Around an hour later, the group finally found a relatively sufficient clearing in the seemingly endless jungle to set up camp in.
"Lucky we found it now," the still-shirtless and sweaty Alistair remarked, tossing down his pack on the untouched grass. "Another 30 minutes and we would be wandering in the dark."
"Speak for yourself," an unusually energetic Reggie responded, having arrived with Benji several moments before. "I feel like I could go for hours more!"
Despite the pervasive heat of the jungle, Reggie had never felt so unstoppable. He and Benji had maintained a rapid pace throughout their entire hike that had kept them yards ahead of the other three, who had to repeatedly remind them (in vain) to slow down. Resting his hands on his narrow waist, he smiled as he looked at Matt and Tom, who panted in an effort to catch their breath.
Looking to his left, his smile dropped slightly when he saw that Benji was breathing quite heavily next to him.
"I certainly don't," the panting boy countered with his hands on his knees. "I could fall asleep right here and be perfectly happy."
Truth be told, Benji had a slightly differing reason for being so relieved at finding a campsite. Over the course of the previous hour, the once small boy's body had continued to grow in his constricting clothes, and his increasingly engorged member was grinding against the fabric of his overly tight shorts with every stride he took. Well over a foot long at this point, it was in danger of poking clear out of the bottom of his trousers. He wasn’t nearly out of breath; rather, he was hoping to conceal his ridiculously obscene boner from the concerned man next to him.
Suspiciously eyeing Benji’s unusually large frame, Reggie pulled out his ever-present map once more and pondered it with his brow furrowed for a moment.
“We’ve headed back in a southwesterly direction away from the village,” he announced to the group.
“Uncharted territory?” Alistair asked, pulling his tent out from the pack Matt had thrown down moments before.
“It seems so.”
Alistair nodded. “Good, that’ll probably increase our likelihood of finding artifacts if nobody’s looked in this area before.”
Matt and Tom, having gone to survey the clearing’s perimeter (one never can be too careful in a jungle) and gather firewood, suddenly reappeared.
“We could care less about the artifacts right now, let’s eat!” Tom hungrily bellowed.
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As the fire burned low later that evening, the group settled down to digest a particularly satisfying meal of beans, dry bread, and jerky. Hardly appetizing, but it could be worse in a jungle.
“Has anyone seen my vest?” a yawning and still shirtless Alistair inquired as he stretched his sore muscles. “I’m worried that I must have dropped it along the hike.”
Matt and Tom exchanged a brief grin that went unnoticed by the others.
After several seconds of silence, Alistair sighed in acceptance and glanced down at his bare chest.
“Oh well,” he grumbled, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m sure I’ve got another lying around my pack somewhere.”
Looking around the group, Alistair’s eyes lingered a bit too long on Benji’s increasingly… impressive frame, which was clothed in apparel that seemed several sizes too small.
“Everyone else’s clothing holding up alright?” he tentatively ventured.
The other three sets of eyes all briefly darted to Benji’s bulging trousers, followed by a handful of affirmatory hums.
“Yeah,” Benji breathed a few awkward moments later. “Couldn’t be better.”
His eyes wandered over Tom’s powerful but sparingly clothed body next to him, and he stifled a gasp as his still-rock hard member throbbed and seemed to swell ever so slightly in his overtaxed shorts.
He could have definitely been better.
“Well,” Reggie abruptly ventured, placing a hand over his crotch as his eyes remained rooted on Benji’s trousers. “I’m going to turn in for the night if we’re done here. I’m sure we’ve got a long day of hiking again tomorrow. G’night everyone.”
With that, he hurried off to his tent.
“I’ll do the same,” Alistair yawned once more. “Until the morning, gentlemen.”
Alistair wandered off to the other side of the clearing, leaving Matt, Tom, and Benji alone in the flickering orange light of the dying campfire. The two hulking twins eagerly drank in the hyper-aroused boy between them, from his sculpted pectorals and abs that were easily seen through his near-skin-tight shirt to the overdeveloped appendage madly throbbing in his shorts. Despite the cool night air, Benji was practically bathed in sweat.
“You know… our offer from last night is still open if you’d like to stay in our tent,” Matt purred, rubbing his large hand over Benji’s hypersensitive member.
A loud moan escaped Benji’s mouth as he squinted his eyes, trying not to erupt right there and then. He hoped Alistair and Reggie hadn’t heard that.
“Yeah,” he panted through gritted teeth. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”
Mentally, he was practically screaming. He was still a virgin, and he had planned to lose his chastity to some respectable boy back home (in secret obviously), not to these two muscle-bound hunks in the middle of some jungle. However, he couldn’t deny that it was his dream come true. He also couldn’t deny that he was about to have the orgasm of the century based on the current state of his member.
Matt and Tom were practically drooling as they helped the horned-up (and undoubtedly heavy) boy to his feet and walked with him back to their tent. It was going to be a tight fit, but none of them particularly cared. Crouching as they entered, Matt and Tom closed the flaps behind Benji, isolating the three of them from the roar of the jungle night. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the stretching of fabric from Tom and Matt’s rapidly hardening members.
Unceremoniously lying on the floor of their cramped tent and tugging off their trousers over their bulging thighs, the twins were now completely nude before Benji, their hard, 8-inch members jutting out from their waists like javelins. He had once considered their lengths huge, but they now barely compared to the monster Benji was trying and failing to contain in his overtaxed clothes. Kneeling before Matt and Tom, who were lying on their backs eager to take in the show, Benji practically tore off his shirt and threw it behind him out of the tent. He was so incredibly aroused that he hardly noticed how broad his shoulders had become or how much his muscular chest now protruded from the rest of his torso.
Practically mad with lust, Benji began to claw at his shorts before he realized that it would be impossible to remove them while kneeling.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered, before sliding outside.
