's name and barely contained the amount of care to pretend he did. "You look like a big freaking nerd, want to come help me. . . I dunno. . . study? In the locker room?"

The guy was in the middle of a rather challenging logic puzzle when he was approached by Emmett, a guy you couldn't help but not notice. If it wasn't his general stature, it was his personality. "Thank you......" He didn't know whether that was supposed to be a compliment, a pejorative, or a descriptor. He knew he fell hard into the 'nerdy' stereotype, but he didn't think Emmett Cullen was the type to celebrate something like that.

"Study.......in the locker room? If you want someone to help with pull-ups or climbing the rope, I'm not the one for that. Sorry."

It was important that Archie remained humble. There is no doubt his physique had improved phenomenally over the summer break, but that didn't grant him an automatic placement on the football team. Archie knew that once the academic year started he would have to earn his place amongst his peers like everyone else - pushing his athletic form hard if he wanted to out-perform Reggie, Moose and even Chuck. All joking and exaggeration aside from either of them; there was a reason that Chuck was the captain of the team and even Archie knew it had nothing to do with his father being the coach. Not a trace of nepotism among the Bull Dogs - Archie could at least respect Chuck for that if nothing else.

Archie did crack a rebellious smile, bringing up a hand to card through his sweat-drenched hair while his gaze turned toward the open window. "I am going to make it on the team this year, Chuck. You just wait and see - you might be walking around in mediums a little while longer."

He didn't want to seem over-confident, but Archie couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth even as they threatened to be drowned beneath the other young man's boisterous laughter. Talking a big game seemed like an invitation for Archie to be torn down by his future team mates, but he new all his effort over the course of the summer would not be for naught.

"Big words. We'll see if you'll be able to keep up. If not, I'm sure the bleachers won't ne too sad about it." He wasn't completely counting the other out......he just wasn't wholly convinced of anything. You could have the best body in the world. It wouldn't mean shit if you didn't know how to catch a football or run a pass to the endzone.

"If you actually manage to make it on the team, I'll do you a solid and just give you all my shrunk jocks. They should fit you, right? For all I know, you might absorb some of my skill, Red."

Garfield could have melted down into the mattress when subjected to the teasing and torturous strokes of that hand firm around his ridiculous girth. He tried his best not to croak out a moan like a whore in heat - hardly bro behaviour - but it was a difficult thing to contain when his best friend was coaxing out dollop after sloppy dollop of thick, bubbling pre-nut from his fat cock head. There was no doubt he had gone and tapped into some of that scandalous shape-shifting down south - Garfield brought a more literal meaning when he claimed to be horse hung. Not that it was stopping Victor from manhandling his immense length with such casual ease.

The forced silence only broke once he was abandoned by his friend's tight grip. Hard not to pout when the head of his massive shaft landed on the floor beneath with a audible thud. Harder not to squirm when he felt teeth dig deep into the plush flesh of his cheeks. At least Victor only had himself to blame for the mess of pre-seed leaking out across the floor next to his bed - not like it was anywhere close to the first time he's been stuck dealing with an excess of Garfield's body fluids.

"Mans, control is so overrated," Garfield argued, peering over his shoulder to keep a close eye on his friend. He might also have tensed those full, swollen balls too. . . give his bestie a show of how he could make them bounce and jiggle over his massive ramming rod. "Aw, dudes. Don't make me wear the cock ring again. Maybe if I just nut a couple more times then I won't chub up so easy." The most obvious lie Garfield had ever told - having that immense stamina that rivalled the limitations of Victor's tech. "Probably just bust out of it again anyway."

While other might be intimidated or scared by the other's growing and shapeshifting cock, Vic only took it as more of a challenge. He knew the exact ways that his best bro liked to be handled. He wasn't afraid to get right down in the mud with him. He made sure his tugs were firm and strong. He wasn't worried about the mess this was making because he knew he was gonna make the other clean it up once all this was said and done. as much fun as they could have, cyborg wasn't ever gonna just leave a mess. that was just rude.

