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You’re a Grower, Not a Shower, Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-01-13 22:10:52 +0000 UTC12 Years Earlier
Scott pumped his engorged cock into his lover. As he went in and out, over and over, he could swear the guy was changing.
“Dude, are you getting bigger?” he asked as he groped the man’s burgeoning pecs. “Your chest isn’t just heaving. It’s like...growing.”
The other man – smaller, with brown hair, tan skin, and a very sexy pair of full lips – was laying on the bed facing Scott and with his legs wrapped around his back. He grinned and asked, “Does it bother you?”
“It’s amazing! Everything’s getting harder and more muscular,” exclaimed Scott as he kept pumping and groping. “But why is it happening? How?”
The other man continued to smile. “I’ll fill you in later. You just keep filling me in now.”
Scott laughed and tried to focus on the sex. He felt the man’s glutes constrict around his cock, and wondered if they were getting tighter…or just getting bigger. “Whatever’s going on,” he thought, “it’s fucking hot!”
Soon after, both men came, and then were so exhausted they feel asleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Scott awoke, opened his eyes, and realized he was alone in bed. He rolled over to see the other man, naked and facing away from the bed, attempting to get dressed in the clothes he had been wearing yesterday. With his sex-spurred growth spurt, however, the man had grown from about 5’6 to 5’8” and added at least 10-15 pounds of muscle, so everything was going to be much too tight now.
“This should be fun to watch,” though Scott. The tightness of the man’s outfit was one of the many reasons that Scott had gone to dinner with him the previous night.
First, the man tugged up his underwear – a pair of gray boxer briefs – that certainly did not go on as easily as they slid off the night before. They were so tight that Scott figured even a freckle on the guy’s ass would be evident from across the room, and even once they were in place, he had to adjust his cock multiple times to get it to fit into the pouch. Scott watched the man fumbling around and could only assume that his penis had grown as well.
Next came the jeans, which he really had to pull hard to get over his thicker thighs and butt. The man grunted as he grabbed the denim, hopping up and down a little to get some momentum, and eventually had the pants up to his slim waist. After buttoning them, he reached around to feel his bigger and harder ass, and he rubbed his butt cheeks for at least 30 seconds. As he did so, Scott noted that they were also about an inch too short now that the man had also grown taller.
Finally, Scott’s lover reached over and picked up his polo shirt from the chair it had been flung onto the night before. It had a little bit of elasticity but not as much as a T-shirt, and the man was really struggling to get it on. Just getting his arms into the body of the shirt was challenging, and as he pulled it over his head, it ripped down the front and the back, and then – as if copied from the panels of an Incredible Hulk comic book – the sleeve cuffs ripped open as his arms went through.
Scott was completely hard again by that moment.
The man turned and saw that Scott was both awake and aroused, so he walked over and put his right hand around the erect 10-inch cock tenting up from beneath the sheets. “You can certainly stick this monster inside me again,” he said, “but I will have to borrow some clothes when we’re done.”
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Today
“Thanks again taking me today, Grant,” said Bryan.
Bryan’s uncle glanced quickly at his nephew, smiled, and turned his eyes back to the traffic-filled street. “Of course! I haven’t been on campus for years, so it’ll be a treat for me, too,” he replied. “But hey, I didn’t just volunteer to drop you off for your freshman year of college because I have a truck big enough to carry all your stuff. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, and I thought the ride would give us time to chat privately.”
“What’s up?” asked Bryan, not sure what the conversation would be about. “Are you going to tell me what it was like when you went to college there?”
“Well, sort of, but it’s more than that. You know your dad and I…well, we have the same hair color, and eye color, and stuff like that…but we are built a little different, right?”
“That’s an understatement,” said Bryan.
Bryan’s dad, Gary, was 45 years old, had a very slight 5’6” frame, and weighed around 120 pounds. Bryan usually didn’t think about his dad being the odd one in the family because he had turned out the same way – at 18, he was only an inch taller than his father and weighed about 5 pounds more. Additionally, his dad had two younger sisters, aged 42 and 38, who were quite petite.
But then came Grant – he was the aberration. Grant was Gary’s youngest sibling at 35, born a full ten years after him, and he was a BEAST! Bryan knew his uncle was at least 6’4” and weighed somewhere around 260 pounds, all of it muscle. With his brown hair, golden complexion, and determined chin, many people thought Grant resembled the Brawny Man on the paper towel packaging.
