Getting Back At Larry - Part 4

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6th July, 2013 - Pic. 3

Part 4 - System Reboot Complete

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

Read Part 1 HERE.

Read Part 2 HERE.

Read Part 3 HERE.

I closed the door and locked it again, then turned and leaned with my back against it, wondering in what other ways my world could be completely altered in the course of an afternoon. One thing was for sure: I had to call the "Sisterhood of Three" and let them know what I had just found out. I wasn't sure how they would take the news, but all of Alice's plans were pointless now, and we were in a whole new ballgame.

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"Hi! This is Donna Graham, and you've reached my cell phone. Please leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can! Bye!"

"Donna, I already texted you, but call me back as soon as you get this. Something big has happened, and we're going to have to change the plans for tonight. See if you can get hold of Alice and Arlene too. I can't get through to them either. Call me! Bye!"

I ended the call with a grunt of frustration. How was it possible in this day and age that I couldn't get a response from any of them by either phone or text? Alice and Arlene were probably all wrapped up in setting up Alice's bedroom for the "Larry-palooza" video shoot, and I had no idea where Donna had gone. I suppose I could have gone ahead and gone back over to Alice's, but I was enjoying being away from the fraught situation I had become embroiled in, and I wasn't entirely ready to dive back into the fray.

Besides, I was still trying to process Rebecca's revelations and what their impact would be on the rest of us, although ultimately, it seemed pointless to speculate without the others. I wondered how much longer I had before I had to be back at Alice's, but when I looked at the clock I was shocked to see that it was only 3:30, a mere three hours since Travis had pulled up in front of Alice's house. The afternoon had been packed so densely with incident and emotion that it felt like it was hours later.

As I sat on the sofa, I realized my knee was bouncing up and down with suppressed agitation and a need to do something. I recognized this with interest as a Travis habit. Larry had never kept his body suppressed. It seemed that not all of Travis had been overwhelmed by Larry when my world view had shifted, and the thought of that pleased me. It was definitely a sign, though, that I had to get up and get moving, and I knew where I was going to go. Before Rebecca's unexpected appearance, I had planned on heading to the gym, and with plenty of time still and no communication from the girls, there was no reason not to go ahead and get my workout in.

I decided to forego the fitness center in the building for the gym where I had a membership. I was feeling so good, and I wanted to go to a place where I could see and be seen. A body like mine started with great genes, but it took hard work to build upon that and maintain it. I bounded up off the sofa and back upstairs to pack my gym bag, noting happily that almost all of the workout gear I had to choose from was Under Armour, and all of it was designed to show off my body just the right amount. Tight, but not too tight. Revealing, but not too revealing. Gotta leave a little something to the imagination. Clean clothes and a fresh towel went into the bag with my pre-packed gear, then back down I went, grabbing wallet, phone, and keys on my way out the door.

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Driving to the gym helped me put thoughts of the coming evening aside and I started to relax back into my new sense of self, but that new sense of self made me recognize something that had been growing quietly at the back of my mind ever since Rebecca's visit. Having to be Larry for Rebecca had felt wrong somehow, and I knew it was because I wasn't him anymore. I realized I felt like I was lying, pretending to be someone else, and that bothered me. I knew that there wasn't really anything else I could have done, considering that to the world, with the exception of the girls, I *was* Larry now. Except that to the girls, I was Travis, and I wasn't him anymore either. I was both and neither.

I knew then that I had to have a name of my own, even if it was just for me in my head. Terry? It seemed the obvious choice, the perfect melding of Travis and Larry, but it just didn't feel right. I tried it with both last names. Terry Hill? No. Terry Barrow? No.

I started running through lists of names in my mind to see if I hit on one that felt like me. But did I really want some random name either? What I really wanted was a name with a deeper meaning, something symbolic of who I was now, not who I had been. Something that represented the present and the future, not the past.

And then it came to me. Kafka's Metamorphosis. I remembered the story from college. Ok, so the guy turned into a giant cockroach, but strip that away, and at heart it was the story of a man who went through an abrupt and extreme transformation that thrust him into a totally new existence, an existence which was utterly outside the realm of his experience and for which he was completely unprepared. He gradually came to accept and even enjoy his new form and his new life, only to be destroyed by the people around him who lashed out at him in fear, unable to accept the new being he had become.

