Spice Part 24

[Mad Dog]

by Mad Dog and Mr. X

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Part 21
Part 22
Part 23

Dan found himself looking forward to school. Although he missed Tom, and everyone else from back home, he was also excited about the possibilities in a new school. Phil, for once, was excited as well. In his two weeks in town with his uncle, uncle's boyfriend, and cousin, he'd already gained five pounds. He was still scrawny, of course, being a tiny 5'3" and 110 pounds, but at his size, every ounce was heartening. Still when Dan and Phil arrived at school, it was quite a sight, seeing them get out of the SUV. Dan, a seven foot, seven hundred pound behemoth, next to his much smaller cousin. Needless to say, there were a number of stares. Mainly stares at Dan. Although the town had of course heard of him, and many had seen him, for him to walk up to the front doors of the high school was another matter entirely. With Phil in tow, Dan walked to the counter of the administration office. "My cousin and I are here to register..." he announced in his low, rumbling voice.

The secretary at the desk, a man, gasped at Dan's size for a moment before realizing this must be that musclefreak kid that everyone in town was talking about. And this shrimp was his cousin? They didn't even look like the same species! Still, he got them both the schedules for their classes and locker assignments. He stared at Dan's massive bobbing ass in his jeans as the duo walked away.

Dan and Phil had neighboring lockers, but little else in common in their schedules, except for sixth period PE. Still, it didn't dampen the enthusiasm of either one, and they agreed to meet for lunch, and compare notes. Dan headed off to English, while Phil contemplated the horror of first period calculus. Although he was generally considered pretty smart, there was only so much one could do first thing in the morning.

Dan, for his part, found that English was amusing. Not the class itself, so much as the desk, which he barely fit in, due to his height and insane musculature, and due to the stares he got from his students. The teacher, Mr. Enwright, tried hard not to stare at the massive young man in the center of the room. But it was like trying to ignore the proverbial elephant in the room. Quite literally, in this case. As a result, Mr. Enwright stammered and lost his place several times, trying to introduce the class to the book list for the year.

Dan found out he'd read most of the books during his summer vacation. He had always been an avid reader, something about the spice felt like it sharpened your wits, anyways, so he was sure this class was going to be cake for him. He could hear the kids whispering around him, especially the ones behind complaining they couldn't see around the massive new guy. Dan just got a confident grin and did a small lat spread, stretching his shirt dangerously and taking up even more of the kids' view!

He heard gasps and squeaks behind him, as the students in the back rows saw him widen. Dan couldn't help but spread his lats a bit more, until his shirt was on the verge of tearing right off. He thought he heard a groan behind him. Deciding it was time to really give them a show, he raised his arms above his head, stretching, his huge shoulders pushing back the sleeves of his shirt, as his lats flared freakishly, causing some of the seams of his tee shirt to strain and pop. Then he slowly brought his arms down, bending them to make his huge biceps swell. A ragged gasp came from right behind him. He nearly turned to look, but up at the front of the room, Mr. Enwright was staring directly at him now, mouth hanging open a bit, as the teacher steadied himself against the desk, trying not to fall over in shock.

Dan turned his head around innocently, batting his eyelashes in fake confusion. "What?" he softly asked as he felt the whole attention of the class upon him. He was really getting off on being such a distraction! He knew he couldn't do it all the time, but for the first day, it was cool. He felt the cool air conditioning on the small areas of his lats now bare thanks to his flexing and stretching. He let his pecs roll slowly into a flex, so slowly it was difficult to realize why the boy's chest seemed to be swelling.

Now it was the front of the class' turn to stare. No one was pretending to look away now. They all stared at Dan, as his chest rose beneath the fabric of his shirt, pushing forward, his pecs changing shape. Having already torn, the shirt was better able to contain Dan's big chest, but the price was exacerbating the tears made by his freakish lats. Even so though, as he reached full flex, the fabric over his chest was so tight, that his deep striations were clearly discernable beneath the cloth. Standing at the front, Mr. Enwright had to sit down, before his knees gave out. Off to the side, one of the girls had to put her head down. And the boy sitting right in front of Dan, an artsy-looking thing, was staring up in shock, nearly losing it himself as he stared at Dan's massive pecs, his own cock throbbing in his pants, snaking down his pant leg, patently obvious to Dan.

