Bigger

Andrew couldn’t believe he slept through his alarms again. He’d set several knowing that he’d at least sleep through one but somehow he had turned them all off. To top it all off he was still sore from the workout he’d been through the night before. His coworker, Ben, had been begging him for months to come to the gym with him but Andrew wasn’t exactly the gym going type.

He was someone who preferred staying home playing video games or reading books. His body was never adept to the idea of working out. If anything his body was completely opposed to it. But he’d never really tried doing it for more than a month. That’s not mentioning how he preferred watching the bodybuilders on youtube do it to. ‘It’s just motivation,’ he’d tell himself with one hand on the keyboard and another down his pants. 

Somehow Ben had got him to go last night. After the months of heckling Ben finally convinced him. But after last night he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to go back. Ben had run Andrew so ragged through a workout that he found lifting his arms up to be a chore. “That’s just a sign of a good workout,” Ben had said with such a wide grin on his face. 

Andrew shook his head trying to get that out of it. He was already late and there wasn’t nearly enough time to do what he normally did when he thought about Ben. After meeting the big guy it was hard to get him out of his head. He clearly loved working out and often wore shirts that were about a half a size too small on him. But being 6’6” and stacked with muscle Andrew couldn’t imagine how hard it had to be shopping for something his size. The mere foot in height difference was enough to make him wonder how Ben was able to find any clothes at all. 

“Stop it,” he scolded himself as he waited for the bus. It would be a little while before the next one came. Andrew looked around the street and saw a couple of guys huddled around a wall. At first he ignored it thinking about how he didn’t want to get involved. It was something he didn’t like to do. But he saw them closing in and noticed a pitched up tent against the wall. “Damn it…” Andrew groaned remembering the homeless man who lived there. 

The guys seemed to be having a pretty good time as they went through his stuff. Andrew finally had enough. “Hey!” he shouted. His body still hadn’t left the bus stop but the guys looked up. Even from the distance he could see their snickering faces. “What are you guys doing?!” Andrew tried to seem more intimidating but if anything it came off as cute. 

Two of the guys started walking up to him. He could feel their menacing presence. “You gonna stop us?” one of them threatened. The other’s eyes darted up as they saw a police officer turn the corner. 

“Don’t,” the other pulled him away and they gathered their other friend and started walking the opposite direction. The officer didn’t miss a step as he didn’t even know anything was going on.

“Morning,” the officer said politely tipping his hat.

“Morning…” Andrew uttered back watching the officer walk down the street. He let out a sigh of relief knowing that he was just saved from getting his ass kicked. The thought of coming into work all bloodied and bruised made him more nervous. “At least I’d have a reasonable excuse for being late…” he joked. A little levity came back to his system even though he could barely stop shaking. Even the smaller one of the two was at least twice his size. 

Suddenly Andrew felt a poke to his back, “Thank you.” The older man said. His worn out clothes and disheveled look scared most people off. “Thank you,” he repeated.

“Uhh… Not a problem,” Andrew gave a nervous laugh. “Didn’t really do much though… Pretty sure they were going to kick my ass then go right back to you.” 

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But you still did something. I want you to have this.” He held out his closed hand and waited for Andrew to put his underneath it. When Andrew did so he opened up his palm and pressed against it. “What do you want?” instantly a thought shot through Andrew’s head. ‘I want to be bigger.’ The old man smiled. “It’s decided.”

“Huh??” Andrew uttered completely confused. The old man raised his and Andrew expected to see something there but there was only a little pressure point where he could feel something pressing down on him. “You’re welcome?!” he shouted back even more confused. He could have sworn he heard the old man let out a bit of a chuckle but the bus had just arrived and he hopped on it. If he’d missed this one it’d be at least another 30 minutes before the next one came.

“So weird…” Andrew said to himself. He was still a little confused about what all had just happened. It all seemed so fast and then that guy ‘gave’ him something. It was weird how once he was asked, ‘what do you want?’ he instantly knew he wanted to be bigger. It was weird thinking about. But that was one of his biggest desires. Looking at guys like Ben he always envied that they were so much bigger than him. His bigger arms. His bigger chest. His bigger…

Andrew scolded himself again knowing exactly where his mind was going. He still hadn’t seen that but his own started to grow bigger in his black pants. He eased it down trying to ignore it. But let out a bit of an uncomfortable laugh. He wiggled around trying to get comfortable again but found it a lot harder to do than usual. He groaned and figured it was just because of the old bus seats.

