So, by now I'm sure you've heard of Rejuvenex. It's only the Drug of the Century. Essentially, it's changed the face of our entire society. Every man over the age of 55 will turn into a muscle god over the period of just a few weeks and less than half of them will get younger looking. Results vary. Sometimes you will have a 20 year old looking stud who looks like he plays college football but he's really someone's great grandfather. The older the individual, the more powerful the effects Rejuvenex will have. And yes, if a man starts taking Rejuvenex at 55, he'll buff up, but then over time he will continue growing until he peaks. Height tends to peak at 7 feet, although most don't reach quite that far...yet. In 20 years, it's likely that a majority of Rejuvenex users will reach that height. But for now, there's a scale. Ten percent look chronologically 40 to 50 years old. That's in appearance only. Fifteen percent will look 30 to 40. Ten percent 20 to 30. And a special 5 percent will look anywhere between 15 and 19. Scientists have said it has something to do with telomeres, whatever those are. But there was an additional side effect that the makers of the drug never anticipated. They had created the fountain of youth and the world was in a tailspin. Some countries had banned it. Most had severely regulated it so that it was never over the counter, and for good reason. You see as elderly men across the planet celebrated not only newfound youth, but also having the muscular bodies of jock gods, somewhere along the way other people were bound to try it. Adult men would take it to no affect, of course and nothing they did would stimulate the amazing and unprecedented growth that was occurring in their elders. But then a few teens got their hands on it and...well...if they haven't reached puberty yet and the body hasn't begun to produce sperm, they would apparently also shoot right into adulthood. And with them, at least half would look about between the ages of 15 and 20. Ten percent would look to be between 20 and 30. Ten percent would wind up looking as old as their dads between 30 and 40. Ten percent would look 40 to 50. 20 percent would look elderly but with huge bodies.
By now the stats are pretty well known and widely reported. Rejuvenex was the cure for unstoppable diseases. It was regulated that any adult male (it didn't work for women, unfortunately) over the age of 55 could legally obtain it, but as for pre-pubescents? Well, it didn't work for kids age 7 or below but 8 to 15 (depending on if they have or haven't started producing those hormones) would interact with the drug. So that means that for those lucky few kids that get cancer or other life threatening illnesses, they got a one stop ticket to adulthood.
At least on paper. You see, there was an illicit market to grow kids into muscle beasts. Most parents would never want this in a million years, regardless of the fact it seemed to do nothing to alter the lifespan and in fact was projected to double most people's lives. But the parents looking to get their kids into acting, singing, or who wanted their kids to get jobs so they could help the family, those parents might just get their hands on some doses. Not to mention the parents that just want star athletes. Taking into full consideration that equivalency laws mandate that kids on Rejuvenex get automatic adult privileges and rights (drinking, smoking, sex, the ability to get jobs for anyone willing to hire them) almost no parent on Earth would ever want their child "rejuved" up. Some parents whose children were being bullied were the top of the list of arrests for "distribution with intent to age progress" which was a new crime of the decade. You heart cases coming forward all the time now on that subject. Most parents who wanted a bullied kid all growed up so they didn't have to worry for their safety had found loopholes by going to countries like Cuba or Columbia where distribution to minors was fully legal. It was the new plastic surgery. Only with way better results.
Which brings me to my brother, Gregory. This is him:
So then my uncle and my parents went behind my back. I'm only a year older than my brother. He's 13, I'm 14. But I guess he hadn't started jacking off like I had yet. Because one day I came home and my mother wanted to have a very serious discussion with me and as she described how Gregory had been taken to South America, I went from baffled to incensed.
How could they do this. I screamed at her. It wasn't okay. It wasn't natural. Really I just felt betrayed. I should be the older, big brother. That was how it was supposed to be. This was going to ruin everything. It was going to ruin my life.
I got emails from Gregory. At first scared because he didn't speak Spanish but our Uncle Joe did and he was definitely keeping a watchful eye on him. Taking care of all the paperwork and making sure he was well taken care of. He was in this cool little villa with earthy red-tiled rooms and his bed had mosquito nets all over. I was so jealous because I'd never been anywhere. As the weeks progressed, he talked to us only sporadically over the phone. Mainly to Mom. One day she put him on with me and when I heard "Dave? Is that you?" I didn't recognize his voice.
