And then they were Bigger Part 05

“I don’t understand what’s fucking wrong with them,” Kyle looked over his shoulder glaring at the guys playing around. Their big bodies barely fit in the desks and most of them moved to the back of the classroom. It seemed like they were all just enjoying themselves. “I just don’t get it…”

“Maybe they all wanted to change?” Allen said. His arms were crossed as he stared at Kyle’s glare. He was getting worried about the guy. With each new jock, he seemed just a little bit more unhinged. 

Professor Schaffer sat in the desk staring blankly ahead. “But why… They could have been so much more. They could have been running companies. Or… Or… something. I don’t know… So many of them could have done so much more.”

“Sounds kind of stressful,” Casey shrugged. He had the same nonchalant attitude the entire time he was sitting on the stage kicking his feet back and forth. “Maybe they just want something simple and fulfilling. You can make a decent living being a body guard or playing a sport.”

Kyle sneered. “Sounds kind of stupid if you ask me.” 

“I don’t think anyone did,” one of the students spoke up. The group looked at him. “What? Technically we’re still in this together. It’s not like I want to be like them. But I can’t say that I don’t see the benefits either…” His voice trailed off as he looked at Vince’s arms. The security guard was flexing again, showing off to the football player. They were seeing who was stronger. It seemed like Vince was winning even though the football player had quite a bit of weight on him. 

“Fuck you,” Kyle sneered again. He paused, shaking his head. “Actually who the fuck are you?”

“Peter, Peter Bishop. I’m one of the people who was implied to have bought my way in here. Not completely inaccurate. But I feel as though if you have a method of persuasion why shouldn’t you take it?” he flipped his hands upside down, shrugging flamboyantly. “Some teachers had ‘integrity’ but there’s other ways to buy someone off besides money…”

“Neat…” Kyle said. “And you?” he raise his voice to the last guy who didn’t seem to be paying attention at all. The last guy just kept playing with his phone. Kyle cleared his throat. “AND YOU!” he raised his voice even louder.

The guy looked up. “Huh? Oh hi. I’m Zack. I hacked the school’s mainframe and put myself into this class. That error was me. Not whoever set this stupid thing up.”

Kyle, Allen and professor Schaffer’s mouth dropped. “What.” They said in unison. 

“That’s not possible!” Professor Schaffer tried to defend his school. He just didn’t know how. The whole computer thing was so confusing and convoluted he’d barely learned anything about it. “You can’t just do that!” 

“But I did,” Zack said confidently. “What people forget about is human error. It’s pretty simple really. The harder you make passwords, the harder they are to remember. Some faculty have it written down. Find the password that matches the administrative login and BAM! Instant access to everything I ever could want. I enrolled myself and then here I am. Could have used a phishing scam but that could have gotten me into trouble…” 

Professor Schaffer stood up. “You are in big trouble! I will not have this school or this classroom made a mockery of!”

Peter stood up and watched the guys in back having a full on flexing contest. “I’d say it’s a little late for that…” he swooned. They’d taken off their shirts and were proudly displaying each of their muscles. Their large biceps bulged while heavy chest shook when they laughed.

It took Professor Schaffer a second to look up. Watching the six muscular men showing off to each other while they bragged about their size had distracted him enough to not pursue the point. “But I met with each student individually!”

“But you did Mr. Schaffer. Who’s password and login do you think I used?” 

It took Professor Schaffer another second to realize what he meant. Three weeks ago there had been some kid who just came in to meet him. He had been asking about the course but Professor Schaffer wasn’t sure he’d be a good fit. Too distracted by technology. Only real intellectuals paid it almost no mind. But there he was. The same boy who’d entered his office but a week before. “B-but…” he stammered out, but didn’t have anything to follow up with. 

“This is fucking stupid!” Kyle shouted. “Like it matters. Right now we need to figure out who is doing this!”

Allen stepped forward. “You’ve got any ideas?”