When he arrived at work he was only going to be about 15 minutes late. He knew his boss was going to make a bigger deal out of it than needed. Mr. Banks always had a bit of a problem with that. Something small would be blown so much out of proportion that it made work more stressful. But any attempt to calm Mr. Banks down would let to an even bigger meltdown by his boss. 

Andrew pulled at his collar. For some reason his shirt felt like it was really tight right now. This morning it had fit him so well and now it was pulling at his neck. He brushed it off and entered the elevator. His eyes couldn’t help but catch his reflection. “Guess that workout did more for me than I thought,” he laughed to himself flexing in his shirt. Looking at his reflection he could almost feel like his body muscles were pressing more against the fabric. 

The elevator doors opened. “Andy! There you are! Mr. Banks has been looking everywhere for you!” Ben rushed me out of the elevator but tried to keep my head down. “I told him you were in the bathroom. Just say you had bad sushi. At least that’s what I told him. He seemed sympathetic but you know that only goes so far.” He pushed Andrew down further thinking he saw Mr. Banks. “You’ll be in bigger trouble if he catches you. So stop being late!” Ben hissed as he pushed Andrew into the bathroom. 

With a light laugh Andrew walked further into a stall and flushed the toilet. “Whatever… I’m not that late... They’re just making this a bigger deal than it had to be. There’s no way we’re going to miss out on the client today. Ben and Andrew had pretty much sealed the deal already. The presentation they were supposed to be showing was just a formality. Now they just had to go through the motions and they’d have an even bigger client than the Wellman Group.

As he finished the thought he couldn’t help but loosen up his tie. “Jeez…” he groaned finally able to breathe again. “What’s wrong with my clothes today?” There was never a time in his life where he had to loosen the top button of his shirt. “Did my clothes shrink or did that one gym session make me that much bigger?” he joked. But as he said it the top button felt like it was strangling him even more. “Huh?” the shirt felt like it was bothering him even more. “I don’t get it. There’s no way it should be this tight,” he told himself. Looking in the mirror he didn’t feel like there was that much difference but his shirt had never fit him this tightly.

Looking over he spotted a scale on the ground. “I mean… I could try it…” He stepped on it and watched the red letters light up. ‘147.’ “WHAT THE?!” he laughed it off as he stepped off the scale. That was nearly 17 pounds more than he should have been. There’s no way he should have weighed that much. “There’s no way I’m that much bigger,” he laughed at the idea again but now it read 148. “Is this thing saying I’m even bigger?” 

The numbers shot up to 150. “What the!?” Andrew undid the top button of his shirt. It was really starting to strangle him. He stepped off the scale and tried to rationalize it. “I’m just dreaming… I really did have bad sushi last night… The scale’s broken… There’s just no way I can be that much bigger…” He stepped on the scale again. ‘151’

“What the hell’s happening to me?!” Andrew shouted. He clamped his mouth shut realizing where he was. “I’m bigger!” As he said the word he could feel his shirt tightening around his neck and wrists again. The buttons on his cuffs looked like they were about to lose their grasp. He unbuttoned them and rolled them up his forearms. Looking at his reflection he could tell his body was bigger.

Andrew groaned again feeling his shirt tighten even more. “I can’t even think that I’m…” he tried to stop himself but the growth began again. He groaned feeling the fabric bunch up even more around his shoulders and arms. He turned around and looked at his butt that stuck prominently from his back side. His body relaxed but he could see the change in his chest. What was completely flat was now pushing up against the shirt he was wearing. Unbuttoning the shirt completely he had to see what he looked like. 

“Woah…” he couldn’t help but have at least a little bit of a grin as he looked at his body. “I am bigger… Damn it.” But scolding himself didn’t really do much. All he could do was admire his body. What had been so small and weak had at least a little bit of definition on it. There was a new size on his arms and chest he’d never been able to experience before. Even flexing slightly he could see the bump of his bicep push up against his undershirt.

Ben coughed loudly, “Having fun?” There was a bit of a playful tone in his voice. “I know I worked out hard last night but real progress takes more than a day.” 

“I know that!” Andrew shot back. “I’m just seeing something…”

Ben rolled his eyes, “alright Andy but Mr. Banks wants to see you now. He says the groups going to be bigger than we expected. Instead of using the McMillian conference room we’re going to use the bigger one at the end of the hall.”