"what's wrong, beastie? studly cyborg got your balls?" the whine he managed to get out the other was just delicious. you already know he's recording that for his soundboard. the thud that was made when his cock hit the floor wasn't lost on him either. the titan knew how to grow a dick, that's for sure. if he didn't have his own personal collections of technologically enhanced members, he might be a little jealous. he was no small man before coming into this life but now? the door of kinky opportunity was blown off the hinges.

"remember how star told you you were a terrible liar? she wasn't kidding." if he went down that road, his room would be flooded by the next morning. he didn't want that. however, he did reach back between his legs to grab at those fat green orbs. gar wanted to show off? fair enough. "you aren't busting out of it this time. i made sure to double reinforce it this time and sync it to your dna. no matter what form you take, it'll grow with you."

as he was talking and going over the modifications he made, he was squeezing on those balls. squeezing. rolling between his fingers. thumbing into the sac. bouncing off his palm. he made sure they locked eyes as his hand began to vibrate and his grip tightened. "i'm sure you could handle just one night of self-control. you didn't huff down my underwear when i was in the shower. so i know you got it in you somewhere, right?"

A small and petty piece of the redhead almost wanted to push into an argument. To claim he was capable of hiking all the way back into town without any vehicular help - or dying of completely avoidable dehydration. Something about proving the lengths of his new-found physical fitness and capabilities to someone who has been outperforming him for so long. But while Archie knows he isn't the most intelligent in his friend group, he at least likes to believe he isn't so dumb that he'd talk himself out of a convenient ride from the middle of nowhere.

"Careful, Chuck," Archie smiled, darting his tongue out across his dried lips. Man, he can't help but wonder if it's rude to ask for a drink from Chuck's water bottle while they're busy razzing each other. "You know this could be the year the 'towel boy' comes and usurps your throne - as captain. Your captain throne."

Oh, yeah. Flawless razzing.

Not that Archie is the actual towel boy - he very much already has a place on the team he's not going to relinquish any time soon. He's also noticed having a place on the team has come with a lot more slaps to his chest. Barely a day has gone since he came back from summer break where he wasn't having a pec smacked or squeezed by one of the guys. Not that he minded... he really didn't mind. He was having serious trouble admitting to himself just how much he wasn't minding having his chest played with by Chuck... or Reggie... or Moose... or anyone on the team really. Just thinking about it was enough to turn his face the same shade of red as his mane of hair.

He heard what the other had to say in that moment, though, and he didn't turn his a head a single degree before bursting into laughter. "You wish, gingerbread. You'd be lucky to make it off the bench during a pickup game. I'm not Top Bulldog for no reason. If you wanna get mowed on the field and pinned on the mats, just let me know and we can set up a time." Just because his dad wasn't the coach didn't mean he was just given the Captain spot. It was a good thing that they were pretty much on a deserted road, otherwise Clayton would have to pull over from fear of laughing too hard and crashing.

"But it's a good thing you took on the Towel Boy title, though. Zack's been slipping, and my jocks have been shrinking and turning color. It's one thing to wear pink on the field. I look good in whatever. However, I can't play in a Medium when I need an XL. That's just too much."

⚬ ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ — Archie would not have been surprised if he had been left behind in the dust, watching the shape of the car getting smaller and smaller in the heat-hazed distance. Working with his old man out at the construction site had definitely left him looking a mess - his once crisp white tee clinging to his body due to the sheen of sweat he had been building up for the last few hours. But maybe he had gone and underestimate his fellow Bull Dog and captain even if he couldn't deny that this generous behaviour was close to surprising.

He could not help the large smile appearing across his face when he heard heard the good news. Not even the gym towel - already semi-damp with remnants of Chuck's work out - could wipe the grin off of his stupid face. Archie mopped the majority of the moisture from his face and hair before lifting up his shirt to quickly dry off his front and back.

