The Salt part 6 by rdyroger

[rdyroger]

The Salt part 6 by rdyroger copyright 2009 and all that legal stuff

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"What?" Trey has the most innocent look for a 6'7" tall ..well, teenager. Then he looked at me and winked.

I had created a monster.

So why did I have a big smile on my face?

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Part 6

So right then Joey Franco showed up. And when he showed up... my god, he was 6'10" tall... I was 6'5" and he was bigger than I was...! Not to mention the freak thing going on!

And when he looked at me, my heart melted. And then I felt guilty. Cause of Trey.

I looked at Trey. Trey looked at me. Joey looked at us. Greg was oblivious. Joey knew.

How he knew? He knew me.

He frowned. And then he shrugged it off and a smile returned to his face.

"Hey Loverboy."

"Hi Muscle Man!"

And that was it. I was forgiven... and it was as if it was all the other random dalliances. Joey smiled and me and "pretended" to yawn... and then he stretched. The sneak. Fortunately we were in the living room with the vaulted celings. His hands... his arms... stretched over his head... in a big Y. His t shirt pulled out of his pants and popped up his abs about 6 inches.

I think I went blind for a minute.

So we decided to show Joey a good time... he wanted to go swimming in the summer sun and who could blame him? We could have gone to Joey's house but I suggested the local pool. It was adjacent to the gay district, it was summer, we wanted to show off and Greg wanted to meet people. Besides it had olympic sized lanes, and a lunch counter and a juice bar and ... well, hot guys.

When we arrived, (I borrowed a bike from the next door neighbor lady for Greg- she said her husband would never miss it and he could use it for the whole time he was here!) we locked up the bikes, and walked in. I didn't expect the reaction we got. Which was everyone was absolutely silent. People eating stopped eating, people talking stopped talking, and ... well, we were the center of the stage.

After that broke we found some space on the cement and settled in. Some of our classmates were there. Trey had called Freddie so he should show up soon. And... well, we were quite the scenery. I was looking VERY good in my new red speedo, that Blanche had made. Trey wore a matching red pair (which only showed up how much huger his package was!), and I gave Greg a blue pair that Blanche had made for me. He looked damned good in them, with his hazel eyes and the bright blue swim briefs. They were racing trunks too, not square cut, so that only accentuated Greg's newly enhanced package with the low-hanging bulge.

He was older than I was but he looked like my little brother, more than Trey did, because of the fact he was an inch shorter than I was. This was a concern to me as Greg had told me that his father was 6'6" tall. And I was determined that Greg would be at least that tall when he went home. Heck, I wanted him to be 6'8" tall so he would have some real size advantage and security... wouldn't be pushed around at home any more or intimidated.

He'd told me that he was a waiter, part time, in Lincoln, wherever that was. I was pretty sure he'd be getting better tips too- since his package would be more near eye level for the patrons when I was done with him. He told me he had to pull his beautiful curls back into a lame pony tail to work. He was more than nicely muscled for a swimmer... or a medium weight bodybuilder to be fair, but I thought bigger arms and pecs would be helpful to his work too. I noticed his little treasure trail I saw the other day was a bit thicker, but it was only because his dark curly pubes were bigger! His chest was still smooth as were his abs... he did have a need to shave now, but that was just natural.... for him now. His nipples too seemed a bit bigger and ... ummm.. perkier, or maybe that was the breeze or the fact his pectorals were filling out his chest so nicely.

And his ass... luscious. A crime. There'd be a photo off his ass up in the post office with the other top ten FBI most wanted. HOT! Especially in that bright blue spandex racing trunk... and ... had I yet mentioned his incredibly kissable lips and his obviously thick cock? The girth was amazing, and he was soft.

Nevertheless, Joey Franco had my attention, the giant blonde 6'10" tall muscled man with the overstuffed package. I wanted to get him alone soon! But not until I had finished my hosting duties with Greg. Greg was a hit at the pool, if still a bit shy, but I saw some guys chatting him up... feeling up his biceps, and ... obviously wanting to feel up everything else. He was blushing but enjoying the attention. We did go swimming. I shot through the water very fast due to my enhanced muscle density, although I had to tread water to float, but then again, that wasn't a problem... anymore.

