‘Do you want to go for a spin in it?’

‘Can I drive it?’

Christian had followed Matthew outside to have a look at Lukas’ car. Christian liked cars, and he knew all about the Maseratti, knew what model it was, and how much it would have cost. Matthew supposed he would have preferred it to his Alfa, though Christian said he preferred that, preferred the way it looked, even if it was a few years old.

Christian drove in a way that Matthew didn’t understand, like people on TV shows drove, throwing the back of the car into a spin and screeching the tyres when they turned out of Christian’s street. Matthew didn’t understand how to do this, and didn’t want to try. He knew his father was half-right when he said that Matthew wasn’t a safe driver, because there were times when Matthew scared himself, even once, in the Mercedes, which was ten or fifteen years old, screeching to a stop at a set of lights and losing control. He had only just avoided hitting the car beside him.

When they pulled back into Christian’s drive, Matthew’s heart was pounding, but Christian had a smile on his face.

‘It’s pretty crazy,’ he said.

Matthew nodded.

When he got home – back to Lukas’ – Lukas was making a model aeroplane, an aeroplane that had come out of a kit. He had glue, and little tins of paint, and had it all set up in his study, on a plain deal table, as though he was a little kid, at work on his favourite hobby.

‘What are you doing that for?’

‘I was bored.’

That night, Matthew didn’t sleep in Lukas’ bed. When he had woken, this morning, the back of his hand had been pressed against Lukas’ hard cock, and he had opened his eyes to find Lukas staring at him, looking at his face with adoration. Matthew had been dreaming that he was in bed with a girl.

He had jumped, and got out of the bed quickly.

‘Aren’t you going to sleep in here?’

‘I don’t want to,’ Matthew said, when it was time for bed. ‘You’ve got a cock, Lukas. I hate it. You need to get rid of it.’

Lukas nodded, but said nothing. He put his hands between his knees, and stared at the carpet.

In his bedroom, Matthew started looking through the boxes in the corner, looking for his ruler. He wanted to see, after what Christian had said to him, whether his cock really was getting bigger. He didn’t suppose it could be. There had to be a limit.

He found the ruler. It was poking out of the side of the box in the corner. He peeled his jeans down to his thighs, peeled his jockstrap down, and waited for his cock to fill up. It was pretty well hard all the time now. The only way to keep it down was to keep it squashed right up in the tight jeans, like he had been doing. It was uncomfortable. It hurt like hell. But there wasn’t any other way. If he released it, and angled it up, it got hard straight away, and it was way too obvious. And then he couldn’t get the thing to go down again without pulling himself two or three times in a row.

Matthew laid the ruler along the top of his cock. It had been just over nine the last time he had measured it, and now, incredibly, it was nine and a half. That was ridiculous. It was only a week since he’d measured it. How could that be possible? he wondered. He had looked on the net, the day before yesterday, looking up average dick sizes, and had found that the average size was something like five and a half inches. Guys didn’t have nine and half inch cocks.

Maybe it was just bloated, he said to himself. Maybe it was just stretched from being erect so much, and it would go down again once he had stopped taking the tablets. He measured the circumference. Five and three quarter inches. No wonder Lukas had been complaining. Matthew figured he could pretty well split Lukas open if it got any bigger. That would be kind of funny, to see Lukas holding his bleeding arse.

Matthew bent forward and looked at his cock, and then he frowned at his nutsack. Man, that looked bigger too. He held his balls in his hands and weighed them, feeling them. If only there was some way to measure them, so that he could be sure. He stretched one into the end of his sack, so that he could see it, and bent forward to look at it closely. It looked like a plum. He had said that jokingly once, but now it really was that big. He looked at the other one. It was the same. They looked full, like they were full to bursting point.

He swallowed, and left them alone. He stood back up and put the ruler away.

