Enhancements (Updated with Part 14)

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Enhancements: Part Nine

Diagnosis

Several months later, I arrived at the health club that the guy from the gym sent me to. Honestly, I was nervous. I mean, what did I even expect from this place? I just wanted to get some answers about my sexuality; I didn’t need to come all the way out to the city for that. This was probably going to be some crazy sex dungeon, and I just don’t know if I’m ready for that. Still though, that guy had some kind of effect on me. He seemed to know exactly what I was going through - could he have been sent here by someone else before? Maybe this place was going to answer all of my questions.

I continued to talk myself in and out of going through with this trip all throughout the bus ride into the city, cab ride across town, and walk down the street to find the damn place. Still, I had come this far... what’s the worst that could happen?

I arrived at the club on a sunny June afternoon, where a couple of shirtless guys were talking just outside. “Whatcha here for?” one of them asked as I walked around them to go up the stairs to the sliding glass door. 

”Uh... well, I’m not really sure, I guess...” I stammered. Shit, I was not prepared to talk to a stranger about this. A couple of the guys laughed, but the guy who had first spoken frowned at them. “Oh stop, he’s nervous.”

He came up to me on the steps and extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Eddie,” he greeted me.

Eddie was short, only about 5’8”, and had short black hair. He was wearing big mirrored sunglasses and short jean shorts that ended a few inches above his knees. He was fairly muscular, but not super ripped, and his tanned skin sort of glistened with sweat in the summer city heat. He also wore a kind of harness or suspenders which crossed over his chest and down to his shorts, where it looked like they were holding up his underwear.

”Trevor,” I half whispered, shaking his hand. 

“Trevor, nice to meet ya! Listen, if you’re new or not from around here, I could show you around a little. It’s sort of rare we get people coming here without a partner or group of friends. Most visitors to the club usually know exactly what they want, y’know? I work here, part time: this place is just the best.”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, grateful that Eddie could help me out. “Well truthfully, I don’t really know what this place is. A guy sent me here...” I explained, sort of whispering the story of my encounter with the guy in the gym to Eddie.

”Oh man, wasn’t he mean for being cryptic with you. I’m guessing he thought if you were curious here, you could get an assessment inside. This place is kind of a super special men’s health and sexuality club for gay men. But we do offer a service just for ‘curious guys’ like yourself,” Eddie replied.

He motioned me inside, where it looked a little like a doctor’s office. Eddie waved to the front desk as we walked up. “This here’s Trevor, he wants an assessment. I’m free, I can take care of it.” Eddie leaned his muscular torso over the front desk and grabbed for a clipboard, and for a second the waistband of his underwear was visible; the straps of his blue fabric harness connected to a wide black and blue 2”waistband. Below the waistband I could see the bare skin of the top of his ass: yet another jockstrap. My stomach churned a little, as I became more nervous with confronting my urges.

 Eddie cocked his head to the right, beckoning me through the door to my right. I followed him.

This place really was like a nicer doctor’s office, I thought. Boring tile floors, pale pink walls, and dozens of doors scattered around these halls with signs I could read like “Group Room 2”, “Private Room 4”, and so on.

We stopped at a room labeled “Evaluation Room”, and Eddie held the door for me to go inside.

”OK, Trevor, now that we’re in private, I’ll give you the little spiel for what we’re gonna do for you today. It’s pretty common knowledge that people develop a sexual attraction to men, women, or sometimes both, but what most people don’t know is that everyone also has a genetically destined orientation as well.”

The room wasn’t unlike a normal doctor’s room; but instead of a weird vinyl tables covered in shitty paper, there was a large comfy recliner. I took a seat as Eddie continued.

”For most people, those two line up pretty well. We call these numbers the Kinsey Actual and Kinsey Genetic values: you might have heard of the Kinsey scale before?” 

He pointed to a large chart on the wall, which had a big vertical arrow and several images of cartoon men to the right. At the bottom was the text “0: Exclusively Heterosexual” next to a drawing of a man with his arms folded wearing a full tracksuit. As you went up the scale, the text described being less and less straight, each value accompanied by a man with fewer clothes on, all the way to the top “6: Exclusively Homosexual”, the cartoon man fully naked with two thumbs up and a boner.

”For most people, the Kinsey Actual and Kinsey Genetic values line up; for instance, I’m a Kinsey 6 in both categories. But rarely, your actual value can be lower than your genetic. Because of sociological or psychological reasons, you could  be here (he pointed to the shirtless guy wearing boxer shorts next to “1: Predominantly Heterosexual”) when your genes want you here (he pointed to a guy wearing a jockstrap next to “5: Predominantly Homosexual”). 

“So is that why I’m curious?” I asked.

”It could be. It could also be that you’re right here (now pointing to a guy in briefs at 3: Bisexual) but you just need to start acting on it. Often, guys who are feeling super conflicted about being ‘curious’ are a 1 when they should be a 3, or a 4. If you were really just curious without any discrepancy, I don’t think you’d be feeling so unsure of yourself.”

”So what do I do about it?”

”Well, first we can try to figure out what your Kinsey numbers are.” He handed me the clipboard and a pen. “This survey is going to be about your sexual history and desires: try to answer honestly. Remember, the questions are about what you HAVE done, not about your desires or wishes.” He walked to the corner of the room to a computer and started to log in and click through some menus while I began the questionnaire. 

There were lots of questions, but they were mostly things like “Have you ever had sex with a man, have you ever watched gay pornography, have you ever used sex toys for anal stimulation, etc.” The answers to all these things were basically ‘no, but I want to!’, which wasn’t an option, so I found myself constantly circling no. 

Eddie had used the computer to print out a label with several barcodes, which he attached to a small test tube. “Spit in this,” he requested, holding the tube under my chin. I complied, and he took the tube over to a small whirring machine next to the computer. “This is a micro gene sequencer,” he explained as I continued the survey, finally getting to check yes for “have you ever stared at naked men in a gym locker room or sauna”. “It will calculate your Kinsey Genetic value by sequencing a small part of your DNA on the Y chromosome.” He stuck the tube into the machine, which started lighting up and clicking with activity. 

Around 5 minutes later, I finished the survey, flipping back to review that I had only said yes to the locker room question and “have you ever walked in on or witnessed a man masturbating”, remembering a time where I purposely barged in on my college roommate to get a look at his dick. 

Eddie fed the papers through a scanner, the told me to sit tight and left the room. I sat back in the recliner, sort of excited to find out just what degree of Kinsey I was supposed to be. Maybe a 3? It would be hot to be completely bisexual, I thought. I stared at the TV screen on the wall directly opposite me, which was just playing screensavers of landscapes on a loop.

Around 20 minutes later, Eddie returned with a blonde woman in her thirties wearing a white coat. “This is Dr. Bella, she’ll be going over your results. They’re pretty out of the ordinary...” he said, as he walked over to the chair by the computer and sat down. 

The doctor sat down on a wheeled stool and cane over next to me in the recliner. She opened a manilla folder full of papers and complicated looking charts. 

“As we can see here, based on your survey results we rated you as a Kinsey 1, with a confidence of 99%. Basically this means that in your actions in life, you’ve been completely straight, but maybe here or there you did a few gay things.”

She flipped several more pages to another sheet with complicated looking charts and a long series of A’s, G’s, T’s and C’s. “This here are your genetic results, where we rated you a Kinsey 5.5 with a confidence of 95%. Basically this means that according to your genes, we would have thought you’d be nearly completely attracted to men with only an incidental attraction to women.”

Wow, I thought. I’m supppsed to be completely gay? I mean, Eddie made it sound like I might be a little bisexual, but completely gay? I thought I liked being with the few women I had fooled around with, but come to think of it, maybe I hadn’t? 

The doctor continued. “Now a discprepancy of this magnitude is fairly rare: maybe a 1 in 1,000 occurrence; but because of the confidence levels in each of your results, we can be sure that you’ve got a good deal of dissonance. I’m going to recommend a heavy conversion treatment, if you’re interested.”

