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Darrell was feeling strange. He remembered going out clubbing the night before with his flatmate, but the venue and the music and everything else was lost to the fog of his hangover. Although strangely his head wasn't pounding.
He stumbled down the hall towards Rick's room to see if he was awake. Perhaps he was still drunk. That would explain why his body didn't seem right. It was as though he'd woken up in the body of a towering atlas with the way his limbs swung so heavy. Even his dick was slapping heavily from thigh to thigh as he lumbered. Damn it felt good. Hopefully he wouldn't sober up for a bit to enjoy the odd sensation.
Rick was still sleeping, his body flopped on the bed where he passed out. Darrell had never seen his buddy naked before and he was stunned at how buff and hairy he was. There was no way the man could have kept that so well hidden beneath his normal clothes. Not to mention the python he'd somehow kept tucked away!
Darrell shook his head. What was he thinking? He wouldn't know the size of his buddy's bulge. He wasn't gay or anything like that so had never so much as glanced in that direction. Although he probably would now that he'd seen the monster, just to see how much you really could hide such a gift from the world.
Gift. Something about a gift was triggering a memory. Someone at the club gave them a gift. But what was it? He stumbled back to his room and searched, then checked the other rooms. Nothing. Maybe Rick had it. He shouldn't really enter another man's sanctuary, especially when that man was naked. But whatever he was searching for felt too important to wait. And anyways he was naked himself so that made it... better?
He opened the door to Rick's room again. The bear of a man was still asleep. Darrell wondered how strong his buddy was and for the first time in his life thought about how fun it would be to wrestle. His cock stirred at the idea. A battle played out in his mind; the two of them grappling naked, their sweat mingling, the raw display of masculinity fuelling their raging hard cocks with pure testosterone, to the victor the spoils of a willing hole.
His cock rose, and with it the fog covering his mind. They'd been given the gift of conversion. Every man inside the club had received it during a spectacular gay orgy that erupted after they'd all been doused in foam. Bodies ripped free from useless clothing as they all morphed into male perfection and then the lust took over. Many tried to fight it, including himself, but the powerful musk that built as men rutted with men overwhelmed him and his body took control.
Darrell took a deep breath through his nose. That same scent permeated the air now. His own arousal must be billowing it into the room. He looked at Rick, and sure enough his godly cock swelled in response despite his continuing snores. He wondered if he would have the same effect on a straight man. It would be fun to find out.
For now though he needed to get off, and masturbating just wouldn't do for his first sober orgasm as a gay man. He crossed the room and decided to take advantage of Rick's position, slapping the man's face a little with his dick to coax him from sleep just enough to slip his meat inside the willing mouth.
Rick gave a few confused grunts, then Darrell felt the silky warmth spread over his entire cock as his friend took him deep into his throat. No woman had ever pleased him like this. If he needed any further convincing that gay was better, this was it. But there was so much more than that open to him now. Like tasting cock every day himself.
He leaned over and completed the 69. Despite Rick being a foot long, it was easy to take. His body had been made perfect after all. His nose nestled into Rick's ballsac and he marked himself with his buddy's scent to enjoy when he pulled back again for air. He was a good faggot though, so that wasn't for a long time.
Even though they were already converted, there was still something special about the moment. Their sober minds, as sober as they would ever be now that their musk was essentially a drug, were fully embracing what they had become: two gay muscle sluts. Correction, he thought, as Rick unloaded a salty breakfast into his mouth, two gay muscle cumsluts!
The epiphany overwhelmed him and he unloaded his own torrent of gay jizz to be greedily swallowed. Then another gift made itself known. His balls churned, preparing him quickly for the next round of intense homo fucking. There would be no problems with going at it all day. Then again all night at the club. Then again all day, all night, all day. If they became gay pornstars they'd never have to stop.
Lost in his daydream, he didn't notice Rick slide off the bed to get behind him until he felt a thick cock spread his cheeks. Instinctively he spread himself for his gay lover and once more lost himself to the homosexual pleasure.