Joey... Joey, Joey.... like Hercules... astounding! and that golden tan flawless skin and all that Italian heritage stuffed into his green trunks! whew!

And Greg was an amazing swimmer, cutting through the water with his excellent form. He swam a quick 50 laps and almost leapt out of the pool at the end of it, he was barely winded and laughing! His curly hair held up under the wetness too, making him look like a Greek god statue!

Fred showed up and that was the end of Trey looking at anyone else. Fred... was so sexy hot. Muscled. Cute. Dark hair, dark eyes.... He tanned quickly too... which only showed off his muscles more. Did I mention all the huge hairy muscle packing his 6'3" frame and his cock which wrapped around the side of his hip? He wore black spandex stretch trunks, probably to try and hide his cock. Which might work, in a dark room, with all the lights turned off. Anyway, Trey had to stuff his long tongue which hung down past his chin back behind his teeth and behave. Yeah, he was having to grow up fast! Turned out that Fred had called Zeke, who arrived shortly after Fred.

Zeke was now 6'4" tall... and much more muscular. He was well on his way to being an NFL star if he wanted. If they had jockstraps that would fit him. He wore an overstuffed bright yellow swim trunk, which looked great against his dark chocolate skin. Which bulged everywhere with massive muscle. He was an inch taller than Fred, but he was not as incredibly thick as Fred. Or as hung.

Which seemed to bother him a bit, as he compared himself to Fred. Zeke didn't even try to compare himself to Joey. That was definitely a losing proposition.

That's when the perfectly average Samuel showed up. He was white and 5'8" tall, and neither muscled or thin, his hair was medium brown and he was average looking and the only things definite about him was that he was our friend and gay. I had my fanny pack with me... so I had some of the Salts.

This was a great opportunity... because I wanted a fresh willing test subject.

First thing Sam said was, " I hope you know that there's a rule against having an exclusive tall guys club at the High School."

We all laughed. It was okay. Sam joined us and he made a few comments about our bodybuilding and height increases and then he said something that made me think of Uncle Joe for the first time in about a week. "I guess someone has to be the tall guy."

"Was that something you wanted, Sam?"

"Heck, who wouldn't?"

"Just stick with us today, maybe it'll rub off. Besides, you look taller to me. Maybe you're still growing."

"Sure I do." Sam was such a comedian. Deadpan delivery, had everyone in stitches. Came from a pretty sad home life, spent most of his time looking after his little sister.

I had with me #4, as I labeled it. It was something that was a bit confusing. It changed melanine concentrations and was very effective with muscle density and genital enhancement, but the growth seemed more confined to the bigger muscles from the charts... exaggerating the bigness of the bigger muscles, I thought. And it was more effective for height too.

So I volunteered to go to the snack stand with the orders. I had Mom's credit card and carte blanche for lunches for Greg and friends.

Hey, Dad would have paid, but would have groaned more about it.

I ordered the sandwiches, burgers, and drinks and fries.

I took the order, set in cardboard boxes, to the side and salted them to taste.

Sam got 4 teaspoons of #4. I put some in his sports drink, some on his fries, some in his sandwich, the rest in the ketchup for the fries.

Greg got 2 teaspoons of #3 in his sandwich.

Zeke, well, I wanted to get him going. I gave him four teaspoons of the # 2 I'd been giving Fred with such great results.

Trey got another teaspoon of 135 in his sandwich. Well, a heaping teaspoon. And I'd added in a bit of a new genital growth I hadn't used before.

Joey, of course, got NONE. Hey, I was greedy but he was 6'10" tall. So that was definitely enough for now.

Fred got more of the #2, which should keep him on path to be Trey's dream date. Do you think 3 teaspoons was too much?

Well, I didn't take anything. I wasn't going to do anything now but I knew I might have to "catch up" later.

So they dived in like wolves, and that went very well. I was too busy though, watching the others eat.

They were watching me eat after they had finished and I suddenly realized my burger was really salty.

