A week later I dropped in on Jerome at his townhouse on Washington
Square. Thankfully Hyde was not there, but any hope I had of reasoning with Jerome
about his situation was quickly dashed. He was distant, evasive and as agitated
as he had been in my office. He was hiding something from me. Was Hyde abusing
him? Had he threatened him? We walked from room to room as we talked because
Jerome just couldn’t get comfortable, especially when I turned the conversation
to Hyde. Jerome kept turning the conversation to his research projects, which
had always been so esoteric that I had never been able to understand them, but
one of them sounded relevant to Hyde. Jerome had been working on something to
do with anabolism. Could Hyde have been involved in his research? Had Hyde been
part of his experiments? Had Hyde been the result of his experiments? If he
had, then Jerome could conceivably become many times richer than he already
was.
Once that day, when Jerome left the room to deal with some
urgent matter, I sat down at his desk and rummaged. Half buried under the
drifts of paper was a bound diary, which confirmed my worst fears. Jerome was
obsessed with Hyde. He said he was unable to live without him and afraid he was
becoming consumed by him. Earlier in the journal I saw references to
experiments that “created” Hyde.
When Jerome came back I wanted to confront him with what I
had learned. There was so much that was wrong with this situation. Not just
Hyde’s power over my friend; experimenting on human subjects was not ethical. But
I couldn’t because I had learned all this by violating Jerome’s privacy.
Instead I tried to learn more about Hyde.
Where is he? I asked. Gone for now, Jerome said. But he’ll
be back tonight. “I didn’t think the two of you hit it off,” Jerome said. “At
least that’s what Hyde told me. He said you were uncomfortable around him.”
“How about you?” I asked. “Are you comfortable around him?”
“Comfortable? That’s not the right word, exactly, but when
he is around I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I feel
like I’ve been dead all these years. I feel an enormous sense of – “ he stopped
himself. “Edward, I’m not sure you can understand how I feel.”
“Is he violent?” I asked.
Jerome considered the question carefully before he answered.
“Sometimes.”
“Does he hurt you?” I pressed him. “If he hurts you, I don’t
care how strong he is. I won’t allow it. “
“There’s no danger of that, Edward.”
“Jerome, how did he get so big? No one is that large. Not
even the biggest bodybuilders. Is he even human?”
“Edward, you have no idea how much muscle the human body can
carry. Hyde lifts like you and I, but he is different. He’d be enormous even if
he didn’t exercise.”
“How is that even possible? Everyone loses mass when they
don’t exercise. You’re a doctor. You know that.”
For the first time Jerome’s eyes stopped darting around the
room. He stopped fidgeting. He looked me directly in the eyes and said, “There
are many things I know.”
On the first long weekend of summer I went to a party at
Jerome’s house on Fire Island. As usual the party was packed with muscle men
enamored of Jerome’s large house, his huge swimming pool just steps from the
beach, the free flowing liquor and cornucopia of drugs. What was different this
time was that Jerome was not there – just Hyde. But even more importantly the
sexual tension was no longer just under the surface. It was out in the open
from the minute I walked in the door. If a guy wanted another guy, he just took
him in front of everyone. Half the guests were fucking and sucking. The other
half was catching their breath before joining in again.
At the center of all the action was Hyde, surrounded by the
biggest, most spectacular guys and fucking them nonstop the whole time. I
couldn’t help but watch him in action. You’ve never seen a sight like him in
your life. There’s never been a bodybuilder as big as him or a porn star as
well hung, and you’ve never seen a man as passionate, as animal as Hyde when he
fucked. Not even the token straight men Jerome invited could avoid watching and
every one of them was rock hard.
The waiters, the servers, the housekeepers did their best to
stay calm and maintain order, but even they were drawn into the scene and
couldn’t keep up with the slovenly disorder of a hundred jacked up men fucking
themselves silly.
In between sampling the assholes offered him, Hyde enjoyed
the eager mouths of two men who must have been top ranked competitive
bodybuilders though I had never seen them before in the press. They fought to
take him down their throats, but he was even bigger than I had imagined. He was
well over a foot long. Hyde held their heads by their hair and fucked their
faces as he looked around the room at the sexual carnage.
“Edward!” His eyes caught mine across the room and he
grinned at me. “Get over here. I need your help! You’ve got a big dick. Take
one of these men off me.”
His booming voice brought the attention of a few of his
sexual entourage on me. One of them reached into my swim trunks and pulled out
my hard cock. Another one nudged me into his circle until we stood next to each
other. Hyde pushed one of his suckers at me and he gladly obeyed, devouring all
of my smaller cock in an instant. It was better service than I usually got.
Usually guys told me I was too big to deep throat. My jaw dropped and Hyde took
advantage of my open mouth to lay his over it and suck my face.
Hyde was as vigorous at kissing as he was at fucking. Even
if I closed my eyes and forgot about how he looked, his mouth and tongue were
hot enough to make me swoon. But who could keep their eyes closed next to him.
In an instant I was pressed tight against his chest with only my hard cock
sticking out to the side, still getting service from one of Hyde’s friends.
Pressed against him I could feel nothing but him and the mouth on my cock. I
could think of nothing but making love to his body. I felt someone behind me
brush against my back and stick another wide cock up my ass. It was big enough
that I should have felt pain, but all I felt was satisfaction.
Hyde was still kissing me and the man behind me was still
fucking me when I came deep down the throat of Hyde’s admirer. He held me inside
him long after the last blast of hot jism, and pressed hard against Hyde. I
didn’t soften in the least. I only caught my breath.
But not for long. Hyde released me from his kiss. He stared
harshly into my eyes and then laid his huge hand on top my head and pushed me
to my knees. He presented me with his club-sized cock, slippery with his own
cum and the spit of his other admirer, and I eagerly wrapped my mouth around it
and struggled to do it justice. I say “struggled”, but honestly I was never so
motivated to do a cock justice. Holding my breath and ignoring my gag reflexes
I dove down on it, stretching my throat as I forced myself towards the root.
Hyde grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down the rest of the way,
stuffing my throat and finally making me gag, but his strong arm kept me from
withdrawing.
The next dive down that enormous cock was easier, not just
because my throat had opened up, but because Hyde yanked me towards him again.
And again. Until I was doing the service all by myself. I felt the veins in his
cock thicken. I felt his dick get as stiff as steel. I felt his crown swell in
my throat and he began to roar as his dick jerked and Hyde held my lips tight
to his bush. His hot cum poured deep into my throat.
When I came up for air, Hyde ruffled my hair with his
ham-sized hand. “Good boy!” Hyde said as he chuckled at the sight of me,
disheveled, lips red, cum dribbling from the corner of my mouth.
Before I had stood, Hyde was engrossed in the attentions of
someone else. I backed away as others stepped forward, eager to become part of
the action. I watched for a few more minutes, unable to resist the sight of the
crowd around Hyde, desperate to touch him, dying to be a part of his inner
circle. As much as it the sight of them disgusted me, I could not help getting
hard, but I rejected the attentions of his fellow spectators in the outer
circle. I drifted further from Hyde, out of Jerome’s beach house and back to
the house I had rented.
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