I pulled into the parking lot of the gym, turned off the engine and quickly looked up Kafka on my phone. Gregor Samsa. That was the guy's name. Gregor... Gregory. Gregory Hill. Gregory Barrow. Greg Barrow. Greg. I knew it was right. I felt it. My name was Greg, even if it was just in my head. I was Greg. Greg...

A butterfly feeling fluttered through me at my naming, and goosebumps raced across my skin. It felt like such a solemn and weighty thing to experience sitting in my car in the parking lot of a gym, but there it was. A momentous happening came in on tiptoe. I was an individual, and I had a name.

And I now recognized something else that had been growing quietly at the back of my mind. Tomorrow I would be expected to take off the suit so that Travis could help the girls finish their revenge on Larry. They still thought I was Travis wearing Larry, one man inhabiting the other. The liquid that would restore Larry was even now sitting in Alice's refrigerator, but they didn't know yet what had changed in me. If I took off the suit, I'd be erased from existence, and I knew I couldn't let that happen. I wasn't sure what I would do or how I would explain it to them, but I knew I didn't want to end up like Gregor Samsa. I would have to find some way to get them to accept the new being I had become. How could I give up being me when I had just found myself? I wanted to go on living as the man I was now. I didn't want to go back.

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Walking through the front door of the gym gave me another reversal in the rollercoaster ride of my day, as I was abruptly yanked out of my private mental world and thrust into the world of the physical. After wrestling with the existential, my senses almost felt assaulted as the sounds, sights, and scents of bodies exerting themselves in their individual quests for perfection engulfed me and drew me in to join them. I could feel my energy rising. My body was eager to be used, and I was eager to use it.

As I checked in at the desk, I felt something else rising besides my energy. There had been so many thoughts spinning through my brain since my talk with Rebecca that the demands of my body had become muted, but now they came back to life as I was greeted by the woman behind the counter. It was Lisa, one of the fitness instructors. The open and welcoming expression on her face was framed with long medium-brown hair, and her body was amazing, as befitted someone who made a living at a gym.

Lisa

She must have been covering a break for whoever was on the front desk that afternoon. Larry had never tried to go after her knowing that she had a bodybuilder boyfriend, but that didn't mean he didn't like what he saw. And I knew I liked what *I* saw. I felt a constriction in my shorts as my cock began to rise again to the occasion.

"Hey, Mr. Barrow!" Lisa said with a smile. "How's it going?"

I *almost* rolled my eyes. Larry's need for ego stroking needed some cleaning up, and I would have to end this 'Mr. Barrow' nonsense. I had no desire for his pretensions. It was time to begin some corrective action. Before I could answer, however, a young man walked up who caused me to freeze and almost forget what I was doing. He was obviously coming back from his break, and he still had his ear buds in while he listened to some music.

He had dark blonde hair, and a youthful, handsome face. He was dressed in the same form-fitting black tank top that Lisa was wearing, which all the gym employees wore and which also, incidentally, showcased the amazing muscles he had on his upper body.

Jonathan

"Thanks for covering, Lisa," he said, pulling out one of his ear buds. Then turned to me and said, "Oh, hey, Mr. Barrow! Check out the progress I've been making!" He smiled proudly and then proceeded to briefly pose and flex for me, causing his muscles to pop and his veins to stand out.

My reaction to this display confirmed for me what I had suspected back in my apartment when I had noticed my nervous leg as I sat on the sofa. The physical part of Travis wasn't gone, it had just been waiting its turn. As the Travis and Larry parts of my mind had linked together to become one, so now did the Travis and Larry parts of my body. Travis's outward physical form may have been erased by Larry's, but his inner physicality – the part that drove his mannerisms, his body language, and the strongest part of him, his sexuality – now made itself known by jumping aboard the speeding train of Larry's lust and yanking it off course, changing its destination from Lisa to Jonathan.

Jonathan. That was his name. Larry had been casually friendly to him. Travis had never met him. But now *I* wanted him. Desperately. I felt my cock stiffen, and I grew so hard so fast that I was sure I was feeling faint because so much blood had to be redirected inside my body to accomplish the task.

