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Goes through changes
Carlos was definitely having a weird week. First all of that strangeness with
Arnold and Phoebe on Monday happened. His mind still boggled over the idea of
Phoebe being pregnant, but his Dad had confirmed it when he asked. He had
patiently explained to him that, even though it was rare, children his age and
even younger could become pregnant. As a matter of fact, He had explained that
Walkerville had a history of very young births over the past few generations.
Then there had been the gadget that had shot everyone. Ever since that thing
had hit him, he had been feeling really strange. His appetite had grown
considerably, rivaling that of Arnold's. The foods he was eating were really
rich too, which probably explained his weight gain. Over the past four days,
he had gained almost ten pounds. His usually muscular physique was now smooth
and soft. He really didn't look fat so much as he looked soft.
Then there were his nipples. Once tiny little brown spots on his chest, they
were now much larger and darker. Each one had a dark brown area about the size
of a quarter and a nipple that was almost an inch long when it was hard.
Which, much to Carlos' embarrassment, was very often. They were also extremely
sensitive to the touch and even the simple act of wearing a shirt would send
little jolts of pleasure to his mind. Without even thinking about it, Carlos
often found himself playing with them in the shower or in bed. This never
failed to give him an erection.
Then there was his erection. Like most boys his age, he often got them and
even received some pleasure from fondling his penis when it was erect. He knew
from talking to older boys and his father's dirty books that when you got
older, stuff came out of it when you felt really good, but he had yet to
experience that. What he was experiencing was an increase in the amount of
pleasure he got when he played with it. Before, it had simply felt nice. Now,
the feelings were really intense.
Added to that was the strange place beneath his erection. He had noticed it
the evening after everyone had been shot with the gizmo. It had started out as
a small, very sensitive spot directly in the crease where his two sacs met and
joined. At first, he had thought that he had bruised himself or something.
Then later that night, when he was showering, he found that if he pressed his
fingers against the spot, he could actually slide one inside of it, like it was
some sort of opening.. He couldn't press it very far without causing pain,
but he got the impression that it was much deeper than it seemed.
Every night since then, he had explored the opening some more. Each time he
did, it was easier and less painful to press a finger inside. After the second
attempt, it actually started to feel good. Several times he had pressed a
finger inside and moved it about while stroking his erection. This had caused
a warm, shuddery sensation deep inside of him that left him breathless for
several minutes. A part of him knew he should tell his father and maybe go see
a doctor, but at the same time he was too embarrassed about what was happening.
Plus, if it turned out that the Frizz's gizmo was responsible, she could get
in some major trouble. So he kept quiet.
Today was Friday and school had just let out. Carlos was standing outside the
school talking to Arnold and DA when Tim came up to them and put a hand on his
shoulder. "Hello, everyone." Arnold and DA smiled and returned the greeting,
but Carlos gasped in amazement. The feel of Tim's hand on his shoulder had
sent a major thrill through his body. He could feel his erection growing in
his pants and a strange damp feeling where the new spot was. "Carlos, I was
wondering if you would like to come over to my house this afternoon. My dad
just bought that new Playstation game you wanted to try."
Carlos grinned despite the strange feelings that Tim's touch and voice were
producing in him. "Awesome, your dad finally bought Rampage of Doom?"
"Yes, once he found out that the rating on it was E for everyone, he didn't
resist so much," Tim replied. He moved behind Carlos and placed hands on both
of the shorter boy's shoulders. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Wait
until you see MegaLizard stomp a city. It is incredible."
Carlos was definitely feeling weird again. Tim was practically hugging him and
Arnold and DA didn't even seem to notice. When he had felt Tim whisper in his
ear, he had definitely felt a gush of liquid in his shorts and wondered if he
had peed on himself. He knew that he should be pulling free of Tim's grip, but
somehow he felt powerless to do so. When Tim pulled him back against him, all
he could do was go limp. When Tim's arms slipped around his chest to hold him
tight, all he could do was sigh.
Arnold saw this and whispered something to DA who laughed. "Well, we have to
get back to my house. Phoebe wasn't feeling so good this morning so she stayed
home and I want to get back to check on her. You two have fun."
Carlos and Tim waved as the couple walked away. "Well, Carlos? Ready to go
have some fun?"
Carlos rarely blushed. He was entirely too wild and adventurous to be
embarrassed easily. However, the odd sensations that passed through his body
when Tim asked that question made him blush bright enough to rival Phoebe on
her best day. He pulled lightly against Tim's grip and was relieved to feel
the taller boy release him. When he turned to face the other boy, he was
surprised to see that Tim was also blushing and was breathing hard. "Sure,
Tim. Let's go."
The trip to Tim's house was spent in silence with both boys looking at each
other out of the corner of their eyes. Carlos could tell that Tim was as
nervous as he was, but couldn't even begin to guess what he was nervous about.
Once they arrived at the house, Carlos made a beeline straight for the game
room. He eagerly snatched up the game case and started reading the information
on the back. "Okay Tim, who do you want to be starting out, MegaLizard or
SuperApe? I want to try the SlimeBeast. He is supposed to have some
incredible attacks."
"Carlos, can we talk first? Something weird has been going on and I need to
talk to someone about it."
The odd way Tim's voice sounded caught Carlos' attention away from the brightly
colored case. He turned and noticed that Tim was standing very close to him
and staring at him with an odd intensity. The intense gaze didn't really
bother him, but the feelings it invoked did. He could feel his erection, which
had diminished on the walk to the house, returning stronger than ever and that
odd damp feeling was back too. Confused, but curious he put the case down and
moved over to the nearby couch. "Sure, Tim. What's wrong?"