He pretended to blush, but really he was just flush from seeing the reaction that boy was having. His bulge at his crotch swelled a bit in sympathy with the boy's and he relaxed again in his seat, giving the teacher the signal that class could resume again, that he was relinquishing control back to him. He gave the artsy teen a sheepish smile as Mr. Enwright struggled to get back to his original train of thought.

With fits and starts, the class resumed. Mr. Enwright made a good show of trying to stay on track, and only lost his train of thought a few times. Usually when his eyes swept across the human mountain seated in the middle of the room. The other students tried to pay attention too - or at least some of them did. Others just stared at Dan, taking in every outrageous bulge, every spot where his clothing struggled to contain him. The artsy kid stared straight ahead, at the board at the front of the room. But his cock was hard the entire time, because he couldn't get the sight of Dan's huge chest out of his head. His artist's eye was exploring the shape of those massive pecs, the depth, the variations in shading. Even without looking at Dan, he was imagining him naked, and liking what he saw.

When the bell rang, the teacher slumped into his chair in relief as the kids packed their things up to go. Dan got in front of the artsy kid before he left and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Dan. Sorry if I embarrassed you or something earlier in class. I'm just a big guy, I guess."

The artsy kid stared up at Dan, and slowly took the offered hand. His smaller, delicate artist's fingers engulfed by Dan's massive mitt. "Uh. Hi. Yeah. I'm, um, Brandon. Brandon Dumarque." He looked up at Dan for a moment. "You're more than just 'big', Dan. You're enormous! I've never seen someone nearly your size before. I mean, I'd heard that there were some big new guys in town but... well, I don't think the descriptions do you justice..." His voice trailed off, as his eyes took in more and more of Dan's massive figure. "I'd love to paint you some day!" Brandon blurted out, without thinking.

Dan smiled at that. An artist, huh? That was pretty cool! "That'd be great," Dan replied. "I've never had a portrait or anything before. You really mean that? You'd paint me?" he asked, getting the kid to open up to him. He seemed sweet. And totally gay. But that was more than fine with him.

Brandon looked up in surprise at Dan's interest. This was better than he had ever dared hope! "Are you kidding?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes shining. For a moment, he even forgot to hold his bookbag in front of his tenting crotch. "You'd be an amazing subject! I mean, an actual painting of a guy who looks like he stepped right out of a comic book! But a real person! It's crazy! And you've never been painted before!" Brandon had a huge smile. "I'd love to be your first artist..." he breathed. Dan was pretty sure he heard more than one meaning in Brandon's offer.

"Cool, wanna meet up afterschool? What's a good place to hang out around here? I'm pretty new, so I don't know the whole town yet..." he said. He saw Brandon's hard-on. Not bad at all for a little guy! He'd let Brandon paint him any way he wanted, hopefully nude!

Brandon's smile was bright enough to light up a room. "I'd love to hang out after school. Hmm... I usually just hang out at the cafe, if I'm drawing. Or in the basement at home, if I'm painting. Or sometimes at one of the shops around town. Or something..." He was babbling a bit, but Brandon was too excited to realize it. "I guess you probably must spend your free time in the gym, working those huge muscles, building them up..." his voice trailed off as the sight of Dan working out filled his mind's eye. His cock began throbbing and swelling in his pants again, as his artist's imagination took over, showing him Dan working out in increasing states of undress, until finally the Dan in his mind was nude and covered in sweat, pumping huge weights. Brandon closed his eyes, swaying a bit, as he let his fantasy get the best of him. He chewed his lower lip, then bit down harder, bringing him back to reality. "And. Uh. So. Um. Yeah. You could come over to my place if you wanted. To, uh, you know. So I could start working on you..."