From the look on my face they obviously thought it was funny... cause they burst out laughing I was holding about 1/4 of the burger in my hand and set it back down... I'd already swallowed the last swallow. I drank down my water to clear the saltiness from my mouth.

"See Zeke, you put like 4 teaspoons on that burger and he barely noticed!!!"

"You shouldn't have done that!"

"Sorry," said Joey, sheepishly. He grabbed the remaining burger and chewed it and swallowed it down. He looked chagrined. He took a drink of water. "Yeeha that is salty!- I didn't mean to ruin your lunch."

I was stunned.

"You guys need to stay out of my fanny pack!"

"Why, I didn't see any XXL condoms in there. Not that we don't know you need em!" said Zeke.

Trey spoke up. "Hey, I'll get you another sandwich."

"No, that's okay, no big deal, it was pretty funny. But let's not repeat that joke, please!"

After that they broke up the chat and I had a minute alone with Greg. "Sorry."

"It's Zeke, always has a chip on his shoulder."

"That's a big shoulder."

I was looking in my pack. "What did they put in my sandwich?"

"Those salt packets left over from your bike ride, Fred said they were."

"Did anyone else use some?"

"Well, I did, but I guess my fries were pretty salty anyways. You yanks. We poured the papers out to see how much there was- then I took another for my fries. When you went back for napkins." I couldn't believe I fell for the napkin trick!

"Do they really still say Yanks over there?"

"Well, I do, for comic effect and to relieve tension." Well, it did make me smile.

I wandered over to the trash can and searched for the papers. There was a couple.

There was a whole bunch of 135 missing- same thing I'd first taken. And, there were two packets of something related to genital growth and sexual performance. I knew that I must have had the #135 it was so much salt. But that meant Greg had been given... taken... the genital growth packet... like a teaspoon. And I'd discovered with Fred that... 1/2 teaspoon was a lot. It wasn't the same exact formula, I kept telling myself. I wanted to get home and have a look at those charts. i had looked through them but they were running together in my head... and I was getting sleepy. I wanted to go home but I couldn't persuade the others. They were all sleepy, from the swimming they thought, and wanted to nap in the sun. And I was getting tired, I thought I would fall off the bike if I had to ride home.

And then, I was laying down and thinking... Joey had at least a teaspoon of that #4. or more. And I'd had a teaspoon of an untested genital growth packet. Sleep closed in and I succumbed.

When I awoke, the sun was lower in the sky. I was okay, though sleepy. Joey was sitting up, watching us. He had an odd look on his face. Like, he knew. But how could he? It was impossible. It was more impossible than people getting tall naturally.

I sat up. oh. Things were different. Things felt different. I was bigger. all over. Thank God for spandex. My red briefs- my junk- it was so tight the fabric was approaching see through and threatening to unravel. Well, I was definitely borderline freaky muscle now. I stood up. I was taller. A lot taller... than I had been, at least 6'8".

Joey stood up. He was bigger, taller, at least an inch. So he was still three inches taller than I was. But my package was approaching his size if not bigger.

Sam was the most changed. Joey would have noticed if he wasn't so fixated on me. Sam was a lot taller. He had grown almost 8 inches to 6'4". Only the fact we others were taller kept him confused. His skin looked more golden brown and his eyes were now green. I thought they'd been hazel. Now they were green. And his hair had grown out and the new hair was... yellow. Blond, actually. Sam had changed to a blond man with green eyes. And his package... was enormously bigger. His muscles... they were, you know, bigger, but his pecs were huge, his abs were there but his quads were huge and his biceps were huge. He was exaggerated muscle... smooth, and it was damned sexy. He looked like a Nordic wet dream, or he would when he cut the brown hair off the end of his blonde locks.

There was no time as the others woke up one after another. We were groggy and even I was having trouble concentrating.