"Jesus, is that really you?" A deeper voiced teen laughed in a rumble.
"Yeah, I know. It's gonna take me a while to get used to my voice, too. But...I just hope you'll uh...be okay with me when I come home. I'm starting to get big, Dave. Really big. Like I'm bigger than Uncle Joe now."
I tried to let that sink in, and couldn't. I couldn't fathom it or picture it.
"Everything is cool. I'm fine," I lied.
"Thanks," he sounded relieved. The lucky little shit! "I miss my physics AP class. I hope I don't get too far behind. I brought my book but Uncle Joe is saying I can just go for my GED when I get home since I'll be of age."
That made sense. Very few Rejuved kids stayed in school for long. It was too weird and they often felt isolated or made to feel like outcasts, though very few kids would fuck with the behemoths they had become.
"How much longer do you think you'll be there?"
"Uncle Joe says a few weeks more. Dude, I got to try beer for the first time last night! Cerveza! Don't tell Mom, though!" I sighed. I had never tried alcohol and my parents would kill me if I ever thought about it. I wanted to scream at Gregory in pure jealous rage but he really hadn't ever been my enemy. We'd always been like good friends, with me trying to be a big brother to him, and he never wanted to do anything I told him to do, even when it was for his own good. He was always trying to direct things with others but he was so unsuccessful at doing this at school. His natural instincts didn't play over very well with the school full of methheads and future prisoners that we both had to go to.
The weeks flew by. I made up excuses as to why Gregory wasn't around. He had a broken leg was a good one I usually went with.
Then one day I got the call. Gregory was at the airport. He had to stop to eat first before coming home, though.
This is a photo of Gregory (he's on the left) and his new friend who he found later from a support group of Rejuv kids, winning a trophy for wrestling. They compete with other biological adults down at the community center gym. This is how he looked when I came home asking Mom when Gregory was going to come home and I just turned the corner into the kitchen. I bumped into him. A human wall. He turned around. He had taken his shirt off, much like you see him in this photo.
"Dave!!!" He was so excited and his voice was so...booming. Gregory struggled with the instinct to hug me in mid air the way he would later hug his Rejuv "bros" and so he then realized he had to bend down on his knees. He pulled me to him. A grown man was embracing me. My grown up 13 year old brother now outweighed me by about a hundred pounds. "Isn't this great! Please say you're not mad at me! I know I'm way bigger than you now but I just HAD to do this. You have no idea what it's like. I..I..I just-"
"I get it. It's as much my fault. I wanted to stop the bullying but I can only tell so many people to go to hell. Well, fuck all the people in this shit town. No one's gonna fuck with my brother ever again. That's all I care about. So, how DOES it feel?"
"Oh my god..." He launched into details of how he grew, of how each week brought new amazing discoveries. About how he was constantly having "tall" moments. And then he started going around the house amazed he could reach the tops of all the plate shelves and boxes at the top of closets.
"Well, good. I know who I'll be asking me to help do spring cleaning," Mom piped in. "You'll be doing all sorts of chores to help work off that Rejuvenex vacation."
"Wait, are you kidding?"
"Sweetie, I need to be honest," Mom started. "You will probably have to get a job soon."
"Not right away. But we were set back quite a bit by the expense of flying you all the way to Columbia. It was cheaper than we expected but still quite a lot for a middle income family. Dave, would you mind giving us a moment to talk about this in private?"
"Sure..." I said. It was the start of many conversations that would start that way as I was no longer adult enough to hold a conversation with my little brother.
The next day, Gregory was doing chores in the yard. Mom said that as long as he wasn't going back to school, he had to "man up" and do his fair share. I took some small pleasure in this until he took off his shirt to mow the lawn. Women in the neighborhood definitely noticed him, he told me when I got home. "Dude, I'm gonna be getting women staring at me all the TIME."
"Oh come on, I know you're still not like, as big as me but whatever, can't you help me out? I can't wait to get laid for the first time! My body is a fucking sperm MACHINE now, Dave. You have NO idea."
"Sorry. I'm not saying anything right."
"It's okay. It's just...this is all gonna take some time to get used to. So what exactly is the plan?"