Facing away from the tent flap, Benji stood and hesitated for a brief second before firmly yanking down his trousers and stretched undergarments. He abruptly lurched back as the largest penis he had ever seen whipped out from his now discarded clothes and slapped against his abs. Gasping and wide-eyed in disbelief, Benji grabbed his throbbing member, realizing that he could no longer fit one hand all the way around his 13-inch appendage. Moaning softly and resisting the urge to start stroking it right there and then, he kicked off his trousers and re-entered the twins’ tent.
Kneeling before them once again, he was received with low whistles from both Matt and Tom, whose eyes widened in anticipation.
“Now that,” Matt growled in his baritone voice, “is a cock.”
While Tom grabbed his own impressive member and began to stroke it purely from the sight of Benji’s supernaturally large member, Matt crawled towards it and expertly took it in his mouth, engulfing almost the upper half.
Benji’s practically passed out from pure ecstasy at that moment, releasing another utterly primal groan and throwing his head back as his member was pleasured. He had never felt such an incredible sensation. His eyes rolled back into his head and he practically saw stars from a combination of his unusually sensitive member and Matt’s well-trained blowjob expertise. He could already feel an orgasm building, one that would probably blow Matt’s head clean off.
“Oh yeah…” Benji breathed, practically drowning in the ocean of hormones flooding his body as he ran his hands (“did they always feel that large?”) through Matt’s short hair. “Don’t stop!”
In an abrupt act of unusual force and strength from the timid Benji, he brusquely grabbed Matt’s head and forced his member further down the man’s throat as he forcefully thrust his hips forward, causing Matt to cough several times as his mouth was invaded by what was almost certainly the largest human penis on the planet.
“Take it, you big stud,” Benji growled as his handsome face contorted into a snarl, not noticing his voice crack as it dropped another octave.
That sent Tom over the edge, who moaned loudly and blasted his sizable load onto Benji’s arm.
Matt briefly came up for air. Looking straight into Benji’s lust-crazed eyes, he grinned.
“Watch me.”
What occurred in the following few moments would remain between the occupants of that tent. Let it suffice to say that if there were a rulebook for sex, the maneuver that Matt had just pulled would probably require it to be rewritten.
Half the jungle was probably awoken that night as Benji half-groaned, half-screamed at the top of his lungs, unleashing one of the most powerful orgasms in all of human history. Quickly flooding Matt’s mouth with spunk, the torrent of semen erupting from Benji’s member showed no sign of ebbing as Matt fell backward away from it. Benji continued to moan and buck his hips as spurt after spurt of semen erupted from his appendage, spraying Matt and Tom and coating the inside of their tent with white ejaculate. The twins watched in mute awe as the once scrawny boy before them put on a display of unrivaled sexual power, blasting his spunk from an unnaturally enormous penis that any man on Earth would kill to have. His muscular body spasmed as it was wracked by yet another ferocious orgasm, forcing another shout out of Benji as his member showed no sign of slowing.
“FUCK YEAH!” he roared, his voice seeming to drop once again, though it went unnoticed by any of the three.
After nearly 30 seconds of continuous orgasm, Benji’s erupting member finally began to slow and altogether stop. Out of breath and lucid for the first time in nearly an hour, Benji looked down in shock at his member that was soft (though still far from small, being around 10 inches) for the first time in days. Looking up at the twins, he couldn’t help but chuckle. They were so covered in his semen that it appeared as though someone had sprayed them with white paint and glue.
After several seconds of silence, Tom wiped some of Benji’s spunk off his face and eyed the boy’s member, which was already hardening once again.
“Up for round two?” he grinned.
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Several dozen meters away, Reggie lay in stunned silence inside his quiet tent. He could not believe what he had just seen.
Unable to ignore the groans and lustful remarks that were loudly emanating from the twins’ tent (and their effect on his unusually attentive member), he had quietly poked his head out from the inside of his tent just in time to see a bare-chested Benji emerge.
“Jesus,” Reggie thought to himself. “He’s even bigger than he was earlier.”
Though he couldn’t begin to explain it, Reggie knew that Benji was somehow growing. The skinny, shy, and unassuming boy who had joined their expedition several weeks earlier looked nothing like the buff, insanely hung sex machine that was now working his trousers down in the dimly lit jungle night, unaware that he was being watched.
Reggie gave an involuntary gasp as Benji’s cock whipped free. That was definitely larger. He half-hoped that the boy would give in and go to town on in right there and then, but he turned and reentered the tent after several moments, disappearing from view.
Sliding back into his tent, Reggie stared at the sagging canvas roof in disbelief as lustful moans began to echo across the clearing.
“How could little Benji have gotten that big so quickly?”
He was interrupted by the sound of straining fabric. After several seconds of confusion, he suddenly determined that it was originating from the crotch of his nightwear. Apparently, the auditory exhibition being put on in the next tent over was turning him on more than he thought.
Gingerly reaching into his shorts with his bracer-clad right hand, he pulled out his semi-hard member and cocked an eyebrow.
“Why does it look so... large?”
Sighing quizzically and brushing his dark hair out of his face, he shrugged his broad shoulders before letting the matter go.
“Must be the lighting,” he silently concluded. “It’s a miracle I can see it at all in these conditions.”
Resting on his back, he took his member in one hand (ignoring how it seemed to fill more of his grip than it previously had) and began to softly stroke it as he listened to Benji’s shouts and moans of ecstasy echo across the restless jungle.
Unbeknownst to the residents of either tent, a dark figure crept into the clearing as they pleasured themselves and each other that night. Pausing over Benji’s discarded clothing on the ground outside the twins’ tent, the figure snatched up his undergarments and shirt before darting off into the forest once more, curiously leaving a single pair of trousers as all that would be discovered in the morning.