((The characters in my stories aren't particularly smart when it comes to preventing the spread of STDs. but you should be! Wear condoms, people!))
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Two days after the shocking and impromptu hookup with Lorenzo in the gym shower room, my cock measured in at 5 and 7/8 inches during my morning measurement. Not only that, but I had begun to notice a bit of added girth to my shaft as well. For the first time in my life, when I looked down into my lap, I didn't see a tiny baby dick. Through the years, I had done my share of research on the subject, and I could say with a good degree of scientific certainty, that my penis was finally within the range of what could be considered 'average' in size.
Granted, nobody would yet be able to look at me and say "Wow, you're so big," with a straight face, but I also could finally feel relatively certain that they wouldn't burst into a fit of laughter at the sight of me with my pants off.
Over the past few days, I had shut myself away in self-imposed isolation. I was still two days away from my first scheduled shift back at the grocery store, and was still coming to terms with what I had willingly, in fact eagerly, done with a stranger in the locker room of the local gym where I usually worked out.
I had opted, instead, to exercise at home over the previous 48 hours. My days had consisted of that, vigorous masturbation, taking my dose of Little Red Pills as scheduled, and tearing through everything in the fridge and kitchen cupboards. Indeed, it seemed my rapid dick-growth required an increased diet and plenty of exercise. But hell, if sandwiches and cans of Spaghetti-Os, crunches and burpees were what it took to keep my cock growing, I'd do what I had to do.
I had to admit, though, I was starting to get a little stir-crazy. Not to mention some of the concerned looks I was getting from my mom. I also couldn't get the thought of Lorenzo out of my head. I was no longer ashamed at what I had done. I had quit trying to answer the question of whether or not it made me gay. All I knew, was that I had enjoyed it greatly, and that I craved more.
Acceptance aside, I still headed to the gym that evening convincing myself that it was just to work out. It was a different time of day than the last time, and there was no rule that said Renzo would be there every day. He didn't live at the gym. Yet I felt the disappointment in the pit of my stomach when I got there and didn't see him around anywhere.
I put him out of my mind and focused on my workout. I ran through sets at every machine imaginable, and was finishing up at the bench press when I felt a presence looming over me at the head of the bench, taking some of the weight off of the bar as they spotted me and helped guide it back onto the rack. I tilted my head further back until I was staring right into the crotch of someone's tightly fitted shorts. My eyes lingered on the bulge there for a second before traveling up the body it belonged to, to the face of Lorenzo. The Latin hunk smirked down at me.
"Hey, buddy. what's up next?"
For a moment, I was tongue-tied. clearly I had come here hoping to run into Renzo again, whether I wanted to admit it or not. Now here he was, crotch hanging over my face, and I couldn't even stammer out a response.
And then, something else took over.
"Actually, I'm getting pretty sweaty. I was gonna hit the showers." I replied, smirking back up at him.
And then I was climbing off of the bench and sauntering past him in the direction of the locker room.
"You coming?" I asked as I passed him. I couldn't tell you what I was thinking, or where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from. It was like my dick, and the Little Red Pills, were doing the talking and moving for me, without asking for my input.
Without glancing back to see if Renzo was indeed following me, I headed into the locker room, past a few other gym-goers changing in the locker area and into the shower area. I picked an open stall, stepped inside, and pulled my shirt off over my head without closing the curtain. I had no time to question what the Hell I was thinking or doing, as Renzo appeared and let himself into the stall with me. He tossed a small zippered bag down on the bench and pulled the curtain shut behind us.
We were at each other instantly. My hands continued moving of their own accord, tugging at his workout clothes and rubbing at muscles even as his own hands explored my bare midsection. I had him stripped to his yellow briefs with white trim before he knocked my hands aside and went for my shorts. A momentary panic went through me at the thought of him getting an unobstructed view of my dick. The panic was quickly overruled by my uncanny new confidence.
With a rough yank, Renzo had my shorts and underwear pulled off my hips and down at my ankles. Rather than bursting into laughter at the sight of my already hard cock, Renzo licked his lips and gave me a push backwards. Ankles tangled up in my shorts, I stumbled and plopped down into a sitting position on the small wooden bench behind me, my cock jutting up at attention in my lap.