”The conversion will be permanent and will bring your values in line with each other; but for a difference of this amount, it will be a pretty intense process. It involves a good amount of behavior and hormonal treatments. There aren’t any side effects to speak of, but you may experience a good deal of discomfort during the process. Still, it’s a great way to get rid of these conflicted feelings you may be happening.”

Shit, I thought. This is probably a no-brainer, though. “How do I start?”

”We can start right now,” she said motioning to Eddie, who had a small tray with a couple of syringes. “First sign this form of consent,” she declared, handing me another clipboard and form. “You’ll be in our care for the process, which should take around 3-4 hours. The cost for the procedure is $300 dollars, which we will bill to you. After the procedure, we will evaluate you and perform readjustments if necessary. We will also give you free admission to the club upstairs and a free ticket for a group session in the health club. Do you have any questions?”

”What exactly is the process though?” I asked while scrawling my name just the same. “I mean, what do I have to do?”

Eddie answered this time, as Bella left the room. “We’ll be starting now. I’m going to give you a couple of medications, then we’ll move to the behavioral portion of the process. We’ll be exposing you to your new sexuality, letting you explore a little, test out your curiosities, you know, all that good stuff.”

He reached for the first syringe as he rolled up my sleeve and began to inject it into my arm. This is a very mild sedative, designed to open up your mind and destress you. We want your mind to be open.

i immediately felt my senses blur a little, the tension and anxiety leaving my body. This was right, this was my way forward. I’m so excited, I thought. I can’t believe I was unsure about this.

”And this,” he injected another syringe slowly, “is a weak hormonal cocktail. It will stimulate your libido a little. You’ll start to get an erection and feel horny.”

I felt my cock twitch a little in my genes as Eddie crept around the chair to my other side and whispered in my ear “and what a big, big erection I’m sure it will be.” He slowly reached down and placed straps around my wrists, restraining me to the recliner as the television across from me blinked to a black screen and then a message that said “Welcome: initiating session...”

It was time. My conversion had begun.

 

 

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Great setup for the next chapter!!

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Enhancements: Part Ten

Conversion

Eddie went over to the computer, where he grabbed an iPad from the drawer below and used it to the dim the room lights. The TV across from me began displaying still images of men from gay porn, all kinds of body types and ethnicities, posing to the camera. Most were naked; a few were wearing fetish gear like the harness Eddie had on, or a jockstrap. Some looked seductive and playful, others aggressive and dominating. I was pretty enraptured with them, even though none of them were actually engaging in sex. Is this what I was going to become? My cock continued to twitch, but I could tell it was still from the hormones and not because of what I was seeing.

Eddie came over and lifted my shirt off my body, undoing the arm shackles briefly to do so. “Afraid I’ll run off?” I asked. 

“Not just yet,” Eddie explained. “But it’s important we see this through to the end, and some patients have been known to be difficult.”

He next removed my jeans, leaving me in just my gray boxer briefs, my cock now forming a bit of a tent. “Oh Trevor, those won’t do,” Eddie chided me. He scurried around the room, attached a couple of wires and sticky pads to my pecs, temples, and thighs, and then opened a cabinet and pulled out a fistful of cloth.

”Look, if you want to wear those to work everyday, that’s one thing. But today, for your new life as a gay man, you need to look and feel sexy, and the first way we’re going to do that, is with these!” 

He held out four pairs of underwear, each one more colorful and skimpy looking than the last. “Well, cmon future stud, pick one out!”

I glanced at my options: first, a simple jock with a white pouch and gray waistband. Too boring, even for me. Next, a pair of purple briefs, which I could tell had a super thin cut that I would barely fit into. Third was a weird looking thong, which seemed like it would be too uncomfortable... which left me with, great, another jockstrap, this time with a glittery gold pouch and thin-as-fuck straps. “I’ll take that one, I guess,” I said, motioning to my new glitzy prison.

”Ooh, perfect,” said Eddie, who I craned my neck to see quickly popping a pill in the background. “Ok big Trev, we’ll get you into that new sexy jock in a second, but first I think we’ve got a big problem that needs to be answered.” He motioned to my poor strained boxer briefs, my cock struggling for freedom. Eddie pulled them off and squirted some lube in his palm. My 5” cock was free now, rock hard and throbbing with pleasure. I was so horny, I thought, but I wasn’t sure why. Sure, I was excited about all the kinky shit I was going to get up to, but when I thought about it, I couldn’t even name one gay thing I actually wanted to do.

Eddie took his lubed palm to my cock, and I wanted to ask if I could just do it myself, but I left it alone and let him stroke a little. He lubed up my cock with his warm hand. “Oh yeah, you’ve got a big piece here Trevor,” he intoned. He loosened my wrist straps and me start jerking myself, then handed me the iPad. “Why don’t you pick what you wanna watch,” he said, “and maybe I should join you?” He pulled a chair over to the side of the TV and sat down just in my line of sight but without blocking the TV, and pulled down his jean shorts, revealing his full black and blue CellBlock 13 jockstrap held up by a matching harness. He stroke his package a little then pulled his cock out to the side and started stroking it, facing me and giving me a seductive glare. His cock was bigger than mine: maybe 7” long, and thick. It looked good, I thought, then remembered I was supposed to choose a porno.

Down at the iPad there was a selection of about 9 movies to choose from and the large header “Stage 1”. Most of them featured women pretty predominantly but still had a guy taking up nearly half the thumbnail. I selected the movie and went to town.

I split my attention between Eddie and the movie, but I found myself more and more curious to see how he jerked off. The thought of seeing how another guy does this was super hot, I thought. Eddie stoked slowly and methodically, rubbing his chest with his left hand and occasionally letting out a deep moan of pleasure. His whole body undulated with pleasure, compared to my frantic jerking off. Eventually, my eyes met his and stayed there.

”You never jerked off with another guy before, eh Trevor?” Before I could answer, he continued. “But still, I don’t think I could really consider this jerking off... together.” Eddie stood up, still stroking slowly, and came towards me. I ignored whatever the fuck was going on with the TV; I wanted to know what Eddie would do next. He slinked over to me, eventually reaching my side, and started giving me a kind of lap dance while I stoked. His body was really hot, I thought, and when he turned and let his strapped ass graze my shaft, I felt myself slip into a new level of horniness I thought was impossible. I stoked harder and harder, and eventually Eddie turned around and pressed his cock up against mine, the two shafts joined together with an impressive heat. He stoked them both for a little while, then stepped back. “Time for me to cum,” he said, breathing heavier. He turned away to face away from me, and I wanted to tell him to turn back, that I didn’t care if it got on me - that maybe I even wanted to get it on me - but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Eddie roared and let out a jet of cum - which I couldn’t really see - and in the glow of Eddie’s ass I felt myself ready to explode. I let out a jet of cum all over my chest, moaning hard in the process.

After a few moments of quiet, Eddie readjusted his now soft cock back into its pouch, turned off the now annoying porn movie, wiped the cum off my chest, and helped me pull the gold jockstrap up to my waist.

”Now that was quite the start,” I breathed.

”You’ve got a long way to go, stud. How’d you feel in that jock?”

Truthfully, I felt a little adventurous now. What had been trepidation about having to wear this skimpy underwear turned into genuine excitement. “I feel hot,” I said. I don’t know if I had ever “felt hot” before, but I did now.

”Good boy,” Eddie answered, now glancing at an iPad with my vitals. The slideshow of men had resumed, but now there were more images of multiple men together, occasionally embracing or kissing or about to give a blow job.

”So, according to your questionnaire, you’ve never given or gotten a guy head before. You ever gotten head from a girl? Did you like it?”

I had, and I did. It was after my senior prom, I think. 

Eddie moved around the room as I heard a door in the back open and close. “The thing is, girls don’t love to suck cock like gay guys do.”

