Übermenschen

[V.R.Goh]

This takes places during the epilogue of "Übermensch." I would recommend reading the aforementioned short story first before proceeding to this. Otherwise, this may not make sense. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated. Continuations are more so.
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"Help me save the world," said my muscular roommate, Franz. And so began Operation: Transhuman. Logically speaking, the first thing to do would be to find all of the blood banks and fertility clinics in the area. However, with a newly enhanced super-libido, I was not in the position to be thinking logically. Not only that, but one of the frats was having a party tonight. We decided that the blood banks and fertility clinics would be there in the morning and headed to the party.

We were quite a sight to behold that night on the way to the frat house. Here were two of the most beautiful, muscular, and shredded men that anyone has seen strolling down the street as if nothing was out of the ordinary. One of them (Franz) has dirty blond hair and hazel eyes with strong Germanic features and wore form-fitting blue jeans and a white button-down shirt that showed a hit of muscle cleavage. The other (me) showed prominent African-American features, with short black hair and chocolate brown eyes, and wore a bright red muscle shirt and black slacks. Both were as muscular as a man could possibly be without looking like an absolute freak. Yet, at the same time, they were more handsome than was ever thought possible for humans. Onlookers wore expressions of awe and disbelief. It did not seem at all feasible that such creatures could be mere mortals, but there we were. The feeling of all of those awe-struck faces put an extra spring in my step.

When we arrived at the party, the large house already throbbed the the beat of the music. I could just hear the other people enjoying themselves. It was incredible, and Franz experiences this on a daily basis. I turned to my German roommate and smiled a mischievous grin.

"Ready to have some fun?" I asked my new partner-in-crime.

"Of course, mein freund," he answered. "Time to show these people what we can do." With a bravado that startled even me, we entered the building.

When we became visible to the guy collecting the money, it felt like all eyes were on us. The gatekeeper let us in without needing to pay, giving us each a plastic cup. Most likely, this was to have beer in it, but we didn't need liquor for our plans. We took the cups and walked through the room, catching the gaze of all that were present. Conversations all around us were abruptly halted when we passed. Simply by walking through, we both owned the room.

[V.R.Goh]

Thought I'd adjust the story a bit, so *cough*.

[V.R.Goh]

As we scanned the room for potential test subjects, everyone in the room stared slack-jawed at the two muscular Adonises that, upon entering the building, captured all attention. I saw the amazement on their faces; they could not believe that someone as large, as muscular, and as handsome as we were could possibly exist among mere mortals. The proof of our existence, however, was staring them in the face.

It was an intoxicating feeling to be able to own a room by merely walking into it. It gave me such an ego boost that I almost didn't notice Franz tapping me on the shoulder. He drew my attention to a couple of young guys, barely 18 and wet behind the ears, looking us up and down. One was blond with bright blue eyes, while the other had raven-black hair and brown eyes.

"I think," said my German partner, "that we have found our first two subjects."

"I agree," I responded with a smile. "Let's begin, shall we?" With a smile and a nod, we approached the two freshmen. They looked like they were either peeing their pants or cumming in them. I tried to keep from smiling at their response as we stood in front of them.

"Guten Abend," said Franz in German. "Sind sie neu hier?" They had the same dumb look on their faces. Franz briefly turned red with embarrassment.

"Sorry," he said. "Sometimes, I forget my English."

"I-It's all right," answered the blond one. "I speak some German. Yeah, we're new here. We just started this semester. I'm Jake, and this is my roommate, Carlos."

"Uh, mucho gusto," said the dark-haired freshman, who looked like a bundle of nerves. I silently thanked my lucky stars that I learned Spanish.

"He said, 'nice to meet you,'" I said quickly to Franz. "Back at ya. I'm Kevin, and this is my roommate, Franz." The next few minutes were spent getting to know each other. Carlos has moved to the States from Aguascalientes, a town in Mexico. He's studying to be a Spanish teacher, while Jake is pre-law. They were both out of the closet as being gay; they even slept with each other one time, but they decided to remain friends. After about an hour of conversations, Franz signaled to me that we should begin changing them.

"Say, guys," I said to our new young friends, "how about we get better acquainted at our room?" Jake and Carlos quickly agreed. So, the four of us walked out of the party, likely leaving a number of broken hearts in our wake, and headed for Franz's and my dorm room.

A few minutes later, the four of us were naked and feeling hot. Franz and I were flexing our mega-manly muscles for our new fuck buddies while they jerked off. Before they could cum, we made our move.

"Not yet, mein freund," said Franz as he held Jake close. "We want to give you something special."

"What do you mean, special?" asked Carlos in accented English.

"Trust us," I said. "You'll both love it."

Seconds later, their lips were wrapped around our pulsating dicks. They moaned in bliss as they sucked the blood-engorged heads of our cocks. I held Carlos's head as he ministered to my member and thrust my hips in time with his ministrations. Our four respective moans gradually crescendoed into a chorus of grunts and wails as we came in their mouths. When the orgasms subsided, we pulled our fleshy swords out of their mouths and lay their unconscious bodies on our beds.

[V.R.Goh]

As Jake and Carlos lay asleep on our beds, Franz decided to go through the building in search of more willing partners for our project. I wanted to stay with our newest recruits and soon-to-be muscle gods, but Franz said I would be waiting for a couple of hours. Since I wasn't that patient, and I had to pee anyway, I decided to head to the communal bathroom in the hopes of getting lucky.

After emptying my bladder, I went to the sink to wash up. While there, I met up with Tyler, a slim kid who lived across the hall from me and Franz. He was of average height, with a handsome baby face and shoulder-length black hair. However, his slight build made him look like he should still be in high school. If he had more muscle, I thought, he would be positively striking.

Out of the blue, we struck up a conversation. We mostly talked about our hometowns, what we were studying, etc. Then, I decided to make the first move.

"I take it that you like what you see?" I said, knowing the answer.

"Was it that obvious?" Tyler asked, his cheeks blushing a bright crimson.

I nodded. "You could barely take your eyes off of my chest," I said, bouncing my pecs. Tyler blushed an even deeper shade of red.

"Yeah," he said, slightly embarrassed. "I've always wanted to be huge like you and your roommate, but I could never stick to an exercise plan."

"Why's that?" I asked. Almost got him, I thought.

