Only for Fans Part 09 'Titus and Darius'

Titus opened up his email. ‘All done,’ there were several different files attached with his homework that he was supposed to be doing over the semester. Coach had made him go get a tutor and he thought it was going to be annoying. But he was incredibly lucky that he was given someone like Alvin. The guy knew his stuff and only asked for a little bit extra and some nudes. He clearly liked the lean muscular build of the wide receiver. 

‘Thanks man! Can’t believe you finished already!’ Titus typed back.

‘Wasn’t too hard. When do you think you’ll be able to pay me?’ Alvin replied. 

Titus felt a pang in his stomach. ‘I don’t have the money right now but I can send you a few extra pictures.’

The three circles rotated and disappeared several times before an answer was finally presented. ‘I can’t live off just looking at your nudes. Haven’t you been saving your money?’

‘Work’s been cancelled cause of all this shit… I haven’t been able to make much…’

‘Shit…’ There was silence on the screen again. At any time Alvin could rat Titus out for cheating but at the same time he wasn’t really like that. The little nerd seemed to have at least a little bit of a code. ‘Have you ever heard of Only for Fans?’

‘No…’

‘Well… It’s a website where people will give you money to pose for them… And I think you could make a little bit of extra cash if you joined it.’

‘Are you serious?!’ Titus typed in anger. He knew those kinds of websites were mostly filled with men. Even if there were female icons on the screen names, he knew that they were mostly men trying to get gullible men closer. 

‘I’m just making a suggestion. Think about it.’

‘What if I get you some of Darius’ nudes?’

‘1. How could you possibly do that? 2. I can’t live off just looking at your nudes. Just think about it. Dean and Justin are using it if that make you feel any better.’

“Is he serious?” Titus felt his interest pique at the thought of Dean using it. “I know he’s sexy and all, but shit… He’s doing porn? Guess it makes sense why he’s never hurting for money…” Titus’ fingers hovered over his keyboard as he thought about typing it into the search bar. “Like Dean’s actually using it..” Titus scoffed at the idea. But still his fingers were held in limbo. 

He finally gave in, typing it into the search bar. The website popped up and made him verify his age. He clicked through it and saw several different guys in different arrays of undress. A hand pawed at his crotch. “Stop it…” he growled. His eyes caught a picture of Justin. “Oh yea… That’s one of Alvin’s friends… I think he hangs around Drew a lot.” 

Again, Titus’ finger hovered over the button. He felt his heart start racing, wanting to click it but also just go do something else. Anything else. But again, he gave in. the screen filled with Clay’s body standing over Zack’s, ordering him to do something. “The hell?” Titus said. Though, a hand was finding its way back to his crotch. The button to his jeans had been opened and a hand was dipping further in.

Zack got down onto all fours and crawled over to Justin. The little guy still seemed a bit scared but with Clay’s big burly body holding him securely, a faint sign of confidence showed through. However, the second Zack’s mouth enveloped his small cock, the world seemed to have drifted out of Justin’s eyes. He gripped and groped Clay’s body as he tried desperately not to cum. “That’s it…” Titus growled as he stroked himself a little more.

His meaty seven inches rolled down his leg. He leaned further into his chair to get more comfortable. “That’s it you little bitch. Take his fuckin cock. Make 'im feel real good,” the words rumbled out of his chest. He could feel them deep in his soul, just how much he wanted a guy like Zack to suck him off.

“Yo Titus,” Darius stood in the doorway. “Ti…”

“Oh shit!” Titus scrambled with his computer screen and tried to close the window. But Darius was too fast for him. Despite being a linebacker, he could still call on quick bursts of energy in order to get across the room quickly. His massive 250 pounds frame easily pushed the Titus’ hand so he couldn’t quite click the ‘X’ in the upper right part of the screen but instead it ticked over ‘Start Stream.’

“YO! What the fuck you watchin dude!” Darius laughed. He flinched seeing their own reflections on the screen. “The fuck? I swore you were watching something…”

Titus felt his embarrassment only grow if Darius were to find out that there was apparently a stream of Zack blowing some guy. Though, he still had to flex his different muscles, to get the blood in his cock to go down. “Don’t worry about it!” he said defensively. 

“Like Hell I won’t,” Darius laughed even more. His heavy weight pushed Titus out of the way. “C’mon… I know you were watching something. But why won’t it let me leave this screen? And dude… Where’s the webcam?”

“Webcam? I don’t have one,” Titus started to realize that the two were still in the middle of the screen, despite him not having any way to make a video.

“Freaky…” Darius’ laughter cooled off as he stared at the screen. “Can anyone else see us?” He waved his hand at the screen.