"I'm gonna take a night GED class to prepare for equivalency. That's next month. For now, I'll just start applying for jobs and stuff. I have to wait until I get some like, dress clothes I guess. Dad said I had to dress like a real man if I wanted a job. I hate wearing a tie! I'm gonna look stupid."
Note. He didn't look stupid. He looked like a million bucks.
"Jesus! Is that really you?"
"I know. I look like a geek."
"Seriously? Okay, Gregory. Look at me," I said. "You seriously look like you own a business or something. You look...dude I'm so fucking jealous now."
"You always loved dressing up. You're better at it than me," Gregory said fiddling with his tie.
"So are you excited?"
"I dunno what to say," he sulked. "Maybe I should never have done this." He sat on the floor and started moping. It was so odd to see a grown man acting like, well, a 13 year old.
"Okay, you look like a child and also a grown man and that's so not good."
"I don't wanna get a job! Not if it's at the places Dad was telling me about. I don't wanna work at the grocery store, Dave!"
"Oh my god, really? You look like fucking Conan the Barbarian's younger brother, not mine. You could seriously play professional sports now. Do you know what I would do to have a body like the one you just had handed to you?"
"You're just making me feel worse! You're supposed to make me feel better! You're my brother."
"Yeah, your older brother. Look, you were the one that agreed to this."
"Besides which," Dad said behind me, "We talked about you getting a job before we did this. You have to man up now. There's no going back. You left childhood behind the minute you got on that plane. So if you are having second thoughts about the adult world, it's a little too late. Now get off the floor and stop complaining and get down to that car. I'll be with you shortly."
Gregory moped out of the room.
"I was just trying to-"
"I know. I appreciate it. He's going to be a handful for a while. We all need to get him used to acting like an adult. You boys are well behaved but out of the two of you, you have the better attitude. Your brother has always been a bit negative. I'm going to really need you, Dave." My father put his hands over his face and pulled at it, which is a sure sign he's stressed.
"Okay, okay. So are you gonna teach him to drive?"
"Oh god, I have to do that eventually. Just not today. Today we're getting applications and he's going to introduce himself to prospective employers."
"Super fun." I said nodding. "So what about your job?" Dad works as a tax attorney from home.
"Oh I am taking just a few days off and then I'm going to make your brother do all this alone. I can't hold his hand all the way..."
And thus it began. Dad helped him the first two days and from then on he just dropped Gregory off at shopping centers across town. No one called back, mainly because he was being honest about being only 13. It's legal to hire a 13 year old if he has been Rejuved but not many people wanted to. Would you hire a kid to represent your business? He can barely look at people in the eye. A few weeks of this went by. Gregory was starting to get anxious and he blew up at me and dad one night. That did not go over well. He yelled at us to get off his back and he was sick of us telling him what to do, because he was a grown up now.
That did not go over well. Cue Dad hauling his ass into the other room to chew him out. Cue Gregory crying. Yes, crying. A behemoth of a 25 year old looking dude crying is not exactly fun to listen to or watch.
He came to me later. He was really depressed.
"Well, look. You just started looking for work. It's not supposed to be easy. And you have your first driving lesson soon." He perked up a bit at that. "I guess that'll be pretty cool. Oh no, I forgot Mom wanted me to mow the lawn again."
"Hey what about that for a living? You can mow lawns."
"Haha, Dave." Gregory rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm being serious. Landscapers make decent pay."
I pitched my idea to the family that night and Dad agreed to take Gregory to a few different businesses.
One week later he was hired by one of them. He was so ecstatic when he came home. He couldn't stop talking about it. He gave me a big hug and said he owed it all to me. It was weird having a new much taller little brother who still gushed about me. At least we were still close. I'd heard so many horror stories about Rejuv kids falling out with their families. I hadn't broached that subject with Gregory but I'd talked about it with my parents.
As the weeks progressed, I was busier because I got onto the track team so I had to stay after school more. I also was getting tutoring for AP history with my teacher because I was pretty sure I wanted to be a history/law double major. Gregory isn't the only smart one. I just didn't brag about it or open my fat mouth as much as he did. There was some social awkwardness on his part that led to bullying and he never shied away from saying his opinion, whereas I tended to just melt into the background. Anyway, he started to change a little bit. Hanging out with grownups made him want to act more grownup, in his own words. He told me all the time about all the cool adult friends he was making and how cool the guys at work were.