"Well," he began, "every time I go into the gym, I see all of the guys with bigger muscles than me and I get discouraged. I try not to look like I'm staring, out of fear that they'll think I'm hitting on them. It's bad enough that most people back home hate gays. I don't want to be treated like that here."

"What if I told you," I asked as I began to reel him in, "that, by this time tomorrow, you'll be the muscle god getting the stares?"

"I'd say you were pulling my leg," he responded, "but I guess it couldn't hurt." Got him, I thought.

"Okay," I said with a smile. "Go into one of the toilet stalls. I'll go into the one on your left and give you a surprise." Tyler entered one toilet stall and closed the door, while I did the same to the one on his left. I tried to imagine what this young gay man would look like as a mega-muscular homo-god.

As soon as I locked my stall, I turned to my right and focused on my semi-hard cock which dangled between my knees. Within moments, it stood proudly erect at 18 inches of manmeat. Time to test that theory about increased muscle density, I thought.

"Better get on your knees for this one, Tyler," I said as I firmly grasped the top of the dividing wall. I positioned my ramrod against the wall and began to thrust into it. I grunted rhythmically with each thrust, making a dent that became deeper and deeper. The steel of the wall shrieked in protest, but was powerless against the onslaught from my inhumanly hard fuckpole. With a final definitive thrust of my hips, my mega-masculine mainmast punched its way through to the other side.

"Always wanted to get head through a glory hole," I said. "I just never thought I'd be able to make one like this." Tyler, however, was barely able to string together coherent thoughts, such was his level of amazement.

"Oh my God!" he finally managed to say. I then felt his lips wrap around my throbbing member. He then began to suck my cock as if he wanted to pull the cum out of me. I responded by thrusting in time with his oral ministrations. The force of his licking and sucking, combined with the massage-like feeling of my cock through the glory hole, felt like sexual heaven. We both began to moan in sync with each other, with his moaning muffled by the amount of dick in his mouth. Within moments, I was at the edge of climax.

"Hold on, Tyler," I said between moans, "because here I cum." I grunted even louder than while I was making the glory hole as I climaxed. I could feel the alabaster seed spraying from the end of my power-pole. Tyler's moaning, coupled with the white puddle I saw creeping under the dividing wall, told me that he came as well.

When my sexual climax ended, I felt Tyler's talented mouth release my member from their hold. The sound of his body colliding with the floor told me he passed out. With some maneuvering on my part, I managed to slide Tyler's unconscious form out of the stall. As I picked him up, the sensation of my bulging biceps and thick chest rippling under Tyler's light weight made me aroused. I learned that I liked the feeling I get from working my muscles. I carried Tyler into my room, feeling his bodyweight increased with each passing second. This kid is definitely gonna be hot, I thought.

[philat99]

Great! Thanks for another installment.
Mike

[V.R.Goh]

I laid Tyler on the floor next to my bed, where an unconscious Carlos lay, his body swelling with ultra-powerful muscles. Jake's sleeping form was making good progress as well, burgeoning with massive muscles that would soon attract more sex partners to his bed than he ever thought he could. As I walked out into the hallway to continue my search for sex, I heard the sounds of a hormone-charged commotion from the all-female hallway one floor up. Knowing that Franz was up there, I figured that he was having a good time. I was about to go down the hall for another round when one of the girls came onto my floor. She was clad in little more than a bright red bra and matching panties, which displayed her athletic physique and D-cup breasts.

"Hey," said the blond bombshell, "are you Franz's roommate, Kevin?"

"Yeah," I answered, puzzled. "Why do you ask?"

"Franz wanted me to tell you," she responded, "that he wanted you to join us upstairs. We're having a party and he said that it will really get going with the both of you." I then remembered what brought Franz up there in the first place: sex partners. I knew that this party would quickly turn into an orgy, if it hadn't already. Since I wanted to get some pussy anyway, I agreed to go with her. Before we went upstairs, I wrote a quick note to the sleeping soon-to-be beefcakes which read as follows:

"Jake, Carlos, Tyler,
By the time you read this, you should be really muscular, really hung, and really horny. You may also want some answers, which my roommate and I can provide. Join us upstairs for an orgy that is likely to be in progress as you read this. Franz or I will explain to you how you ended up this way and why.

Sincerely yours,
Kevin."

I taped the note to Jake's burgeoning pecs and accompanied my messenger to the party.

"I'm Lisa, by the way," she said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Lisa," I responded politely. "I take it you met Franz?"

"Man, did I ever!" she responded with a sigh. "That roommate of yours is a god! He's hotter than anyone I've ever met, not to mention those muscles! I could get lost staring at his abs alone. I've usually gone for good looks over muscles, but he's got both. And that cock, woof! Sex with him can ruin me for anyone else! Plus he's so strong, he held three of us at the same time on his shoulders." Obviously she was quite taken with him, as was every girl there by the sounds of things.

When Lisa and I got upstairs, it looked like a frenzy of naked girls trying to get to Franz. They were all surrounding him, hoping to either touch him, kiss him, or have him fuck them. In the center was Franz holding a double biceps pose and, sure enough, he had three girls on his shoulders. One was straddling his bull-like neck with two more were perched on either shoulder, their outside arms braced on the sharp peak of his bulging biceps. This must have been the overture to a major group fuck, and he wanted me to partake. What happened next confirmed my suspicions. Franz looked right at me and smiled a broad grin.

"Hey, Kevin!" he called, obviously excited. "Come, join in the fun! These girls were begging to meet you ever since I told them you were as big as me." Half of the crowd that surrounded Franz now approached me, quickly enveloping me in the center of the throng.

Seeing the position Franz was in, I decided that now would be as good a time as any to test my new strength. I dropped to one knee and instructed Lisa to sit on my shoulders. Since my shoulders were wide enough for two more, I directed two other girls, a brunette and a redhead, onto either side. Then, I had an idea. I told the brunette and the redhead to brace themselves on my traps and pulled two more girls, a raven-haired beauty and another blond. I stretched out my arms and told each one to have a seat on my upper arm. I flexed my biceps, feeling the girls rise on the force of my twin peaks of brawn, and told the girls on my biceps to brace themselves on my fists. When all passengers were seated, I told them to "hold on for the ride of your life."

I stood up in one quick motion, reveling in how little exertion it took to lift five women into the air. I could hear all of the girls around us gasping in awe at the superhuman strength I was exhibiting. They had never seen anyone as strong, as handsome, as muscular, or as hung as the two of us. When I stood up, I looked around for Franz, only to see him stand up with two girls on his bulging biceps.