"Of course! I'd like that a lot. Let's meet up at the front of the school after classes let out. What class do you have next? It'd be cool if I had a friend like you for every class," he said cheerfully. Whoa, this kid was a seriously starved muscle junkie. And that excited him. He was already plotting ways to spice him. Brandon already had such a cute face to work with...

Brandon grinned at the compliment, then realized there was a question too. He rummaged in his bookbag, and pulled out his schedule. "Umm... Trigonometry, it looks like. Gah. I hated algebra. Geometry was the only one that made any sense..." He almost looked pouty, for a moment, but it passed. "What about you, Dan? You stuck with second period trig too?"

He nodded. "Yup, guess we can sit next to each other next time!" he grinned. Yesss, score! He was glad to keep close to this guy, he was really interesting him. They walked over to the wing of the school where the math classes were. "So you're an artist, huh? You do anything else besides paint?"

Brandon grinned, pleased by Dan's interest. "Yeah. I mean, I love paint, don't get me wrong. But I like to experiment with other things too. Photography, obviously. I started out looking for reference material, but ended up taking photographs just for their own sake too. And sculpture. Still just playing with clay, mostly. But slowly getting better..." He looked up at Dan as they walked to the room where trigonometry was held. "What about you, Dan? What hobbies do you have, other than working out and being gigantic?" He grinned, although his cock jumped a bit, as he took in the thick roundness of Dan's huge arms.

Dan chuckled, his pecs heaving up and down. "I like comic books, video games, movies, TV... geeky stuff, I guess," he said. It was true enough. He was still a geek blessed with an enormous body. "Not as talented as you, that's for sure. If you need a model for any of that other stuff sometime, just let me know. I'd be happy to pose or whatever."

Brandon was on cloud nine. A massive muscled geek who wanted to pose for him? "Better watch out," he joked, "I'll have you posing for me all the time if you're not careful." He gave Dan a wink as they entered the room, and found seats next to each other. Brandon had considered sitting behind Dan, so that he could spend the entire class staring at Dan's massive back, but decided against it, preferring to sit to the side. He made sure though that he would have to look past Dan to see the teacher up front. The thought of having an entire year of ogling Dan nearly had Brandon creaming himself. He was going to have to figure out how to do something about that. Although really, when he thought about it, Dan was totally worth a bit of public inconvenience. Besides, it wasn't as if a good portion of the school wasn't boned at the sight of the huge hunk.

Dan could tell Brandon would be ogling him, what else could a guy do in his presence? So he played it up a bit for him, playing the unwitting muscle stud, bunching his pecs, his fingers lightly tripping over his abs, his arms flexing a bit more than they needed to as he scribbled down notes. Veins shot down his biceps to feed the heavy muscles. He even adjusted himself so Brandon would know how much he was packing.

Needless to say, Dan was a distracting presence in Trigonometry, just as he had been in English. Even some of the English class repeats stared. They had some inside knowledge, after all; they knew how his shirt got those tears on the sides. No one was as distracted as Brandon, though, who watched Dan's ever move, studying the huge man's body, watching Dan's outrageous anatomy on display. He wondered if Dan was playing it up a bit, and thought maybe he was, and maybe he was just reading too much into it. But when Dan adjusted his huge package, showing off how truly big it was, bigger even than in Brandon's most pornographic imaginings, he lost it. Brandon let out a low groan, and then got up, hurriedly excusing himself and rushing out of the room. Ten minutes later, he returned, looking calmer now. A quick apology to the teacher, and he was sitting down again, next to Dan. Dan thought he smelled a faint hint of cum, wafting off of Brandon, who blushed a bit as he caught Dan's eye on him. Brandon's boner had subsided, although there was still an aroused lump in his pants.

Class ended and the boys started to get up to leave. "What was with you getting up in the middle of class? Couldn't hold your bladder?" Dan teased. He knew very well what had happened, he was just curious as to how Brandon would react to his prodding about it. Would he deny it? Admit it?