There was a pause in the conversation, and I realized it was because of me. I had been silent just long enough that there was no disguising I had been affected by Jonathan's flexing in a different way than what the two of them had been used to seeing from Larry.

In that moment, I decided to stop analyzing and to just be, to go with my gut reactions and find out what exactly they were now.

"Looking good, Jonathan," I said smoothly, "Looking *real* good." I could hear the innuendo in my voice, not as strong as Larry's lecherous tone, but present enough that there was no way he could mistake my true intent. I wasn't leering, but I could feel the smirk as it grew on my face. Surprisingly, I saw his grin broaden in response and realized that this was the reaction he'd been hoping for. He wanted me too!

My imagination suddenly went into overdrive, and I pictured myself spreading the muscular globes of his ass and diving in so I could inhale his masculine scent and eat out his ass before ultimately impaling him with my dripping cock and fucking him hard until he was crying with pleasure and shouting my name.

I allowed my eyes to drink in his entire body, movingly slowly from head to toe and back up again. My cock was actually hurting some at this point, from being cramped into too small a space for it, and I went ahead and reached down to adjust myself. It wasn't like I wanted to hide anything at this point.

"Want to feel how hard I am now?" he asked. "Go ahead."

I almost went for his crotch, just to see how he'd react, but I dutifully put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed, feeling the hard muscle underneath his unexpectedly soft skin. I then slid my hand slowly down to his bicep, resting the tips of my fingers along the vein that stood out in relief along the top of it.

"Impressive," I said. "So you're really going to go all the way into bodybuilding then, eh?"

"Sure am!" he said with excitement. "Now that I've started, I don't really want to stop. It feels amazing, and I'm loving the way I look now! I want to get as big as my body will let me!"

"Well maybe I'll have to think about joining you in that if the results look this good," I said. "Maybe you can give me a few tips one of these days when you're not having to work the desk."

"Sure, Mr. Barrow!" he replied. "Lisa's boyfriend Tim has been helping me get started right. I wouldn't mind passing his tips on to you."

"Tim loves helping new people get started in bodybuilding if they show they're really dedicated to it," said Lisa.

I had been so consumed with my sudden lust for Jonathan that I had almost forgotten she was there, but when I turned to look at her I got another surprise. My lust didn't diminish, it simply refocused when I looked at her. I wanted her too. I wanted to stroke her breasts, to nuzzle and tease her nipples. I wanted to part her thighs and eat her out until she was moaning and twitching from the feelings I was giving her. I wanted to plunge myself into her, maneuvering my tool so that she couldn't help but explode in orgasm over and over and over again as I fucked her.

And holy shit, there it was. I wanted to fuck Lisa and Jonathan with equal fervor. Gay Travis and straight Larry had merged and turned into me, bisexual Greg. I didn't want to just fuck women. I didn't want to just fuck men. I wanted to fuck them all. I wanted to fuck the world and make it my sexual smorgasbord.

My breathing felt like it was on the verge of becoming panting, and I felt like a rod of iron was attached to my groin. Precum was flowing from the tip of my cock, and I knew the resulting wet spot would soon become apparent. I needed to disengage and get to the john near the locker room so I could finish myself off, because I knew there was no stopping what had gotten started, and as much as I enjoyed showing myself off, I didn't want to go as far as creaming my shorts in the lobby.

"Welp, I better go get changed and get to my workout. I've been needing to feel a good pump," I said. Even with the fog of arousal clouding my brain, I couldn't resist going for the double entendre. "Oh, and I think Mr. Barrow is far too formal at this point. You can just call me Greg."

"But isn't your name Larry?" asked Lisa, slightly puzzled. "That's what Bob always calls you."

"Greg's my middle name. I'm thinking of starting to go by it instead. I've been feeling more like a Greg lately," I said. I shrugged, smiled, then turned and raised a hand in farewell to the two of them as I headed for the restroom.

"Ok, then Greg," said Lisa as I walked towards the locker room.

"See ya later, Greg!" I heard Jonathan say.

"Oh, Greg! Bob's in there somewhere!" Lisa called after me. "He was wondering where you were!"