He started to take more initiative. He started helping with chores without having been asked, doing dishes and raking leaves and taking out the trash. Before it was like pulling teeth. He was lifting weights in the backyard. His body was supercharged but he felt like getting more of a challenge here and there. He started to just act more mature. He was looking other adults in the eye more and more, I noticed. He started to be more confident when talking with adults. In school, he would stammer a lot or want to voice his opinion without letting other people speak. He was becoming more aware of that, about how he shouldn't be such a motormouth. He was learning to listen to other adults. He passed his learner's permit test. His driving lessons were going well. I guess being able to reach the pedals sure helped. Lucky bastard. I was still hoping for my growth spurt. I was still a bit on the short side and I fervently hoped that I wouldn't have to wait until I was 55 and could go on Rejuv myself before growing any taller.
One night I was doing homework and he called me, his deep voice resonating. "You need to come over here. I'm at my friends house. It's nearby." He gave me directions. I rode my bike over. He told me it was important but he didn't want to talk about it with mom and dad. Then I got to his friend's house and saw my little 13 year old brother smoking a cigar! By now his features had hardened a bit so he looked to be about age 30 by now. It was unbelievable!
"A CIGAR?? Are you joking? Mom would kill you."
"That's why she can't find out. DON'T tell her!" he said with slight panic. I crossed my arms and gave him The Look. "Seriously, I've been smoking them for weeks now. It's because I'm an adult and I can do what I want now. I have a job. I'm making money. And um. I'm thinking of moving out."
"What? You can't do that! You're supposed to help pay off your share of the trip to Columbia."
"I'm going to. And then I'm going to move out, in maybe four months. I have it all worked out." He blew the smoke and it was like heaven.
"Jesus that smells good."
"Yeah? You wanna try it? I won't tell mom or dad, I swear!" He smiled devilishly. I cringed and then gave in.
"Yeah. Okay. I mean, it's cool." He handed me the cigar gingerly. I was only 14. This was so illegal. I held it in my mouth. Fumes from the cigar drifted upwards, I took a drag on it and immediately started coughing."
"Dude, you're not supposed to like breathe it, just puff on it."
"Here, take it back," I said after wheezing a bit longer. "Do you have any water?"
"Inside. I'm gonna be moving in here."
Remember that friend in the pic from before, where they won a wrestling trophy? That friend lived in the house with some other 20somethings. My brother offered me a beer. He really wanted me to "bro out" with him along with his new adult friends, who opposed giving me a beer.
"Dude, he's just a kid still. And it's a schoolnight. I don't want your parents coming over here bitching me out cause I gave a kid beer."
"Technically I am older than him," I reasoned.
"Yeah but legally he can drink, so I'm gonna ask that you don't."
"Fine. Whatever." I looked a little embarrassed so to his credit Gregory got us a couple of apple juices to drink. When we were back outside, he took his cigar from the ashtray and took a deep drag.
"Oh man I fucking LOVE cigars. They're so awesome. I love the way they feel and taste." He exhaled. God, he looked good. I had been fighting all my feelings but as I had reached puberty I had to admit I jerked off to guys and even though it was my brother that everyone thought was gay, I was the only gay brother in the family. And yeah I had started to get awkward around him.
"Well you can have them. I think I'll pass until I'm a bit older," I told him. He smoked more. God, he just looked amazing. I was so embarrassed and jealous.
"What's wrong, Dave? Are you mad or somethin'?"
"Not mad, no, not really. Just...I wish I could jump ahead like you did sometimes. I wish I could hang out with your cool friends and not be the dumb kid brother."
"Oh. Sorry. I just."
"Look, this is the thing. You're older and you're gonna hang out with grownups your own age. I'm gonna still hang out with teenagers. We're gonna live in different worlds."
"Yeah. So, like..."
"Okay, like, maybe when we're alone sometime, I can sneak you some beers and we can just relax and chill out. Would you be cool with that?" I smiled.
"Yeah. That would be cool."
It would be months before that would happen. Gregory studied hard to get his GED. He got his driver's license. He bought a crappy 15 year old car after 6 months (he was getting rides from his roommate to work and giving him gas money) that he was incredibly proud of.
