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Mr. Barson Goes to College Part 07
🕑 Added 2019-03-18 04:03:19 +0000 UTCMatt was clearly a bit uncomfortable watching Diego and Joe follow him around. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention but it was the only way they’d be able to stay on the team. I wondered if Matt would actually tell them what to do or just pretend that everything was like it was in high school. He was so soft spoken it was hard to get him to take charge of really any situation. However dad came by and pulled me under his shoulder. His giant body was the only one still able to do that.
“What a show! I knew you had it in you buddy,” dad smiled as he gave me a playful noogie.
“Yeah… Yeah…” I pushed back trying to get out from under his arm. Somehow I’d completely forgotten that dad was there. Or that he’d even be watching. “It was fun.”
“I bet,” he beamed. “That Joe kid seemed to really like taking it up the ass.”
“Yeah. I was a bit surprised. And it was kind of like he was surprised too…” I paused looking dad over. His face seemed to change for a second. “Is there… Uhh… Is there…” I wasn’t sure how to ask the question. “Never mind.”
Dad looked me over. “Something wrong?”
“No. It’s just I’ve got practice. Figured you probably wanted to do something besides just watch me for the next couple of hours,” it wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t what was really bothering me.
“Hhhmmm…” dad hummed at it. He could probably see me sweating a bit from having to make something up. “How about we go do something else? I mean there’s a whole campus to explore.”
“I can’t do that! Coach would be pissed!”
“You think?” he laughed and turned to Coach. “Hey Coach! Mind if me and my boy go explore the campus a little more today?”
Coach just turned and laughed. “As long as he makes it to the games I don’t give a shit what you do.”
“Thanks,” Dad smiled as he waved back. His hand wrapped around my shoulder. “See? Coach doesn’t mind.”
“Yeah…” there was still something going off in my brain though. It just didn’t seem right that he could do pretty much whatever he wanted. Sure, one practice wouldn’t make or break me from the team but at the same time it didn’t seem like something coach would allow. I just couldn’t shake it.
“Let’s go to the gym and then you can tell me what’s really on your mind,” dad said. I paused and looked at him. He seemed determined to get the answer out of me. And now all I could think about was that stupid device in his pocket. Each step we took, I was closer to just saying it. We stopped outside the doors of the gym. “Well?”
I fought off the urge to tell him as long as I could but couldn’t hold it in. “I know you’ve got a device that can change people.” His eyes lit up at the sudden accusation. He was clearly running through all the options of what to say. “I already tested it out. That’s why Matt was able to knock you over.”
“I figured something was up with that…” he let out a bit of a chuckle. I thought he was going to be really mad but now he was acting like it was no big deal? “That was a pretty good trick. I wouldn’t have thought of that one… How about we try another? Your choice.”
“I couldn’t…” I muttered. “I mean, I don’t know… Is it—“
Before I could finish I looked into the gym seeing some frat guy bothering someone while he was working out. His body was constantly taunting the slightly overweight weakling. After each jab, the frat guy would look over like he was trying to impress this girl on the other side of the gym. He had such a cheeky grin each time he showed off his slightly developed muscles, mocking the other guy trying to get into shape.
“Got any ideas?” Dad asked as he held his phone out for me to hold.
I grabbed it. He knew me too well. It almost felt like it’d been a set up. Right now I didn’t really care all that much. I just started typing, aware of what was going to happen. Dad watched over my shoulder as I kept typing. He was clearly interested in what I had in mind. I pressed the enter button waiting for the blue smoke to pour out of the top of his phone and cover the two in it.
“What’s this..?” the frat guy waved at the blue stuff gathering around his face. He couldn’t quite tell what it was but it was gone before he could really acknowledge something had happened.
“What’s what?” the nerdier guy asked.
“Nothin,” the frat guy laughed. His attention had already returned to the other guy. He was clearly still wanting to have a bit of fun before he started flirting with the girl across the way. He’d been staring at her hips, thrust out, while she leaned against the counter. “Somethin got in my eye…” he turned back around and felt like something was off. He couldn’t quite tell what it was yet but there seemed to be something different about the guy he’d just been making fun of.
The nerdier guy just shook his head. He didn’t know what was going on. All he wanted to do was work out and this guy wouldn’t leave him alone. He figured he could just endure it. That this kind of shit would have stopped back in high school but apparently not everyone grows at the same rate. He should know. A grin crossed his face as he thought about it a bit more. The double entendre made him want to scoff at the other guy.
Meanwhile, the frat guy was still trying to figure it out. He could have sworn he was a good 4 or 5 inches taller than the other guy but right now they were eye level. Well he wished they were eye level. He shook his head again not sure what was going on. His head was filled with all kinds of ideas he’d never thought of before. They all focused around the guy who thought he was making fun of but now they were different. His dick seemed to press against his underwear but he hadn’t noticed because it barely even to the side of his leg.