Her parting words barely registered. Bob would have to wait until more important matters were dealt with.

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After claiming an empty locker for my bag, I went around the corner to the restroom, went into an empty stall, and, after making sure the seat was clean, yanked my shorts and underwear down to free my beast before sitting down on the john to get to work. Not that it was really work. How could anything that felt this good be called work?

I milked myself first, to get a really good amount of precum slathered onto my shaft, then started stroking, although with only my right hand so I could use my left to cup my balls and gently fondle them while also keeping them from dropping down onto the porcelain. I knew I didn't want to take too much time, but I realized that this would actually be my first orgasm as "me," Greg, and I wanted to remember as much of this experience as I could.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings my body was giving me. I could feel my cock straining to the limits of its size and exerting some kind of sexual gravity that seemed to pull the rest of me into itself. I could feel the palm of my right hand moving up and down the stiff flesh jutting from my groin. I could feel the heat of the blood engorging my cock and the slickness of my own personally manufactured lube which continued to leak out its tip. If I paused for a moment and gripped it without moving, I could feel it pulsing with my heartbeat, as if I held my heart, my life, in my hand.

From my cock itself, I could feel my fingertips occasionally dancing along its length as I performed some subtle massage maneuver that I hadn't realized I could do, but which gave me shivers of pleasure that spread all the way up my torso to my nipples. Remembering the reaction I knew my nipples could give me, I wished that I could get them in on the game, but practicality demanded that they would just have to wait until the next time.

This thought redirected my focus to "the boys" in my left hand. I noticed that I had been unconsciously squeezing them as I held their weight, lightly and gently grasping and releasing, grasping and releasing, in a rhythm that complemented the main event going on above. The awareness of my body expanded, and I could tell how much more of me was involved in my act of self-pleasure. I could feel muscles throughout my body being used in the service of sex – groin, abs, ass, arms, legs, all parts of me subjugated to my libido.

I realized I wasn't being quiet about what I was doing either. Larry had actually liked talking dirty during sex, even when he was alone. Travis had "done his business" in almost total silence, as if afraid to admit that he, too, was a sexual being. I, once again, was splitting the difference. It seemed I was a moaner. I was emitting periodic "mmm"s and "ahh"s and "ohh"s and "ooo"s like verbal precum. In between these, I was darting my tongue out of my mouth to moisten my lips, or worrying my lower lip between my teeth.

My vocalizations caused me to regain some awareness of where I was. I was sitting on a toilet in the stall of a public restroom at the gym masturbating, and there was no way anyone who might be hearing me could not know what I was doing. My exhibitionism joined the game at that point, pushing me towards the finish line. What I was doing and where I was doing it had me so turned on, so hot, so hard, so slick and hard and hot and blatant and hot and slick and fast and open and free and hard and hot and...

In the instant before I blew another instinct kicked in, and without the idea of it having to pass through my conscious mind, I bent myself forward and down, shoved my cock towards my face and swallowed myself. My body tensed and shuddered in orgasm, and I could feel cum on my tongue and filling my mouth as I began swallowing hard to make more room for the amazingly delicious substance of life my body was spewing. My mouth was filling so quickly that I started feeling like I was having to chug a warm, meaty can of thick, salty beer in order to make sure that I didn't miss a drop.

At last my orgasm began to subside, and my cock began to soften and drop out of my mouth. I held onto it as long as I could, trying to tease every drop of cum out of it, before letting it finally fall away and sitting back up to let my breathing return to normal. It dawned on me then what I had just done. I had sucked my own cock! I could feel a smile explode on my face, and I felt so unbelievably happy all of sudden that I had to suppress the urge to laugh out loud.

God, my body really was built for sex. I could still feel a low grade burn of need within me. I had just had an incredible physical experience, and yet I was already wanting more, like a kid at an amusement park getting off the rollercoaster and running back around to get on line and ride it again.

And this was just from jacking off! What would it be like when I finally got to actually have sex with someone as myself, rather than just remembering it from Larry's or Travis's memories? To actually stick my cock where it belonged, inside a hot, tight hole attached to a hot, tight body. Holy fucking shit!