Word got out fairly quickly after he got back home that he had gotten a LOT bigger. It's the sort of thing people notice. People at school just avoided the subject with me. A few curious questions from guys wanting to know if my brother was getting laid. I honestly didn't know what to say.
My brother didn't share that part of his life with me, but I found out that he had been having sex. I came over to his place (just a few streets over from our house) and I heard the moans coming from his room, and they were LOUD. Holy shit!
"UNGH. UNH. UNH. OH GOD. OH GOD. YEAH. YEAH. OH FUUUUCK. OH FUCK YEAH! YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH OH GOOOOOD!"
She was moaning and gasping and god knows what else. I only heard her but I got the fuck out of there. My brother was a huge sex machine stud and I was a 14 year old virgin and having incredibly disgusting thoughts about him.
I told him I was gay the next week. He gave me a big hug and said he'd fucking punch the shit out of anyone that fucked with me. I felt so safe in his arms. We didn't talk about the obvious fact I liked the feel of his big strong arms touching me, just how the touch of him when we sat together watching movies made me feel.
We never did anything, keep in mind. But the fact is, I was hitting puberty, gay, and my hormones were going fucking crazy. Incestuous thoughts went through my head pretty much all the time when I was around him and I kept them to myself. He was straight. I wasn't. It was just a really difficult time for me.
Gregory had decided to put college off until he could decide what he really wanted to do with his life. He was really enjoying the thrill of being an adult but he was also still changing. He started to look older every month.
He started to get even more muscular. He joined a gym. He started talking about his sex life with me and when I told him it was okay for him to talk about it he started talking about all his conquests. About all the pussy he'd been getting. Of course he didn't want to go to college yet, he'd rather bang half the girls in town first! But then he started to age more in his face. His hair got a little tiny bit gray. He said he was okay with it but I knew it bothered him. His face became even more mature, stubble filled and sensually rugged.
Most people would mistake him for a dad himself now. He looked like a dad. He had aged so rapidly and he started to attract the mothers of the girls he would have fucked before. He told me he had gone out with a milf whose daughter attended our high school. He banged the shit out of her, he told me, grinning proudly.
And then he called me one day. His voice was really serious. He was going to be 14 in only two months.
"So, I have something to tell you. I met this girl. Woman. And she's like, she's like mom's age. She's not the same one as before. She doesn't have kids. She's really nice, Dave." He sounded sorry for something.
"Gregory. What's wrong?"
"I knocked her up. The condom broke."
"We're gonna get married. I really love her. I'm gonna be her husband and I'm going to raise the child with her."
"But...but..you're like only a kid still!"
"I don't feel like a kid anymore, man. I feel like a real man now. Anyway. I wanted to tell you before I tell Mom and Dad. They are NOT gonna like this."
That was an understatement. Mom had a fit and Dad yelled at him. They told him he was too young for this. I didn't envy Gregory. He was choosing to be a 14 year old father. He said there was no way he could go to university now, at least not for a regular BA. He was looking into trade schools to become a machinist. He moved into her place. Her name was Marisa.
I still pictured him at night with his monster dick, fucking his soon to be wife (who was admittedly really hot for 37 years old) and I guess her family had some issues with him, too. Theirs was a definite uphill battle. I had my 15th birthday and he introduced me to his girlfriend. She was very nice.
But I believe my brother. He is a real man now. He has become MY big brother in many ways. We eventually got together for those beers. We had a Boys Night. His soon to be wife left us for the evening and we both got drunk watching movies. And then came the biggest bombshell of my entire life. I had never been drunk before and he cradled me in his arms. "Hey. Hey little brother."
"Hey big brother," I said, feeling his big strong arm around me, feeling the hairy forearm and wanting desperately to kiss it. We had begun to abandon thinking of me as the bigger brother, and I was enjoying it, to be honest. I didn't care what anyone thought of us as a family. I loved my brother.
"I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me."
"Okay," I muttered, watching the flickering TV screen after he muted it with the remote.
"Do you ever think about me? It's okay if you do. I think about you, too." I slowly got up.
"I...I think about guys when I jerk off. Mostly girls, but sometimes guys. Mainly big muscle guys. But I love you, little brother. You know, I've changed so much and you have been there for me all the way. I just want you to know how much I love you. How much I appreciate you. And you are so fucking hot, dude." He grinned.