I heard two pairs of footsteps behind me now, as Eddie and someone else moved to the front of the room. I felt my cock hardening in my gold jock.

”They just don’t crave it, like I do.”

The new guy came into view: he was tall, dark skinned, and fully naked, with a huge 8.5” cock. Eddie motioned for me to get up, as the new guy took my place in the chair. Eddie knelt down and started servicing the guy, licking the length of his huge shaft. He paused and turned to me, “they don’t crave it like you do.”

Eddie continued his blow job, licking the guy’s balls and playing with his enormous cock with ease. It just looked... fun. Something about that dick... I wanted it. 

I knelt down next to Eddie and thrust my face into the tall guy’s crotch, joining Eddie in his fun. We took turns sucking and slurping on the huge hunk of man meat, stopping here and there to share a wet kiss. Eventually, Eddie took the huge cock into his mouth proper, sucking and gagging himself on the length. A few minutes later, he stopped, and passed it over to me.

I thrust the big dick into my mouth and started sucking. With each minute, I felt my throat expand to accept more and more of it into my mouth. My own cock hardened and formed a tent in my gold jock as I moved my mouth further and further down the length of the cock with each pulse. 

Eddie started stroking himself as he watched me give my first blowjob. I wondered if he wanted a turn again, but I didn’t really care. I wanted it now, and I didn’t want to give it up. Eventually, the tall guy stood up and moved to the right of the chair. I sat in the chair in his place and turned over to continue sucking him, as he now put his hand on the back of my hand to get forceful with me. Meanwhile, Eddie pulled my jock off and took my own cock into his mouth.

I had gotten head from a girl before, but this was on a completely new level. Eddie went to town on my cock: sucking and gagging himself with it like it was the air he needed to breathe. I felt the swirling warmth of his tongue on every surface of my dick; it was true, he really did crave it. Turning back to the tall guy, I redoubled my own servicing, taking his shaft even further than before.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of having Eddie suck me off while I had this guy’s huge tool in my throat, gagging me. I truly couldn’t get enough, almost mad that I wasn’t able to suck him for longer without taking a breather. Soon, Eddie stopped and stood up as the tall guy scooted over in the chair for him to join.

Eddie sat down next to him as I stopped sucking to watch. He put an arm around the new guy, and another guy on his chest as the two started to passionately make out.

This was fucking incredible, seeing two studly men kissing each other passionately, their cocks throbbing, struggling to push the limits of their size and hardness. Their bodies, each covered with a healthy serving of black hair at the chest, abdomen, and armpits, slick with sweat and lightly smelling of an usual musky odor. To say I was in awe was an understatement: I was almost in a trance at the beauty and power of these two men. Was the “process” done? Was I fully converted now?

Lightly tugging on my cock, Eddie pulled away from his kiss to command me. “I know you like this, boy, but you’ve got a job to do. And a reward to get.”

He reached out to pull me back into his crotch, then slapped his dick against my face aggressively, forcing it near my mouth. The sheer weight of his meat felt extremely erotic, and I returned to sucking, now alternating cocks and attempting to do anything I could to rub them both in my face.

It didn’t take long for the two guys to reach climax. I had my mouth firmly around the tall guy’s enormous cock when I started to feel him pulse and stretch my mouth even further. He moaned, loudly, as I felt a surge of hot cum fill my mouth and throat. I could barely process the taste before I became overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum that this man was pumping into me, eventually needing to let go and feel the rest of his load splatter off my cheek and down to my chest.

I started stroking myself furiously, and Eddie also began to climax. “Fuck yeah, take it,” he roared. “I love when a new gay boy gets his first load!”

I sort of expected Eddie’s cumshot to be a little tamer, given that he jerked off with me before, but I was very wrong. Spurt after spurt of magnificent jizz landed on my face and chest, coating me with Eddie’s seed. Each new blast felt like a badge of merit for me, the newly minted gay boy. Not long after, I let out my own load, spraying cum on myself and the floor. Eddie helped me up and gave me a little kiss, licking some of the cum off my face in the process.

He and the other guy walked to the back of the room to leave as I followed them out. “Fuck, or feels good to be converted,” I said, wondering who I could find next to have fun with.

”Not so fast,” Eddie cautioned. “You’ve still got a little bit left,” he said. “Wait here for a bit, then the real fun can begin.” The door shut behind them on their way out, leaving me basking in my new found sexuality, wondering what might come next.

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Can't wait for more. Great writing

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Enhancements

Part Eleven: Rebirth

Eddie stood in the small antechamber to the exam room, unscrewing a plastic water bottle as he glanced at the dual monitors of the control computer.

He gulped down a few sips of water. “Thanks, C,” he said to the tall black guy he had just shared Trevor with. “Maybe see you in the club tonight?”

”Goin’ out of town tonight to see my sister,” he answered. 

“Ok, maybe the staff retreat next week then. Later.”

C nodded in the affirmative as he grabbed his clothes from a drawer embedded in the wall and left.

Now to business. This was going great, thought Eddie. The control screen read “Final Stage: Second Puberty. Step 1: Selections.”

There was a long form of options on the other monitor. Meanwhile, Trevor scrolled through a series of icons back on the iPad in the exam room.

They had silhouettes of men on them, each with different body shapes. The icons represented the stereotypical gay archetypes, like bear, twink, and  jock. The text on the screen read “choose for self”. 

Trevor tapped jock without much needed deliberation. There were more icons now, with new images.

“Let’s see...” Trevor swiped through the different icons, surveying them and imagining what they meant.

Baseball jock looked hot: there was a tall, lean guy with thick arms and nice pecs. He had was mostly shaven, save for a light spread of hair on his chest and under his arms. He wore a white jockstrap with a gray bike waistband and a cup. Next was swimmer jock, an even thinner guy, unsurprisingly completely smooth. This guy was wearing a tight green Speedo. Next came the wrestler jock, shorter than the other two, but considerably stockier, and hairier. He was wearing a silver singlet, which left a defined outlined bulge of a thick long cock. Second to last was the quartback, who looked like the baseball jock, but considerably beefier. He wore a jockstrap with a thicker waistband, a gray pouch and streaks of electric blue in the straps. The last icon was grayed out unselectable and had the words “ultra jock”, but Trevor only got an irritating error sound when he tapped it.

”In that case I’ve gotta go for the cliche quarterback I guess!” He tapped the icon enthusiastically. Back in the control room, Eddie was receiving a data on Trevor’s current physiology and needed stats. “Quarterback, eh?” 

He dragged up another window into the main screen and surveyed the report. “Muscle growth: 200% mass. 140 lbs => 210 lbs. Height increase:   5’10” => 6’3”.” Eddie clicked the “Advanced” button next to these stats. The options were all disabled with a large “even distribution” checkbox overriding further edits. Eddie unchecked the box and tweaked the numbers a little to give Trevor’s pecs, biceps, and glutes a little extra mass. He returned to the main window, leaving the body hair options to default: chest moderate, stomach moderate, back none, pubic light, armpit heavy, face none, arms and legs light. Next was genitals. Cock length was set to grow from 5” to 7”; why don’t we make that 10, thought Eddie. Next was girth, which Eddie was bad at estimating from numbers. He simply dragged the slider a little further to the right. He increased the testicles slider: Trevor currently had them at “normal”, which Eddie moved two notches up to rest at baseball. He left the cum production and musk settings alone, then made some edits in the behavior module. 

Eddie was prompted to enter a behavior scenario, and after some debate between “locker room rivals” and “coach’s best player”, he chose the latter. Playing a coach seemed hot, and he hadn’t done a sports scenario like this in a while, he thought.

Next he needed to choose his own mods. Hmm, what kind of coach should he be? Maybe an older hairy guy... nah. Maybe a young guy, nearer to Trevor’s age. Maybe Coach got injured in his prime and had to give up playing and start coaching. Yeah...

Eddie entered in his growth options, popping a modest boner in the process. 

He had filled in the blanks that Trevor unknowingly provided him- scenario one down. 