"So," said the German-born superman, "do you like the gift I gave you, mein freund?"

"Absolutely," I responded with no small amount of excitement. "This is incredible. I mean, just last week, girls wouldn't give me the time of day in a clock shop. Now, I look like a sex god who can never strike out." Just then, one of the girls came into the hallway with a camera.

"Can we get a picture of this?" said the photographer, whose name, I later learned, was Sarah. Franz and I both agreed to the photo. Neither of us were the least bit tired, so I continued to support the girls on my arms and shoulders while Sarah took Franz's picture with all five girls. When they were finished, Franz let the ladies down gently as Sarah snapped a photo of me and the girls. She told us that she would email us copies of what I later termed our "Strongman shots."

After the Strongman shots, we began the main event (read: orgy). Since we were both permanently disease-free, we didn't need to worry about having enough condoms, for none were needed. The orgy happened in the rooms as well as the hallway. It happened with one girl as often as it did with several. The times that I was lucid were when I was between sex partners. It was during one of those moments when I saw Jake, Tyler, and Carlos walking on the floor where we were. I walked over to them, taking in their new size and looks.

Each one of them was a hundred times hotter than when I first laid eyes on them, with facial features that could shame numerous male models, muscles that were bigger and more ripped than ever thought possible, and a trio of cocks that would be the envy of every male porn star in existence. In short, these guys were the rough equivalent of me and Franz.

Obviously puzzled as to their newfound wealth of looks, muscles, and schlong, I explained to them about the scientific findings of Franz's father, the abilities it provided, and about Operation: Transhuman. All three agreed to be part of our little scheme to save the world from sickness. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa head downstairs. I managed to finish in time, because their concentration was surrendering to their near-tireless libido.

"You're welcome to join the orgy," I said, gesturing towards the other rooms. "We've managed to get to everybody, so this is just for fun." With that, the newly-transformed trio worked their way into the orgy.

I was just about to re-visit Sarah when Lisa came back with a throng of girls, likely from the first floor. These girls were naked as the day they were born and looked eager for some action. I forgot to mention about our four-floor dorm building. Floors one and four were all-female, while floors two and three were populated by men. These new girls heard the rumors from Lisa about "two mega-hot muscle gods from the third floor who give amazing sex" and wanted a piece of the action.

"Actually," I said, "it's five now, not two. Just look around and either Jake, Tyler, Carlos, or Franz will take care of you." I gestured to one random girl, a blond with huge tits and said, "You can have me right now." As the other girls passed me, I held her close and gave her a soul-searing kiss while I fingered her pussy. She moaned into my mouth as I caressed her organ. Lowering her to the floor, I eased my now-erect cock into her waiting vulva and began to thrust repeatedly.

The action of my first orgy continued at a frenetic pace for the rest of the night and well into the next morning. My four fellow muscle gods and I rarely went long without a sex partner. Sometimes, there were two or three of us in the room at the same time, though we didn't care. As long as we were fucking someone, we were oblivious to another person in the room. There was fellatio, cunnilingus, tit-fucks, and ass-fucks. Numerous positions were used, from the standard missionary and 69 to the standing version of each. I later found out that, while one of us was fucking, the other girls in the room who weren't getting reamed out by this or that muscle god were masturbating to the sight of our super-powerful bodies in action.

It was about eight in the morning when we finished. All of the girls were asleep, bathed in the afterglow of sex with five muscle gods. Since Jake and Carlos lived in another dorm building, they agreed to do the same in their building. Tyler would help me and Franz with the guys in our building. Jake and Carlos fashioned crude togas out of bedsheets and made their way to their building, where we knew an orgy would soon commence. Meanwhile, Tyler, Franz, and I would "get to know" the guys in our building.

By the time the moon rose that night, every male student in our dorm was fully transformed into a superhuman being of unimaginable size, strength, and sexual stamina. Informed of our plan and the steps to participate therein, we unleashed the newly made muscle gods onto the campus. I couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that, before long, everyone in our small college would carry the seed of a new beginning for all of humanity.

[markkus]

Wow, very very nice, keep going, that's really great !

[V.R.Goh]

That night, the entire campus was engulfed in a wave of sex. Whenever one of the übermenschen (Franz's term for us) would enter a dorm building, an all-out orgy was soon to follow. Within the hour, nearly every building that housed students had one of our guys inside, fucking someone into bliss.

Something that I found out that night was that, no matter what sexual orientation or gender the person was, they were immediately horny for my dick. Numerous pussies and asses were pounded by my ramrod. Every single one of my sex partners were screaming my name in seconds. I can't talk about the Saturday Night Fuckfest, as it's become known nowadays, without mentioning Sandra.

Sandra was, at the time, a pre-med with a promising future. Then, she told me, her hopes were dashed when she contracted HIV from her boyfriend. When I met her that night, she had just found out that her boyfriend had committed suicide and was about to do the same. When she heard about the rumors about an insanely hot muscle god on campus that could help, she hoped to find me. I remember that I was sitting in a chair in her room while we were talking, the bedsheet that I had made into a kilt wrapped around my rock-hard waist.

Immediately, she climbed onto my lap and started to kiss me. Our kisses worked up a frenzy that caused my cock to stir. In a sex-charged fury, she tore my makeshift kilt off and tossed it to the side, revealing my semi-tumescent fuckpole. Positioning her tight vagina over my rising member, she descended onto my throbbing organ. Sandra cooed with lust as I sank deep into her, caressing my rippling pectorals.

"Oh, Kevin," she moaned breathlessly, "you're such a man. So hot, so strong, so big. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before." In the state I was in, I was hardly up to refusing such a request.

"Alright," I said with bravado. "Get ready, 'cause I'm gonna fuck to into paradise." I sucked on her neck while fondling her ample breasts. She bucked up and down on my pole while feeling my wide shoulders. Flexing my right arm, I let her feel the hardness of my peaked biceps.

"God, your arms are so strong," she sighed. "I've always been into musclemen, but you're a muscle god." I wrapped my left arm around her waist and told her to hold on to me. In one motion, I stood up with her in arm as she locked her legs around my waist. She felt as light as a feather, and I was only holding her in one muscular arm. I reminded myself to test my new found strength the next day.

As I stood with her in a standing missionary, I bucked my hips, thrusting my blood-engorged dick in and out of her. Her moans quickly became shouts of blissful lust that carried to the next room. I quickened, then slowed my pace as I prepared to move to the floor.