Kyle looked around the room. He couldn’t seem to think straight. Everyone here was making him so angry. He looked back at the group of guys flexing for each other. ‘None of those idiots seem like they could be in charge.’ Then Tyler. ‘Probably not. Seemed like too nice a kid. Probably always taken advantage of.’ Then Casey. ‘Too weird.’ Professor Schaffer. ‘No the dumbass looks like he’s on the verge of tears again.’ Allen. ‘He keeps watching me.’ Peter? ‘Looks horny enough that he’d probably just get it over with now…’ Then he saw Doug smiling down at him. ‘That condescending bastard.’ 

“YOU!” Kyle thrust his finger in Doug’s direction. “You’re the one doing this aren’t you? You were the first one affected to make it look like it couldn’t be you. You were the one who said that Professor Schaffer didn’t know the real you. It was you all along. Wasn’t it Doug?” 

A quick grin crossed Doug’s face. “Nope… It’s not me.” 

“Wha..?” Kyle realized what he’d just done. “No. It has to be you. It has to be…”

Doug leaned his weight against the desk again. “No it doesn’t.”

“But… I’m not wrong. I’m never wrong. You guys believe me don’t you?” Kyle was starting to get hectic as he felt strange urges overcome his body. “I’m not wrong. It’s Doug!” he asserted again.

“It’s not me,” Doug smiled again.

Kyle’s hands went to his head. It didn’t make sense. He’d been so angry that he wasn’t able to think straight. He just wanted it to be over. “Fuck!” he beat his hand into the seat in front of him. “I’m not a jock. I’m not a jock. I’m not a jock.” The phrase kept coming out of his mouth but he could feel his more ‘nerdy’ demeanor disappear. He closed his eyes, tightening them as tight as they would go. He wasn’t going to give in. His entire life was hinging on going to this God damn college and he wasn’t going to give it up that easily.

He thought about his life. All the people he’d screwed over to be able to get here. “What’s going on!” he roared. None of the memories were right. He could clearly remember that he was in a similar boat as all the other athletes at his school. Even though he wasn’t quite as dense as them, he’d spent far more time in the gym than when he spent studying. Moreover, he could remember considering them as friends. They’d play sports together. Go to the gym together. Hit on girls together. 

But then he still needed help with his homework. One of his teachers told him to work with one of the students. He’d been reluctant at first. “No this isn’t right!” he was still fighting the thoughts. He’d never needed help like this before. But he could clearly remember going over to Ryan’s house. The dorkier guy had always been about 10 places below him and now he was smarter? He remembered going over and feeling a little awkward around him. Ryan’s more passive nature made him hard to joke around with.

“No this isn’t right!” but the memory was still solidifying. The dork was so easy to take advantage of. Ryan couldn’t handle himself at all. A simple word would usually send Ryan into a spiral. That’s why Kyle took him to the gym. It was to help build the guy’s confidence up. Little by little he was able to build up the other guy’s confidence. Eventually leading him to wanting to try to spar with each him. Kyle’s lithe lean frame had been perfect for wrestling. He preferred MMA but the school didn’t want to sponsor something so ‘violent.’ 

After school one day, Kyle had led Ryan to one of the empty wrestling rooms. Kyle was tired of hearing about him getting bullied. He stripped off his shirt and threw it to the side. “Alright. How much do you know about wrestling?”

It took Ryan a second to realize Kyle had said something. “Not much…” He paused looking up and down Ryan’s body. The thin but strong muscles always made him look intimidating but now being so close to him was making Ryan nervous. “I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

“Huh?” Kyle turned his head. “You wanna be able to defend yourself don’t you?”

“I mean… Yeah… But I don’t know… I just…”

“Then come punch me,” Kyle ordered.

“What?”

“Come punch me.”

“I don’t…”

“Listen bitch. I said come punch me,” Kyle asserted his dominance to the other man. Ryan shrunk back. 

“I…”

“Punch me!” Kyle shouted. He beat against his chest. “Go on!” Ryan lifted up his fist and threw a punch. He hit Kyle as hard as he could. “That the best you got?” Kyle taunted. He watched Ryan’s face go red. He formed another fist and swung at Kyle’s arm. Still not even a flinch. “C’mon man! I want you to punch me!”