A few minutes later, Eddie wrapped up his work and confirmed. A new alert box appeared, with two columns, one for Trevor and one for Eddie.

Under his own name, Eddie read:

Delivery Methods:

Clothing (Jock)

Hormones (500mL, Oral)

Pheromones (Subject A)

Transition stage: wear off (2 hours)

And for Trevor, it read:

Clothing (Jock)

Hormones (3 L, oral)

Subject B ejaculate 

This was the recipe for the two men’s enhancements. This was the final stage of the conversion program: a transformation and role play; and these were the ingredients to do it.

“Damn, 5 liters of Hormones?!” thought Eddie. He knew that might be a pain. That was a lot of liquid, and the stuff didn’t start to taste good until you’d already had some of it in your system. Still, he had never tried the clothing delivery method yet, and he had an idea for how to work all of this in to the scenarios he crafted for Trevor.

Eddie went over to the side of the room and pressed a few buttons. After some clicking and whirring sounds, a panel in the wall opened and a black and white Pump jockstrap dropped down from a hidden recess. Next to it were two bottles, one about the size of a bottle of soda and the other slightly bigger than a milk jug. A fountain machine like nozzle dispensed a thick white liquid into each.

Back in the exam room, a similar panel in the wall opened up to reveal a jock for Trevor to put on. It was the same one the guy in the quarterback photo was wearing. Trevor kicked off his gold jock and pulled this one up to his waist, struggling to stifle his erection to to fit into it properly. 

It felt nice, he thought. Snug, not too tight, and a nice soft material. He went back to the iPad to see if there was anything new to do while waiting for Eddie to return.

The jock kind of itched a little. Trevor rubbed his package, thinking about the quarterback from the photo. “Damn,” he thought. “If only I could be as studly of a quarterback as him.” Wait- that wasn’t right. He had never played football before- yes, yes he had and still does! I’m the third-string quarterback for the Arbor University Wolves! I’ve even got the uniform, he thought, pulling the jock waistband away from his body, allowing it to snap back proudly. 

The door in the back opened. Eddie was coming back- no, he wasn’t supposed to call Coach by his first name. He was just Coach to Trevor. 

Coach was carrying a big jug of what looked like milk. He was hairless now, save for big tufts of black fur under his armpits. His biceps and shoulders were thick and built, and his pecs were plump globes of muscle. He was naked, save for a pair of short red gym shorts which ended above his middle thigh. A white waistband poked out from above the shorts, revealing a thin strip of Coach’s ass between it and the top of the shorts. 

“Well, if it isn’t Trevor the Third... whatcha doing, dreaming of what’ll be like to be the real quarterback someday?”

”No...” Trevor was ashamed. He was scrawny compared to the rest of the team, compared to Coach. He couldn’t remember why he even joined in the first place.

Coach answered that right away. “Why’d you even join this team anyway? Was it just because you’re a horny gay boy looking to see what a true man is like? Huh? We couldn’t deny you a spot on the roster... what with fair participation rules and all that. But you know, we do get a guy like you joining the team every now and then, and we’ve got ways of dealing with it.”

Eddie smirked. This was one of the hottest scenes he’d ever acted out for someone’s final transformarion. And with Trevor having such a drastic change from a 1 to a 6... Well, no wonder he needed to bring in so much stuff. 

“You know, I’ve got this special protein shake right here for you, Trevor. I can sympathize with you a little... wishing to be manly and powerful. All you gotta do is drink this and you’ll be well on your way.”

Trevor rubbed his hand over his package again. This jock was starting to feel tighter, and he felt himself beginning to sweat. That jug was huge...how could he finish it all? He twisted off the plastic cap and took a whiff- it smelled ok; a faint milky odor. He picked up the jug, supporting its weight with his other hand, and raised it to his lips, taking a tiny sip.

It was gross. First, it had a thick consistency, like a smoothie that someone hadn’t added enough liquid to. Second, the taste was somewhat medicinal, and made worse by the addition of some kind of artificial vanilla flavor which only drew more attention to its awfulness. Finally though, was the feeling Trevor felt after he swallowed. Even the small sip felt heavy in his stomach, like he ate something very substantial and filling. He estimated he could drink maybe 5 or 6 more before being full, let along drinking the whole jug. As he lowered the jug down to work up the courage to drink more, Eddie became irate. 

“You don’t got all day little man! Drink it!” 

Trevor pushed the jug up to his mouth again, this time taking a bigger sip at first and then leaving it there to chug it as slowly as he could. He felt uncomfortable and humiliated- maybe this was some kind of prank Coach was pulling on him? Any second now, could every teammate come out of hiding to laugh at him? Still, he had to keep going. If it really worked... his life would be changed forever.

Eddie sensed he needed to give Trevor some encouragement, so he knelt down and whispered in his ear: “if you finish all that, little stud in training, I’ll let you have all of this.” He stood up, stepped in frame of Trevor’s view as he continued to drink, and lowered his shorts to reveal the front of his jock. His dick was rock hard, pointed up and to the left, straining the fabric and leaving a massive outline through the thin white stitching. His balls sagged outside the pouch, too massive to sit within, and the tip of his cock peeked out from the top, only kept in by the tightness of the jock pulled over his entire manhood. 

“Fuck,” Trevor thought, and continued drinking. He was starting to feel full, but he tried to banish that thought from his mind. How much was left in the jug? It didn’t matter, his conscious argued back, all that mattered was that he finish it.

He felt stronger now, not just of willpower but of physicality. Inside his body, the growth compound started to be absorbed by his digestive system, its speed of processing greatly exceeding that of standard food. The compound entered his blood stream and was carried around to every tissue in his body, delivering to each cell a singular message: grow.

Along with the growth compound came flood of nutrients, the main reason behind the thick viscosity of the stuff, which supplied Trevor’s body with all it needed to expand. Every aspect of his body would be enhanced- and first, of course, there were the muscles, thick fibers of protein multiplying and thickening into powerful slabs. 

Trevor felt his whole body tighten as if his muscles were flexing without any physical movement. First, he felt it in his biceps, which swelled up. He noticed the weight of the jug less and less, lowering it from his mouth to assess the cause of this sensation. His jaw dropped as he saw his arms in the mirror, now nearly twice as thick in diameter. Next came his chest, the growth of his pecs, lats, and delts manifesting as enormous tightness. He looked at his chest in the mirror, grasping his pecs with his palms in disbelief. Gone were the days of flat chested, skinny boy Trevor; now it was tike for stud Trevor, and stud Trevor has big, meaty pecs.

The rest of his body multiplied in a similar way, including his ass, which swelled up into a perfect bubble butt, still somehow framed by two straps of electric blue elastic. Though his body had grown significantly, his jockstrap was still holding strong. The elastic of the waistband and straps was pushed to its limit, and Trevor’s arousal at his new body started to stretch the fabric of the pouch.

But he was still just under half done with the growth juice. “Keep going,” commanded Coach. Trevor was eager to comply, now not even caring about the rank taste of the compound. He raised it to his lips once more, this time turning the bottle fully upside down and chugging as fast as he could. It felt different, now. He became accustomed to the taste and thickness of it, and now even welcomed the previously uncomfortable feeling of fullness.

In Trevor’s body, new changes started to manifest. The growth compound was composed of a mixture of different molecules: of course, the standard muscle enhancing variety was the most abundant, but now that Trevor had ingested more volume, some of the other molecules were now present in high enough concentrations to become active.

Simplest of all dealt with hair growth. Thousands of growth molecules swarmed the existing hair follicles in Trevor’s torso and armpits and caused the hair there to thicken and grow longer. New follicles were formed too, causing even more body hair to sprout from Trevor’s body. He felt a small prickling sensation as his previously bare chest erupted into a thicket of sweaty black hairs. A dark trail grew down the center of his abdomen to his pubes, and his armpits exploded with what was now truly a jungle of hair.