Greg, little Greg... little Greg was 6'9" - an inch taller than I was. And huge... especially his junk- the girth on that boy's cock must be astonishing. I realized with a start that I must look like him. He was just a bit taller, and I was just a bit more muscular. That new formula I had tried on him was twice as potent as the 135 I'd been taking. And it showed in the way his muscles were so giant, strong, and bulged enormously when he flexed them. His hair on his belly had extended up to just below his navel, a generous dusting of sexy man pubes... but his abs and pecs remained obstinately smooth, and more giant than ever. Hi nipples were bigger too, I could tell, and from the way he moved I could tell they were extremely sensitive. I wondered if they were wired to his ass or his cock?

Trey was taller too, 6' 10" tall. He'd grown almost 2 inches. He was magnificent. Trey and I were much closer in size now, although I was about the same overall as Greg, I still had a bigger package than Greg. And from the feeling of my cock and balls churning in my swim briefs, I knew that there was a lot of changes going on downstairs! Trey might have some competition from me now... that bothered me. I definitely wanted my little brother to be the big man!

Fred was a brute- He was 6'6" tall, chest, arms, abs, legs and ass covered with black coarse hair, and his cock now quite obviously reached around past his hip. His arms were longer and his muscles exaggerated, He now had a hot muscle ass and Trey couldn't keep his eyes off of Fred.

Zeke... well, he was definitely NFL material now. An African American GIANT- he was almost my height of 6'8" tall and built thickly, with swathes of wide muscle flowing over his body. Gone was his smooth chest, he now had a lot of black curly hair spread across his pectorals. His abdominals bulged thickly, a muscled gut that swelled huge but none of it was fat! Zeke was a muscle cabled powerhouse. His package had swollen too, and it was obvious that he was in pain from the constriction. He took off first, making excuses. He walked to his bike bent over a bit, and got on it and rode away... "Ow!" was the last thing I heard him say as he pedaled away.

I promised to call Joey tomorrow, and he was fuzzy headed enough to think that was fine. I pulled Trey off of Fred, and we headed home with Greg. Tall Greg, who was having some trouble balancing on the bike. He adjusted enough that we made it home with his long legs pumping and I realized I would have to adjust his bike seat up when he wasn't looking.

Well, when we got home Greg complained of Jet Lag and crashed. I was feeling kinda fuzzy but made a good show with Trey at dinner- when I was changing my clothes for dinner he walked by my room and stared at my bigger junk. He didn't say anything but I know he was ... wondering. Well, there I was standing naked, my junk hanging all the way down my thigh... well I was at least as big as Trey now, in the shorts, and... well, he was happy being the big man.

That night at dinner I put a teaspoon of the GF for genitals in Trey's food with another teaspoon of the #2 formula I'd used on Fred. It would give him the boost to be a bigger man. And from the experience with Fred, more muscle and additional length on his cock too.

Well, I was still sleepy, but the second dosing in one day hit Trey like a freight train and he barely made it upstairs. Which was sad, because I was hoping we could fuck around. He collapsed in the bed, snoring lightly, and I made it to my room before lights out.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I thought I was alone and then I saw in the twilight room the hulking shape of my brother.

"Hey Trey!"

"You're awake."

"And you're still brilliant!"

"I'm scared I'm growing so big."

"Well there's nothing anyone can do about it Trey, it's just natural.. We're just a tall family."

"I mean, I like it, a lot, but I don't want to be a jerk to everyone. And they all want to... touch me. Even the ordinary people."

"I know."

"What do I do?"

"You just be super nice and set boundaries- and then stick to them. No one can be mad if you're honest and don't tease them."

"Yeah, you're right!"

"Feel better Runt?"

"Yeah... hey, I'll show you a runt!"

He turned and loomed over me. In the darkness I couldn't see clearly but he was bigger. His hazel-green eyes gleamed in the scattered light. I reached up towards his belly... he was erect and enormous.

I gasped as my own cock sprang erect and hard as a flagpole. Our tongues met in the dark and twined around each other and we kissed deeply. I swear that Trey could lick my tonsils with his tongue.

We... proceeded to comfort each other. Wild lustful urges rose in us as we both felt the increased masculine sexuality asserting itself. Trey was quivering, his muscles pumped and rock hard, so taught with need and anticipation and the demand for release.