Ryan wound up a punch and threw it as hard as he could. Kyle caught it; then threw Ryan to the ground. He pushed all his weight onto Ryan’s back. Instinct was starting to take over. He could feel Ryan squirming underneath him. His dick was hard. “Oh shit!” Kyle muttered as he got off the smaller guy’s back. “I’m sorry… I don’t know…” Ryan flipped himself over and sat on his butt. He looked scared. Nervous. “I’m…”

Before Kyle could apologize again, Ryan had plunged back on top of him. His mouth tried to plant onto Kyle’s. He was a bit of a sloppy kisser but Kyle could feel the intent. His instincts were taking back over as he flipped the small guy back onto his back. He held him down feeling Ryan start to squirm again. It only took one hand to hold Ryan to the mat, while Kyle’s other went down his shorts. He pulled them down over his legs and revealed that tight little asshole. 

Kyle pressed his dick up against it feeling the pressure. Ryan let out a gasp. “I’m nervous…” he muttered. 

“Listen bitch, I’m the one with the girlfriend,” Kyle growled back. He watched Ryan’s dick bounce as he said it. It wasn’t like him. He wasn’t gay. But feeling this man squirming underneath him was turning him on. He pressed harder. His dick was throbbing at the sensation. Becky never wanted to do anal. He could see why. The hole just wasn’t made the same. He pushed harder again feeling it start to open up a little more. Ryan let out a whimper. He backed off.

“Don’t… Don’t stop…” he goaded. “I’m… Fine…” Ryan bit his lip as he flipped onto his belly making it easier for Kyle. He raised his ass as high as it could go to open himself up. “Make me your bitch…” a soft look of anticipation came over his face as he bit into his arm. Ryan took the chance and pushed in. He felt Ryan’s body fold in on itself. Another whimper of pain but he didn’t tell him to stop. 

“Fuck…” Kyle gasped. He felt the tight ass constrict around his dick. It was so tight. He pushed in another inch. He watched as Ryan lurched at the sensation.

“Keep. Going,” he moaned. Kyle pushed again. He leaned more of his weight over the other man. Sweat was starting to build up around his forehead while the veins in his arms started to bulge. He pressed harder. His teeth dug into Ryan’s shoulder. He needed an outlet. His fingers hand been desperately trying to find something to grab while his toes curled back. He didn’t want it to end yet. It was just a few thrusts. He tried to control himself but hearing the soft moans and groans coming from the man underneath him made him want to keep going. 

Then Ryan let out a deep, “Bah!” The quick gasp of air escaped his lungs and his body went limp, falling back down onto the mat. His body thrust into nothing but his ass pushed up and down on Kyle’s dick. It was too much. He felt his body release cum deep into Ryan’s asshole. Load after load filled the small guy in front of him. 

“Shit…” Kyle cursed again. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. The consequences from his sudden actions would come back to bite him in the ass. 

“What…?” Ryan asked. He flipped himself over and tried not sitting in his cum. “It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone…” 

“You better not,” Kyle clenched his fist. It was a playful threat but he watched Ryan’s dick perk up at the joke. 

“Maybe next time you could actually teach me some fighting moves though… I know I’m weak. But I still think I should probably learn at least a little something…” Ryan smirked. “I just thought you wouldn’t… You know…”

Kyle laughed. “You know I never thought I’d do this. But if you’re willing to keep it a secret I’ll gladly teach you some moves.” 

The glaze over Kyle’s eyes disappeared as he realized he was standing in the classroom again with his dick currently leaking. He looked over his body seeing the newfound callouses on his hands and the lean muscles that ran through his entire body. Even though he was only wearing a medium, the shirt still stuck to his chest and arms fairly well. He may not have been as big as any of the other guys there but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as strong. He knew he could take most of them in a fight. 

“I guess another one bites the dust,” Allen continued to glare. 

Kyle just laughed. “Guess so. But maybe you guys should consider trying it. I guess I was a little more jealous than I thought I was.” He shrugged it off and headed to the back of the room with the other guys. ‘Need to call up Ryan again…’ he smirked to himself.