Andrew groaned as he heard that word two more times. He’d figured he’d gained about another three pounds when Ben said it. “Alright…” he started putting his shirt and tie back on as he went to the bathroom door.

“Also make sure you mention the sushi. He’s a little mad but I know it’s happened to him before. Just pretend you’re a bigger baby than him and it’ll be fine. He’s too distracted by the Wellman Group to care right now,” Ben gave Andrew a slap to the back sending him off to the direction of Mr. Banks’ office. 

It was odd walking down the aisle. No one seemed to notice or pay attention to the fact that his clothes weren’t fitting him right. More noticeably his pants, which were now pulled up around the bottom of his shins. Instead everyone just gave him the same smile and nods they normally did. He walked a little awkwardly feeling them so high up. But if no one else was going to say anything he wasn’t about to either.

With a knock to the large wooden door, Andrew peered his head into his boss’ office. “Mr. Banks?” he entered a little more. “Ben said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes,” Mr. Banks said curtly. “Sit. I need you to be prepared today. The Wellman Group is far bigger than any group we’ve ever had. I need you to be prepared. Are you ready? You and Ben are some of our best salesmen and I need you to be ready. Ben said you two have been working hard on the presentation. And if we can get them I can promise the two of you will have bigger offices. Bigger bonuses. And bigger paychecks.” With each pause he made to emphasize just how extravagant the raise was going to be.

However, Andrew groaned each time he’d said that one special word. He was doing his best not to think about it but he could feel his tight clothes tightening even more around his frame. The buttons around his sleeves had undone themselves while his legs felt like they were constrained in tights. He gripped his stomach trying not to sound like he was uninterested but that he was just in pain. 

“Bad sushi?” Mr. Banks asked. “Gotta be careful with that stuff. I know whenever I go my eyes are far bigger than my stomach. End up filling my plate too much and wanting something bigger. Till I eat it of course. Then I just wish I had a bigger stomach…” He added a laugh trying to lighten the mood. 

“Yes sir,” Andrew groaned out again. He could feel the shirt stretching more and more against his widening back. “I know what you mean. But I think it was just some bad fish or something… Is there anything you needed me to know?”

“Always a go getter!” Mr. Banks slapped Andrew on the back. “That’s what I like about you! Bigger things are in your future I know it!” He slowed down and went to a more serious tone. “So Mr. Wellman is bringing his son and several more staff. We’re going to have to use the bigger conference room. Move the chairs to the sides and let the table be in the middle. I don’t think there’s going to be more than 15 people…” Mr. Banks trailed off wondering who all was actually going to show up. “But besides that it should be fine. Maybe a bit cramped but we don’t have anything bigger.”

It was difficult but Andrew was able to keep his groaning down. He smiled through the pain feeling his belt digging into his sides and his feet pressing deep into the front and sides of his black shoes. There already wasn’t much give to them and right now he thought they were at least two sizes too small. He couldn’t think about what Mr. Banks had just told him only that they needed more room. “Yes sir,” he said dutifully. If anything he could just go ask Ben what all they needed if he had any questions.

“Glad to hear it!” Mr. Banks said. Andrew stood up and realized he was a lot taller than he thought he was going to be. It gave him a bit of a dizzy spell just thinking that he was almost looking his boss in the eyes. Mr. Banks had always said he was about 6’1 and right now they were almost eye level. Sure Andrew was still looking up but compared to a head size difference this one or two inches didn’t seem like anything.

Andrew accepted the pat on the back and headed to the door. Mr. Banks always had to say one last thing before someone left his office. “Just remember you’re off to bigger and better things. Bigger and better!” he emphasized. 

