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Chapter 3 - The WoodsPart 1 - Morning WoodHalf an hour before the break of dawnA rooster crows through the cracked window, and Brett startles awake, busting his head up against the bowed bunk above. The bed shudders, as the mass on the upper bunk twitches from the sudden jostling. A strained groan comes from up there, as Grant tenses a waking yawn out of his ribs. A long leg drapes down over the side to nearly touch the floor.Brett, cursing at the throb at his crown, rolls out the side onto John's hip, holding his forehead and untangling a foot from the bed frame that had been ever so slightly too short to hold his six and a half foot new build. His half asleep lower legs, that had dangled off the sides all night, clumsily refuse to grip any floor, so he just huddles against John's side, yawning.  Brett glances at the legs hanging three feet out over the end and the morning wood jutting at just about a foot into view at center. Brett realized his own cock was doing the same, and he couldn't help but grip his near fourteen inches to feel that shudder run through him. His mind slipping deviant, he moves his attention over to John beside him.  John had decided pragmatically to sleep on the floor, too big to even humor a bed in his own opinion. He wasn't about to try and sleep in fetal position all night like Grant had, though Brett suspected the only reason Grant had taken top bunk was in hopes the upper bunk would break, and his nine foot monster build would body slam Brett in the middle of the night. John wasn't quite as vindictive. He lay flat on the floor, with a king sized sheet covering from pec to open toes.  Brett ganders under the sheet, eyeing the perfect foot of flaccid thick cock. A yearning breath getting drug into his lungs, his lusting hand grips just bellow the head and pulls the foreskin back away from the head. John's pride begins to swell. He flicks back the cover and stares intently as the head fattens to the attention. His other hand comes in and strokes the shaft slowly. Leaning in and licking up John's sac, tugging them to lay bunched beside the cock's base, Brett inhales John's nightlong building musk, eliciting a dribble rolling down Brett's shaft to pool in the skin between his balls. A loud wanting moan, he then lavishes his tongue against the inner most thigh, tasting the sweat waiting their. Sudden morning vigor, Brett leaps straddling John's left thigh and hungrily laps.  Grant sneaks a tiptoe to the floor and attempts to dismount quietly. The bed springs creek back halfheartedly to a still stretched state, but Brett doesn't seem to notice over his own sounds and under that sheet. Grant sneaks behind Brett, hands nearing his ankles. With a swift grab, he playfully hoists Brett into a wheelbarrow position. Brett wriggles about, trying to free himself, while Grant chuckles mischievously, "Morning!" Pulling back and walking Brett about on his palms, Grant laughs, "time for morning chores."Brett peers helplessly between his arms at Grant's lower torso and twenty inch hardon. He fruitlessly tries to kick against the muscle beast's six foot arms, as they pull him out into the hall. Grant jokes as he starts to widen the legs, "Should I make a wish?" Brett starts to complain, "Woah. Please don't.." as a gust runs up Brett's crease. Grant stops pushing the legs wider, and Brett, finishing a, "That's not funny," sees Grant's cock twitch and dribble. Brett's knees are abruptly hoisted over Grant's shoulders followed by a tongue applying lustily to his hole. Brett raises his head in a uncontrolled moan and presses back, scrunching Grant's face in the crevice.  Grant eyes down Brett's spine, his shoulder blades flexing with deep breaths and starting to hint bulges of hardening muscle. As Grant's hand comes up and strokes Brett's full but growing fourteen inches, he notices John still slumbering in the other room, his cock earnestly tenting the king sized sheet a foot off the ground with a see through wet spot clinging to the head. Grant wheelbarrows Brett back up against it. Hardly able to concentrate, Brett absently strokes and licks at John's cock through the sheet as Grant loosens him up with his tongue. Unconsciously John's hips roll ever increasingly into Brett's lips, while John mumbles lewd expletives in his sleep.Feeling the beast waking inside him, Brett watches his bicep bubble out in his periphery. The length of his forearm reaching to John gets longer and wider. His hand greedily dwarfs the twenty two hard inches it's holding. Pulling the sheet back, Brett sucks the head into his mouth. John openly moans, and his hips pump the end length down Brett's growing throat, driving the long cock in over and over again until John's eyes break open startled.  As if waking from a bad dream, John jolts up to his elbows. He reflexively slaps a palm against Brett's forehead and bends him away off his cock. The monster and still growing dick slaps back against John's flexed gut, throbbing up his abdomen to meet the meaty pectoral muscles heaving above. John falls back swearing. His voice shifts from surprised expletives to groaning ones in an increasingly lower timbre. His hips raise up off the floor, as he drives his fattening cock into the air. Beneath, his spine lengthens. He groans a disoriented, "what the fuck!" as he bites his lip and a dollop of clear fluid leaps from the end of his cock onto his neck.  