"You ran off last time before I could return the favor," Renzo huffed out, falling to his knees on the tile between my splayed legs.
And then he was reaching out, grabbing hold of my cock as he leaned forward and engulfed my glans in his mouth, running his warm moist lips down my shaft. I stifled the urge to let out what would have been a much too loud moan of satisfaction from his oral attention. I quickly realized that he definitely knew what he was doing. The pleasure from his lips sucking and gliding around my head and down my shaft as he simultaneously stroked his hand upwards from my base was almost too much to handle. When he started adding an expert twist of his head each time he plunged downwards I found myself needing something to hold on to. I leaned back on the bench and brought my hands to either side of Renzo's head, gently tangling my fingers in his hair.
Renzo didn't skip a beat as he continued sucking and jerking me for all I was worth. At the same time he reached his free hand out and ran his palm upwards over my midriff and chest, stopping to kneed into my right peck before ever so lightly twisting on my nipple.
Lost in the pleasure, I absentmindedly ran my hands through the hair on the top of his head as I leaned my own head backwards against the wall of the stall and closed my eyes. I felt Renzo's hand leave my chest, and the other one leave the base of my shaft. They both came to rest on either of my legs, where he began gently rubbing and running his nails up and down my upper thighs.
I soon realized that without his grip on my shaft, as Renzo continued bobbing his head up and down in my lap, he was now gliding his lips further down my shaft. Yes, I had grown significantly since starting my Red Pill regimen, but my just-shy-of-6-inch cock was still small enough for Renzo to determinedly fully engulf. I felt his lips making their way to where shaft met balls, and his nose poking into my buzzed short pubic area. Each time he swallowed my length it was accompanied by a throaty gulping sound that sent a thrill through me.
His lips were wet, warm and tight around me. His pace quickened. He applied more massaging pressure with his fingers on my upper-thighs. The sensations were all becoming too much for me to handle. I began panting quick breaths through my mouth to match each time Lorenzo swallowed my pole. I couldn't stop my hips' instincts to want to hump upwards off the bench.
A glorious release was building in my groin and I couldn't find the breath to form the words to warn the hunk between my legs with my cock in his mouth. Was he oblivious to what he was about to make me do? Surely he could tell by the way I jerked and twitched and bucked my hips that I was about to blow. My fingers more tightly twisting into his hair had to be a sign. My breathy pants had acquired an involuntary "uhhn" noise from deep in my throat with each expelling of air.
I could no longer delay the inevitable. I was seconds away from release. As Renzo's head fervently bobbed up and down in my lap I was wracked by indecision. A shockingly selfish side of me wanted to push down on the top of Renzo's head and force him to swallow me down before I blew my load down his throat. The other half felt obligated to pull his head back off my cock before he unwittingly choked down my hot cum.
This was it. I couldn't hold it in any longer- actually felt it pumping up my shaft from deep in my balls even as Renzo sucked away on my cock. At the split second before eruption, I had a change of heart and frantically yanked backwards on Renzo's hair, pulling my cock from between his lips even as it started pumping. The first shot exploded wildly inches from his mouth and splattered his face. Somehow he had the presence of mind to reach out and grab my spasming cock, stroking out even more spouts of warm jizz that hit him, his fist, my thighs and abdomen.
I was left panting and momentarily paralyzed from the intense orgasm. Renzo swiped a forearm across his slicked mouth and chin as he stood from between my legs. I watched enraptured as he stripped his briefs off, semi-erect banana-curved cock bouncing free from it's cotton confines. He reached beside me and grabbed the little zippered pouch he'd brought in with him, and then grabbed my arm and dragged me up out of my lethargy on the bench. We stepped over the low tile lip that led into the actual shower area of the stall, and I watched Renzo's rippled body work as he turned his back to me to start up the shower.
His pouch contained an intoxicating smelling body wash that he squirted a blob of into my hands and his. We lathered up our palms and went to work rubbing the suds into each other's naked bodies.