"I fucking love you, too." I hugged him tight. "Your muscles are so fucking hot. Fuck." I smelled his beer breath and he brought me in closer, situated me on top of him. He kissed me. Oh god, it was fireworks. My brother kissed me and I felt dizzy like I did when I tried my brother's cigar. He immediately picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He held me in his big arms, kissing me still, tasting me and me tasting him. He was intoxicating. I loved his stubble. I pulled my tongue out of his mouth to lick it. He was in the bedroom. No one was in the house but us. He had carried me into the bedroom. He took off the white T-shirt that hugged his giant frame and I looked up in wonder. I wanted to cry I was so happy.
"You like that muscle? Huh? Huh, LITTLE brother? You like that fucking muscle?"
"Oh my god," I managed to say, in a whisper. He made his pecs dance for me.
He was on top of me, in control of me. Larger than life. A real live, grown man with muscles everywhere, and I was all his. He knew what he was doing and I didn't and that was okay. He shucked off his pants and his 8 inch dick bobbed up and down, as big as a bat. I wowed with my mouth and then he asked me to put my mouth on it. He guided me. He moaned in ecstasy. I managed to get my mouth around his head. Fuck. He tasted amazing! His cockhead throbbed in my mouth and it was the best thing I'd ever done. The feeling of how hard and salty and sweaty it was. I was instantly hooked.
He brought me up again to kiss me. He made out with me and took off my clothes, took his rugged well-worked calloused hands and yanked them off rather forcefully. He growled. "FUCK yeah, brother. I fucking love you. You want this cock, hmm? Oh, fuck. You have a nice dick, bro." We held each other's dicks for a while, just standing there next to his bed. "I want to fuck you. I'm clean. Do you trust me?"
He put me in position over the bed and slipped cold lube over my little hole. Getting ready, he grasped my sides and I felt his dick position itself. For a minute or so it hovered, and then slowly, painfully, gloriously it made its way inside me.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned, and started to slide his dick inside me. It felt amazing. He was gentle. He was slow. After about 10 minutes he told me he wanted to go faster. I let him. He was really holding back that night, I know because we've had sex a dozen times since then and he is usually just a powerfuck. He had impaled me many times since like a fucking jackhammer but that night was different. That night he took my cherry. He came inside me and as he gasped.
"Oh! OH! FUCK! OH GOD! OH DAVE, THANK YOU!" He hugged me to him with an iron arm and slowly fucked me more standing up. He was only partway in. I couldn't take all of his dick back then but now I'm proud to say I can. He was so careful and I'll always be grateful.
He wiped off the lube so I could eat the rest of his cum. He jerked off and told me to open up. I was in heaven. He gently put his dick into position as I waited for my first cum and it filled my mouth ever so briefly. I relished the taste of it and moaned. He laughed at me.
"Fuuuuck yeah, you love that, don't you?"
"Yes. Oh god you're so hot. I fucking love your muscle." I held onto him almost all night as we talked for hours and hours and intermittently made up for lost time by exploring each other with our tongues.
"So what about Marisa?"
"We're not gonna fucking tell her about this," he said, thoughtfully. I mean, fucking your brother was still pretty uncommon enough for society to want to keep that to oneself. So I got it. We had a secret life after that.
My brother got married. I was his best man. I wished I could have been there for the honeymoon more than I could say. He went to trade school and did in fact learn to be a machinist.
He's 19 now and I'm 20. I am in university and I'm really enjoying my classes. Getting straight A's.
We get together every now and then. Twice a semester but I stay with him and his wife during the summer. He has a young daughter now, age 5. We go on fishing trips to the woods, where we can have guy time together. I think Marisa suspects but she would never say. My brother for all intents and purposes is an amazingly mature man and I'm so proud of him. And I'm so lucky to get fucked by him.
Rejuvenex is a complicated matter. Everyone responds differently but the one thing it can't do is force you to act mature. My brother manned up because he wanted to. I hope I can be as big and manly as him someday. I've begun to catch up finally. He is obviously over 250 and stands at 6'2". I reached 6'1" so I'm at about his height now, which makes making out with him a lot more fun and I weigh in at 190 of taught muscle. I have a long way to go before I get to his level and I'm not going to wait until I am old enough to take Rejuvenex.
Better hold on, little big brother. I'm gonna catch up eventually.