As Brett attentively watches John grow and moan, he doesn't notice Grant lowering him, that is until something familiarly warm and smooth moves up against his hole. Two hands grip his hips, and the Irishman behind him pulls himself up inside. At first moving away from the impaling member, Brett gives and presses back to meet his thrust. Buried, Grant holds still, both he and Brett breathing heavily as their bodies throb.  Grant's hands grip and parts Brett's crease, grasping a better view of the spread hole and his vein pulsing madly along the half foot of fattening cock that he couldn't cram in. As his arms pull at his sides, Grant feels his lats flaring, widening with his chest as his upper torso bulks. Under his palms, Brett's cheeks get striations, as the muscle and pelvis stretch the skin. Along Brett's spine, snakes of muscle bulge the skin. Grant grunts a passionate thrust, sinking to the hilt as Brett's lengthens to accommodate. Brett's head drops between his arms to watch Grant's legs flex and fill, becoming the size of a tall man each. He sees his and Grant's testicles both clench tight to their shafts, even while they pulse so large that they begin to touch. A flood of sensation and a fat pool of precum gushes from Brett's growing couple foot cock towards his face, causing him to reflexively raise his head to dodge.  The beast becoming a behemoth at front of Brett instinctively hooks Brett's nape in his palm and drags the head down into his groin. John strokes his cock with Brett's morning scruff and opening mouth, as his pecs swell out his line of sight of the bleached blond head. Lips clasp onto the end of his cock and his shaft slides inside hot, wet and right to his fertile balls. He drives his cock down the gullet and moans gratification.  The moments his drowsy eyes flutter open, John watches Grant pump into the man obscured by his own broadening body. He feels his cock being devoured, fucks into the head hidden down bellow him. In another momentary glance, Brett's ass, lengthening into view, ripples with each slam of Grant's cock inside. Grant widens at the shoulders, beginning to match Brett's and John's own growth, as the fluster starts in his cheeks.Brett disgorges himself, letting two feet of cock slap against abdominals. With new height and authority, Brett pushes Grant off the back of him to climb on top John. He meets him in a sloppy impassioned kiss. Brett's rear rolls along John's prick until Grant lifts and guides it into Brett's wanting hole. As Brett languishes a moan and presses back to feel the fullness entirely, Grant raises and parts John's legs. The fat head of Grant's three feet spread John and loosens his large but inexperienced opening. Grant places John's legs clumsily into Brett's hold, while he moves deeper in. Burying just the head into John's still growing rear, he leans his temple against Brett's back and huffs heavy breaths, pumping a few inches more. Deeper he goes into John, as John's cock swells to it's full attentive length inside a gasping Brett. John holds frozen between the sensation of entering and being entered. Brett rides Back into John's lap, and Grant's face slides up along his spine as the Irishman continues to build. Grants arm beef up longer around Brett and a strong hand grips Brett's free swaying cock. Bulging biceps and pistoning pectoral muscles bounce off Brett's back and side, as the arm strokes his cock ever more furiously.  In peaking sensation, Brett arches his back ever further back, Leaning his weight into Grant's ample chest. He wraps an arm behind his head and pulls Grant's face over his shoulder. Grant huffs hot breath onto Brett's temple, while his brow furrows, and his voice begins grunting in ascension. His timbre crescendos. Brett's cock bursts, buck-shotting in a three foot cone a spray of white. Caught in ecstatic release, body trembling, Brett flutters his eyes open to see the waves of fluid roll out of him, coating John, lost in his own sensations. John's arms come to grip his sides, and the fourteen, quickly going onto eighteen, foot man straightens his throat to loose a long primal sound. Brett feels pulses racing the underside length of John's cock into his hole and a pressure building in his gut. Between him and John, with each grind of his rear, hot sticky fluid gushes down between them. Joining in sympathetic union, Grant hilts deep in John, sending that long low moan jilting with a bounce. Grant roars and holds deep, till his overflow starts rolling off his balls.    Grant pulls back, lets the last few volleys jump out of him onto along Brett's spine, then wheezes pleasant relief, "That's a good way to wake up."  John laughs nodding agreement but half-hearted from already falling back into euphoric slumber. Brett dismounts gingerly, a gout of cum spilling as John's failing length pops out to coil on his belly. John lets out a subtle snore, eliciting a warm smile in Brett. He turns the smile to Grant, whose head is cocked, alerting Brett to the moaning coming from downstairs. Grant happily pops up, his cock still mostly hard and ready.  "Going to help wake up the others?" Brett shakes his head.Grant just smiles and follows his hard cock as it leads him out the room.