PART 1

“I GOT IN!!!” Cam texted Katie excitedly as soon as he got the news.  “MARSHALL FUCKING STATE.  FULL RIDE FUCKING SCHOLARSHIP!!!”

“So COOL!” she replied.  “Congrats!!!  Was just gonna text u – I got in 2!”

Cam whooped out loud.  This was going to be the best fucking time of his life.

Cam had worked his ass off getting that basketball scholarship.  He’d trained harder than anyone to get noticed by the scouts and knew how unusual it was for a skinny white kid from the farm belt to make it on one of the most illustrious college teams in the nation.  He arrived at college in a daze, barely able to keep his mouth from hanging open when he met the team for the first time.  Here were the guys who had won the NCAA championships four years in a row.  Even though he was one of the tallest on the team, they still seemed to tower over him.  He’d never felt so humble and proud at the same time.

Being one of the few white guys on the team and a rookie at that, Cam was prepared for some razzing.  On the court, the first practice seemed to go well and he was just one of the guys.  In the locker room afterward, though, Cam discovered that while he may be able to match his teammates in skill, there was one area where he was at a “small” disadvantage:  He had the smallest penis on the team.

Cam had always hated the fact that he was much smaller than almost every other guy out there, especially basketball players who seemed to all have long legs, long arms, and long dicks to match.  Not him.  His cock had stopped growing long before the rest of him and he was left towering over every guy in all ways but one.  It sucked.  In high school, it was unusual for guys to shower in front of each other and most guys didn’t even get fully naked when changing in the locker room.  Cam had been able to do a pretty good job of hiding his lack of endowment.  Only a couple of guys ever saw him naked and he’d been mostly covered.  Cam had learned the art of changing while keeping himself hidden.

All that changed in college.  At Marshall State, team nudity was the norm.  Everyone shucked their clothes and showered in full view.  There were no stalls in the showers.  It was wide open.  Cam could change into his uniform unnoticed but there was no way he could shower and keep his cock out of sight.  The first day after practice, he felt himself go cold as the other guys stripped off their clothes and goofed around naked with each other before heading to the showers, towels clasped nonchalantly in hand and proudly displaying their manly equipment for the world to see.  And why shouldn’t they? he thought bitterly to himself, every single guy on that fucking team had a huge dick.  These guys were the biggest he’d ever seen.

Heart pounding in his chest, he debated what to do.  The guys were all in the showers; he could slip out of his uniform, get dressed, and get out of there without anyone knowing.  It seemed weird to him to do this, but he didn’t know what else to do.  There was no way that he could let the guys see him naked.  In the end, he hurriedly changed and fled before anyone was done showering.

Cam was able to slip out unnoticed for the first week but eventually the other guys noticed that he never stuck around to shower.  “Hey, Vandergroef, you stink.  You need a shower, man!” Derick called out, one day when Cam was getting ready to slip out.  This was followed by a chorus of shouts from the other guys.  “Come on, Vandergroef!  Get in here!  You need to wash!” they yelled.  Paralyzed, Cam didn’t know what to do.  He realized that if he left without showering, they would never let him forget it.  And if he joined them, they would never let him forget it, either.  He was doomed.  As the jeers built in volume, Cam realized he didn’t have any choice.  He was going to be humiliated one way or the other.  Taking a deep breath, he woodenly stripped out of this uniform and, walking on stiff legs and holding his towel in front of him, he made his way to the showers.

There was a loud cheer when he appeared which quickly turned into loud catcalls when, face white and hands shaking, he forced himself to move the towel away from his groin and hang it up on the hooks.

“Oh, man!  You really are a white guy!” yelled D’Andre.  And that was the mildest of the taunts.  Soon Cam was enduring the most humiliating assault on his manhood and it was all he could do to not cup his hands in front of his meager package and slink back to the locker room.  Instead, he tried his best to smile and laugh, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much their taunts hurt.  Finding a free showerhead, he turned on the spigot and waited for the spray to reach temperature.  He figured that they would get over it and leave him alone eventually.

It didn’t happen.  Cam’s small cock was the butt of constant jokes both in the locker room and on the court.  It got so bad that he dreaded going to practice.  Soon, his performance began slipping and the coach yelled at him all the time.  He avoided Katie’s texts.  She was pissed at him but he was too humiliated to confide in her what was going on and he didn’t want her to see him so beaten down.  He would just have to soldier on and take it like a man.  After a week of the torture, he was ready to quit the team even if it meant that he would lose his scholarship.  Katie had stopped leaving voice mails and sending texts.

He was standing there with hunched shoulders, back turned in the shower one day after a particularly bad bout of teasing, fighting to keep control.  He was feeling so humiliated that he could feel hot tears beginning to well up in his eyes.  Angrily, he blinked them away and ducked his head under the spray of the shower.  He refused to let them see how much they were hurting him.

Just as he going to leave the showers and sulk back to his locker, Cam heard footsteps behind him and a strong, authoritative voice commanded, “Come on, guys!  Leave him alone.  That’s enough.”

It was the team captain, Chas.  Cam felt his shoulders relax.  Chas was the only reason that Cam hadn’t quit already.  The captain had been his staunch defender and the teasing stopped when he was around.  The problem was that he wasn’t always around and Cam felt like baby for having to be taken care of.  He’d found himself avoiding Chas for that reason, not wanting the guys to see how weak he was.