Still more molecules were at work. Other compounds migrated to various areas of Trevor’s body, including his pits and crotch. There, they grew into new glands, some to produce sweat, but others to produce powerful pheromones. As Trevor’s new testosterone-producing glands embedded themselves beneath his skin, an overwhelming musk filled the air of the room. 

Eddie, who was become increasingly turned on by watching Trevor’s transformation, took a deep breath, inhaling loads of testosterone laced pheromones that the newcomer was pumping out. He pulled off his jockstrap, allowing his 8” cock to spring to freedom. Precum dribbled from its tip as Eddie pumped his shaft with his left hand and reached for lube with his right.

”Keep drinking, man,” Eddie commanded, as he stroked his cock to cover it with copious amounts of lube. He walked around to Trevor’s backside and slapped his cock against the stud’s muscle ass. Trevor was hunched over now, having emptied the jug, presenting his ass to Coach. His gut felt heavy and full, his body unable to keep up with the voracity with which he chugged the protein. Slowly but surely, his stomach digested the thick slurry and the growth compounds migrated to the one part of Trevor’s body yet unenhanced: his cock and balls.

Meanwhile, Eddie was rubbing the head of his dick against Trevor’s hole. “Well now you look like a real man, time to treat you like one!” he grunted, thrusting his cock into Trevor’s ass.

The feeling was immediate, and indescribable. Trevor felt the warmth and power of Coach’s cock plunging into his wanting ass, the sounds of grunting and sex only enhancing the eroticism. Eddie’s cock pulsed and throbbed with some new growth of its own as Trevor’s pheromones took effect. This growth pushed into Trevor, who was roaring in pleasure commanding Coach to duck him harder.

Finally, all the remaining compounds in Trevor’s cock and balls reached a critical mass, causing an explosion of growth and sex. It hurt for only a moment as the pouch of Trevor’s poor jock ripped and gave way to his enormous and thick 10” cock. His big swinging balls pulsed as rope after rope of hot cum erupted from his huge meat, spraying an endless stream of seed across the room. Eddie kept fucking, meanwhile, until finally coming himself, delivering another surge of growth juice directly into Trevor’s ass. In his brain, synapses formed and memories were imprinted as testosterone took over. Gone we’re the days of ever being attracted to women, replaced by thoughts of muscle studs and hard cocks. 

Eddie pounded Trevor every way imaginable, after that: cowboy, missionary, jackhammer, you name it, and Eddie delivered another load deep into Trevor. 

Trevor was in bliss, full of cum like any new gay stud should be, he thought. But unbeknownst to anyone were the permanent changes Eddie brought to Trevor’s body....

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Part Thirteen

Mutation

It had been about a month since I returned from my trip to Chicago and my experience with Eddie. After the events of that day, I spent a couple days in the city, visiting the health club and meeting some of the other guys and guests that visited. Sadly, I didn’t get to keep most of the changes to my body that happened to me in that time, but I did come away from it a little more muscular, hairy, with a slightly bigger and much bigger sex drive. I met lots of great guys who I fooled around with, mostly jerking off or exchanging blow jobs. Most exciting of all, I met a couple of guys named Chris and Evan, who were there for a little vacation. I didn’t get to spend much time with them, but I learned they were also students at my university! I was excited to get back to school, since after my trip, I had been living at home away from other people my age for a whole month. At the beginning of the semester, I vowed to get back and find that guy from the gym who recommended me the club in the first place.

So finally, when move in happened, I couldn’t have been more enthusiastic about driving back to campus and setting up my room. I moved in a couple of days before my roommate, my friend from freshman year, Nate. Nate was a good friend, if not a little absent-minded. I thought about how much I should tell him about what happened to me this summer, but couldn’t really come up with a good answer. I knew he would be supportive; on the other hand, I didn’t want to make anything about our relationship weird. 

Anyway, it was a hot humid late-August day when Nate would finally be moving in. I asked if he needed help, to which he responded that he didn’t and that he and his brother could take care of it. With my obligation to help my friend now handled, I had the entire morning open.

I didn’t want to get in Nate’s way while he moved his stuff into the dorm, so I decided to go to the gym. I hadn’t been for a long time, and definitely not since my changes... and well, who knows - maybe I could meet the mysterious stud from before and thank him in the way I now knew how.

I pulled on a grey jockstrap and the rest of my gym clothes and made the short job to the campus gym. It was not very crowded, though not deserted; but it was hot as hell in the weight room. The overworked AC could barely keep up as I tested my new strength in the weight room. 

Working out was fun, for once! Sure, I wasn’t the strongest guy in the weight room, but at least I could lift without feeling like everyone was watching me, secretly commenting on how weak and pathetic I looked. I went around the room, doing a variety of lifts, finally stopping at the bench press. After a few test runs, I loaded up a total weight of 180 and got into position on the bench.

Before I even moved the weight, a guy stepped into my field of view. Shit! There he was! And now, I was looking straight up at him.

”Hey there stud. Thought you could use a spotter.”

”Thanks,” I replied. He was standing behind the bench, his hands just below the bar ready to spot me. He was really close to the bench, his gym shorts almost touching the top of my head. I could easily smell his manly odor. Hoping to impress him, I benched a set as hard as I could. On the 10th rep, he gave me a little help as I racked the weight. 

“Damn, nice man! I think I’ve seen you here before... but you look different!”

”Yeah, I think you might know a thing or two about why,” I responded slyly. 

“Oh shit, that’s you... Name’s Mark.” He extended a hand.

I took it with as firm a grip as I could muster and shook it. “I’m Trevor.”

He looked even sexier than before. Muscles for days, stretching the limits of the tight undershirt he was wearing. Thick hair sprouted from his chest and armpits. His pecs and biceps bulged as he talked to me, his deep manly voice booming. Most of all... in his presence, it felt like there were invisible waves of some force, emanating from his body, each one hitting me and making me feel more and more horny.

”So, you all done with your workout?” he asked.

”I could be done,” I smirked. “What about you?”

”Got one more thing in mind. Kind of a... special workout. I could show you the ropes.” Mark winked and started to walk out of the weight room. 

I could have popped a boner right then and there, but somehow I held back, jogging out of the gym after him. I followed him into the locker room, where he went up to his locker and began turning the dials of a black MasterLock. “Hey man, play it cool,” he hissed under his breath at me.

”Oh, shit, right.” I pretended to go to another locker, though I had worn all my clothes here, so I had no stuff of my own to pretend to be rifling through. The locker room was empty, as it usually was on campus in the middle of the day in summer. Most guys simply preferred to change at home, if they could. “Wait here,” commanded Mark.

I looked up from fake-tying my shoes and this time, I did feel my cock starting to get hard. Mark was completely naked, just as sexy as I imagined him. Fuck, I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me with that monster cock. He walked over to the shower area, and a few seconds later, stuck his head out and waved his arm for me to come on.

I quickly ripped off my clothes and threw them in an empty locker and sped over to the showers. The shower area was full of stalls, each with a tall barrier between them and a curtain across the front. Only one shower was on, all the way in the back. I threw open the curtain and there he was: Mark, leaned up against the wall of the shower, steam circling his body, his huge 10” cock hard and presenting. 

Closing the curtain behind me, we started off, kissing passionately. It felt good to be in a man’s arms again. Mark was gentle but firm with his embraced. I felt his cock throb against my torso, as we made out. Soon, I started kissing his neck, slowly lowering to my knees as the warm water washed over me. I gave his pecs and nipples some care, taking each one into my mouth and sucking and nibbling, massaging and feeling the mass of the thick muscular pec around it. 

Eventually, I worked my way down to his cock, first licking the shaft and fondling his balls before putting the entire thing into my mouth. Damn, he was big- and getting bigger. As I sucked and gagged on his cock, I could feel it getting harder, thicker, and longer, pushing deeper into my throat and choking me with its masculine power. I wrapped my arms around Mark’s body and pulled him closer to me, forcing it even further into me. I felt like a true slut being used by his muscle master- and Mark’s deep moans of pleasure gave me more positive reinforcement as he started bucking his hips and fucking my face.

