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Only for Fans Part 10 'Titus and Darius'
🕑 Added 2020-05-14 02:35:30 +0000 UTC“Dude! Look at me! I’ve got abs and shit!” Darius pointed his smaller fingers at the defining bumps on his front side. The large barrel of a belly had nearly disappeared completely, leaving abs in their place. His broad shoulders slimmed down and waist was nearly thirty inches. But the lack of all the bulk only showed off the definition in all his muscles better. “You think Marissa will finally check me out cause I’m not a fat ass anymore?”
Every second more and more of Darius’ bulk disappeared and seemed to reappear onto Titus. He could feel the mass piling on. But instead of the bloated fat covering his muscles, it clung tightly against them. The fat and muscle worked in tandem to make him even stronger. His long thin fingers which could easily wrap around a football, grew thicker and wider to dig into the dirt. His shoulders broadened to be able to hold back the guys on the other team. And his massive feet could easily dig into the ground, making him nearly impossible to move.
“DUDE! Quit spacing out! Fucking enjoy this,” Darius laughed.
“Enjoy this? I don’t even know what’s going on!” Titus shouted back.
“Does that matter?” Darius’ joking face turned a bit serious. His eyes narrowed and when he took a step forward it was calculated. Titus felt the tone in the room change. Darius was always so happy go lucky, now he wasn’t. Their eyes locked and Titus couldn’t look away. He was captivated by those brown eyes. They called for him. “C’mon man, don’t you think I look sexy?”
Another step closer. Titus felt his body take one back. “I… I do,” he stammered out. Sweat was starting to form under his arms and across his forehead. His dick throbbed as he felt one of his fantasies start to unfold before him. Fantasies he’d only expressed anonymously on online blogs. “But this isn’t right? What will the other guys think?”
“Maybe they’ll enjoy it.”
The confidence in Darius’ voice made Titus’ dick throb. “Oh fuck…” he felt his knees go weak as he tried to ignore the statement. But it was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Wait!” Titus took another step back. “Weren’t you just talking about what Marrissa likes?”
“Hmmm…” It was the first time Darius paused. He looked away for a second, breaking eye contact. Titus was finally able to breath properly. It was still fast and a bit haggard but he relaxed a little bit. But that’s when he noticed that Darius’ muscles were starting to get covered by orange and black fabric. His upper body was quickly being covered by a jersey. Titus’ jersey. “I don’t know man, she’s not here right now. And fuck… You look so sexy.”
“But--But--” Titus felt his foot hit the wall. He couldn’t go any further back. However, Darius didn’t slow. His movements snaked around, forcing Titus’ eyes to follow his movements. Even though much of his body was covered by Titus’ XXL jersey, Darius only looked sexier in it. “Wai--”
Darius broke through Titus’ defenses. He easily dodged the outstretched arm, swinging to the left of it. He pressed onto his tiptoes breaking the distance in height between them. Only a few inches were between their faces. His arms went to each side of Titus and slowly he pressed closer. “What are you so afraid of?”
Titus felt his friend’s warm breath hit his face. Combined with the soft whisper, he could feel himself want to give in. “No… S-stop…” he stuttered. This sensation had been one he’d been pushing down his entire life, and he couldn’t give in now. His hand went to push Darius away.
But this time his hand was caught. Darius grabbed the other and pinned them against the wall. “What? I’m not sexy enough for you?”
Even with Titus' new strength, he felt pinned to the wall. He may have been able to move guys nearly 100 pounds heavier than Darius was now. At the moment he couldn’t. Just feeling Darius so close to him made him feel weak. “I just… I just…”
Darius took his chance with Titus’ open mouth and kissed him. His tongue went solo for a few seconds but slowly Titus started to get into it. He’d been with so many girls all his life but now this just felt right. His grip on Titus loosened and changed to more sensual touches. Soft but controlled gropes over his beefy arms. Trailing up over his belly with one finger and then laying his hands flat against Titus’ massive pecs.
The more he did, the more Titus got into it. He could feel his body acting more on autopilot as the other man led him through the kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other, tasting the distinct taste of the other person’s mouth. Soft moans filled the room as their bodies got closer than they had ever been before.
Discomfort of having his back against the wall, finally got to Titus. He pushed forward but wrapped his large arms around the other man, making sure they wouldn’t stop. There were about five or six steps he had to take before he had Darius on his bed. His arms held him up as his body held Darius down.
“You like top,” Darius teased.