Slowly, I kneeled down, my cock still embedded in her twat. Lowering her to the floor in a standard missionary, I resumed the piston-fuck. Building up momentum made her shout even louder. I could tell that she was ready to cum. Her hands flew from one of my powerful muscles to the next, praising how large and hard they were. She called me her "muscle angel" just before she passed the threshold. At the same time, I willed myself to cum just as she did. Her scream of passion was drowned out by my primal roar as we both came together.

As she slept, the metamorphosis began. While she was changing, I continued my romp through the dorm, fucking well into the next day.

[V.R.Goh]

Sunday morning found me in the hallway of a random dorm, surrounded by numerous sex partners of both genders. All of them were exhausted from sex, but very satisfied. All of them were also in various stages of transformation. After leaving them a note on the situation, I re-donned my makeshift kilt and headed back to my dorm for a shower.

As I walked back, I saw signs that last night's Fuckfest was still in progress. One or two couples were vocalizing their orgiastic pleasure, while more than a few cars had steam-covered windows. Some cars were even rocking, so I didn't go a-knocking. Instead, I continued on my way, distracted only by a black sedan that parked right next to my building.

When the car stopped and the door opened, I recognized the driver immediately, it was Shane, the guy who lived across the hall from me. Shane is an English major who lives in town. He must have gone home for the weekend and just came home now. That would explain why I didn't see him last night or the night before. He's probably the only student on campus who didn't meet (read: get fucked by) one of the übermenschen. I decided to handle this personally. I changed course to intercept him.

"Hey, Shane!" I called out to him. He turned to identify the person who called his name, only to be taken aback by the massive muscle beast approaching. Shane isn't a very big guy. In fact, at 5'9" tall and weighing in at about 145 pounds, he seems pretty average. His wealth of jet-black hair cascades down his shoulders. Aside from that, he has an average swimmer's build. This makes me all the more curious as to what he'll look like after I get through with him.

"Kevin?" he said incredulously. "Is that you?"

"In the flesh, buddy," I responded with a bright smile and a quick bounce of my copious pecs. "There just happens to be a lot more flesh. What do you think?"

"I-I-I-I'm speechless," he stammered.

"You, speechless?" I teased. "Alert the media." Shane always had something to say, and was not afraid to speak his mind.

"Very funny, smart ass," he retorted. "But, seriously, WOW! You look impossibly hot. How-"

"How did I get this big?" I said, finishing his thought. "Remember that new roommate I got? The German guy?" Shane nodded.

I then proceeded to tell him about Franz, his father's work and its results, the plan to eliminate disease around the world, and the head start we got from the two orgies. Shane listened with eager intent, although I had to draw his attention back to my face and away from my pecs. Of course, the fact that I kept subconsciously flexing didn't help any. When I finished, I got ready to ask him to join in the efforts, but the look on his face gave me his answer.

"Dude, you've gotta let me in on this," he said excitedly.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Bear in mind that I will have to fuck you. If you want, I can jerk off into a cup and you can drink it that way."

"I'd rather get it from the source," he responded lustfully. "I'm gay, so having another man's dick up my ass is not a problem. Before I do, though, just how strong are you?" To demonstrate my strength, I walked over to his car and stood behind it. With a firm grip, I easily lifted the back wheels off of the ground. If Shane's jaw wasn't wide open by now, then it practically hit the floor when I proceeded to bring the rest of the car into the air. Balancing the car with my left hand, I flexed my right arm in a massive split-peak bicep that rivaled most morphed pictures.

"How's that for strong?" I said with a grin.

[V.R.Goh]

In hindsight, I think Shane would have sucked my dick right then and there if it weren't for the security guards. So, we discreetly went up to his room. The whole way, Shane couldn't stop caressing my arms. You can't really blame him, since he's never seen a massively muscular god among men hold his car in the air one-handed with no visible effort.

When we got to his room, Shane didn't even bother to close the door. Since I transformed his roommate, his (the roommate's) absence did not surprise me. He was likely doing what the other übermenschen were up to last night: fucking the brains out of this or that student. His adoration drifted from my bulging biceps to my wider-than-a-linebacker's-pads delts.

"My God," he moaned. "You're not just a god among men. You're a god among ants. These massive arms that lifted my car without so much as a visible sign of effort just attest to the fact that you are strength, power, and beauty all rolled into one gorgeously beyond-beefy package. I could spend hours singing the praises of your Herculean biceps alone. You are, like, Superman, Hercules, and Adonis all rolled into one, only ten times that." Did I mention that his favorite subject is classical literature?

"Thanks for the compliment, Shanespeare," I said with a smile, calling him by the nickname I gave him when we met. His hands drifted down to my deep chest. For each body part he touched, he voiced his lust for them. Whether it was my "shoulders that could put a linebacker to shame," my "godlike, steel-crushing chest that was the envy of musclemen everywhere," my "divinely powerful legs that could easily shame giant sequoias," or my "adamantine abs that could take a bullet at high speed without so much as a smudge," Shane was obviously hot for what he's referred to as a "heaven-sent demigod that, with his very presence, displays how laughingly superior he is to all mortal men." I then decided that it's time for him to become that kind of guy that he described.

"Ready to ride this god's rocket to the stars?" I asked him with no small amount of bravado.

"Yes, oh God, yes," he pleaded, dropping to his knees. "I want to feel your sexual power take me to the heavens and set me among the stars. Show me what it means to be fucked by a god!" He certainly has a way with words, don't you think? I unwrapped my "kilt" and tossed it to the side.

"Then, come on, Shane," I said to the soon-to-be übermensch. "Time to see the weather on Jupiter and Mars." He practically ran towards me, his hungry eyes on my soft super-salami. I could have flodded his eager mouth with my metamorphosing seed, but I decided to make him work for it.

Shane eagerly ministered to my dick, sucking on the mushroom-like corona and licking the shaft. Fondling my balls, he obviously wanted to taste their contents. Within moments, my cock, which makes many hard dicks look small while still flaccid, swelled with blood to its ultimate size. Shane sighed with pleasure as he continued to suckle on the head like a baby would on a bottle of milk.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," I moaned breathlessly. "That's the way you suck a cock. Grab onto my ass, 'cause here 'cums' your reward." He clenched his hands tightly onto my glutes and braced for the spray. With force of will and Shane's expert cocksucking, I soon reached climax. With a roar, I threw my arms back as I came.

