A Note from the Author.
Since writing the last chapter several things have happened to me. The first is that I had a motorcycle accident. It was almost like the safety adverts on TV, but this time I was travelling along a main road in town and some brainless prat drove his car out of a side road without looking. I managed to swerve but he hit me side on and we ended up on the other side of the road, me off the bike. An oncoming car managed to go round me leaving me very grateful. Net result was a broken arm, broken leg and severe bruising down my side even though I was wearing full leathers and a skid lid. Off I went to Hospital where I was patched up, but it does not stop there...... The severe bruising broke up a week later and drifted into my body, causing me to have a stroke as a clot lodged in my brain. I have been in neuro-re-hab learning how to talk, swallow, use my left arm, walk and generally be something like I was for some weeks.
So ... that's the reason for the time gap between then and now. I am still in Hospital, but am now allowed my lap top and the web, and thus access to yourselves, dear Readers.
Here are the usual warnings. This fictional story contains sexual reference to sex between consulting adults. The author relies on the reader's discretion as to whether he|she is legally old enough to read further, and whether he|she will be offended by the subjects described. If you are not sure, don't read it. Although my characters don't, always practice safe sex, especially with casual partners. 'Nuff said.
Final Chapter
Jon woke slightly dis-orientated and with an unfamiliar taste in his mouth. As his eyes swung round his room he saw Ham, wrapped in his dressing gown, dozing in a chair, who roused himself when he felt Jon's query as to what was going on.
'I was down at the Camp-site. Did something happen?' projected Jon.
'No,' beamed Ham, 'I am afraid I haven't been totally honest with you.' He received a question mark from Jon. 'You have been unconscious for three days now,' more question marks, 'whilst the final stage of your mental and physical transitions were facilitated.'
'What?' mind-spoke Jon.
'I had to give your mind something to do whilst 'the medical section' saw to your changes, so I gave you a cyber holiday by the sea.' To an observer Jon and Ham had been just looking at each other and said nothing as they talked telepathically, but now Ham's face broke into a smile and his shoulder heaved as he started to laugh. 'I looked in on you from time to time. Interesting imagination you have!'
Jon could feel himself beginning to blush. 'So none of that ever happened? When did you put me under?'
'Charles never drove you to the Lido. It was a starting point I gave you and was all in your mind. But having said that,' Ham said getting to his feet, 'It was all very interesting!' He looked at the youth lying in his bed and several scenes from Jon's reverie flashed from his memory.
Jon could not help looking at Ham's groin where he could see at the join of the dressing gown sides Ham cock had started to inflate with the mental stimulus of the adventures Jon had conjured in his unconscious state. Then he remembered that Ham could see what he was seeing. Telepathy worked both ways!
'What the hell?' he thought and continued to watch as Ham's allowed his member to grow to it's full glory, standing proud with it's purple glans head rolled out from under it's foreskin. Ham could see, as though looking in a mirror, how his cock bounced like a Conductor's baton in time to his heartbeat. He consciously gave a squeeze with his groin muscles, feeling the tightness of the skin that contained his swollen sausage. He was also aware of Jon's rising excitement over that of his own.
Jon felt Ham's probing as the man checked that Jon was OK and was suffering no ill effects from the changes that the machines in 'The Den' had wrought on him. He was happy to find nothing untoward but wondered exactly had been done to him while he had been 'out'.
'Wanna test the stitches?' drawled Jon to Ham, imaging a picture of two dogs fucking.
'Very funny,' laughed Ham back, taking hold of his erection and stroking it languidly with his right hand. Jon watched as Ham's cock head was covered and revealed as Ham's fist slowly pumped up and down the rigid joy-stick.
Jon threw the bed covers back to show his rampant eleven inches, a neat, stiff, thick tube topped by it's own purple head. 'What the hell?' asked Jon, both surprised and amused.
'I hope you don't mind. Just a little augmentation to my own specifications. Your stamina will be greater too, and you now have total control over your orgasm, when, how much and how often. You will be able to change your nickname to Winchester!'
Jon ran both hands over his new cock, noting the changes in length and girth. 'Woweeee! When can we try it?' giving it a rigorous wank and liking what he saw and felt.
Ham pulled a half full tube of KY out of his gown pocket. 'No time like the present.' he said and he walked over to the side of Jon's bed. Jon reached out and caressed Ham.'s cock, trying to pull it to his mouth, watching as Ham applied the clear lubricant first to his rigid fuck stick, and then move away to anoint his own arse with a dollop. Then Ham climbed up on the bed and, facing toward Jon's feet, squatted down with his feet either side of Jon's legs so that his brown ring was positioned over Jon's cock head. Jon took hold of his newly discovered cock and held it still, to keep it in target. At first there was some resistance to his entry into Ham's anus, but then it suddenly disappeared into him as Ham lowered his body, his tight ring pushing the excess KY down towards the base of Jon's cock. With their two-way telepathic link Jon could feel the resistance on his cock as well as Ham relaxing his sphincter to accept it. Then as it slid in he could feel both the heat on his dick from Ham's chute as well as Ham's feeling of fullness as the invading flesh worked deeper into him. He could also sense Ham's contentment at the 'new and improved' cock he was sliding down onto. Then, amazingly, it was all in.
Ham squatted there for a few seconds simply luxuriating in the sheer length and thickness of this cock. Then, with Jon's help by holding his buttocks and taking some of his weight, Ham started to slide up and down Jon's prong, all the while feeling not only Jon's glans scraping his insides but also the friction it was causing actually on Jon's glans as he did it.
'Remember you have control over your ejaculation so you can decide when you want to cum and how much each time you do. Give it a try and see.'
Jon concentrated on the feeling being sent back from his glans and the shaft and mentally gave the OK for the sperm to travel into the delivery tubes and burn up his pipework until the first of five spurts of spunk coated the inside of Ham's guts. Ham felt Jon's cock thicken and then jerk as he came, and the warm, wet aftermath of the ejaculation. He continued to slide up and down the invader, which had now become slicker and dragged less due to the shower of spunk it had just received. The high that comes with ejaculation was passing and Jon again concentrated and again pumped into Ham's love chute, but this time he gave him an enormous internal shower each time Ham grounded his brown ring onto the base of his cock. Eight times Ham felt his cum squirt until he could feel the spunk being squeezed out as he moved downwards. Ham leaned back so that his hands were in Jon's armpits and continued to pump up and down on Jon's cock, but now his own cock was pointing stiffly into the air. Jon could feel Ham building to a climax and their two minds were as one when Ham squirted his load into the air so that it splattered near their feet on the bed linen. When he had completely drained his balls, Ham slowly allowed himself to sink down, impaling himself on the still rigid Jon. As his weight slowly came onto Jon's chest, Jon found that instead of it being uncomfortable to breathe as before, it was as though Ham's large frame hardly weighed anything. 'Your ribs and cage muscles have been strengthened. Better physical performance. Everything is now bigger and better.' Ham explained.
Jon shot another four wads of cum into him, just to see what it felt like. 'Fucking marvellous,' he said to Ham. 'Marvellous fuck,' answered Ham.
And this, dear reader, is where I am ending this particular tale, for the moment. I hope you have enjoyed the simple fare I have offered and continue to enjoy the next tale I will conjure in the other sections of this site.
Please drop me a line at alex.carbine@sky.com if you want to contact me with comments or ideas. I welcome your emails at the moment as I am suffering sensory deprivation here in Hospital.