“Uh-huh…” Andrew groaned. He couldn’t believe how tight everything on him felt. Just walking down the aisle he felt like he was about to burst out of his clothes. He passed one of the offices and saw a pen on the ground, bending over to pick it up he could hear a loud distinct rip. His pants had split down the back. He could tell. “Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.” He rushed even faster to the bathroom holding the back of his pants. “In need something bigger!” he clamped his mouth again. But looking up at his reflection he couldn’t help but stare in awe. “Holy… I’m so much bigger…” Just uttering that word made the tear down his back even bigger. He stepped on the scale again and watched the red numbers light up. “180 pounds…”

Part of him was just too amazed to even care about that right now. Staring at his body he couldn’t help but feel amazingly confident. He could see his muscles rippling through his sleeves and felt like he could show off. His biceps pressed tightly against the fabric making it look like it could rip at any second. “Bigger,” Andrew said. He wanted to tear out of it. “Bigger,” A second button came undone as his chest became even broader. “Bigger.” His shirt lifted out of his black pants showing off the Adonis belt. “Bigger.” The shirt sounded like it was stretching. “Bigger.” Not fast enough. “Bigger!” He flexed harder. “Bigger!” He flexed even harder. “Bigger!” The shirt tore along his sleeves unable to contain the size of his arms. 

All the way around his arm up to his shoulder the dress shirt tore a new hole down each arm. He could see his skin through it and proudly flexed even more. Then he looked down at his thighs, realizing his pants had done the exact same thing. The blank pants he was wearing was far too small for him. Even his belt was tightening around his waist. It’s not like there was any fat there just he had grown taller and his hips had naturally widened. “I’m so much bigger…” he grinned. With that the front of his shoes gave way finally allowing his toes to wiggle more freely. He could see his black socks pointing out of the front of his black shoes. 

But that was quickly followed with the realization that he was now nearly down to his underwear in his office bathroom. “Shoot!” he said looking over his straining sleeveless shirt and underwear. The boxer briefs were straining against his thighs. 

‘I still needed to test it,’ he told himself know perfectly well that he just wanted to. Taking off what remained of his shoes he stepped onto the scale again. ‘205’ His mouth dropped. “H-h-holy shit!” he cursed. That was a dream number. That was beyond a dream number his dream self would dream about. “205! How am I that big??” he tried to calm himself down but that was more than 70 pounds more than he weighed in the am. He stepped off the scale. “Bigger.”

‘207’

“Bigger.”

‘209’

“Bigger.”

‘211’

“Bigger.”

‘213’

“What am I doing?!” he realized he was lost in thought just trying to get even bigger. “This isn’t good. This isn’t good. I get like 1% bigger every time I hear or think the word bigger…” He paused. “Damn it! Why can’t I stop saying bigger!” he grabbed his head angrily realizing he’d just said it again. He couldn’t help it. Looking over his body right now was an absolute dream. He was as big if not bigger than any bodybuilder and just as cut. Not to mention that it looked like he was hiding a sausage between his legs.

Somehow he had firm abs tucked right underneath a thick set of pecs and in between his wide lats. He couldn’t even put his arms all the way down against his sides and touching his shoulders seemed difficult. But for some reason he loved it. He stepped on the scale. ‘224’

“Shoot!” Andrew shouted. He’d been so focused on getting bigger that he didn’t realize how much bigger he was getting. He looked over at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Just a few seconds ago the clothes he was wearing were tight. Now they were in tatters going all the way down his arms. 

Mr. Banks always had a very strict dress code and you always had to fit into it. But right now he couldn’t. There was nothing in his cubicle that could possibly be big enough to both fit the dress code and fit him. “Dang it! Now I’ve got an even bigger problem!” He clamped his hands over his mouth feeling the two and a half pounds add to his frame. He could see that his arms were even bigger. 

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.” It was almost a game now. Just the thought of being bigger kept making him want to use the word to describe himself. He knew it was wrong but it felt so right. His body looked so good and he couldn’t help but notice the heavy sausage hanging between his legs. “Even that’s bigger…” he said in awe. He clamped his mouth shut feeling the added muscle again.

“But what am I supposed to do…?” he asked his reflection. He knew he needed to find something to wear. Something bigger than he had in his office. But then his mind went to Ben, probably the only guys still bigger than him in the entire office. He could get some of Ben’s clothes. But the thought of running across the office to Ben’s cubicle in the nearly nude worried him. 

“All I have to do is keep my head down and no one will notice me,” he said to his reflection again. But looking over his body he couldn’t help but wonder if that would actually work. It’s not like he could hide behind the water cooler or something. But he couldn’t exactly hide in the bathroom all day either. It was make a break for it or go home. And he wasn’t about to go home. 

He opened the bathroom door and dropped for the floor. He kept his knees bent and made his way quickly through the lines of cubicles. Despite his added size and weight he could still easily move through everything. But as he passed there was a slight breeze bouncing off his bigger body. He finally made it to Ben’s cubicle. “Thank God… He’s not here…” Andrew grabbed his extra shirt and pants and put them on as quickly as he could. 