It didn't take long for Shane to be filled with my seed. In fact, he couldn't swallow fast enough, as a little came dribbling down his chin. After my ramrod ceased its spray, Shane licked up the little bit of spoo from his lips and smiled.

"So beautiful," he babbled. "A god of sex and muscle and strength and beauty has blessed me with his transformative juices. So hot, so strong." With that, he passed out, a smile fixed on his lips.

[V.R.Goh]

As Shane lay on his bed, his gradual transformation brought him ever closer to the mega-muscular paragon of pulchritude and power that would join the ranks of the übermenschen. I decided to stick around and watch his transformation. While he metamorphosed from mere mortal to sublimely superhuman, I sat back and recalled the events of the big Fuckfest.

There wasn't a single student that went more than five minutes without getting fucked, sucked, rimmed, blown, or otherwise being engaged in some sexual act. Honestly, if sex was like fire, then the whole school was an erotic inferno for that night. Everywhere you looked, there was a superhumanly sexy, massively muscular, impossibly irresistible man just waiting to fuck you into the stars and beyond. It seems like, whether the un-transformed individual was straight or gay, male or female, he or she was immediately attracted to the übermensch he or she faced. Once caught in this sexual spider's web, fucking soon commenced. The windows of numerous cars and rooms were fogged up from the heat of lust that night. One such mini-fuckfest that comes to mind was when I encountered Jake and Tyler entering a building of as-yet unchanged women.

"Kevin, my man," said Jake enthusiastically, "this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I mean, look at us! We're like fuckin' gods walking the earth. I've been fucking for two hours straight and I can still keep going."

"I know what you mean, dude," continued Tyler. "I pounded this one guy's ass in his room, only to fuck his roommate a minute later and every other guy on that floor. Twenty guys later and I'm still ready for more!"

"So, this means you like the 'gifts' Franz and I gave you?" I asked facetiously. Their response was an emphatic "Hell yeah!" That gave me an idea.

"In that case," I said with a smile on my face, "let's take on this building together. I didn't see one of our guys enter here yet, so it should be largely, if not completely, unaffected. I hope you guys don't mind that it's an all-girls dorm."

"Well," Tyler chimed in, "I've never done it with a girl before. I know what goes where from health class, and the motions are the same as sex with a guy, I think. But, as long as I'm fucking someone human, it's fine with me."

"Same with me," said Jake. "Male or female doesn't matter right now, so long as my dick's in some hole." With that, the three of us entered the building knowing that an orgy would soon follow.

My prediction turned out to absolutely true. Most of the girls were in the lobby of the building watching a movie. Once the movie went off and the lights came up, one of the girls made our presence aware with a sigh of lustful attraction. A few of them approached us, fondling our massive muscles and pulling us to the middle of the throng of women. I made a mental note that this attraction was more potent went an übermensch has worked up a sweat, since I had done so from what seemed like a marathon of fucking. Before long, I had two girls sucking on my quarter-sized nipples, two stroking my bulging biceps, and one kissing me with reckless abandon while astride my waist. Then, once I was allowed to speak, I told the girls that I wanted to "show you ladies what we can do with these bodies." Jake and Tyler were clueless as to what I meant, so I told them about the strongman shots that Franz and I performed. Two girls ran to get their cameras while I described the feat of strength to my fellow übermenschen.

When the two camerawomen returned, Jake, Tyler, and I positioned ourselves for the picture. We each chose five women and had them stand around us. Dropping to one knee, we instructed one to straddle our taurine necks, bracing herself on our heads, two on our wide-as-a-barn-door shoulders who had a hand on either side of our linebacker traps, and the remaining two perched on our bulging biceps, with one hand on our clenched fists. With a quick count to three, my fellow supermen and I stood up with ease, displaying our superhuman strength. Considering how turned on the girls were, it comes to no surprise that the photos were a bit shaky.

After a few of those pictures (everyone wanted a ride on the "beef-a-vator," as they called us), the sex began. Jake and Tyler proved to be quick studies in the art of hetero sex, as they managed to surprise me with a few creative moves. It took only a moment to have each girl screaming our names in pure sexual ecstasy. Within moments, all of the girls were unconscious and transforming, their sexual desires satisfied.

[V.R.Goh]

I spent much of that time replaying the memories of the Fuckfest over and over in my mind. The whole time, I was sporting a hard-on that could punch a hole through a steel wall (which it has). Seeing the monster between my thighs awakening again gave me an idea. I stood in front of the full-length mirror that is on the back of every door in the dorms and gazed at the sculpted perfection that I have become. By now, I have become used to seeing myself in the mirror. Before this point, however, I would have cum on sight of such a magnificent specimen of male hyper-muscular pulchritude. Picturing all of the sexual acts I engaged in since becoming an übermensch, I willed myself to full erection, with the goal being to cum without touching myself. Within moments, I felt my balls churning and knew that I was at the home stretch. With a twitch, my cock began to spurt forth like a squirt gun, coating part of the mirror with its sticky payload. I was brought back to reality when I heard Shane moaning behind me.

When I turned around, I saw that Operation: Transhuman had been very kind to Shane. He was now roughly as tall as me and covered in thick superstrong muscle. His cascading black hair, strong jawline, and Mr. Olympia-worthy physique reminded me of a young Conan the Barbarian. I knew that he was much stronger than he looked, but I could only assume that he knew the same. I did, after all, hold his entire car in the air with one hand a couple hours prior.

"How do you feel?" I asked the newly-minted übermensch.

"I feel incredible!" he exclaimed. "Something like this had only been part of a fantasy,but now that fantasy had been made reality by you. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up."

"It's no dream, buddy," I said with a smile.

"Wow, I mean, wow!" he continued. "I feel like I could bench press this building and then fuck every Marine on this planet! Is this how you felt when you changed?"

"Pretty much," I responded. "I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, as well, when I first transformed."

I was lucky that I ended the sentence, because Shane immediately jumped into my arms and kissed me pasisonately. The time for talking being over, I returned the kiss, knowing that this would escalate. We then proceeded to fuck for three hours straight, drifting from one sexual position to the next. I even showed him positions that were born the night of the Fuckfest, many of which take advantage of our superhuman physical prowess. One of them, called the Figurehead, involved my cock up the recipient's ass (or, in the case of female recipients, in her pussy) with him/her facing forward, his/her legs intertwined with mine. When I showed him the Figurehead, Shane was shocked and turned on by how I was, not only able to hold the position, but also use him to jerk me off. During the Fuckfest, I recalled, this was used to create what I call the Gateway to Min's Temple*. Basically, four guys make two Figureheads whlie two other people suck the suspended men's throbbing members. When I described this to Shane, he said that he "would like to try that sometime."