After a few minutes I finally pulled back to take a break. His cock was throbbing now, fully erect at a whopping 11”. I stood up, turned around, and felt the weight of Mark’s massive meat against my ass, teasing me for entry. Then, I heard the most disapppinting sound possible.

A large group of guys had just entered the locker room- finished with soccer practice, maybe? The voices were getting louder, sounding like they were all about to hit the showers. Mark whispered “meet me outside the building when you’re done” and bolted out of the stall before anyone could realize the two of them were in there. A few minutes later, after I could finally stay soft, I turned off the water and left - by that point most of the guys had entered their own stalls, but there were still a few hanging around. I got dressed and quickly darted out.

Outside, Mark was standing under a tree waiting. “Wanna go back to my place? I live over in Eastman.” 

Eastman? No way, that was all the way across town. My dorm was right here, down the street. “Mine is closer,” I answered. But what about Nate? Checking my phone, I saw a couple texts from him. He was all finished setting up- that was at 12:20, about 5 minutes ago. Oh, he and his brother went out to lunch. That should buy them some time. Mark agreed.

But not enough time, stupid! If only I had seen through my hormones back then- the things I wanted to do with Mark... we needed hours, not 45 minutes! 

We arrived in the dorm to find it looking as clean as it would all year. Nate has nicely moved in his futon to use as a couch, as well as a mini fridge and microwave. His desk was set up across from mine against the wall. The room itself was one large space, but separated into two sort of “rooms” by a physical wall that came about 85% of the way across. We decided before moving in to put our beds in the other dividing area, so that if someone needed to study or have friends over, he could do so without disturbing the other’s sleep. Plus, if anything “else” were to happen, there was always the futon.

I led Mark over to the bed area and he pushed me onto my bed - nice, he guessed right. Yanking off all of our clothes, he pressed he forehead up against mine and said, “Looks like they made you into a fine gay stud at the health club.”

”Fuck yeah they did,” I grunted back, now straddling him as he laid down on the bed. I pressed my ass against his cock which was sticking straight up at full length. Fuck, that felt amazing. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, and dropped it on the bed next to Mark. 

He reached down to lube up his cock while I gripped his shoulders, getting ready to be fucked by this manly stud. Then, I felt his cock between my cheeks and slowly pushing into me.

It hurt at first, but the pain quickly became drowned in thoughts of erotic pleasure. My huge bubble butt slowly stretched to accommodate Mark’s awesome girth, and he slowly developed a rhythm, bucking his hips to push further into me. I bounced up and down on his cock, feeling every inch of it fucking me. 

The sounds of sex filled the room: the sound of my cock slapping down against Mark’s abdomen, his masculine grunts and my loud moans of pleasure, and the shitty dorm room bed creaking as Mark fucked me hard and fast. So naturally... neither of us heard when a key card engaged the dorm lock mechanism and someone began typing his security code into the door.

”Fuck, so tight,” remarked Mark, and without warning, I felt his cock throb. He stopped thrusting repeatedly, now placing all power in one single, final thrust, desperate to jam his pulsing cock as deep into me as he could, all while unleashing an enormous torrent of cum into me. Part of me felt a little disappointed I could feel, but not see, his huge load- how hot would it be to feel every blast hitting me in the face or chest? But that disappointment quickly subsided to the sheer pleasure of feeling manly seed inside me, his hot cum seemingly rushing through my body, empowering me in ways unseen.

For a moment it felt like every part of my body had tensed up and thickened or grew in some way. Later, I learned the true biological significance of this moment- of a mutation that occurred in my body back at the Health Club that would change our lives forever, but for now it was just the final straw that put me over the edge.

Without touching my own cock the entire time, the dam finally burst. I shot ropes of cum all over Mark, mostly onto his pecs, but a few reaching his face and open wanting mouth. I moaned as I came, resuming to bounce on his dick to extract every last bit of feeling I could get out of it. It was then that the door opened though, and Nate’s world changed, too.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, when he walked in. Anger, maybe? Or fear? Or just shock? I didn’t know how to react, either. I had risen off of Mark, his cock softening and now out of my ass. I felt his big load in me, strangely internalized and consumed. I thought about saying something, but Nate made the first move.

He took his shirt off, almost instantly, closed the door behind him, and had an absolutely ravenous look on his eye. And then he lunged forward, tackling me onto the bed, pushing me on top of Mark, and started to rip off his own pants.

To he continued...

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Part Fourteen

Experimentation

Nate was on top of me now, pulling his clothes off and revealing his pale skin, ginger chest hair, and chubby body. Nate wasn’t too overweight, but he definitely had a good amount of flab and lacked the muscle definition that Mark or I had. Still, it was hot seeing him like this. He seemed almost crazed, yanking off his jeans and revealing his loose boxer shorts, tented by his apparent boner. He pulled those off too, and now laid on top of me. Mark, off to the side, was surprised yet interested. 

“Nate, what the hell, what’s gotten into you?” Nate was straight, for sure, I thought. Even if he wasn’t, maybe a little curious, I did not expect him to be this wild and forthcoming. He didn’t answer and was now humping his crotch into mine, and he started pressing his face into my armpit. 

Mark was apparently turned on by this, enough to start jerking off as he watched. Nate’s cock rubbed against mine, causing me to get another boner. Nate started jerking off as he continued sniffing me, eventually rolling over to the side of me, lying on his back, still with his face in my pit. The three of us were jerking off now, in this weird arrangement. Mark stood up, perhaps to offer me his cock to suck, then seemed to realize something and laid back down. “What’s wrong?” I asked, but he only shook his head and said he would explain after.

So, we kept jerking until we all felt close. I was eager to feel Mark blow his load onto my chest, so I motioned for him to stand up and shoot onto me, but he once again declined. In fact, he seemed to turn away from me, then moaned as his cock shot ropes of cum high into the air and onto his own pecs and abs. That was pretty hot, and got me close too, so I turned to Nate to let him know, but he still ignored me. I came too, my load a lot less impressive and maybe dampened by Nate and Mark’s weird behaviors. Finally, Nate panted as he too came, dribbling a small load of cum onto the bed. He lay there, a little dazed, and slowly seemed to drift to sleep. Mark whispered to me.

”Was I the first person you fucked after your convert?”

”Well, yeah...” I replied.

”Huh. I think I might know what’s going on with him... but we should probably confirm it.”

”Confirm it? What are you talking about? Is he ok?”

”I think he’s fine, but his life’s probably going to get a lot different for him soon. Kinda like it did for you. Why don’t you stick around here, see what he’s like when he gets up. If he doesn’t want to talk about it, don’t push him. He’ll get there.”

Mark got dressed as he explained his plan.

”Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine. I want to see you again, though,” he said, writing his number down on a piece of paper. “Got some friends I can ask about your roomie’s deal, and then maybe we can all meet next weekend. Let me know.” He sounded a little devilish while explaining his plans, then left the dorm.

I got dressed quickly and thought about what to do with Nate. Best let him come to his senses on his own, I thought. I went to the other part of the dorm room and sat on the futon to watch TV.

About an hour later, I heard Nate stirring in the other room.

”What the hell?” I heard him say. A few minutes later, he came out to the living area wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. I thought I spotted a little dried cum on his abdomen. Damn, though, did his big fat ass look hot in those pants. If only we could have done more...

”Hey man, you ok?” I asked.

”Y-yeah, I think so. Feel weird. Not sure how I ended up here, honestly. Woke up naked-“ he suddenly stopped, as if realizing how embarrassing this story would be. 

“You don’t remember what happened?” I asked.

”No, why, do you?”

I quickly lied. “No, no... I just, came home and you were asleep. Maybe you were exhausted from packing, you passed out on the bed.”

”Y-yeah, I guess. Anyway, it’s good to see you man! Been a whole summer! You look great!”

