You see Andy scowl at the outstretched hand. But, with a quick glance to you and your stony visage, he takes it. Begrudgingly, but it's a start.
"Let's talk," you say, closing the door behind you. Just the three of you now, with Jared off getting his fill of mature daddy peen.
Andy looks at you uncomfortably. "Andy, stop. I love you, but I'm not going to be your boyfriend and you need to stop acting like you can make it happen. There are some things beyond your control, Mega Roo."
He scowls deeper. He wasn't used to being told something can't happen. And who can blame him? In the past year, he had grown from an ordinary, insecure bodybuilding bro to a confident, brilliant, sexually indomitable hulk. The extraordinary Mega Roo, for whom the world was his oyster. Not having you was the first defect he's ever found in that pearl, and no amount of brains, brawn or bedroom genius could fix it.
So there he was, a nearly 8', half ton giant, with a dick best measured with a yardstick, showing flashes of the insecure roo he had been but not quite put to bed. It wasn't congruent with his image, to be sure.
Andy takes off his glasses and hinges the frame to his pocket. "So, you're the one who made Stiles a beast, huh?"
"It was a team effort," Trevor says.
"My guy Tristan said it was mostly you, with a bit of help from Colin and Xavier. He just 'ran the test' on Bill."
Trevor puffed out his chest a bit. Gods, it was so perfectly curved and huge! Your practically die when the top button of the labcoat pops across the room. "Mmph, let's take that off," he says, tucking the glasses away into its pocket and casting it across a chair. He looks ravishing, modestly-chubbed up in his thong, the fabric already distended on a foot-plus of flesh. Oh, fuck yes!
Andy just rolls his eyes. Even though Trevor was a beast of a raccoon, the roo was substantially bigger. Trevor idly tenses his muscles to make his point. "You seem like a smart roo. How about I show you the academic ropes? Really put some knowledge into that big brain of yours."
For the first time, Andy gives him an earnest smile. "You teach me how you made Stiles huge, I'll make it worth your while big guy."
Trevor crosses his arms, ahh his forearms looked so good pressed together like that! "Oh? I dunno, that's a trade secret."
Andy leans forward. "I'll make you Mr. Cosmos, Trevor. I can make you the monster you dream of being."
You gulp. Andy's smile grows. "A big guy like you could use a trainer, right?"
You start pawing at your jock. "Yeah, he does." Trevor shoots you an annoyed look. "Trevor, your barbarian power is super-strength. I was tweaking the dial at Jared's today, Gabe's got the same thing and it runs in your family's barbarian genes. You need the strongest guys out there to keep up."
"And not just keep up, but to push you," Andy adds. "Every rep, every set. We'll keep you on a tight regimen, work every last muscle. Hey, you even had a growth spurt. Just imagine one or two more big ones. With my training and George teaching you his best poses and routines, you'll be hoisting that Mr. Cosmos trophy soon enough."
Trevor's jock audibly stretched as he stiffened. Andy was speaking his language. "Don't get me wrong, Trev, you got the perfect physique, I can see why George rides you all night. Right balance of definition and mass. The trick is just to make it bigger and better. Maybe put another couple inches on that frame, so you don't look small next to Collins and Jared. It can be done. You can be a king. A monster."
Trevor casts his jock aside as he licks his lips. Oh, he liked the sound of that! But he turns to you. "Georgie, how would you feel?"
You gulp, you know he's thinking about earlier. But you want to see him hit his full potential. You know he loves you, and you're not going to let fear for you hold him back. "Do it babe. For me. I want it. Be a monster."
Trevor's penis bobs against his abs as he does a double biceps. "Yeah...a monster! So damn big, so damn strong!"
Andy walks over and cups Trevor's gigantic biceps. "We'll turn these bazookas into fucking warheads. Legs that could crush logs, titanium abs, you'll bust every button on those pecs. Make Jared your bitch." Oh, Andy, he already did.
"Sounds like a plan," Trevor says.
Andy smirks. "Be warned, once you commit, you're in this for the long haul. I'm a real hardass."
Trevor snorts. "That makes two of us."
The two's eyes lock. They may still see themselves as competitors in a way, but they recognize this relationship could be fruitful.
Ahem, very fruitful, As Andy's massive semi pushes through his pants zipper. And Trevor reaches forward and gropes it with a big smile. "How about we seal the deal with a kiss?" He coos.
