Wrong Steroids - Part 4

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So, after shooting that first video, Romey and I just hung around the pool for the rest of the afternoon and smoked a couple of joints. When we went out into the back yard he just stripped off his bikini panties and jumped into the pool naked.

I'd never had my clothes off in front of him before but didn't want to be the only one with clothes on well, I had been naked while we were shooting the video but that was only for a couple of minutes and I don't think he had a chance to get a good look at me. I noticed that Romey was watching me from the pool as I stood on the side and slid my shorts off. I pretended that I didn't notice the way his eyes widened in amazement as he stared at my crotch and took in the small size of my "equipment" which was almost hidden by the roll of fat that my belly had turned into.

Oh well, I thought as I jumped into the water, we make a great pair - him with his huge cock and me with my belly and big fatty Pecs. At least when he's in the water, his cock is pretty much hidden by the reflections from the surface of the water. But for me? Well, when I'm in the pool my chest just sort of floats up to the surface and there I am, with these two round swellings floating on the surface of the water in front of me.

Anyway, not a lot happened for the next couple of days except that Dad was pretty excited by the number of "hits" that his web site was getting after he added the video of Romey and me. So he asked us if he could shoot another video of us later in the week and we agreed. When Romey showed up that morning he looked very pretty in tan chinos, white sandals, earrings and several bracelets, and a yellow blouse that, that, uh, well, it looked like it covered up a pair of breasts.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he walked past me and into the bedroom that Dad had set up as the studio.  I'd already stripped off all my clothes and Romey took off his chinos and carefully folded them before placing them on a chair. He kicked off his sandals and began to unbutton his blouse. As he unbuttoned it and it began to expose his chest I could see that he was wearing, a bra! As he removed his blouse, again carefully folding it, I could see his bra and what appeared to be two breasts contained within its cups. He saw me staring at him and as he reached behind his back and unsnapped the bra, he reached down into one of the cups and pulled out a small gel-filled sack. "I'm only using A-cup breast forms right now. I don't want to get too big too fast," he lisped.

My jaw just dropped as I stared at him.

After a couple of minutes, Dad broke the silence by saying, "Well, you two can go ahead whenever you're ready."

"Go ahead?" I asked. "Like what does 'go-ahead' mean?"

"Well," he replied, "it means that you just do whatever feels good and don't worry about the camera."

So Romey took the Baby Oil and massaged it into my chest and belly as he had done before - spending a lot more time massaging and playing with my Pecs. After that he moved over in front of me, bent down slightly, and began to kiss and lick my Pecs. I was getting pretty turned on and horny from all the attention my tits were getting but then he reached down, cupped my breasts in his hands, lifted them up, and began to suck on my nipples. Oh my god, that got me so turned on that without really thinking about what I was doing, I reached down into his panties, grabbed his huge cock, and began to stroke it. So there we were, the camera was totally forgotten, with Romey sucking on my tits while I was jerking him off and both of us moaning and groaning with pleasure. I think we both came at the same time and just kind of collapsed into each other's arms. Jesus, will that video get folks hot!

For the rest of the summer, Romey and I pretty much spent our time hanging out by the pool or making out in front of the camera for my Dad.

And of course, I continued to gain weight. It's funny, but seeing me gain weight must have been a "turn on," or something, for Dad, and maybe even Romey for they sure didn't do anything to help me control my weight. Before Dad went to work in the morning he'd fix me huge breakfast eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast, and pancakes (swimming in butter and syrup of course), and I'd gorge myself till I was stuffed and then get back into bed and sleep till the early afternoon when Romey would show up and we'd hang out by the pool and work on our tans and smoke a joint or two.

When Dad got home from work we'd often go out to a restaurant for dinner always one of those "all you can eat" buffets where I'd stuff myself till I couldn't swallow another mouthful. After dinner, I'd spend the evening in the family room watching TV and after I'd digested some of the dinners, I'd consume a gallon or two of ice cream for dessert.

Oh, I guess I might have forgotten to mention that while Romey's "hung like a horse," it's not only his cock that's massive it's his balls too. Like, they're about the size of tennis balls and his sack hangs down a good six inches and swings back and forth and slaps against his legs as he walks. For one of the videos, Dad wanted to have me stand behind Romey, snuggled up against him and reaching around in front of him with my arms and taking his cock in my hands, and playing with it. Of course, he immediately got hard and the feel of that huge erection in my hands got me turned on and I began stroking him faster and faster. After several minutes his body stiffened and he gasped a little as he came and shot his semen out onto the floor in front of us for the camera to capture. Well, maybe "shot" is an understatement as three or four large jets of liquid shot out of his cock, arching through the air and landing on the floor about two feet in front of us, creating a large puddle. Man! I bet he could put out a campfire with that equipment!

The three of us were eating dinner last week, at home for a change, and Romey, who's usually pretty happy and cracking jokes, was pretty quiet and looked as though something was bothering him. "So, why the long face," my father eventually asked him.

"Uh, umm, nothing everything's, uh, fine," Romey answered in a quiet voice.