‘Yeah! Hey there big sexies!’

“Hey!” Darius smiled back. “So my friend here was watching a video. You know how I can get back to it?”

‘Back to it? You’re about to be in your own… XD’

‘Does he know what this is?’

‘Probably not. Look at how scared his friend is. Don’t worry big guy we’ll treat you right!’

“What’s going on?” Titus moved forward.

“Dunno…” Darius answered. “The chat’s kind of weird… What were you watching?”

“Just a guy getting blown.” Titus felt the words slip out like they were nothing. A bit of red started to fill his dark face. 

“Dude… Are you gay?”

“I AM!” Titus shouted. He was supposed to add, ‘not’ but that word seemed to have disappeared from the sentence. “I AM!” he tried to fix it, but still wouldn’t come out. “I am?”

“Dude… It’s--”

“It’s not like that!” Titus shouted again. He tried to defend himself but suddenly felt his cock bounce. His clothes were gone and his cock set free. The long meaty rod pointed forward with a bit of pre dripping from the tip. He used his hands to cover it up but was instantly forced into a flex. His arms rose up to his sides, showing off his biceps and chest. His seven and a half inches of pride bounced as his body moved into another pose.

‘Looking good!’

‘Kind of small for a black guy… =/’

‘Your standards are too high.’

‘More than big enough for me!’

‘I think he’s sexy!’

“DUDE!” Darius nearly jumped back. “What the fuck!” But his clothes were rapidly disappearing as well. His larger burly body tried to cover up but was forced into a pose just like his roommate. The hefty belly that hung in front of him covered up a bit of his cock while the rest of his untoned bulk laid loosely over his muscles. The big guy wasn’t used to this kind of display.

“I don’t know! It’s the website!”

A bit of a dumbfounded look appeared on Darius’ face, but it quickly led into a smile. “Cool! What else can you guys do?” he peered into the computer looking for an answer. Several bars were on the screen with their names above them. ‘Cock Growth.’ ‘Muscle Growth.’ ‘Weight Gain.’ ‘Height Growth’ under Titus’ while Darius’ had ‘Height reduction.’

“Oh God…” Titus cried out in pleasure. ‘Cock and ball sensitivity’ bar appeared and filled up while the ‘Cock and Ball Growth’ did as well. His hand merely brushed up against his dick and the sensation nearly sent him to his knees. Even with his large football player hands that could reach around a football, he was having trouble using one hand to please himself. 

“Fuck dude! Look at that thing! Look at my thing!” Darius looked at his own grow as well. It’s head poked further past his belly and he could almost see the tip over his flabby pecs.

‘Stats?’

“6’3” 240 pounds,” Darius answered.

“6’1” 185 pounds,” Titus said just seconds after. “That’s not right…” He looked at Darius. Their eyeline was a little bit closer. He knew that they were a bit further apart than that, but clearly he didn’t have the same distance anymore. And whatever was still there was rapidly disappearing. “What the hell! Make me bigger!” Titus shouted. 

‘On it!’

“No wait!” Titus tried to stop it but he could already feel the growth coming on. His lean build was rapidly building into something far stronger. Far sturdier. He could feel the mass building over each of his muscles as well as inside. Growing them more for power and strength than the speed he’d always coveted. The lean 16 inch arms sped past 17 inches. And barely even slowed down when they reached 18. 

His six abs had a decent layer of fat covering them now. However, the six bumps could still be made out. Bulk and size filled every bit of him, forcing his legs further apart to comfortably fit the thick thighs that were now pushing against each other. And his arms seemed to swing just a little bit further away from his waist.

“Dude! Look at me!” Darius shouted. Though it was filled with excitement as he was actively showing off his trimmer body. “I have abs! You know how much I’ve always wanted them?!” he poked at them skeptically almost like he didn’t believe it. The cropped curly black hair had bleached blond, contrasting his dark skin tone. “Fuck. I’m so sexy!”

“Mmmhhmm…” Titus felt the long drawn out syllable leak out of his mouth. He couldn’t contain looking at the handsome stud flexing each of his trim but strong looking muscles. His waist was thin with 6 abs and an Adonis belt adorning them. Biceps and triceps were in full view. And that long cock dipped down against his quads, each visible.

The view had distracted Titus enough, that he didn’t even realize his hand was exploring the taut belly and flabbier pecs on him. A finger circled his nipple and caused him to shudder, just barely bringing him back into reality. 

“Hey… What’s sensitivity to male touch mean?”

A series of laughing emojis filled the screen as everyone watching apparently knew.