“You okay?” the nerdier guy asked. He looked down over his massive chest at the other guy. He shook his head wondering why he considered himself nerdy. Just cause he did well in school and liked comics didn’t mean people saw him as that. He lifted his sunglasses above the bill of his hat and twisted it around. His eyes caught the mirror wondering what felt a little weird about his reflection. He normally didn’t wear sleeves in the gym. No reason to hide his guns. He flexed feeling the fabric tighten around his thick bicep. Then it was just around his cannonball sized shoulder. “Weird…” he laughed wondering why he thought he was wearing sleeves. Maybe he just wanted to taunt this guy a little more.
The wannabe frat guy looked up at the other guy realizing what had just happened. He was barely even shoulder height and stared directly into his broad chest. The two heavy pecs shook right in front of him each time the other guy took a breath. He could even see an outline of the thick abs on his sweat soaked shirt. His eyes drifted a little lower noticing something else bulging. “EEP!” he realized what was hiding between the two thick legs was far thicker than anything he could have ever imagined.
“Something wrong?” the bodybuilder asked. He was actively taunting the wannabe frat guy now. His small body had been drifting closer and closer to him the entire workout. He could see the other guy wanting so badly to say something but was far too embarrassed to. The wannabe frat guy backed up but the bodybuilder pulled him back in. His wrist was thicker than even the thickest part of the other guys arm. He could easily move the wannabe frat guy around. “Huh?”
“I… I… I don’t know…” he squeaked back. The pitch in his voice was so high he didn’t even recognize it. He felt like he should pull back, or at least away. But feeling his strong hand wrap around his arm all he wanted to do was fall into it. His thoughts filled of the last few months as he’d been preparing for this exact moment. So many training exercises in his own time and now he was ready for the real thing. “But… But I’m not gay…” he muttered incoherently. Even he didn’t believe it as he said it. It didn’t make any sense. He was trying to impress some girl, right? Then why could he only think of this guy in front of him.
“Don’t worry,” the bodybuilder leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I won’t tell if you don’t tell…” He could feel the small guy stiffen at the proposition. Just a simple sentence and he’d sent the guy into over drive. The bodybuilder almost felt bad for sending the guy into such a frenzy. Then he felt his arm tugged to the side. That small horny bastard was trying to jerk him off right then and there. He felt a small hand dip down into his shorts and give his dick a nice hard tug. “You really wanna do this?” he grinned down over his pecs.
The wannabe frat guy let out another squeak but didn’t stop. It only seemed to encourage him even more. He loved feeling that hard veiny member run through his hands. One hand wasn’t even enough to wrap around it completely. But right now he still had to be a bit discrete. Even if his new ‘friend’ didn’t seem to mind all that much. The same loud groans he’d been making while lifting the heavy weights filled the gym again. It just encouraged the wannabe frat guy even more. His hands moved with more vigor. And then he accidently popped it out. His mouth fell open at its sheer size. He couldn’t help himself anymore as his own burst in his shorts.
“Awe fuck man…” the bodybuilder laughed. He could see the stain on his ‘friend’s’ shorts starting to form. The complement was too much and he felt himself burst with a surprising amount of vigor. His huge balls unloaded onto the other man’s chest, staining his shirt as well. The massive wad covered almost his entire shirt. “Awe shit man. I ruined your shirt. Have this one. I got another in my locker.” He pulled it off over his head and tossed it onto the other guy. It was at least three sizes too large for him to wear and was closer to a dress than just a shirt.
However that didn’t stop the wannabe frat guy from putting it on. He happily wore it as he watched the bodybuilder go back over to his girlfriend. Purposefully watching each part of that tight muscular ass move as he took each step.
“Ready babe?” the bodybuilder asked his girlfriend. She fell into his oversized muscular arm, wrapping tightly around it. “Our little secret,” he mouthed back to his friend.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself watching it all play out. “Fuck…” I moaned a little bit feeling the hardness of my own dick.
“I’ll say…” dad added. He was still a bit entranced by the little guy staring lustfully at the bodybuilder. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of it. “But I think that’s enough fun for one day…”
The sentence suddenly made me incredibly worried. I felt like if I handed it back to dad he could easily just type something and make me forget everything. He held his hand out but still stared at the small guy. I quickly typed, ‘I know whenever dad uses this app.’ Then placed it in his hand.
“You’ve got quite the imagination,” he laughed as he started typing away. I thought he was checking his emails but something deep inside me said he was using the Chronivac.
[This is a end for now. I'm going to go back to And then they were bigger for next weekend and try to finish that series off.]