He’d never felt like the cubicles were that small but now he understood what Ben always complained about. Thing is Ben was still bigger than him. He shook his head realizing he’d just done it again. 

“Hey,” Ben was looking down over his cubicle wall. “Whatcha up to?”

“Uhhh… Just looking for you. You’ve still got your notes right?” Andrew just needed an excuse. 

Ben grinned. “Course I do. I’m ready to knock this out!” He threw a couple of fake punches to the air. “We’re going to knock this out!” He looked down at Andrew’s clothes. “Trying out a new shirt?” he asked a little confused.

“Uhh… Yeah. I got something on the other one so I just pulled another one out of my office,” Andrew lied.

“Looks good man,” Ben said. “Looks real good…” He seemed to zone out as he said it.

“You boys ready?” Mr. Banks snuck up behind Ben. Andrew stood at attention as did Ben. They didn’t  realize that he was right behind them. Then Andrew noticed how thin Mr. Banks’ hair was getting. Then he realized that he was looking down at his boss. ‘I’m over 6’1”…?’ he thought to himself. Mr. Banks looked up and down him, “That a different shirt you were wearing this morning?”

“Yeah…” Andrew sighed.

“Think you need to be a little bigger if you want to wear it,” Mr. Banks laughed.  “Oh well… It doesn’t look too bad on you. Just a little too big.”

“Don’t worry Mr. Banks. I’m going to be taking him to the gym and getting him even bigger when we’re done with this,” Ben gave Andrew a firm punch to the arm. He barely even felt it. Even though he knew Ben took it lightly on him he couldn’t really feel the punch. That’s when Andrew realized that the shirt fit around his arms and shoulders fairly well. He just had to tuck a little more into his pants than he was used to.

“Glad to hear it boys. Now head off and get ready. I want you two to be in perfect condition. I know they already like you but go make an even bigger impression!” He slapped the guys on the back and sent them off to the conference room. 

Andrew set up the slideshow while Ben stood up front. The projector booted up and the start title of the presentation lit up the wall. They could hear Mr. Banks in the distance meeting with the Wellman group. His excited tone always filled the office. “Ready?” Andrew asked. 

“As I’ll ever be,” Ben sighed. He took a deep breath and faked a smile as the conference room doors open. “Welcome. Sorry about the size. This is a bigger group than we expected.” The group shuffled in and there still were a few who had to stand. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Mr. Wellman said. “We brought so many people without even telling you. I’m not about to make this a bigger deal than it has to be. The faster we get started the faster we get to go to lunch,” he grinned. “And I do love me some lunch.” Mr. Wellman pat his large belly and leaned more into his chair. The rest of the group gave him a bit of a laugh trying to keep the situation light. “Go on. I won’t make this take any longer than it has to.”

Ben’s smile softened to a more genuine one. He looked far more comfortable as he stood in front of the large group of people. Mr. Wellman seemed to have a calming personality to him. 

“Alright! I’ll get started then,” Ben said with a bit of enthusiasm. “So as you all know we deal well with finding bigger markets for you to do business in.” 

As Andrew heard the word his heart started to race. ‘Shoot! I completely forgot what the presentation was about! How many times is he going to say bigger? Shit! I can’t think about…’ he was about to think of the word again but barely stopped himself. His mind turned back to the presentation as Ben was up there talking. He tried to keep his hands on the keyboard to adjust the slides but each time Ben uttered the word bigger he couldn’t help but notice a change. Bigger revenue streams. Bigger businesses. Bigger cliental. Bigger. Bigger Bigger. It was like it was his favorite word. Each slide used bigger at least once.

Ben’s clothes were almost fitting him tightly. Someone who’d he’d always seen as so much bigger was now smaller than him. ‘Shit…’ he groaned feeling the dress shirt tight around his arms. Andrew tried to keep it down but knew that was nearly impossible. The thought shot through his head again as Ben started talking about their bigger deposits at the end of the day. He was bigger than Ben. He could feel it. 

His dick grew hard as he thought about it more. What he’d been so nervous about was now in the back of his mind. Now he had a bigger issue to think about. The clothes he was wearing grew even tighter as another two and half pounds added to his body. He could feel the pants tighten around his thickening quads and pull up his shins again. He knew he couldn’t wear normal shoes anymore. 