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Darrell was feeling strange. He remembered going out clubbing the night before with his flatmate, but the venue and the music and everything else was lost to the fog of his hangover. Although strangely his head wasn't pounding.
He stumbled down the hall towards Rick's room to see if he was awake. Perhaps he was still drunk. That would explain why his body didn't seem right. It was as though he'd woken up in the body of a towering atlas with the way his limbs swung so heavy. Even his dick was slapping heavily from thigh to thigh as he lumbered. Damn it felt good. Hopefully he wouldn't sober up for a bit to enjoy the odd sensation.
Rick was still sleeping, his body flopped on the bed where he passed out. Darrell had never seen his buddy naked before and he was stunned at how buff and hairy he was. There was no way the man could have kept that so well hidden beneath his normal clothes. Not to mention the python he'd somehow kept tucked away!
Darrell shook his head. What was he thinking? He wouldn't know the size of his buddy's bulge. He wasn't gay or anything like that so had never so much as glanced in that direction. Although he probably would now that he'd seen the monster, just to see how much you really could hide such a gift from the world.
Gift. Something about a gift was triggering a memory. Someone at the club gave them a gift. But what was it? He stumbled back to his room and searched, then checked the other rooms. Nothing. Maybe Rick had it. He shouldn't really enter another man's sanctuary, especially when that man was naked. But whatever he was searching for felt too important to wait. And anyways he was naked himself so that made it... better?
He opened the door to Rick's room again. The bear of a man was still asleep. Darrell wondered how strong his buddy was and for the first time in his life thought about how fun it would be to wrestle. His cock stirred at the idea. A battle played out in his mind; the two of them grappling naked, their sweat mingling, the raw display of masculinity fuelling their raging hard cocks with pure testosterone, to the victor the spoils of a willing hole.
His cock rose, and with it the fog covering his mind. They'd been given the gift of conversion. Every man inside the club had received it during a spectacular gay orgy that erupted after they'd all been doused in foam. Bodies ripped free from useless clothing as they all morphed into male perfection and then the lust took over. Many tried to fight it, including himself, but the powerful musk that built as men rutted with men overwhelmed him and his body took control.
Darrell took a deep breath through his nose. That same scent permeated the air now. His own arousal must be billowing it into the room. He looked at Rick, and sure enough his godly cock swelled in response despite his continuing snores. He wondered if he would have the same effect on a straight man. It would be fun to find out.
For now though he needed to get off, and masturbating just wouldn't do for his first sober orgasm as a gay man. He crossed the room and decided to take advantage of Rick's position, slapping the man's face a little with his dick to coax him from sleep just enough to slip his meat inside the willing mouth.
Rick gave a few confused grunts, then Darrell felt the silky warmth spread over his entire cock as his friend took him deep into his throat. No woman had ever pleased him like this. If he needed any further convincing that gay was better, this was it. But there was so much more than that open to him now. Like tasting cock every day himself.
He leaned over and completed the 69. Despite Rick being a foot long, it was easy to take. His body had been made perfect after all. His nose nestled into Rick's ballsac and he marked himself with his buddy's scent to enjoy when he pulled back again for air. He was a good faggot though, so that wasn't for a long time.
Even though they were already converted, there was still something special about the moment. Their sober minds, as sober as they would ever be now that their musk was essentially a drug, were fully embracing what they had become: two gay muscle sluts. Correction, he thought, as Rick unloaded a salty breakfast into his mouth, two gay muscle cumsluts!
The epiphany overwhelmed him and he unloaded his own torrent of gay jizz to be greedily swallowed. Then another gift made itself known. His balls churned, preparing him quickly for the next round of intense homo fucking. There would be no problems with going at it all day. Then again all night at the club. Then again all day, all night, all day. If they became gay pornstars they'd never have to stop.
Lost in his daydream, he didn't notice Rick slide off the bed to get behind him until he felt a thick cock spread his cheeks. Instinctively he spread himself for his gay lover and once more lost himself to the homosexual pleasure.