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As I entered the locker room to put on my workout gear, I still felt as energized as I had before I went into the stall in the restroom. Apparently the post-orgasmic low-energy state and need for sleep that most men experienced didn't apply to me. Sexual stamina, thy name is Greg! I noticed a few furtive glances tossed my way from men that must have heard my self-love session. I hoped I had given them something to lust after later.

Self-love. I pondered that phrase a moment as I reached my locker and began to strip out of my clothes. That really was what it had been a few minutes ago. Self-love bordering on self-worship. I knew I loved the person I was now, and I loved the body I was living in. Oh, and my monument of manhood? Well, there's where I approached the border of worship. God bless the random combination of genetic material that had gifted me with something that could give me and others such intense pleasure.

I finished removing my clothes and stood naked and unashamed for a moment as I looked down at myself and admired the view. Maybe it was a touch narcissistic, but then again, why deny truth? I was hot, and I felt great!

I realized I was about to head down another road of self-analysis and stopped myself. Fuck that shit. I got dressed again, this time in my workout clothes, then grabbed what I needed from my bag and headed out into the gym. I had just worked out one major body part, and now it was time for the rest.

I chuckled to myself as I imagined the conversation I might have if my cock was part of my regular routine.

"Hey, I'm doing legs today. How about you?" someone would ask me.

"Oh, today's my cock day," I would say, whipping it out. "Wanna spot me?"

I had reached the main floor of the gym and had started to look over the eye candy, noting hot bodies of both sexes, when out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a form and face I recognized. I was back to that familiar-yet-new feeling, and I moved closer.

He was working his legs, doing some standing barbell calf raises. He was wearing a red tank top and black shorts that left much of his muscled and toned body beautifully on display. He had brown hair and a handsome face that made my pulse start to race as I looked at it. I could see he hadn't shaved today. The stubble on his chin gave him a rugged, masculine look that made my breath catch, and I felt a sudden surge of desire that caught me completely off guard.

Bob

This was Bob. Bob Carson. Bob, who I vaguely remembered had been wondering where I was.

My breath had sped up far more rapidly than it should have, and it started to feel like I was on the verge of hyperventilating. He hadn't seen me yet, concentrating as he was on his set. My vision tunnelled down until all I could see was him. I felt dizzy and confused and out of control. There was some rising panic in me that had no source. Unaccountable feelings of fear and longing were crashing through me. What was going on? Where was this storm coming from?

This was Bob. Larry's best friend, Bob. They had been two boys from similar privileged backgrounds assigned as roommates in college their freshman year. They had struck up a fast friendship that continued to this day. He was Larry's best friend, Bob, and Larry was Bob's best friend in turn. They talked about life and jobs and women and sex and love and family and expectations and everything.

Everything but one thing. The one thing that Larry had kept hidden and locked away so deep, that it took my being here, looking at Bob, with Travis turning the key in the lock of Larry's vault, to let it out.

Larry loved being with women, but he *loved* Bob. He had never acted on it, never hinted anything to Bob ever, knowing that nothing could ever come of it. But Larry felt it, although he did his best to lock it all away. It hurt too much to feel.

And now I was feeling it all, now that the vault had been opened inside me. Years of want. Years of longing. Years of desire. Years of hurt as he denied a love he knew he could never have. Bob was it. Bob was the one. Bob was the love of Larry's life.

But all that had been Larry was in me, and he was *my* best friend Bob, who was now finishing his set and noticing me standing there watching him. I knew everything about him, as he knew everything about me. Everything but one thing.

"Hey, man!" he said, a smile of happiness and welcome lighting up his face. "I didn't think you were gonna show!"

That smile completed my undoing and turned the surge of desire in my body into a roar. I knew everything about him, this man standing here in front of me, so handsome and glad to see me. I knew his joys and pains and aspirations. I knew his friendship and loyalty and caring. I knew the love he shared with me, as close as a brother's. I *knew* who this man was.

And then it was over. I had fallen. I knew that as deeply as Larry loved him, now I loved him too. Just like that, and with perfect clarity of thought, I knew Bob was it. Bob was the one. Bob was the love of my life.

Dear god. What was I going to do?

Read Part 5 HERE.