"Thanks, Chuck. Dunno if I'd make it back to town without you," Archie sighed in relief, opening the car door and practically melting into the leather seating. He had to hold himself back from reaching out and touching the dashboard in front of him - wanting to appreciate such a fine vehicle. Instead he held himself back, folding the gym towel on his lap. "Your towel's kind of soaked, but I can wash it for you before tomorrow."

Archie just so happened to catch him on a good day. Any other time? He wouldn't even have looked over on the side of the road to see the red hair sticking out like a stop sign. He let his teammate get in, but he made sure to have the windows rolled down. Even if he did just come from his own workout, he didn't want to have the smell of the redhead's sweat and 'hard work' lingering in his nose.

"You definitely wouldn't." Like everyone else, though, he was shocked to hell and back when 'Archie got hot'. He never paid attention to him before but when he tried out for the football team? That definitely made him shift his gaze. Add into that the wrestling team, too? He was intrigued on more than a basic level. Either the nobody was trying to become a somebody....or he was trying to follow in Clayton's footsteps. Semi-admirable.

"Aw, that's sweet of you. I got my bag full of clothes back there for you to wash, too. I was gonna tackle it tonight, but thanks for stepping in, Towel Boy." He laughed and reached over to smack the other in the chest before roaring the engine and setting off toward town again.

⚬ ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ — Archie should have planned out his trek a little better. Walking from his dad's current construction site back to town wasn't exactly an easy feat and a bottle of water would have gone a long way to keeping him from becoming parched and exhausted beneath the summer sun. He'd been using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow before noticing a familiarly nice car driving up the road towards him, but he had no idea if he felt relieved or disappointed.

"Chuck. Man, it's good to see you out here," Archie admitted, leaning into the open passenger side window. He never having believed those words would ever been spoken. "Any chance you're heading back into town? I kinda overestimated myself and could really use the lift."

That's what he happened to be doing this time around. He was coming back from from one of the gyms in one of the more 'upscale' cities. Was it a bit of a drive to get there? Yes. Was it worth it? Each and every time. He was sat in a black and red muscletank, red shorts, and his music going. He wasn't surprised at all to see someone hitchiking out here, and he would have drove right past them if not for him seeing the shockingly red hair.

He stopped and heard the other's story. He definitely looked like he'd been in the heat all day. "Yeah, I'm headed back." He and Archie were on two teams together, him the Captain of the football team. What would it look like to leave a fellow Bulldog stranded out like this? He reached into the backseat and into his gym bag to get a small towel before tossing it to the other. "Dry yourself off. I don't want your sweat getting into my seatrs." He then pops the lock to let him in.

  Whether he intended to or not, Victor would definitely be feeling Garfield’s impressive cock sliding against his body now when he hoisted the green-skinned menace out of his bed. Not that Garfield minded. If anything he was bus beaming over how strong his friend was. Victor basically had a free pass to get as handsy as he wanted with Garfield since he had long ago earned the green hero’s trust.  “ Please. Dude, I’m spreading some wicked animal pheromones in here. Once you get a babe back here she is going to be all over you. And don’t worry… this pheromone can only enhance what’s already there. So I know you’ve got your hands all over me, but try not to be overcome by your raw lust for me. ”

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When it came to outright strength output, Cyborg was the strongest of the team. They each had their own special capabilities and that was one of his . He had to be hella strong to go up against the likes of Mammoth and Co. whenever they rear their ugly heads around Jump City. So, getting Beast Boy ‘by the scruff of the neck’ wasn’t anything to him. Yes, he was naked but he’d had to get him from surprisingly worse conditions before. He’d long gotten used to the other ‘animal pheromones’....but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play up the bit. He began to act all woozy and stumbly as he held the other up. “Uhhhnnnnn.....my head......i feel so lightheaded......” He stumbled back into one of his plush computer chairs and sat his green bro in his large lap. One arm went around and settled on his firm cheeks while the other hand wrapped itself tight around his teammate’s cock. “I think my circuits are overloading......” He ‘moaned’ out before starting to jack Beast Boy, tight and fast. He was looking right in his eyes as he played his role.