Brandon turned crimson red. "I, uh, had to go to the restroom..." he said honestly, "to, um, clean up a bit..." His blush deepened, as impossible as it sounded. Then he set his face, and looked straight at Dan, a little grin at the corner of his lips. "I'll tell you all about it this afternoon, when I start working on your masterpiece..." The way Brandon dragged out the word "masterpiece" was just exaggerated enough to let Dan know that Brandon wasn't just talking about paint and canvas.

"You mentioned I looked like a comic book guy," Dan said. "You really think I do? I mean... those guys are so idealized and extreme... I remember looking at an issue of Wolverine and wondering who the hell could actually get built like that. Or Superman. I mean, those are impossible bodies, dude. You really think I look like those guys?" he asked, wanting to hear the boy's enthusiastic response.

Brandon gave Dan a disbelieving look. "Wolverine? Superman?" He laughed. "Dan, you are so fucking far beyond either of those guys! It's like you've got the Hulk's mass, but packed onto a much better frame..." He grinned, and gave Dan's stomach a friendly pat, feeling the rock-hard abs beneath Dan's shirt. "Yeah, way better down here than the Hulk..." Brandon's hand drifted south, just a bit, but stopped as he reached the top of Dan's pants. He did press against the button for just a moment, mere inches away from Dan's big cock. "Of course, those guys in the comics are basically naked, just with color painted on. The way they draw spandex. I guess I'd have to see you like that, to make a final comparison... this afternoon..." Brandon's grin was practically wolfish.

Dan was surprised at how forward this boy was becoming with just a bit of teasing, but he liked it! He smiled at him and put a buff arm around him as they walked through the halls. "Hey, I have P.E. next with my cousin. What about you? Any chance we'll have to dress in the locker room together?" he chuckled.

Brandon's face fell just a bit. He'd left this period open, to get some extra art time... but with Dan here... and PE... oh god, PE with Dan... Brandon's smile returned. "I think I may just have to add it..." He laughed, and followed Dan toward the locker room, having decided that he could use a little extra exercise. Especially if he was going to have a snowballs chance in hell of even attempting to keep up with Dan.

Phil met them along the way and Dan introduced him to Brandon and vice-versa. They seemed to get along well enough, two smaller guys. They took their gym uniforms to the locker room and joined the other boys who were changing clothes. All activity stopped when Dan entered, going over to his locker and opening it up. He took off his shirt with some difficulty, showing his enormous, lightly hairy torso. He was thick, powerful muscle incarnate. He took a deep breath, enjoying being nude from the waist up before putting on the gym shirt meant for someone who was a "normal" XL. Dan's body ripped it in several places along the way, but Dan didn't mind. Next was his shorts. He took off his pants and briefs, becoming gloriously nude from the waist down for a few moments before shoving himself inside of a jock, cupping the pouch to make sure he was all inside, then shoving on the cotton shorts that clung to his ass, thighs and genitals like they had to for dear life.

Some of the others were trying very hard to look away, to avoid staring at the massive musclegod who was squeezing into clothes that would have been too big on anyone else in the room, but that were obviously too small for Dan, despite being XL. Brandon and Phil both stared, of course, as did half a dozen others, some with jaws hanging open, all with rapidly swelling cocks of their own. A few hurriedly stuffed them into jocks or briefs, one or two didn't even bother. Brandon and Phil just grinned, and pulled on their own clothes. "I think they're going to have to order bigger sizes for you, Dan," Phil commented with a laugh.

"Or just forego the dress code," Brandon added with a chuckle of his own.

"Why? Something wrong with the way I'm dressed?" he chuckled as they padded over to the gym. Dan's muscles were exploding out of the shirt in a very pleasant, handsome way, and his shorts could barely contain all of his glutes and package. It'd be glorious to see it all in motion. "I mean, I won't complain if you guys won't," he added with a wink.

"It's positively indecent, the way those clothes look on you," Phil commented, with mock sternness. He grinned at Brandon, who picked up the thread.