”Hah, thanks man! I got a lot to tell you about my break,” I answered.

”I’m gonna go take a shower, then let’s talk,” he replied.

Nate dipped back to the sleeping area, then came back out in just a towel and flip flops, carrying a little caddy of soap and shampoo. He left the room to go to the communal bathroom.

When he came back a few minutes later, I told him an altered version of what happened; that I had the hots for a guy at the gym, but instead of my escapade at the club, I talked about “coming to terms with myself” and came out. 

He was plenty supportive, and a little unsurprised. “No wonder you’d always had bad luck with the ladies, man! I’m happy for ya!” 

Perfect. This didn’t change anything between us. I wonder if it would had he known all the true details, especially about his own behavior. I told him about Mark.

”Nice dude, now I gotta get a girl for myself so we can all go out together!” he laughed, taking a seat next to me. Right, I thought. A girl.

I texted Mark the details and he acknowledged. I made plans to join him for lunch and to go to the gym next week.

So, Nate and I went about our business for the first week of the semester. I met with Mark a few more times over the week, sometimes for dates and other times for sex, but we always went to his single dorm room and we never discussed Nate. When Friday rolled around, he brought it up one day on the way home to the gym. “So your roommate, Nate,” he started.

”I called Eddie - I believe you met him - and he has a theory about what happened.” He smirked.

”Really?” The incident with Nate had started to leave my mind, but I was now excited to know the truth. 

“Yeah. Eddie thinks something weird happened to you. Like, some part of all the shit they pump into us stuck around longer than it should have.”

My eyes widened. I was that special? Mark continued. “Yeah, so he thinks you might have some kind of weird gland. Probably in your armpit, that would make sense. Maybe it got activated when I came in you. Created some kind of pheromone, maybe. Drove him wild. That’s why I turned away at the end... didn’t want to trigger it again.”

Oh, so that was why! I felt a little self conscious, right after the fact, as if maybe Mark didn’t like me as much as I thought. The last week had eliminated that doubt - Mark fucked me and jizzed on me plenty - but it was good to hear the clarification.

”I think you’ve got a powerful gift, Trevor,” continued Mark. “I’m not sure exactly what the extent of your change was, but maybe we could test it on your roommate.”

Nate, a guinea pig? That didn’t seem fair. Nate was his friend, after all- using him didn’t feel right. Still, it seemed like he only had any effect on straight men, so what other option did they have? 

“I’ll think about it,” I said. 

“Why don’t we all go out together tonight? I have some friends throwing a house party.”

I frowned. Nate probably would not want to go to the type of party Mark had in mind. 

“Relax, there’ll be plenty of straight girls there for Nathan,” Mark laughed. 

***

At dinner, I told Nate about Mark’s invitation. Surprisingly, he seemed really excited. “Yeah, I’d love to check out a gay house party!” he enthused.

”Well, he said there would be girls there too,” I said through a mouthful of pizza.

”Cool man, it’s all good. Happy to meet your boyfriend and his friends.”

I blushed a little. I wasn’t sure if Mark was my boyfriend, but... he wasn’t just a fuck buddy, either.

We met Mark on a street corner a few blocks away from the house. He exchanged greetings with Nate, who seemed really excited to meet him. As we walked, Nate whispered questions in my ear.

”Damn, that’s the guy? He’s a beast!”

”Yeah, I know,” I beamed. 

Now Nate started getting a little too curious. “He fucks you? Damn, I can’t even imagine...” 

I was a little annoyed at this line of questioning, but I used this opportunity to toy with Nate a little. “Yeah man, he pounds my ass with a huge cock,” I grinned.

Nate’s eyes widened. He was definitely not expecting this much detail. I pressed a little further. “Why, you ever do anything with a guy?”

He stayed silent, but I continued. “That’s how I knew, y’know. In high school I jerked off with a friend after school a couple times,” I lied. “It felt awesome.”

Nate went quiet and muttered back. “Can’t say I ever tried,” he said flatly. 

We were nearing the party, now, evidenced by the increased presence of college kids out on the sidewalk. We stepped up and went through the front door. It was hard to hear, inside, over the deep bass and loud pop music. Mark shouted that he was gonna go find the hosts, while I went with Nate to grab a drink. 

The three of us met back a few minutes later, Nate and I holding red cups full of some kind of sugary drink mixed with vodka, and Mark with two guys standing behind him. “Trev, Nate, this is Chris and Evan,” he introduced.

The two guys stepped forward. Both were immensely hot, and shirtless. Chris was leaner, but noticeable muscles. His body was mostly hairless, and he wore a pair of short shorts that hugged his ass. I spied the top of a jockstrap waistband poking out above the waistline of his shorts.

Evan, on the other hand, was a total hunk. Ripped and muscular, he had a light dusting of blonde-brown hair on his chest and torso. His huge shoulders and arms seemingly flexed themselves as he shook my hand. His pecs were enormous, made to appear even bigger by a thick leather strap pulled tightly across his chest from the harness he wore. It connected to a pair of suspenders, which probably held up a jockstrap, though his pair of jeans prevented further investigation. I turned to see Nate’s reaction.

He looked awed, weirdly. “Nice to meet you guys,” he said. “Damn,” he said under his breath. 

“It’s okay man, you know we’re gay- you’ll get no competition from us,” Evan laughed. “Maybe I could introduce you to my friend Jen, she’s great and singl-“ he offered, but Nate shook his head. “Nah, it’s ok,” he declined.

But the party continued, the five of us talking and drinking and dancing. It was a pretty small house party, mostly consisting of Chris and Evan’s friends, so we were able to meet quite a few of them throughout the night. As we got drunker and drunker, Mark and I started to dance together on, him grinding into me to the beat of some electronic song. I looked over and saw Nate talking to a girl, which suppressed my suspicions about his curiosity a little. But on further investigation, it was clear he was just turning her down and continued to drink quietly to himself in the corner. After the song, Mark went over to him. 

“You doin’ O.K., dude?” Mark asked.

”I guess,” slurred Nate back. He was drunk, but not dangerously so, it seemed. 

“C’mon man, lets have a good time!” shouted Mark. He grabbed Nate by the wrist and dragged him over to me, where I was dancing on the small “dance floor”. Mark motioned for Evan and Chris to come over, and the five of us kind of danced in a circle around Nate, telling jokes and acting flirty to cheer him up. As the night went on, he was in a better mood as we did shots and told jokes and talked to us gay guys. Evan and Chris acted especially flirty, getting Nate to take his shirt off and at one point pulling their shorts down to show off  their goods. As we had fun together, the party slowly died around us, people heading home and bidding the hosts goodnight. Soon, around 2:30, it was just the five of us sitting on the couch, all shirtless. Mark was in his underwear, for some reason, a pair of tight bright blue briefs. Nate was pretty drunk, still, but mostly lucid. “You guys wanna watch something?” asked Chris. 

“Yeah, sure,” I answered. “Nate, you good? We can go home if you want.”

”Nah, I want to stay!” he protested.

”Ok man, no worries,” Evan said. “The big TV’s up in our room, if you guys want.” We all went upstairs.

In the bedroom was a large 72” mounted on the wall at the foot of a huge king sized bed. It was dimly lit, but we all piled onto the bed, the five of us fitting somewhat snugly. Evan and Chris sat on one end, followed by Nate, me, and Mark on the other. 

Mark started getting a little handsy with me, rubbing my upper thigh. On my left, Evan had his arm around both Chris and Nate. Chris grabbed the remote off the end table and turned on the TV.

Suddenly, a porn movie was playing on the screen; two guys on a bed with one of them fucking the other doggy style. They were moaning loudly, the top with manly grunting and the bottom squealing in pleasure and begging for more. Evan struggled to change the channel, but eventually managed to set the TV to the Netflix login.

”Shit, sorry about that, Nate,” expresses Chris.