Andy leans in. Both of them approach this with full-throated gusto, and you mean that literally. This is one of the hottest makeouts you've ever seen, and you know both of them could make a weak man cum from their lips alone.
Andy pulls back. "Damn, no wonder George is all over you."
Trevor huffs. "Speak for yourself, stud. That was hot as hell."
Andy winks. "My boyfriend's a porn star, and I taught him most of what he knows."
You hop off your seat and get to your knees. "You did not, you big goof. He's nutted in what, a thousand women?"
"Heh, probably twice that, but what makes you think I don't play with his ladies just to show him I can?" You crinkle your muzzle. You don't doubt him, he's gay but his pride could move mountains, if not cum on them. But this big gay wolf doesn't want details.
There was a real, genuine affection between the two as they feel each other's bodies. Trevor, impressed with Andy's sheer size, the raccoon's head squarely chest height on the marsupial giant. And Andy seemed truly impressive, you barely had time to pull his pants and jock off before his monster meat inflated, every touch of Trevor filling him more. "I'd have killed to look like this a year ago."
"Just wait until we start working out three hours a day," Trevor snickers.
"Four. We're going to push you to the brink, and discover what lies beyond it," Andy boasts. Trevor growls lustily, part from the boast, part from you licking two giant rods, one in each hand like gigantic fleshy popsicles. "Georgie, get on the little couch and hold tight," the raccoon whispers sultrily.
"Think you can handle me," Andy chuckles darkly. The raccoon give an evil smirk. "Let's see how long you last. By the way, I fuck too."
"You get bigger than Collins' 750...naw, let's say 800, gotta make sure you're the biggest...I'll let you have my ass whenever you want, as long as you want."
Trevor bares his fangs in a wild grin. "Yeah, sounds good. Real good. Mr. Cosmos and your fine ass? Might hit half a ton."
Oh, woof! "Fuck me already," you cry, taking position with your ass out.
"So impatient," Trevor hisses as he lubes up with the tube from his desk drawer. Andy does as well, though he makes plenty from the pre. Definitely need a mop later.
You wince as he enters you. Trevor was big. Very big. Thick, you could feel every pulse, the heat off his big head, like a spear penetrating you. You can take a lot of it. Maybe not all, you don't feel his muscular base against your rump. But easily half, maybe two-thirds. "Gods, you feel so good," Trevor gasps. You clench your muscles, and he yelps.
"Breed me, Trevor," you say, your full slut in motion. He lets out a lewd grunt as he starts to gently buck, and you can tell that Andy has, in concert with your boyfriend, made his presence known in Trevor's ass. It's a raccoon sandwich and he's enjoying it.
Everyone is being gentle but composed, Trevor knows about how far he can go, and with a lot of inches he can make it feel grand. Likewise, Andy can do the same with his joeymaker. "You got a great ass Trev," he huffs as the whole room seems to shake with his thrusts. He slaps it, and Trevor spurts a load of hot pre into you.
"Fuck, you're really good," the raccoon moans, gently biting down on your thick traps as Andy shows his some roo power. Trevor alternates between light thrusts and grinding what's in there, a hand grasping your bulbous pecs and tweaking the meaty nipples in his fingers. Your pre splashes against the cushions, they should've bought a blanket.
"Ah, fuck, Georgie, you feel amazing," Trevor gasps as you hear his gigantic balls gurgle. He fills you up as his body quivers with ecstasy, stifled yowls as gobs of coon juice slurp out with his thrusts. Andy titters. "We're gonna work on that too. Who needs a treadmill, we got cardio, warmups, cooldowns and extra on leg day."
"Hmph, fuck, I'm gonna need more lube," Trevor laughs. "Really build up my stamina, Andy. Think we should set aside five hours, you know? Really maximize our potential."
"You got it, stud. Damn, I've been needing a gym partner outside work, you'll fit the bill."
"Trevor pulls back, taking Andy nearly to the base. He gasps. "Almost. give me a little while, I'll be fitting all the bill." With a few rough, fast thrusts, Andy cums, practically a bucketload into Trevor. After a few breaths, Trevor turns and the two make out as Andy spills into the raccoon and onto the floor. They're friends now, heh heh.
You sit back, rubbing your sore tail as the two keep on going for round two. You practically felt Andy through Trevor, and you couldn't be any happier that the two are 'getting along' for your sake. Who knows where this relationship will go?
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