*Author's note: Min is an ancient Egyptian fertility god, usually depicted with an erect penis.

[V.R.Goh]

Author's note: Any similarities between the Greek organizations named here and actual Greek organizations are coincidental and not intended.
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A week later, every student from school was transformed. Every student, that is, except for the Greeks. The various fraternities and sororities on campus were all in their respective houses during the weekend of the Fuckfest, so the sexual inferno didn't even singe them. Most were likely either drunk or hung over to be involved in anything. Franz and I, along with the other übermenschen decided to fix that. This weekend, all of the Greeks were getting together for a toga party at the Mu Sigma Gamma fraternity house, the largest on Greek row. Independents (i.e. people who are not members of a fraternity or sorority) were invited to come, but it was not likely that any would go. Franz and I invited Jake, Carlos, and Shane to what we called "an Athenian holiday." All five of us knew that, shortly after arriving to the toga party, it would really become bacchanalian.

The Mu Sigma Gamma house was at a prominent place on Greek Row, a cul-de-sac of fraternity and sorority houses close to the campus. Even halfway down Greek Row, one can not help but see it. Each house had their respective organizations's Greek letters above or on the door, and Mu Sigma Gamma was no exception. Even now as we approached the house where the toga party was to be held, we could hear the sounds of a frat party. It was like any party the Mu Sigs threw: a bacchanalia were the beer practically flowed like water and each reveler was either flirting with someone of the opposite sex or sealing the proverbial deal. Since every Greek was at the toga party, no one noticed five muscle gods, each the size of Craig Golias and half again as thick, strutting down Greek Row like they were more alpha than any alpha male. Each of us were clad in nothing but a white toga and flip-flops, looking for all the world like we stepped down from Mount Olympus to grace these mortals with our power and beauty.

The front door to the Mu Sig house was open, and I could see one of their brothers sitting on a stool, likely collecting money for the cover charge. They usually charged about $5 per person for their parties, but neither of us brought any money. Fortunately, Franz had a plan.

"Since we plan on fucking everyone here anyway," he said with a smile, "let's start with the guy at the door. I'll take him, and you fellas start inside." We all agreed, since Franz knew how to turn on the mysterious, yet irresistible, charm that we all possess better than the rest of us. We walked up to the front door, Franz in the lead, ready for a wild night. When the doorman saw us, his jaw dropped and his shorts tented.

"F-f-f-five," he began, "so...... hot...." This will be a walk in the park, I thought as Franz made his move. As my German-born roommate worked on seducing the doorman, we made our way into the party, confident that they would be transformed by this time tomorrow.

[V.R.Goh]

Franz's new playmate was so enthralled by the god-like being in his presence, he didn't notice my roommate closing the door behind us. As we entered the Mu Sig house, the atmosphere of a party was heavy in the air. The music pumped throughout the building, while people were all around us, either dancing or making out. Every Greek-lettered organization was represented at this affair; I smiled with the knowledge that, before the night was over, we would all fuck them into heights of sexual bliss few have attained.

We maneuvered our way into the corners of the room, made easier by the fact that people began to move out of the way like Moses parting the Red Sea. Jaws were slack in awe that beings as attractive, muscular, hung, and sexy as us could exist as mere flesh and blood. The music abruptly stopped as even the DJ was enraptured by our presence. Some seemed to be jerking off through their togas, while others nearly melted in lust. The crowd divided into four clumps, each one making their way toward one of us. The groups seemed to contain both genders. Some of the guys were staunch heterosexuals; my experiences have shown that even straight guys have gone gay for us, so this was no surprise. One young Mu Sig, likely one that was still a neo, approached me with reverence and submission in his eyes. (Author's note: Among Greek-lettered organizations, a neophyte, or neo, is someone who was initiated within the last year.)

"May we worship you?" was all that he said.

"Of course you may," I responded before I dropped my toga of my shoulder. Since the part on my shoulder was the only thing keeping it aloft, the entire thing fluttered to the ground. I slipped my feet out of both sandals and toga before kicking the pile to one side. The throng of worshippers came rushing at me, caressing every part of my thickly-muscled physique. Praises were said for my body, while I reveled in the attention. I raised my arms in a double-biceps pose, bringing my twin peaks into bold relief. Sighs of adoration sounded from half the crowd, while some seemed close to orgasm already. Considering how cum-inducingly hot I was, I wasn't surprised. Suddenly, the first sounds of sex-fueled bliss came from my crowd of worshippers.

"Aaah, yes! Oh God, you are a god among men! God, fuck me raw, daddy!" shouted one eager sorority girl. She rushed at me, horny as a bitch in heat and more eager than a kid at a candy store. Jumping into my muscular arms, she locked lips with me as soon as I caught her. I held her in mid air while I positioned my erect cock over her waiting clit. With slow yet deliberate movements, I entered her pussy, her moans of delight setting off a chain reaction. Everyone started masturbating to the sight of a muscle god fucking his worshipper. I slowly started plowing into her pussy, building up speed as I continued.

"Oh, yes, that's it, daddy!" she cooed in lust. "Yes, pound that pussy,-- um, what's your name?"

"Kevin," I responded as I massaged the back of her neck.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned lustfully. "Oh, yeah, Kevin! Fuck me, daddy, I'm yours. Whenever you want me, Kevin, just take me!" I picked up speed, eager to cum and to be cummed on. Most of the people around me were in the throes of orgasm or on their way there. As good as they felt at that moment, I was determined to make sex with me feel a thousand times better. I could here the sorority girl going over the edge, screaming as she neared orgasm.

"Oh, yes, daddy! That's it!" she screamed. "Oh Kevin, you sex god, you're making me cum! AAAH! AAAH! AAAAHH!!!" In a quick spasm, she came numerous times as I continued pounding, nearing my own orgasm. In the midst of her spurts of woman-juice, I came into her, spraying her insides with my transformative sperm. After a minute, she passed out. I slipped my still-hard dick out of her, eager for more.

"So," I said with no small amount of bravado, "who wants to ride this god's cock next?"