"Why, it's actually worse than you being naked! At least then, you'd be natural. Right now, all stuffed in there, shirt ripped, shorts looking about ready to pop right off... You might put ideas in boy's heads, Dan..."

Phil laughed, but then turned to Brandon. "Oh no, man. I've seen him in the showers. Naked puts ideas into boy's heads too!"

Brandon blushed, and then turned to Dan. "Now I'm jealous, Dan. Since I haven't actually seen you naked just yet." He had imagined Dan naked, of course, but that was different. "I guess I'll just have to wait until after PE to see what that's about, huh?" He grinned, as they entered the gym.

Up at the front, Coach Howard was standing, back to the class, holding his clipboard. A big, well-built man, he'd been the strength coach for the school's sports teams for the last five years. "Welcome to gym!" he boomed, as he turned. He planned to say more, but his voice caught in his throat as his eyes found the massive figure of Dan, stuffed into some much too small XL PE clothes.

Dan looked over the coach. He was a handsome man, maybe not in a wholly conventional way, but he was chiseled and masculine. He had a nice goatee that accentuated his manliness as well, along with the heavy muscles pushing against his polo shirt monogrammed with the school's initials and slacks where the mass of his quads could be spotted. He was no longer the big man of the room. Dan was. But Dan was humble enough to not wrest power from him completely, giving the adult some time to get himself back on track. What was he going to say next?

It took a moment, but Coach Howard did recover. He even grinned a little. "Well, it looks like at least one of you is no stranger to the gym!" He stepped forward, looking Dan up and down, openly checking him out. "Damn boy, you sure are a big one! I don't think I've ever seen someone as tall as you manage to pack the mass on like that!" Up close, Dan was better able to appreciate the development evident under the coach's clothes. He was a big man all right. But not nearly as big as Dan. Or Peter. Or even Colin. But still, a very large man.

"You must be the Dan Stockwell that I've been hearing about. Mr. Enwright mentioned you in the teacher's lounge, earlier. I thought he was exaggerating. If anything, he underestimated your size, I think." Coach Howard reached out, and gave one of Dan's big pecs a squeeze. His grin widened. "Rock solid. I like that." He gave Dan's big delt a pat, and stepped away, and addressed the class. "All right, listen up! We probably won't be able to build you all into men like Dan here, but we're going to work at it. And Dan here's going to help me help you, since he obviously knows what he's doing. Any questions?"

Dan's face shot into a look of surprise and dread. Duh, of course this guy would think that Dan was some kind of bodybuilding prodigy! But in reality he just sorta did what he wanted in the gym because he had the body to do just about anything he wanted to. His hand shot up, causing another rip in the sleeve of the shirt. "Um, so we're only going to be lifting weights in this class?" he asked, hoping he had misunderstood the big coach.

Coach Howard grinned. "It's tempting, Dan. And I do usually like to keep the class in the gym, at least twice a week, usually three times. But on the other days, we do other things. Running. Stretching. Basketball, baseball, soccer. Whatever's in season. A bit of swimming, once things warm up again in the spring." Coach Howard looked around at the class, a mix of generally very ordinary high schoolers. "I'm afraid we can't just do gym every day, Stockwell. No matter how much you or I might like to." He gave Dan a wink.

: Dan blushed and felt totally exposed, in the wrong way. He hoped he could fake what he didn't know. They headed over to the weight room and the coach started instructing some of the other boys how to lift properly and safely. Dan just blushed as he looked around and saw that the school didn't even have the bars he needed to hold the amounts of weight that would actually strain him.

Off to the side, Coach Howard was lying down on the bench, gripping the bar, and easily lifting the weight, showing the students around him how to do it right. He was a big man, and quite strong, and even with the polo shirt on, his pectoral development was obvious, especially on the bench. After several of the other students tried it, with varying degrees of success, he called Dan over. "Stockwell! Let's have you show your classmates how to bench properly. I think it would be good for them to see you do it, since you're not overdressed the way I am." He chuckled, waving Dan over. He also loaded a few more plates on the bar, until it held a good 300 pounds. "You going to be able to handle 3?" he asked, although he was pretty sure Dan could do much more than that.