Tim moved over and sat down beside him, so close their legs were almost
touching. He looked very embarrassed, but at the same time he looked very
excited. "Ever since Monday, when we all got hit with that ray, I have been
having some weird dreams and feelings. I have been dreaming about...sex."
Carlos managed to laugh despite his own growing arousal. "Come on, Tim.
That's normal. After seeing Phoebe pregnant and hearing her and Arnold talk
about how it happened, it would be weird if we weren't thinking about sex."
"So you have been thinking about it too?" Carlos blushed when he realized that
he had included himself in his statement. "Every night, I dream about sex. I
dream about having sex with someone and making them pregnant just like Phoebe.
I get so hard down there that it hurts and I have to touch myself until it
doesn't hurt anymore."
"Hold it, Tim! That's TMI, too much information," Carlos said.
"The hardest part is going to school the next day and seeing the person I have
been dreaming about, being around them and wanting to do things to them. I
keep wanting to ask that person if they want to do things, but I am afraid to
ask. Afraid they might think I am really weird."
Carlos actually managed to laugh honestly at this statement. "Come on, Tim.
As much weird stuff as we go through all the time and all the adventures we
have shared together, no one in our class is going to make fun of you or think
you are weird. I bet the entire class is thinking about sex after this week,
so just tell whoever you want to do things with the truth. The worst that she
will do is say no. Who is it? Wanda, Keisha, Dorothy Ann or maybe the Frizz
herself?"
"You."
Carlos bounced back away from his friend and gaped in amazement. "What? You
want to have sex with me?"
Tim noticed Carlos' shock and quickly rose from the couch and started walking
around the room. When he spoke, the slight accent he carried was much more
pronounced. "I know it is crazy. I know that everyone thinks it is wrong, but
I want to have sex with you. I am sorry if this makes you hate me."
"Hey, Tim. I don't hate you because you want to have sex with me. I think
it's kind of, well, neat that you like me that much," Carlos said as he got up
and walked over to his pacing friend. "but you said that you wanted to do what
Arnold did and I may not know everything about sex and babies, but even I know
that boys can't have babies."
Tim smiled and stopped his pacing. "Yeah, I know. That was the really weird
part of it all. If it was just wanting to do things with you, I would probably
be okay. I have an Uncle who lives with another man and the whole family knows
they are in love with each other. But I keep dreaming about you looking just
like Phoebe and that is crazy."
Tim hadn't noticed how close Carlos had moved until Carlos reached out and put
his hands on Tim's shoulders. "Amigo, with all of the stuff that the Frizz has
done to us, nothing is really crazy anymore. I mean, we've been tuna,
honeybees, boulders and who knows what all else." Carefully, even shyly,
Carlos pulled Tim closer until they were embracing. Carlos felt a warm shudder
pass through him when Tim's body touched his. His erection was painful now and
he could feel it rubbing against Tim's leg. Almost without realizing it, he
tilted his head upwards and pressed his lips to Tim's.
Neither boy was prepared for the flash of pleasure that rushed through their
bodies when the kiss occurred. Tim felt his erection grow to new lengths and
then he felt a spasm down there as a small amount of liquid warmth spread in
his shorts. Carlos was in even worse shape. He felt the now familiar
sensation of his erection spurting and the pleasure that came with it, but that
pleasure was a pale imitation of what he was feeling slightly lower down. A
kind of explosion was going off in his groin. Incredible waves of pleasure
were radiating outwards from that strange spot between his sacs. It seemed to
flow over his entire body, making him shake and moan. He couldn't seem to get
enough air into his lungs to breath properly, but at the same time, he didn't
really care. These feelings went on for nearly two minutes before they faded
and he collapsed into Tim's arms.
After several minutes, Carlos became vaguely aware that Tim was shaking his
shoulders and calling his name. He groggily opened his eyes and looked up at
his friend. "Wow, that was awesome." Relieved, Tim wrapped his arms around
Carlos and held him close. Carlos found the action very comforting and relaxed
into Tim's arms. He slowly realized that they were both sitting on the floor
and that Tim was rocking him back and forth. Reluctantly, he disengaged
himself from Tim's grasp and sat up.
"What happened to you, Carlos?"
"I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like that before. It was incredible."
Carlos paused and smiled at Tim. The thought of having some sort of sex with
Tim didn't seem to bother him so much anymore, but he still felt unsure how to
go about it. After what he had just felt, he had to think about it all before
he decided anything. Maybe even talk to Miss Frizzell or Arnold before he did
anything more. "Tim, maybe I should go home for now." Seeing Tim's worried
expression, he smiled and hugged him. "No, Amigo. I am not mad at you or
sorry about this happening. I just need to do some thinking before we have
sex."
Tim noticed the "before" and smiled. "Sure, Carlos. I understand. Maybe we
could get together later this weekend and talk about it?"
Carlos laughed and slapped Tim on the back. "No problem. Why don't you come
over to my house on Sunday? We can talk then and see what else happens."
"Okay, I'd like that." Before Carlos could react, Tim pulled him into another
embrace and kissed him soundly on the lips. Carlos went limp in Tim's arms and
hungrily returned the kiss. He felt Tim's lips open and his tongue press
against his own closed lips. Without even thinking, he opened his lips
slightly and let the thick, warm invader in. He moaned softly as Tim's tongue
danced around the inside of his mouth, but the moan turned into a loud groan as
he felt Tim's hand run down the front of his shirt and rub his stomach. He
felt another warm explosion well up inside of him, but it was much smaller so
he didn't lose control. Finally, Tim released him and stepped back. "I can't
wait until Sunday."
Carlos smiled. "Me neither."
HighlandDreams
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