When he came I shoved a pillow in his mouth to stifle his roar. I came for 2 minutes. Three minutes later Trey's swollen cock finally stopped pumping cum and he shuddered with the final release- and then I felt his iron muscles relax under my hands. And then he curled up with me... his massive muscle against mine... warm and safe.

Later he fucked me and I returned the favor. His massive meat gave me orgasms in my ass, it was incredible. I'm not a pussy-boy faggot- normally I'm a pretty regular guy not a pig bottom- not that there's anything wrong with that! But I was exactly that for Trey that night.. Even now, thinking about it, I still- remember those moments of intense closeness and sexual ecstasy. And I don't regret a moment of it.

In the morning he padded back down to his room. His ass definitely needed arresting. Before it stopped my heart. When he turned and looked back at me, standing in profile at his door, his immense phallus hanging soft and thickly rounded and sagging low from it's own weight, I think my heart did skip a beat. Maybe two.

I rinsed the sopping cum towel in the shower and wrung it out. I forgot my strength and almost tore it in two.. but I caught myself and dumped the now squeezed dry towel into the laundry hamper.

There, all the evidence was gone, save for the ache in my heart.
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Well this was great fun. I'm really not into brother on brother action, seriously I'm not. But this just seems to be these characters. Who knew I could write something I wouldn't dream of doing? I think maybe it has something to do with healing the anger between the two of them. At any rate I hope you all had fun reading it and I really do like reading the comments... even an attaboy is nice. Really love hearing what you thought was hot, and other scenes or types you want to see. Even if I don't write those they are good springboards to get my writing!

best,
rdyroger

[ARCHEON]

It was a fun little series and you have an interesting rhythmic style in writing. I would strongly encourage you to write whatever you want. Your imagination is just waiting to be unleashed.

[redroger11]

Yeah, what he said. It all looks golden from here. Keep Writing.

redroger11

[collegebud]

i hate to be the pessimist, because i really am enjoying these stories. but they seem to be developing the same formula to each chapter.

same guys, main character salts other guys foods, they grow, and once per chapter, some mistake happens.. where either he or the other guys accidentally get too much. but this is forgetting by the next installment when the main character salts their food more.


try salting other guys.. or a large group of guys.. or going on vacation and leaving a trail of huge guys.. or at a local club/pub.. or restaurant waiter on his lunch break..

i'm just throwing it out there, might want to mix it up a lot.

i do like the addition of greg and sam.. just don't make them too huge.. it's getting unrealistic! even for a fantasy! (now that's saying something)

[rdyroger]

hey thanks for the ideas, i like em! esp the waiter... and then there's always the gym... maybe something catastrophic should happen. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[scot158f]

I love Greg, and I hope that the good doctor's formula might have some complications we've yet to see. Perhaps there's some mix of the salts that may have unintended consequences to the group of guys. You never know? Great addition, rdyroger!

[Greggrth]

I loved it, can't wait to see what happens to the guys next

[Mad Dog]

I love seeing these kids get freaky huge! More! More!

[philat99]

Nice little series with enjoyable growth, but as collegebud suggested, it may have come to a natural end, unless you widen the perspective along new uncharted lines.
Mike

[tagsnola]

... Thanks for this one. I LOVE the descriptions. Wish I cold get some of this salt though. That would be soooooo nice! Give me the salt that would give me good lean dense muscle but leave me smooth and not change my height. As far as my junk, I'm nothing special and wouldn't care to grow that way. But to be leaner, more muscular, thicker hair and green eyes! Oh yeah!
Cheers!
- TagsNOLA

[chocomus]

this story is great. each chapter funny and a piece of hot art. Thanks for writing so good

[Mad Dog]

Another thing I really like is the description of how enormous the cocks are when they're soft. :3

[lead guitarist]

I'm really enjoying this story. Personally, I could do without the height growth and the hair growth, and (beyond where you are already) the genital growth. I would LOVE more muscle growth, and strength growth! And I'd love to see more description of these super muscle studs in tiny posing suits bulging with their huge junk and flexing, and showing off the STRENGTH their muscles give them! You have a real talent for writing, and I'm looking forward to what you do next!