Stories from the Past

“Alright man… I think it’s time to cut you off…” Andy tried to round up his friend at the bar and get him to go home. The big guy had already out drank any of the other patrons there and still didn’t seem to be done. Every other frat guy had already been drunk under the table, yet Steven wasn’t done yet.

“Aww man… C’mon… Just a little more. It’s not like we got school or anything tomorrow. Just a little more fun,” Steven begged. Though his rosy red cheeks and slurring of words with more than one syllable seemed to have said that he should have already been done. “How ‘bout one more drink. I’m buyin.” 

Andy stood his ground. His arms crossed over his chest. “No. It’s time to go,” he tried to sound firm, hoping it would get through Steven’s drunken state.

It didn’t work. “Boo…” Steven held his thumb upside down. “He’s no fun you know,” he added to the bartender. “Always been a bit of a killjoy.”

“No I’m not,” Andy tried to defend himself but it only came out as whiny. And the urge to stomp his foot in defiance only added to that. He wasn’t one to want to end the party so early, but being the DD and seeing most the other guys ready to go, he figured it was about time to start packing things up.

“See?” Steven kept talking to the bartender like he wasn’t even there. 

The bartender nodded. “I don’t know why you keep him around…” he joked back with Steven.

“Mostly cause he’s so cute,” Steven pulled Andy into a headlock. His thick bicep and forearm wrapped around the other man’s neck and held him tightly. The bulge of his muscles made it impossible for Andy to get out as he was shaken back and forth. “Ain’t that right?”

“Right…” Andy’s head was spinning a bit from the gesture. Steven was being a bit rougher than he usually was. “Let’s just get you to bed. Alright?”

Steven let out a huff as he grabbed another shot from the bar. His tab was running and the bartender really seemed to think he could handle more alcohol. And the bartender wasn’t about to let a meal ticket walk away so easily. “See?” Steven stretched the word out for several seconds as he said it. “Thinks that just cause he’s so cute I’m going to listen to him. Always done that.”

“Cause I’m right!”

Steven rolled his eyes, taking in another shot. “Yeah… Yeah… Coach always said that too.”

“And Coach didn’t want you wasting all that talent on a couple of bad decisions either. Let’s go,” Andy grabbed at Steven’s arm, trying to pull at him. Despite working out as often, he could never get anywhere near the size or definition that Steven had. Steven’s massive arms made him a force to be reckoned with on the field, as did the rest of his body. Often being able to make the biggest guy on the other team look like a chump in comparison. 

“Bah…” Steven pulled back and spun towards the bar. Andy’s 180 pound body was flung against the bar again. It’s not like Andy was weak. By most standards he was rather strong. His lithe muscular build made him perfect for the receiver and track team. Though, measuring up to hulk that Steven was, he wasn’t much of anything. “He ain’t wrong though. Coach needed this little guy watchin out fer me otherwise I coulda gotten myself in some trouble.”

“Steven. Please. The other guys are ready to go,” Andy was trying to change his approach. Several of the other guys were in a booth, with a full pitcher of beer between them. Though it had been full for the last 20 minutes or so. They’d gotten into a shot drinking contest, only for everyone of them to end up being the loser. 

“Bah! They’ll be fine til I’m ready to go,” Steven answered. He didn’t even look over his shoulder at them. “Anyways, like I wuz sayin, the coachs always made sure he wuz lookin out fer me cause I can be a bit dumb sometimes.” The bartender pretended to be interested. There wasn’t anyone else in the bar, and this was probably going to be a decent tip. “Uh-huh, Coach Danvers and Coach Muyco both made sure to keep him on my ass.”

“Muyco?” Andy interrupted. “I never did wrestling. Why would Muyco say anything to me?”

“Shhhh… You’ll ruin the story… Anyways, he wuz callin me damn near every night checkin to make sure I wasn’t out with some girl or some shit. An’ makin sure I got my protein and workout in too,” Steven continued.

Andy looked at his drunk friend and smiled. He wasn’t sure what story was being told anymore. Because that never happened. Sure the coaches had him check in from time to time, but every night was a bit of a stretch. “Wait… That’s not--”

“Shhh…” Steven shushed him again. “Anyways. So I goes to coach and say, ‘hey why’s this little dork keep pestering me every night?’ And then he goes, ‘Everynight? He’s only supposed to check in once a week to make sure you don’t need help with your homework. He’s doing that. Right?’ Then I have ta go and lie and say, ‘Course he is. But I ain’t that stupid.’ Course then Coach has to go and fuckin laugh in my face about it. Didn’t like that all that much, but hey, that’s coach fur ya.”

“Little dork?” Andy repeated back again. “I’m not a little dork,” he adjusted his glasses in a natural way. “Wait… What the fuck are these?” He pulled the lenses off of his face and examined them. Everything around him went blurry. “The hell? I don’t wear glasses!” 

“Huh?” Steven looked down at him confused. “Course you do..?”

“You were wearing them when you came into the bar tonight..?” the bartender said. “You sure you’re okay to be the DD?” adding a laugh, knowing full well he hadn’t given Andy any alcohol.

“But…” Andy looked at the frames and didn’t understand how his eyesight was so blurry without it. He could look around and not make anything out other than blobs of color.