"Yeah?" my father asked. "I've seen people in a Dentist's chair that looked happier than you do."

Romey just looked at my Dad for a minute or so and then burst out in tears. So the three of us are sitting at the table and Romey's sobbing away and all of a sudden I felt so sorry for him that I slid my chair over next to his and put my arm around his shoulders and drew him over against me where he buried his head between my breasts as he sobbed away.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, he stopped crying and Dad gradually got him to haltingly tell us what had happened seems like he and his father had a huge fight that morning over his appearance and he had been "invited" to move out of the house thrown out is more like it.

After a moment Dad said, "Well, there's an extra bed in Danny's room and I don't see any reason why you shouldn't spend the night here."

So Romey spent the night with me. Like, even though we were friends and we'd been "performing" for my Dad's video camera, it was still different to have him spending the night in my bedroom. So I was in my bed on one side of the room with my back turned to him, and he was in the bed on the other side of the room with his back to me, and it was, like, both of us were trying to pretend that there wasn't someone else in the room with us. And in the morning I got out of bed first and went into the bathroom with my clean clothes and showered and got dressed and went downstairs to breakfast and Romey followed maybe a half-hour later. Now we never discussed it or anything but Romey spent the next night with us, and then the night after that. I guess that after a couple of weeks with Romey staying at our house we all just kind of assumed that he'd move in with us permanently so the following weekend Dad drove him back over to his house and waited in the car while Romey carried out the load after a load of his clothing and things and officially moved into our house.

There was a science fiction marathon on The Movie Channel yesterday and since both Romey and I liked to watch the monsters demolish New York City we were in the family room in the afternoon just sitting on the couch and commenting and laughing at the corny scenes in the movies. Since it was just the two of us, I'd just put on a tiny G-string (not that you could really see it under my belly), and Romey was just wearing a pair of panties and a tube top.

He'd been gradually replacing his small breast forms with larger ones over several week periods and was now up to a C cup size, and with the way they filled out his tube top, he really looked like a girl these days. The only "give away" was his huge cock that poked up above the top of his panties. He'd let his fingernails grow out and they were now about a half-inch long and he was tweaking my nipples with them. That was getting me pretty turned on and I kept looking over at his big cock and daydreaming about playing with it and remembering how hot and hard it had felt when I held it in my hands during one of the video sessions and then I started daydreaming about what it would feel like to take it in my mouth and suck on it.

"Well," I thought after a while, "why not find out," so I got up off the couch, spread Romey's legs, and knelt on the floor in front of him, reached forward, and freed his cock from his panties.

I leaned forward and licked its tip, enjoying the pre-cum that was dribbling from it before taking it in my mouth. As I sucked on it I began moving up and down on him enjoying the feeling of his cock in my mouth and my breasts bouncing around and rubbing on the couch and against Romey's legs. By this time Romey was gasping in pleasure and thrusting up and down with his hips, finally giving out a loud moan as he shot his cum into my mouth, nearly choking me as I struggled to swallow all of it. I mean, from that video we'd shot of me jerking him off I knew how large a "load" he'd shoot but it still felt like a fire hose had been emptied into my mouth.

"Oh Man Was That Great," Romey gasped as his breathing slowed to normal.

"Yeah, but all that exercise got me really hungry," I said as I got up and went out to the kitchen to see what kind of snacks we had available.

Well, tonight was "shop for groceries night" and since I'd awakened during the middle of the previous night feeling hungry, I'd gone down to the kitchen and pretty much cleaned out the cupboards and the refrigerator of everything but what Dad would need to fix for breakfast in the morning, so there wasn't any food left to snack on. Well, there was a half-gallon of heavy cream that I polished off but that didn't satisfy me. Then I noticed that there were still several packages of butter shoved way back on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. I pulled out one, unwrapped one of the sticks, and took a small exploratory bite of it. Hmmm, it wasn't bad, in fact, it tasted pretty good.

So I pulled all the packages out of the refrigerator, there was a little over six pounds of the butter in total and carried them back to the family room where I consumed stick after stick of the butter as we watched the movies. "Man, I don't see how you can eat that shit," Romey said as he watched me gobbling the butter. "Hey, it fills me up," I replied as I massaged my belly and burped.

After Romey had been living with us for about four weeks, he and I kind of decided that, well, since he was living with us, and since he and I had been, well, uhh, "intimate," and since he was sleeping in my bedroom, it didn't really make sense to have our beds on opposite sides of the room. So we slid his bed over against mine and ended up with one king-sized bed instead of two twin beds. The first night we slept together we were both a little nervous and he slept on one side of the bed and I slept on the other side.

But the next morning I found that sometime during the night he had moved over to my side of the bed and was snuggled up against my back with his arm around my chest. It just felt so good to feel his body against mine that I didn't say anything and just lay there, enjoying the feel of his light breathing against my neck as he slept.

Finally, he moved a little and I could tell he was waking up. He nuzzled my neck a couple of times and then kissed me and I turned over to face him and we embraced and kissed for several minutes before he whispered.

"Race you to the shower," and he jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom with me hard on his heels as we jumped into the shower together.