Even the socks he was wearing started straining against his growing feet. They were closer and closer to bursting right off of them the longer the presentation went on. He could feel his body pressing harder against the fabric. He didn’t know what Ben wore but figured it had to be at least XXL if not XXXL. And right now he could feel those seems starting to tear apart. 

Andrew already couldn’t use the top button but now the second and third were threatening to come undone as well. His chest pushed further out in front of him pushing the two connected pieces farther apart. He could feel the sleeves straining against his growing arms. They were past twenty inches now. At least twenty-two defined inches. His body flexed on instinct feeling the clothing closing in on him. He couldn’t believe he was going to be naked in front of the entire company. 

How could he explain what was going on. Then he heard the first rip. His left bicep had torn the sleeve wide open. Then his right. The buttons on his shirt had undone themselves all the way down to his belly button. Just moving around made the shirt tear even more. He pulled his arms up and they burst free from their confines. 

In his distracted state he didn’t even notice his pants had fallen down to his legs. His increased height had naturally widened his waist so they burst from their confines and fell to the floor. Even though he still had firm six pack abs his hips had naturally widened as well. The only way he’d have a thinner waist would be to cut away at bone. 

“And that’s the end of the presentation,” Ben smiled as the black screen appeared against the wall. “Andrew why don’t you come up here. We’ll answer any questions you might have.” Andrew tried to hide himself behind the computer desk but his 300 pound muscular body was bigger than it. “C’mon Andrew don’t be shy. You helped me with this presentation and if Mr. Wellman has any questions I know you’ll have just as good, if not better answers.”

Andrew slowly got up from behind the desk. He felt weird being naked in front of everyone but no one seemed to say anything. Moreover, the closer he got to Ben, the harder he got. He was bigger than Ben. That’s all he could think about. He was so much bigger than Ben that he could flex out of his clothes. Someone who he’d envied for so long. He was bigger. 

He turned around, dick pointing directly at the crowd. “Any questions?” No one said a word. A 6’8” 308 pound giant muscular man stood in front of them all with a hard dick pointed at them. Not a single one of them had a question or comment. 

“Well!” Mr. Wellman said. “I think it’s time for lunch!” 

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” another one from the group said. They all went to talking to each other as though nothing had happened. Their jovial almost normal tone just he stood there. They started shuffling out of the room and headed for lunch. Mr. Banks gave a thumbs up as he left the room congratulating them on a job well done.

Andrew and Ben sighed at the same time. “Holy shit!” Ben said unexpectedly pulling Andrew into a hug. He reached up and pulled Andrew down to his level and gave him a kiss. A very long passionate one. Ben’s tongue force its way into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew felt his body go weak and he pressed more weight on his friend. “Hey there big guy, if you’re going to pass out you’ll need something else to fall onto,” Ben said pulling away.

“Huh?” Andrew finally realized what had just happened. “Sorry…” he said. “Did you just kiss me?!” The shock finally hit his brain as he thought about what had just happened.

“Maybe I did… Andy,” he added the coy jab at the end. “It was a job well done.” He gave Andrew a quick jab to the arm. 

“Yeah but… Err… ok… But ummm… I didn’t know you…”

“You really are that dumb aren’t you,” Ben said pulling him in again. He’d taken his chance as Ben’s mouth still hung open stupidly. The guy didn’t know what was going on. He could just feel his dick get harder as he felt the other man rubbing his big hands against his body. Andrew’s instincts took over and he pushed Ben against the wall. Someone who he was half the size of this morning, he could move almost effortlessly. 

Andrew’s hard dick rubbed up against Ben’s legs and sides. Ben had to play a little catch up as he was still fully clothed. Button by button they were able to get him down to a more proper attire. Their naked bodies rubbed up against each other. Andrew could feel his tight muscles and continued to push even more. Their dicks rubbed up against each other’s and he could feel himself coming close. Just the thought of having Ben so close to him was enough. He tried to contain it but the feeling was too powerful. 

His dick sprayed cum all over Ben’s torso while Ben’s did the same to him. They were currently covered in each other’s spunk as they slide down the wall onto the floor. Their legs tired from both the stress of the presentation and the joy of things to come. 

“That was…” Andrew panted. 

“That was something…” Ben replied. 

Andrew put his arm around his partner and leaned in for another kiss.