“I--” Titus cut himself off again. The realization that he was acting into his sexual urges made him realize what he was doing. Lust had taken over but now his rational mind was acting again. “I can’t…” he pulled away.
“Why?” Darius pulled him back. Just a gentle touch of his hand against Titus’ cheek seemed to keep him in place. Titus could try to run all he liked but just looking at Darius’ honest face, he didn’t want to. Those eyes were so inviting and warm. Not judging him. “You know I knew right?”
A heavy gulp from Titus, meant he didn’t. “Don’t be like that,” Darius continued. “It’s not like I gave a shit. Though I was a bit hurt you never noticed me…” There was a hint of a joke, if not outright mocking Titus for his insecurity.
“You weren’t really my type…” he looked away, ashamed he’d been so superficial.
Darius moved closer. “What about now?” he whispered. “Do you think I’m sexy now?” Again, Darius broke the distance between their mouths, but Titus wasn’t holding back nearly as much any more. He pushed forward, burying the back of Darius’ head into his pillow.
Their two hard dicks clashed as their bodies moved. Titus could feel himself writhing in the pleasure of feeling the other jocks body. His hips humped gently, sliding his massive dick up and down Darius’ abs. He could feel his body trying to act out what he wanted to do but knowing full well they’d need a bit of practice before doing it.
Meanwhile, one of Darius’ hands was making its way around Titus' backside, holding him tightly. It slowly drifted down towards his massive butt cheeks. It laid flat, gently rubbing them, but a finger drifted deeper. In between those extra layers of fat and rubbed against Titus’ asshole.
“He-Hey!” Titus felt his back arch. His weight landed on Darius as more of his insides were invaded. “Oh God…” he moaned as his body thrust back and forth. His face contorted into an ‘O’ face as more and more of his cum splattered onto his jersey that Darius was wearing. “Jerk…” he scolded as he came down from his high. A bit of red was covering his face as to just how much he liked the feeling. “Now I’ve got to wash it…”
“Oh? Is that what you’re upset about?” Darius mocked. “Maybe I like it better this way.”
Titus shook his head and let out a, ‘hmph.’ He moved off of his friend and realized that he was still on camera. The screen showed his giant naked body and he instinctively went to cover himself up. A ding from his computer made his arms go back up showing off the swinging rod between his legs. Red covered his dark face again as he could see all the hearts and smiling emojis fill the screen.
Darius felt himself laugh as he leaned up from the bed. “Forgot that was a thing,” he smirked. His hands found their way back onto Titus’ bulky body, running around the bit of belly fat and back up to his pecs. Again a finger seemed to lose it’s way and focus on rotating sensually around his nipple while his other hand ran up and down his side. “Don’t let it get to you. Just more people who are jealous.”
“Right…” Titus felt blood flowing into his cock again. It started to chub as he tried to focus on anything else. His eyes caught the screen saying, ‘LiveStream Ended.’ Though, him and Darius were still on screen. People said their goodbyes. “That was weird.”
“Yeah… Kind of,” Darius said.
“Kind of?” Titus was taken aback. “Dude! Look at us! I’m bigger than you were and you’re buffer than I was. And look at that cock!”
“Oh I’m looking,” Darius teased. He grabbed the long thick rod and slid his hand down the shaft. Watching Titus struggle to stay serious only made the smile on his face bigger.
“Stop that!” he pulled back and looked for his boxers. The only thing on the floor was a severely stained white jock strap. It’d have to do. He pulled up his jeans and and threw on a beat up white sleeveless shirt. “But seriously!”
“Seriously what?” Darius had sat himself down in Titus’ chair with his legs spread far apart. The jersey was just barely long enough to cover him up. “All it really means is we have an extra room now.”
“But you’re gay!”
“And so are you! Who fucking cares?”
“You should!”
Darius let out a heavy, ‘hmph.’ He stood up and glared hard at Titus. “Why?” His seductive finger turned violent as it pressed hard against the other man’s chest.
Titus didn’t have an answer. Feel seemed to sweep through him again as he didn’t know what to say. Everything felt so good but at the same time he couldn’t help but worry. Worry about so many different things. But Darius didn’t. How was he so calm? So confident?
Then a banging on his front door made him jump. “What the?!” Titus looked over. He could feel his heart racing but the distraction got him to think about something other than Darius’ question. “Put some pants on,” Titus ordered. Darius rolled his eyes. Then purposefully put on some of Titus’.
“YO! TITUS! DARIUS! Have I got the night planned for you,” Zack called from the other side of the door.