Nate kind of perked up; I could tell he was sobering up. “It’s fine,” he replied. “But honestly, I’ve got so many questions. Trevor kind of seemed annoyed when I asked him on the way here.”

”What kind of questions?” asked Evan.

”Just... I can’t believe you guys do that with each other. It seems to weird to me, but I want to know more about it. Like how do you decide who does what? Or what’s it feel like? Damm, why do I want to know this stuff?”

”Well,” smiled Mark. “We could show you, if you’re that curious. You can just watch, if you want.”

Nate sort of blushed. He was embarrassed to have asked, embarrassed to say yes, so I thought to help him say it. “Go sit over there,” I said, pointing to a chair facing the bed in the corner of the room. “You want to see what us gay guys do with each other? Well, now’s your chance.” Nate moves to the chair, and I leaned over to Mark and started kissing him passionately.  

Mark and Trevor continued kissing, and Chris and Evan had plans of their own. They too started making out, Chris pulling down his shorts to reveal a bright neon blue jockstrap. Confused, conflicted thoughts swirled in Nate’s head. This was all so foreign to him, so far removed from his world. Still, he was intrigued at how different it was from what he expected. The four guys were like men, he thought, not like the feminine gay guys he saw on TV. And they seemed to really like each other, which is something he never really felt with any girl. Guys like sex, he thought, and well, why not just have it with another guy who likes it just as much as he did? It was all still very confusing, but he continued watching.

Trevor and Mark were fully naked now, the former laying back against the headboard with Trevor sitting facing him. Meanwhile, Chris and Evan were in their underwear, Evan sporting a jockstrap connected to his leather harness. They were kissing and grabbing each other’s crotch and ass, pulling and snapping the strap’s of each other’s clothing playfully. Finally, Evan took a spot next to Mark and Chris adopted a similar position to copy the other couple. The two tops and bottoms turned to kiss their counterpart, sharing excitement at the thought of fucking - or being fucked - by his partner. Evan made the first move forward, pushing Chris down onto his back and pulling him closer, lifting his legs to rest on his meaty shoulders and positioning his cock on his partner’s ass.  

Mark, on the other hand, flipped Trevor over, onto his hands and knees, arching his back and presenting his ass in the air seductively. Nate couldn’t stop staring: Trevor had the biggest ass he had ever seen on a guy. He couldn’t help but feel insecure: all these guys had way better bodies than him: Evan was super muscular and beefy, Chris was lean but with clearly defined features, Mark was less muscular than Evan by a good margin, but had an enormous cock, and then there was Trevor with his massive bubble butt. He thought about what it would be like to have a body like them, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his chubby chest and belly. Nate slowly rubbed his crotch through his pants, continuing to watch.

Chris passed around a bottle of lube and was rewarded with his partner’s cock slowly plunging into him. He moaned gratefully. “Fuck me, baby,” he shouted, and Evan obliged. Mark followed suit, first slapping Trevor’s ass, then spreading it and shoving his cock in. He pounded Trevor, like he had so many times before, but now felt different in an erotic way: he had an audience. He pumped his cock in and out of Trevor with extra power, showing his strength and virility not only to Chris and Evan, but to Nate, his partner’s weird curious friend. Every thrust communicated  to Nate, “this is what a man does. He fucks and gets fucked.”

Mark turned to Evan and gently gave him a fist bump as they both fucked with manly power and reckless abandon. Nate looked on in awe of how primal it all was, and how real it felt. When he had sex with women... it never full like watching this did. 

Finally, the two tops stopped. “I think he’s about ready,” started Mark, slowly pulling his cock out of his boyfriend’s ass. Evan did the same, then Chris sat up and joined them while Trevor maintained the same position. “You ready?” asked Mark, leaning to kiss his partner. “Yeah,” said Trevor. “Let’s do it.”

The three guys shuffled around Trevor, Mark now in front of his face, with Evan taking Mark’s old spot and Chris laying down under him. Mark turned to Nate, who was sitting to the side, gently rubbing his bulge through his boxer briefs. “You ready to see your friend like you’ve never seen him before?” Nate timidly gave a nod. 

Trevor lowered down onto Chris now, rubbing his ass against Chris’s upright cock teasingly. Chris’s balls were big and meaty, full and ready to shoot a huge load. Trevor lowered himself onto Chris’s cock now, taking it easily. Chris smacked his ass as he worked into a rhythm, easily bouncing up and down riding his new friend. Trevor leaned forward, grabbing Chris’s lean shoulders and embracing him and starting to make out with him. 

Evan crept forward, now pressing the head of his own cock against Trevor’s bouncing bubble butt. Trevor slowed his riding, then stopped. “I’m ready,” he said.

Evan gently spread Trevor’s cheeks and slowly pushed his own cock in, rubbing against his boyfriend Chris’s as he entered. Trevor nearly screamed, pushed to his absolute limit. Mark put his own cock closer to Trevor, offering it to him. Trevor started sucking it now, gagging on Mark’s thick meat to take his mind away from the initial pain of being DPed. 

Evan and Chris picked up the pace now, alternating thrusts with each other while Trevor deep throated Mark. He was overwhelmed with cock, but this was the plan, after all: getting Nate in here and testing the absolute limits of Trevor’s pheromone powers. 

Nate felt a little uncomfortable. Trevor was getting filled from all ends with so much manly power... could that really feel so good? “Does... does he like that?” Nate asked. Trevor was moaning heavily, muffled by the presence of Mark’s thick dick. He removed it to answer his friend with an enthusiastic “Fuck yeah!” while Chris and Evan continued their pounding. 

A few minutes later, Evan started to tremble. “It’s time,” he moaned, then started pounding even faster. The tightness of his cock in Trevor’s ass, the sounds of sex, the feel of his own cock rubbing against Chris’s inside Trevor... it all just culminated in so much pleasure. His cock pulsed and shuttered as he shot load after load of cum into Trevor.

As he did, Trevor felt the warm seed filling his ass, and Chris did too. His boyfriend’s cum coated his own cock and he too orgasmed, emptying his massive load into Trevor. Chris’s load was much, much bigger than Evan’s. Shot after shot filled Trevor with cum, each one pushing further and further into him. Eventually, he finished, slowly pulling out. Inside Trevor, the two men’s cum began to dissolve and soak into his bloodstream, a flood of testosterone traveling through his system and beginning to activate his mutations.

Mark, sufficiently edged from fucking Trevor earlier and seeing how horny he had become from the double penetration, unloaded as well. Trevor didn’t even release his mouth from Mark’s cock, directly sucking down all of his boyfriend’s hot jizz into him.

The three tops collapsed back in exhaustion, eager to see the fruits of their labor; their eyes now rested on Nate, who squirmed in his chair.

Trevor felt stuffed, full of cum and testosterone, now swirling through his body and rushing to new glands in his armpits, pecs, crotch, and ass. The glands soaked up the testosterone, which in a way, hydrated them from shriveled husks into plump nodes, factories of growth chemicals and hormones. They began pumping out a powerful scent, which filled the room, unbeknownst to the gay men but perfectly targeted to Nate. The straight roommate inhaled a scent he thought he had recognized from somewhere, as the growth chemical entered his own body. Last time, a small dose had gotten to his brain and modified his sexual desire center, causing him to crave more of the scent and its source; but now, with more than triple the amount of activating, testosterone laden cum, Trevor’s scent was exponentially more potent. The growth compound permeated Nate now, not just altering his brain but also his muscles, thickening them and tightening his body. His cock stiffened, feeling harder than it ever had been before, and his balls swelled up. His body absolutely craved more of that smell- it was perfectly sweaty, musky and sweet. More of the smell meant more muscularity, more body enhancements, and more power- Nate simply had to have it. He stood and leapt to the bed, right into Trevor’s embrace, and began making out with him as Trevor lifted his arms to spray even more pheromones into the air...

 

[11326]

So hot!!!

[11326]

Hope the next chapter comes soon!

[jackdog]

Excellent story,