Dan nodded. He'd been able to handle that months ago. He lied down on the bench and put his hands on the grips of the bar. His chest was nearly too big to give the bar much room to move as he lifted it up and started pressing it up and down against his chest. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself by showing bad form or anything. It wasn't something he'd focused on before.

Dan's form was passable, although it was obvious to everyone, and especially to Coach Howard, that the bar was much, much too light. After a dozen reps, Coach Howard ordered Dan to stop. "All right Stockwell, you can leave it be. We can all see how easy that was for you. You don't have to make a point of it by lifting like that." He was trying to be gruff, but a grin was fighting to get onto his lips. He grabbed some more plates, bringing it up to 500. "All right Stockwell, this is as much as these bars can handle. A little over, actually. I figure 500 is only a little over the 450 rating." The grin made it onto his face at last. "Think you can handle this, Stockwell?" He stood behind the bar, ready to spot if need be. Dan was big, after all, but 500 pounds was a lot of weight.

Dan just blushed and nodded again, gripping the bar and heaving it up, pressing it. He had actually graduated to 600 a little while ago, so 500 was just a warm-up. He pressed it up and down, his pecs heating up, starting to pump. It felt good. His muscles loved to be flexed and strained and tested. Apparently they knew what they were made for.

Coach Howard looked down in increasing appreciation, as Dan hefted up the weight, still not truly challenged. His cock was swelling in his slacks, and a number of the watching students were suffering from the same affliction, although Phil and Brandon simply stood side by side, grinning wide, enjoying the show. After a dozen reps, Coach Howard looked down, and grabbed the bar. "Clearly you're way past 500, Stockwell. Maybe you just need a bit more resistance..." Instead of a spot, Coach Howard began pushing down, bringing his own considerable weight and strength to bear. "Come on, Stockwell, you can do this. Push!" As Dan's big chest strained, and he pushed the weight up, Howard's crotch tented more dramatically, as he felt the young stud's strength against his, Dan's chest beginning to bloat more impressively, finally facing a challenge. A few low moans were heard from the onlookers, as Dan's already torn shirt began to shred even further, sleeves ruined now, the sides ripping down the seams, exposing more and more of his huge lats, his thick outer pecs now visible as well, as the shirt was reduced to a strip of cloth down the center of his massive chest and huge back, held together only by the tight neckline and fabric around Dan's taut waist.

Dan grunted in his deep voice with every rep. This was a challenge! And apparently, the PE teacher was developing a thing for him and his body! That wasn't a small bump in those slacks, at all... Coach was well-formed in every sense of the word! Dan tried to just focus on his muscles and the task at hand, though. He didn't need to rip out of his shorts in the first gym class! His dick was obvious enough as it was, anyways! Up and down he pushed, trying to surmount the weight and the older man's strength.

Coach Howard grinned like a madman as he watched the young stud struggle, his big pecs finally beginning to flag after a dozen reps. When he felt the bar shake a little, and Dan was having trouble getting it up, he let go, and watched with satisfaction as Dan cranked out a half dozen more reps, now that the bar *only* had 500 pounds on it. Coach's boner was so hard it hurt. No wonder Enwright had been in such a state, he thought to himself. He stepped back from the bench, and let Dan rest, the large young man's huge chest heaving with exertion, the wrecked shirt plastered to his massive torso by the sweat that now covered his huge muscles. "Excellent job, Stockwell," Howard announced in a pleased voice. He began to clap. "I haven't been impressed like that in ages..." He turned to the rest of the class, grinning as he saw the prevalence of gym short tents around him. "All right boys, you've seen what Stockwell can do. Obviously I don't expect that from you. Just to lift what you can, safely." He turned back to Dan. "Dan, you help out these here..." his arm swept across nearly half the class, "and I'll take the rest. Bench first. Everybody warm up, then add on the weight. Move, boys." He gave Dan a grin and a wink, and turned to walk away with his half of the class, his prominent boner leading the way.