[markkus]

Great great story from V.R.Goh...as usual ! Thanks for all this work mate

[V.R.Goh]

Were it not for my superhuman strength, the mad rush of worshippers to my throbbing god-cock would have knocked me to the floor. My entire crowd of devotees crowded around me, eager to show their adoration for my body. I felt numerous hands stroking my shelf-like pecs, while other hands traced the contours of my eight-pack abs. I could feel a couple of mouths kissing and licking my thick arms, while both hands and mouths alike adored my tree trunk legs. If this is a dream, I thought, I never want to wake up.

Still horny and more than ready to fuck everyone in the room, I grabbed the next worshipper, a buxom blonde with a body like a stripper and a hot pair of DD tits. We kissed with lustful abandon as she caressed my pecs. Half of the crowd has temporarily resigned themselves to jerking off to the god in their presence pleasuring a mere mortal; they knew that they would get a chance to ride my cock soon. She kissed her way down along my body, sucking on my nipples like baby on a bottle. Her tongue ran a slalom along my torso, licking each adamantine brick of my eight-pack. Finally, she wrapped her lips around my crimson member and began to suck and lick it.

"Oh, Kevin," she said with passion, "I wanna feel that cock between my tits." I've always wanted to do that, I thought as she lay down on the floor. Positioned the mushroom head at her sternum, I slid my throbbing dick into her cleavage. She pressed her breasts together with her hands as she moaned with pleasure. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice speaking in a German accent.

"Is there room for one more, mein freund?" said Hanz. He must have finished with his new playmate.

"By all means, Franz," I responded as I continued fucking the sorority girl's tits. Her moans of pleasure became cries of lust as Franz entered her right behind me. I could feel Franz picking up speed, seemingly eager to cum. In response, I picked up the pace. The girl beneath me was screaming in pure sexual bliss, praising the "gods of sex and manliness" fucking her into paradise.

Then, without warning, she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. She turned over onto her stomach, putting her legs beneath Franz's bulging arms. Tilting her head back, she took my entire cock into her mouth. Although I was surprised that she deep-throated me, I was still eager to cum. I grabbed her head and fucked her face at the same pace. After a few minutes, I could feel her spasming in orgasm. During her biological expression of sexual satisfaction, Franz and I grunted as we came, almost simultaneously. After our three orgasms ceased, we slid out of her unconscious body. The floor was getting sticky with all of the cum around us.

The night continued at the same pace. Each of us grabbed a willing worshipper and began pleasuring them. At first, our partners were simply feeling our vastly superior physiques and powerful tools of sexual conquest. The worshipping quickly turned to sex as our dicks rarely went more than five minutes without being inside of an ass, a pussy, or a mouth. Sometimes, we would share the same person. One would be pounding away at a girl's pussy while the other would reaming her ass or getting sucked off. If it was a guy, one of us would be pounding his prostate while the other gets sucked like a vacuum. The whole time, the worshippers we haven't fucked yet would be caressing our muscles or jerking off and shouting praises for us. It was like the Fuckfest in microcosm. Eventually, the last few worshippers would be thoroughly satisfied and sleeping through their transformations.

[V.R.Goh]

It was shortly before sunrise, and we had just finished fucking everyone that was at the Mu Sigma Gamma Greek unity toga party. Everyone, that is, except Mu Sig's pledges. According to one of my worshipers, who was a Mu Sig, their pledges were camping out in the backyard. He figured that they would be asleep by now, but I guessed that the sounds from the party might have kept them awake. While the Greeks inside slept through their transformation, we decided to give the pledges our own initiation.

When we got in the backyard, the first thing we saw were five tents arranged in a circle. At the center was a makeshift firepit made from large rocks. One of the pledges was still awake, staring up at the sky. I could tell that he was a million miles away, pondering some unknown thoughts. I cleared my throat to announce our presence.

You could have knocked him over with a feather when he saw us. One look at the five muscle gods standing in the yard and he nearly creamed his pants. Judging by the sixth tent forming in his shorts, he was very aroused by what he saw. I'm really loving being an übermensch, I thought as he slowly approached us.

"How's it goin'?" I said to the nervous young pledge.

"A-are you o-one of th-th-the brothers?" He finally stammered out. I put my arm around his narrow shoulders.

"No, but we would like you to join us," I responded. "The other Mu Sigs have already agreed to help us out. You obviously like what you see."

"Dear God, yes," he enthusiastically said.

"Why don't you call out your pledge brothers? I'm sure they would like to meet my friends." I asked him. I already knew that he would.

"G-guys?" he shouted back towards the tents, "come here. There's a few people you should meet."

"By the way," I said as I pulled him to the side, "I'm Kevin."

"I'm Max," he responded. "God, I want to worship you."

"Go right ahead," I said as I held my arms out. Max couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. Within a few moments, he was stripped down to a black and silver thong. I could see his average-sized cock peeking out from under the fabric. His hands found my massive biceps. A gasp escaped from his mouth when he realized that both of his hands combined couldn't match the circumference of my upper arms. When he saw my expansive pecs, he started sucking on my nipple like a baby would on a bottle. I held him like a small child as he suckled on my man-tit.

"Oh, Kevin," he said as he finally pried himself off of my chest, "I've always wanted to have big muscles. If I had even half your size, I could die a happy man."

"What would you say if I told you that I could give them to you just by letting me fuck you?" I asked brazenly. His jaw nearly hit the floor, likely because I accompanied my question with a sudden flex of my right biceps.

"Fuck me," he said incredulously. "Fuck me now, Kevin."

"Thought you'd never ask," I responded before I slipped him out of the thong he wore. I hoisted him into the air and, in a quick motion, inserted my near-perpetually hard member into his virgin ass. He gasped in pleasure as he felt me enter him, the pleasure beginning to wash over him like a rising tide. I thrust my dick into and out of his hole repeatedly, first at a slow tempo, then gradually speeding up. His groans of pleasure soon became shouts of pure sexual bliss. I could feel him shudder beneath me as he came, shouting in delight at the waves of pleasure that washed over him. During his orgasm, he shouted his praises for me, calling me "the quintessence of manhood" and "a god of masculinity made flesh."

"Get ready, Max," I said before the throes of passion consumed me as well, "'cause here I cum." I threw my head back and, with a lust-filled shout, I came into my partner. I could hear him groaning in lust and screaming my name as I emptied my seed into his ass. After a minute of giving him what I have come to call the ultimate protein shot, he passed out. I slipped my dick out of him and watched as his transformation began.