“Well, did you ever wonder why we looked so different?” asked Grant.
“Yeah,” said Bryan. “I just figured grandpa and grandma had more money by the time you came along and could afford more food, or better vitamins, or workout equipment than when my dad was younger.”
Grant laughed. “Nope, not even close. Did you know that when I was 18 and left for college, I looked almost exactly like your dad? He was 10 years older, of course, but other than that, we could have been twins.”
Bryan’s mouth fell open. “Seriously?”
“It’s true. We were the same height and weighed the same,” replied his uncle. “You just don’t remember me from way back then because you were only a few years old.”
“So how did you get so big?”
“This conversation might get a little strange, Bryan,” said Grant. “So if you any part of makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop. But after you came out this summer to everyone, your father and I agreed I should be the one to talk to you since I’m gay, too.”
“Is it something bad?” asked Bryan.
“No, not at all. Just a little unexpected. I know it was for me when I first heard it. Are you familiar with the term, ‘you’re a grower, not a shower’?”
Bryan nodded. “Yeah, I think. A grower is a guy whose…um…manhood…gets bigger when he gets excited. The other is someone who shows size all the time, excited or not.”
“Exactly,” replied Grant. “But that phrase also applies to the men of are family. We are growers. We don’t show our size until we’ve been…uh…activated.”
The younger man was confused. “What does that mean? And why did you get big and my dad didn’t?”
“Well, first of all, every man in our family has the potential to get big, but only some do. And that’s because you get bigger from sex. Specifically, from receiving sex. You know, as a gay man would.”
Bryan’s eyes grew wide at the realization. “You mean, I can get as big as you just from having sex?”
Grant nodded. “Perhaps, but there’s more to it. The longer the manhood – oh, for fuck’s sake, let’s just call it what it is – the longer the cock on the guy fucking you, the bigger you will grow.”
“You’re joking, right? This is totally a set-up!” said Bryan.
“No joke, Bry,” replied Grant. “Like I said, I was as small as you and your dad when I entered college. I met a few guys and got bigger. Eventually I met Scott, and he took me up to the level I’m at now.”
Grant was referring to his husband, Scott, with whom he met after college and married a few years later. He was around 6 feet tall with a sturdy 200-pound build and a rugged, outdoorsy appearance. “So I take it Scott it quite well-endowed?” asked Bryan.
“Exceptionally,” said Grant. “But that’s now why I fell in love with him – I had no idea he was so well-endowed until a long time after we met. He started working at the office a few months after me, and even though I had a total crush on him, it took me a long while to ask him out. I thought he was out of my league because he was so much bigger than me.”
“I thought you said some guys in college made you grow?” asked Bryan.
“Yes, they did. But if the big cock goes away, so does the growth. I managed to get up to about 165 pounds with the guys I fooled around with, but once we went our separate ways, I shrank back to 120.”
“That must have sucked!”
Grant nodded again. “It definitely did. The shirts that used to hug my muscles were just hanging off my body, so I had to start wearing my old clothes again. I felt really weak and small by that point, and that’s why it took me some time to approach Scott.”
Bryan smiled. “And then you realized you hit the jackpot?”
“Definitely,” said his uncle. “Scott turned out to be not only the nicest and sweetest person, but also a dynamo in the bedroom with a very satisfying 10-incher. I got up to this size within after we started dating and have been here ever since.”
“Don’t you have to work out?” asked Bryan.
“Not really. I mean, it doesn’t seem to help me. Scott and I like to go hiking and swimming and other stuff with our free time.”
Bryan didn’t say anything for about 30 seconds while he took everything in. “And dad knows all of this?”
“Yep, but he’s straight and never explored the possibility. All the men in our family have the ability, but it’s typically only the gay ones who take advantage of it. We don’t know how it started or how it works, but it’s been that way for a very long time.”
Bryan thought about everything his uncle was telling him, and he asked a lot of questions. Some of them Grant could answer, and some he couldn’t.
But Grant did offer one piece of advice to his nephew before they arrived. “Don’t go chasing the guy you think he has the biggest cock. It’s not worth it. Find a guy you really like, and be happy with what he can provide, OK?”
Unfortunately, Bryan wasn’t paying much attention to that point. He was eager to get to the college and see how quickly he could grow into the BMOC.