“Where wuz I… Oh! Right! So I have ta go and confront him about all the damned phone calls he’d been makin ta me. Like I all of a sudden just realize he’s been askin my weight an height and how much I lift and how big my muscles are. Cause they’re growin like damn near everyday. I wuz bigger than senior varsity at the end of freshman year and then bigger than most pros by the time I’d gone and graduated. An I’ve jus been growin since. Just look,” Steven held up an arm to flex, stretching the sleeve of his white polo to the max. His whole body seemed to be squeezed in the shirt.

“Uh-huh,” the bartender nodded.

“Wait…” Andy felt his hand grip the bar for support. He felt like he couldn’t concentrate for a second. Looking up at Steven, he just looked bigger than he had been. Andy knew the football player was always big, but this was ridiculous. Even though Steven was sitting, he had to tilt his head back a little bit. And then there was the size of his muscles. Each one had grown at least an inch or two in diameter, and that was with the added length to his limbs. His hand could have easily gripped the football like it was nothing. 

“See and that’s where I’m such a dumby sometimes,” Steven continued. “I didn’t notice a thing til the tail end of senior year. We were all done with wrestlin and shit and then this little dork kept callin me. Actin like he still needed ta know all about my body. So I go an confront him about it and say, ‘why are you still askin me all this shit? Wrestling’s over.’ And then he goes and says, ‘Because you’re really hot!’ Now you weren’t there but can you imagine this 5’6” 100 pound soaking wet dork, shakin in his boots with his books as some kind of shield while my, at the time, 6’6” near 300 pound of pure muscle mass leanin down over him and then hearing that?”

“I can try,” the bartender smiled.

“Steven… Wait…” Andy tried to say but his words were so much softer than they had been before. “What’s happening? Oh God…” He looked down at his hands watching their length start to dwindle. It was the same with the rest of his body. His lean muscles were starting to lose their shape and definition, pulling in on themselves as each second ticked by. He could feel his bones starting to pull closer together as he had to look further up at Steven. The mere couple of inches turned into a half of foot. Then a full foot in difference. He reached out and saw his tiny hand seeing it dwarfed by the bicep he was grabbing.

“Huh?” Steven looked down at Andy. A bit of a smile crossed his face. “So anyways that’s how we’d gone an met. But if you’ll excuse us, I think I need ta go take care of my boyfriend.” The bartender handed back his card and the check. “C’mon boys,” Steven shook the booth the other frat guys were in, trying to wrestle them from their sleep. Two of the got up but Steven had to toss the third over his shoulder and carry him to Andy’s car. He tossed him on top of the other two in the back seat.

“Steven… What’s going on?” Andy asked still looking over his tiny body.

“Huh? Whatcha talkin about bud?” Steven turned around. He was acting like everything was normal. 

“Wha-what?” Andy felt himself stutter at the incongruence of his current size and no one else noticing. He felt so small yet no one else seemed to see any difference. “Steven. Look at me.”

“I’m lookin,” there was a bit more behind what Steven was saying. In his drunken state, his lust seemed to be on full display as he adjusted his cock in his jeans. The outline ran down the side of his leg. “Can’t wait ta get home either? I always liked that aboutcha. Don’t seem ta matter when or where, yer more than happy ta please this boner.”

Andy felt himself get hard. “Wh-what?” he stammered again. But the inch in his ass and wide open mouth seemed to give the choice to Steven in which he would prefer. The giant strutter over to him in a drunken stupor and reached around his small body. His arms seemed to snake around every bit of Andy and hold him tight. 

Steven used his strength to move them more in the shadows. “Man… You’ve always had such a sexy little ass. It’s so hard to hold myself back sometimes. And then you like it so much. Just feeling my cock touch your body nearly makes you finish…”

His rugged face was right next to Andy’s ear as he whispered the words into the smaller guy’s ear. All the while his big blocky hands were undoing Andy’s pants. The jeans dropped to his ankles. “There’s my sexy little ass,” Steven cooed. Andy felt his body thrust at the statement. “You like that. Don’t you? You’ve always liked how I make so much pre that it’s easy for me to get inside.”

Andy felt a deep sensual moan escape him. He could feel his asshole getting soaked in the stuff. Not to mention the large dick slowly starting to push in. “Oh God…” he felt his body thrust at the sensation again. “Oh God.” His dick throbbed as he was being invaded. It seemed to fill him up, slowly splitting him open. 

Steven’s grip only seemed to tighten as he pushed more and more in. “That’s a good boy. You’re so good at this. We’ve done it so many times and it always feels better than than the last. So good…”

A surge of pleasure shot through Andy at the words. How many times had they done this? Why would he even count? It was definitely better than the last as he could take the giant cock more easily. It still filled him up, but he loved the pressure as it went deeper and deeper inside. Andy could feel his dick throbbing. Nothing else around him mattered. “Oh fuck,” he grunted and sprayed the wall in front of him. 

“So hot…” Steven grunted with him, watching the white splash hit the bricks in front of him. He quickly followed suit and squeezed his partner even tighter. “Oh fuck yeah… So sexy…” A smile filled his face as he finished inside Andy. His weight went limp for a second and then he caught himself on the wall. 

Andy felt himself slowly come out of the bliss he’d just experienced. “I think you’re going to have to explain to me what happened,” he slowly started to remember bits and pieces of his past, though they were far harder to remember than just moments before. All the memories were swirling around in his mind. “Steven?” Andy asked. His only response was a dull snore. “Shit… I’ll just have to ask him when we get back…”