[V.R.Goh]

I can't believe it's been a year since Project: Transhuman started. In the first couple of weekends, we managed to transform every student on campus. Afterwards, we moved on to some of the locals. More often than not, it would be some twenty-something who was working nearby or a person who was either single or divorced. As per the original plan, we would donate a pint of blood at the local blood banks and the guys would donate sperm at the local sperm banks. Eventually, half the town was changed into the ultimate genetic expression of themselves.

When the second year of college came around, Franz and I decided that, while we would continue as friends and fellow übermenschen, we would get new roommates. Franz had insisted with the Residence Life people that we get freshman roommates. This kind of influence was easy, since the director was sexually attracted to Franz and was plied with the promise of "an incredible night of sex." So, when we got the names of the new meat, I was practically hard with excitement.

Since returning students moved in before their freshman roommates, I set up my stuff first. After that was done, I took a walk around campus. Nathan Hung, my new roommate, would be arriving that afternoon. While I was out and giving Nathan some time to get adjusted to being in the dorms, I visited (read as "fucked") some of the other übermenschen. The transformative properties of the Überjuice only affects people once, so any future sex acts between übermenschen are only for the original purposes: procreation or recreation. By about 5:00, I decided to head back and give my roomie the shock of a lifetime.

As I approached my room, I saw the door halfway open. The sounds of classical piano (a playlist of Chopin's preludes, I later found out) floated through the hallway like a feather on a spring breeze. It had a calming effect on me as I approached the room where we would be living for the next year. As I entered, I saw him. He was not too tall; I would have to guess his height at about 5'6". He was very slim, almost skinny for his age. I almost thought he was 15 instead of 18. He didn't notice me yet, as his back was to me. As he finished making his bed, I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"You must be Nathan," I said as he turned around. "I'm Kevin. Looks like we'll be roommates." His jaw all but hit the floor when he saw me. With one look at my massively muscular form, he was mesmerized. A sizable bulge quickly developed in his shorts. Noticing the apparent size of his cock, I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, so much for the stereotypical small-dicked Chinese kid," I quipped. "That's some impressive package."

"H-h-holy shit," he managed to whisper. I was starting to love that reaction from people.

"I get that a lot," I said with a smile. "Let me guess as to how you're feeling right now. You're completely floored that someone can possibly be as big as me, as muscular as me, as ripped as me, and as unbelievably good-looking as me, right?"

"Y-y-yeah," he said weakly. The color seemed to drain from his face and into his nether regions.

"You're finding it hard to concentrate," I continued, "because most of your blood is rushing to your dick and exciting your libido, right?"

"Y-y-yeah," he repeated.

"If you want to jerk off, I would recommend it," I suggested. "Otherwise, you'll pass out from lack of blood to the brain. Don't worry about closing the door; it's not anything new around here. We're kind of free-spirited here." Nathan immediately dropped his pants and started jerking off. During that time, he started verbally worshiping me.

"Oh, God, Kevin," he moaned as he masturbated, "you're a god in flesh. I've never seen anyone so beautiful. Oh God, I wanna cum for you so bad. Please, daddy, flex for me." Happily, I obliged. Since I wasn't wearing a shirt anyway, I simply started displaying my goods for him to drink in. Three poses later, Nathan was cumming all over himself while calling me his "muscle roomie daddy." This is going to be a fun year, I thought.

[V.R.Goh]

"So," I said to Nathan after he cleaned himself off, "I take it that you like what you saw."

"You better believe it," he responded emphatically. "I may be bi, but there's just something about a big, muscular guy that makes me seem like a total size queen. I've always found musclemen to be hot, and you are positively smokin'. I mean, God, it must have you constantly boned being that huge."

"I can't lie," I said with a smile. "It is pretty nice being this big. Oh, who am I kidding? It's fuckin' amazing! Flexing my biceps alone has me hard. I've even made myself cum by just flexing in front of a mirror a few times."

"You're about to have me cum again just from that," he responded. "Can I touch you while you flex?"

"Go right ahead," I said as I hit a front double bicep. Nathan approached me and, with eager hands and thirsty eyes, started feeling my bulging arms. His hands roamed from my forearms to my shoulders and back again.

"Goddamn, Kevin!" he exclaimed. "Your arms are bigger than my legs. Talk about a gun show."

"Shit, I should register these with the NRA," I quipped. "If you think the armory is smokin', check out this treasure chest." On the word "treasure," I brought my hands together at my navel and tightened my pecs. Nathan's hands explored the expanse of my chest and moaned.

"Oh, fuck yeah, muscle daddy," he said passionately. "Love that fuckin' chest. Those fuckin' Howitzer-dwarfin' arms could beat an army, especially with those cannonball delts."

I continued to hit pose after pose, reveling in Nathan's praises with each one. Whether it was adoration for my "bulletproof abs," my "tree trunk legs," my "eagle's wings," or my "amazin' ass," Nathan was in kratolagnia heaven. Then, he said the words that I had waited to hear.

"Kevin, I've never met anyone as hot as you," he said. "I wish I could look like you." Showtime, I thought.

"What if I told you," I began, "that I could make you just like me by fuckin' you?"

"I'd say you were getting too into the whole 'muscle god' routine," he said.

"I'm serious," I responded. "I've done this tons of times before. How do you think every one else on campus is so hot?" Nathan raised an eyebrow.

"Well," he said hesitantly, "all right. I'm not expecting any miracles, but let's get it on."

With that, I pulled him close and gave him a soul-searing kiss. He returned the kiss with much fervor and, in sexual abandon, we nearly ripped our clothes off. As Nathan suckled on my right nipple, I all but tore my pants off. I could have actually done it, but I wanted them to last. After we were naked, I hoisted him into the air and impaled his ass with my erect pecker. We hit numerous positions, continuing the piston-fuck for an hour. I couldn't begin the number of times that my new roomie came. Finally, in a moment of sexual bliss, I approached my peak.

"Oh God, Kevin," Nathan shouted. "you are such a sex master. I'm cummin' again."

"I'm right there with you, bro. Here I cum. Fuck yeah, FUCKIN' FUCK YEAH!"

We both came at once, swimming in sex. Everyone around us was either hard or cumming by then. I tend to have that effect on people. After our synchronized ejaculation, Nathan passed out from exhaustion, and I watched as the Überjuice took its effect.