He would have to finish with the tablets. If he started on four, in the morning, then he would finish them quicker. He only had twenty-six left, and three a day weren’t making him feel that good anymore. If he went up to four, then he would have enough for…six and a half days. Maybe he should take five for a couple of days, then drop back to four. In six days then, in seven days, by next Saturday, by this time next week, he would be off the tablets. Next Saturday would be his first day off them, and he wouldn’t be able to get anymore. His cock would go back to normal. And he wouldn’t have an erection all the time.

He would miss it, in a way, but he couldn’t keep taking them. He figured he was blowing something like twenty or twenty-five loads a day. There was no way that was normal.

In the morning, he took five of the tablets, and felt them come on strong, making him feel like they had used to do when he had first started taking them. After pulling himself in the shower, and pulling himself again when he was drying himself, he crammed his cock into the smallest jockstrap he had and pulled it up high. His balls were straining at the sides, trying to get out of it. He pulled the tight jeans on, pulling them right up, like he had to, and feeling the seam go into his arse crack. He buttoned them, and strained to do the zipper up at the front, squashing his gear in with one hand while he pulled the zip over it.

He sat down on the bed to put his runners on and felt his eyes watering. Man, he hated that feeling.

After breakfast, when he got back upstairs again, he took his jeans and his jockstrap off and asked Lukas if they could bolt the door into the wing. Lukas said okay, and Matthew walked around in his socks and T-shirt, and with his erection standing out.

It was raining, and Matthew decided to read. They wouldn’t be doing anything today, and he started on The Catcher in the Rye, which he had been told was good, and he was twenty or thirty pages into it when Lukas came into his room.

‘Do you want to do something?’ Lukas said.

Matthew had been ignoring his erection. He was lying in bed, and it was tenting the sheet, but he wanted to do something normal, like just read. He was sick of pulling himself all the time.

‘What like?’ he said, not looking at Lukas.

‘Let me suck your cock or something.’

‘If you want,’ Matthew said.

‘Suck your cock?’

‘Okay.’

Lukas didn’t move and Matthew frowned at him, turning his head away from the book.

‘Well just do it.’

Lukas nodded and moved. He got under the sheet, and Matthew went back to wondering what Holden was going to do next. He turned the page, and felt Lukas’ lips around his head. He frowned, and tried to concentrate. And then he blew his load and Lukas came up from under the sheet wiping the come off his lips.

‘Can I fuck you?’ Matthew said, frowning at the page.

‘If you want.’

Lukas left. He went to the bathroom like he always did, and came back again after ten minutes or so. Matthew didn’t know what he did, and didn’t want to know.

Lukas came back. He closed the door and stood beside the bed.

‘Can you just sit on it?’ Matthew said. ‘This is really good.’

Lukas nodded and moved forward.

Matthew tossed the sheet to one side. He put the book down and helped Lukas while he straddled him, having to angle his cock up so that it went into Lukas’ hole. As usual, Lukas was perfectly clean, and his arse was full of lubricant.

He sat down slowly, making a whole series of faces as he did it.

‘Go down all the way,’ Matthew said.

Lukas did, opening his mouth and breathing through it. He didn’t look very comfortable. He looked like he was sitting on a hot poker. And he had no nuts. Matthew smiled.

He picked the book up, and went back to reading, though by the time he’d found his place, he’d already come into Lukas’ arse.

‘Do you want me to move up and down?’

‘If you want,’ Matthew said, concentrating on the page.

He came again, when he was turning the page over, though Lukas didn’t seem to have noticed.

He read on.

After a minute or so, Lukas started making noises, his ‘I’m about to come’ noises, but Matthew ignored him. He looked up, as Lukas orgasmed, and saw what looked like a thimble full of precum jerk itself out of Lukas’ cock, but that was all.

Matthew smiled, and went back to reading. Lukas was pretty fucked now. No nuts. And he wasn’t even blowing blood.

‘Can you just sit there?’ Matthew said, when Lukas started to get off.

‘Do I have to?’

‘Can you just do it?’

Lukas nodded. He sat down, and started playing with Matthew’s navel, running his fingers around it, and pressing his thumbs into it, while Matthew blew load after load into his arse, reading his book, and thinking that five tablets was good. He’d stick to five until they were finished.