Muscle Beach
Travis and Calvin are two very young, very horny, and very gay foxes. But neither will admit that they are gay, and neither will admit that they have a crush on each other.
They've each reached out trying to test the waters, giving each other a quick smack on the ass in the locker room after wrestling practice, or commenting each other on how the singlet made their unit look larger. But both were too scared of rejection to pick of the hints.
One Friday in the locker room, as Travis slowly took off his singlet, trying to give a small strip tease for Calvin, he proposed that they go to the beach the next day. Calvin gulped, trying to hide his growing arousal, and croaked a "yes" as he nodded.
The next day:
This was it, Travis couldn't take it much longer, today was the day he was going to tell Calvin he loves him. He lay half naked on his bed, idly rubbing his crotch, trying to think about how he was going to tell him. Should be just blurt it out, or wait, or try and be romantic, or, or, or. He couldn't think of anything. He'd just have to wing it.
He sat up on the edge of his bed, and held his face in his palms, "This is going to kill me." He pulled on a pair of black board shorts and headed for the beach.
When Travis got to the beach, he saw Calvin chest high in water between two waves of white sea foam.
Travis almost started to drool at the sight of Calvin's wet fur clinging to his lean muscular chest.
Calvin saw Travis and started to swim back to shore. When Travis saw him emerge from the water, his member started to poke its head out of its sheath. Seeing Calvin dressed in only a very small, very tight blue swimming brief, trigged Travis.
"Hey, Travis, sorry I went in without you. You took forever to get here."
"Yeah sorry it took so long." He ignored the normal hand shake he'd been receiving from Calvin for two years, and instead pulled him into an embrace, and licked the wet fox's cheek, thinking slyly to himself, "salty".
When let go, Calvin blushed and looked away, he rather liked the feeling of Travis's tongue.
The two went into the water, splashing each other, and laughing, and having a good time.
When the day was done, Calvin lay out on his towel, letting the sun dry his fur, and Travis was doing the same, sitting in his beach chair, poor Travis. Travis was going to tell Calvin that he loves him, but how was he going to bring it up? "Hey, uh, Cal, I love you." Or "Calvin, I'm gay, and I've had a thing for you for a while."
No, no, no. None of those would work. He glanced over at Calvin, peacefully laying on his towel with his eyes closed, and his ears softly twitching.
Travis's hand found its way to aroused sheath, fondling his balls for a moment, until he snapped back to reality, he was in a public place, he couldn't masturbate there.
He sat there for 15 minutes, his seed begging for release. His legs squirming yearning for release. Then it happened.
Travis felt a small pleasure in his sheath. This pleasure then grew. He could feel his excitement growing his blood pumping, everything around him seemed to disappear, all that was left was him and this pleasure. His dick started to come out, and when he thought it was fully erect, he felt another sensation, as if his shorts were too tight.
Travis looked down, his shorts were too tight. A large impression of his rod, and two large melon sized balls were creasing his pants, but it didn't stop there. Travis's unit continued to grow. He started moaning from pain and pleasure as his pants became too tight.
Travis's shorts started to groan from the added stress. Soon they couldn't hold the pressure. His shorts tore to pieces, and the chair broke under the added weight.
Travis's dick was long enough now than it rested on his pecs, his balls easily larger than watermelons, but the growth still didn't stop.
In pure ecstasy, Travis tenderly began to lick the tip of his foxhood. His licked his piss slit, and nuzzled the inside. It pulsed and throbbed, until Travis blew his load. His thick hot white cream sprayed into the air. He tilted his head back, and opened his maw. Gasping for air. One glob of the cream landed on his tongue. He swallowed the milk. And felt the pleasure again, but this time not in his dick, but everywhere else in his body.
Calvin stirred and saw Travis's predicament, and slowly, gently began to lick his lips. Seeing Travis growing, he couldn't help it, his arousal was increasing. He slipped off his briefs, and walked over to Travis.
Travis was moaning his muscles blowing up, increasing in mass, and Calvin loved it. Travis gasped, "I'm ...sorry....Calvin." He grabbed Calvin, picked him up, and sat him on top of his large member.
"Travis, I want this, I've loved you ever since I first met you. I want this Travis."
"R-really?"
"Yes, Travis." He rested his hands on Travis's ballooning pecs giving them a soft squeezed, earning a moan from Travis, "You love me too, don't you?"
"Y...yes."
"Then allow me." Calvin gave a sly grin, and forced himself onto Travis's dick, all the way to the knot, "Travis, a little help?"
Travis put his hands on Calvin's hips and with a swift jerk, pulled Calvin over his knot, tying them together. Calvin let out a moan, Travis's rod now resting inside him behind his pecs.
But Travis was still growing. He moaned, and his body groaned, now as tall as a two story building, with his shoulders just as broad.
Calvin whimpered softly, his tailhole being stretched to its limits.
Now that Travis was the size of a three story building, with arms and legs as thick as trees, his member started to grow again. It expanded, and pulsed. Calvin's whimpers growing louder, "Travis, I need you to cum inside me! You need to make me grow too. If I don't, you're going to rip me ....rip me apart!"
This was the last thing Travis wanted. He needed to cum, and fast. His used one hand to rub his pecs and abs, while the other massaged Calvin's stomach, thus rubbing his engorged dick inside.
Calvin loved having his macro rubbing his tummy, he let his tongue hang out while he panted. Soon, release came, and Travis cummed inside Calvin, bloating the small fox's stomach to outrageous proportions. Filling him up with cum to bursting point. It looked like Travis was fucking a ball with a head, hands and feet.
This form didn't last long, as Calvin started feeling the pleasure. His body began to grow, losing its spherical shape, and gaining a new muscular one. It felt good, his muscles growing, inflating with strength and power. He grew, and grew till he was as large as Travis. He licked his cheek, as Travis pulled him into an embrace lying down on the beach.
Calvin lay face down on top of Travis, still tied to the massive fox. Then, the pleasure returned to Calvin, and he started to grow again, "Travis, what's happening, I'm...I'm still growing!"
"I got to this size only drinking a small portion of my cum, you got a full load."
Calvin groaned loud, and proud. His pecs now forcing their way around Travis's muzzle, who nuzzled his way deeper between the two massive muscles.
Calvin was soon too large, his tailhole too large to be tied anymore, he slipped off Travis, standing over him, still growing. Travis stood up, and massaged the growing fox who was now flexing his still growing biceps. With a final groan, Calvin stopped growing, now as tall as a sky scraper. Travis stood at his feet.
With a massive paw, Calvin picked up Travis, and sat him down on his stiff cock. Calvin could now clearly see that Travis and his own member were the same size.
Travis wrapped his arms and legs around Calvin's dick, and began to flex all his muscles, massaging the dick till Calvin blew his load.
Calvin sat down, his legs buckled from the ejaculation. "Travis, I love you."
"I've wanted to say that to you all day. I love you too, my macro." With a grin, he licked Calvin's dick.
Calvin erupted again, a loud earth shaking moan emitted from his lips. His tongue hung out of the side of his mouth as he panted, "We need to do this again tomorrow."