Dan blushed and felt exposed again, but in the traditional sense. His muscles were swollen and sweaty and not hidden at all by his gym uniform and now he had to pretend to teach the other kids in class... Hell! "So, um, let's take some of these weights off and you tell me what you think you feel comfortable starting out with and I'll spot you," he said. It was the least specific order he could think of as the other boys did as they were told, hoping they could look like Dan someday.

Dan found that every last one of the students assigned to him needed a spot. They seemed to become distracted, lying on the bench, and looking up at him; at his massive pecs, which jutted out so far from his torso, they would hide his face, if the angle was right. A couple couldn't even get that far, transfixed by something that jutted out from between his legs. Still, after a good twenty minutes, all of his students had done several sets on the bench. Coach Howard and the others had rejoined them. Coach gave Dan's big back a friendly pat. "Good job, Stockwell. Your boys were distracted, but you didn't let any of them get crushed." He laughed heartily. "They'll get over it, eventually." His hand briefly brushed against Dan's powerful glutes as he turned to the class. "All right everyone, a quick run, and I think we're done for today. Tomorrow, we'll teach you guys how to squat, so someday you can have big legs like Stockwell here." He grinned, and headed toward the exit, out to the track. "Move it everyone. I want a good mile out of each one of you. Four times around the track!"

Dan hustled, moving his big legs gracefully around each other, his mountains of muscle heaving up and down as they bounced to the rhythm of his jog. Just feeling the weight of his muscles over and over again caused some more tearing on Dan's shirt and now his shorts, his package bobbing up and down, stressing the crotch and seams.

Although Phil and Brandon were at his side, at first, they fell behind after half a mile. Neither were particularly athletic, and their lack of stamina only confirmed for Brandon that he made the right choice in taking this PE class; not only did he get to see Dan's glorious body in action, but he really did need to do something for himself as well. Phil, for his part, was surprised that he made it as far as he did before having to slow down. (Unbeknownst to him, of course, he had already had a little spice, which helped his endurance.) The rest of the class ran behind Dan out of sheer awe, and perhaps a little intimidation. No one wanted to race ahead of the class behemoth. (Especially not when the view from behind was so impressive.)

Coach Howard watched Dan run almost exclusively, loving the sight of Dan's massive pecs bouncing with every step, the thick slabs of beef rising and falling ponderously. Or the way Dan's massive quads and calves reacted to every stride, flexing and relaxing, showing Dan's insane development. And of course, the steady bouncing of Dan's huge package, which seemed to swell with every few steps, as the motion of Dan's gait made his cock rub against his too tight shorts, as his thick cockhead felt his huge thighs rise with every step, rubbing against it, sending shivers through Dan.

It was about twice as big as it was in its fully relaxed state as Dan finally slowed down, having ran the full mile. He wasn't exhausted, only a bit flustered, taking deep breaths as the sweat from the lifting earlier cooled on his skin. He felt like a giant stud monster. He saw Coach staring at him and he just waved. Yeah, Coach Howard had to be gay... and very interested, it seemed. Although he was sure he wouldn't put the moves on a student... right? Hmmm. Things might get interesting, taking this class every day. He moved towards the showers. He had looked forward to showing off for everyone earlier, but now felt like maybe he had already shown enough of himself for one class. He felt like a total piece of meat! Not that it was a bad thing, it was just stronger than normal!

As much as he wanted to follow Dan to the showers, Coach Howard had to wait for the other students to finish their run, or walk, as it turned into for a few. He would have been grinding his teeth in frustration, except that he realized that Dan was going to be in his class every day. Every day for a year. His grin returned, and his dick swelled. "All right everybody. Hit the showers. Good job today, most of you. The rest, well, that's why you're here. To be improved upon." He grinned as he watched the class trudge toward the locker room. Yes, this was going to be the best year here yet.

Dan had given himself the quickest shower in the world after he got to the showers, soaping up and rinsing off in record time to make sure he didn't have to parade around the other guys any more than he had to, and that he didn't stink like a gym sock for the rest of the afternoon. There was a look of disappointment on Brandon's and Phil's faces as they saw him tying up his shoes when they got back to the locker room, fully dressed. "Hey, lunch time next, guys. I'm fuckin' starving!"

Phil, having already seen Dan naked in a shower, was disappointed, but couldn't help but grin as he saw Brandon's crestfallen expression. "Me too, actually," Phil added cheerfully, as he stripped down to head for the showers. Still skinny as ever, but with a touch more definition than the day he arrived.

Brandon nodded to Dan, "Yeah. We'll be with you in a couple minutes," and likewise removed his clothing. At 5'7" and 140 pounds, he wasn't exactly skinny, but not really fat either. Just a bit squishy, from too much time painting, and not enough time exercising. Still, he had potential. And a rather healthy cock, for someone of his size.

After quick showers of their own, Phil and Brandon were ready to go. Brandon was going commando, and blushed a bit when Phil commented on it. He was pretty sure Dan already knew, but wasn't quite ready to explain to Phil that he had to remove his underwear because watching Dan this morning had caused him to blow his load. So instead he just got his bag, and changed the subject, explaining to Dan and Phil that the cafeteria food was occasionally edible, but that it was generally a good idea to avoid any dish that resembled something that had been served several days earlier, as it was undoubtedly "recycled" food. Having steered the conversation in that direction, Brandon head out, showing Dan and Phil the way to the cafeteria.

Dan had resolved to spice the both of them that lunchtime. He just had to wait for the right moment. They were walking back to the tables after getting their trays, Dan carrying two overloaded with food. As they got their places, Brandon got up to leave to get some condiments and Phil decided to join him. That was all the opportunity Dan needed as he quickly put his pre-measured quarter dose of spice in Phil's soup and measured about a half dose onto Brandon's and put it under the lettuce on his burger. He looked over and they were busy chatting as they waited to get to the condiments. He hadn't been noticed.

Phil and Brandon returned a minute later, chatting fairly amiably. Brandon tossed ketchup packets onto the table, and began to squeeze some onto his burger, not noticing the spice under the lettuce, he was so busy talking to Phil about a comic book. Phil was likewise engaged, and barely managed to get butter on his bread, before he began to eat the soup. He was thoughtful as he ate it, wondering what the strange flavor was. Coriander maybe? Curry? Something else? But he was quickly distracted again by Brandon's conversation, which only took pause for Brandon to bite into his burger. He too noticed an odd taste, but found it better than what the cafeteria usually used to cover up the taste of old meat, and so ate without complaint. Dan sat back and smiled, watching the two of them eat. He joined the conversation, although found that he didn't have the gift for rapid fire speaking that Phil and Brandon seemed to share. Besides, he had a lot more food to eat. For now, anyway.

"So I got history for my final period. What about you guys?" he asked. He figured Brandon had some sort of fine arts class and he knew Phil and him only shared P.E. So the end of the day was likely to be pretty boring, but he wondered if maybe he'd made the morning a bit too interesting, anyways.

Phil pulled out his schedule. "English. Some Enwright is the teacher."

Brandon grinned. "We had him this morning. First period. I wonder if he's recovered from Dan yet." Phil giggled, trying to imagine what it must have been like. "I've got art studio," Brandon added. He almost wished he had been in History with Dan. Almost. But he loved art, loved the opportunity to paint. And after spending much of the day being driven crazy by Dan's huge body, maybe a bit of a break would be fine. Besides, there was the after school special Dan had promised him...

[muscl4life]

I am loving this new school year! Hopefuly, the guys on Dan's new school will soon boom with new hard horny muscle! Congratulations again dudes!

Cheers

[chocomus]

hehe i wonder how big the "student body" will became that year XD

awesome!