The room fell silent and the other guys finished their showers.  One by one Cam heard the spigots turning off and the shower room grew quiet.  He allowed himself to relax, feeling the hot water soothe his tense muscles.

“You OK, man?” Chas asked and Cam jumped, startled.  He’d thought that Chas had left.

Cam’s eyes blinked open and he instinctively turned his hip away from Chas in order to hide his penis. “Yeah, I’m fine.  Thanks, man,” he murmured.

“You sure, man?  Those guys are such jerks.”  Chas was standing beside him, reaching over to turn on his shower.   Being that close, Cam realized how big and muscular the other guy was.  His smooth skin was a deep, burnished brown.  He was the same height as Cam but he seemed so much bigger.  The guy oozed self-confidence and possessed an easy charisma that made people just want to be around him.  No wonder he’d been made team captain, Cam thought.  The guy was a god among men.

He realized that Chas was waiting for him to respond, a small smile on the corner of his lips.  Cam shook himself.  “Yeah, yeah.  I’m fine.  Really.”

Chas didn’t seem convinced. “Don’t let them get to you.  They do this to every new guy on the team.”

Cam stared at him.  “They tease all the new guys about their dicks?”

Chas laughed.  “Nah, dude.  I mean they find something to tease every new guy about.  It goes on for a couple of weeks and then they stop.”  He dipped his head under the spray of his shower and then stepped back, shaking his head.  “I’m not sayin’ that it’s right.  It’s just what they do.”

“Well, I wish they’d move onto something else.  I’m tired of hearing how I don’t measure up,” Cam spat with more vehemence than he’d intended.

Chas’ eyes narrowed but he didn’t say anything.

Cam continued, trying to sound more casual. “I mean, I know I’m small.  I’ve always been small.  It’s my curse.  Who ever heard of a tall guy with a tiny dick?”

Chas leaned his head back under the shower, resting his forehead against the tile.  He didn’t say anything.  Cam found despite his best efforts that he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering downward, checking Chas out.  He already knew that the captain, like everyone else on the team, was hung but when his gaze landed on the captain’s enormous package, he stifled a gasp.  The guy was a fucking stallion.  A long, tapering foreskin stretched tightly across his massive member.  His cock was hanging down, swaying as rivulets of water drained off the tip.  Cam realized he was staring and turned away, feeling his cheeks burn, glad that Chas’ eyes were closed.  His own pallid, circumcised dick barely poking out of the thatch of his dirty brown pubic hair was a joke in comparison.  In that moment, he realized that he would do anything for a dick that size.

“Be happy with what you have, Cam.  Those guys are just being assholes.  I used to think that having a small dick was a curse, too.”

Cam froze.  Had he uttered his wish aloud?  His cheeks flamed bright pink and he stammered, “Wha…What do you mean?  You obviously have no idea what it’s like.”

Chas turned to him, dark eyes filled with meaning.  “Never mind.  Forget it.”  He turned to leave but Cam stopped him, placing a hand on the other man’s arm.  Cam felt Chas stiffen.

“No, really, what did you mean?  How would you know that having a small cock isn’t a curse?”

Chas was silent for a long moment as if trying to decide what to say.  Finally, his shoulders slumped and he turned to face Cam.  “Because I used to be like you.”

Cam looked at him blankly.  “Huh?  What do you mean?”

Chas shook his hand off and stalked out of the showers.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Confused, Cam followed after him, worried that he’d pissed the captain off.  “I’m sorry, Chas,” he said lamely.

Chas grabbed his towel and started drying off, back to Cam.  Cam swallowed.  “Really, man.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to…”

“Just drop it, Cam!” Chas snapped, furiously rubbing himself.

Cam clenched his jaw.  What was going on?  He didn’t want to be on Chas’ bad side but he also was curious what was up.  What did Chas mean that he used to be like Cam?  Was he saying that he used to have a small penis?  How was the possible?  He researched everything there was to know about penis enlargement and he knew that at best he could hope to add an inch.  There was no way he could hope to ever approach Chas’ gigantic size.

The door to Chas’ locker slammed and Cam jumped.  He was toweling off his hair and could only see the captain’s feet.  But he could tell that Chas was pretty upset.  Lowering his towel, he glanced tentatively over at the other guy.  Chas’ head was down and he seemed to be struggling to master himself.  He was taking slow, exaggerated breaths.

Cam was beginning to be afraid and quickly pulled his clothes out of his locker, stuffing his feet in his pant legs, forgetting to even put on his boxers.

Before he could get completely dressed, though, Chas spoke.  His voice was so low that Cam could barely hear him.  “My ex did this to me.”

Cam swallowed, wondering if he should say anything.  Finally, he got up the nerve.  “Did what to you?” he asked.

Chas wouldn’t look at him.  “Brian Valens.  He did it.”

It took a few seconds for this information to sink in and, when it finally did, lights exploded in his head.  Chas’ ex-girlfriend was guy?  Chas was gay?!  What the fuck?!  He never would have guessed.  The guy was the biggest stud ever.  He was one hundred percent man.  Everyone on the team wanted to be Chas Martin.  There was no way the guy could be gay.

He couldn’t help himself.  “Dude, you’re gay?”

Chas dropped his towel and stared at Cam with a haunted expression on his face.  He didn’t say anything but Cam suddenly felt uncomfortable.  He realized that Chas being naked in front of him made him feel weird now that he knew that he was gay.  He chided himself for this feeling but couldn’t shake it.  He pulled his shirt over his head, studiously avoiding eye contact.  Grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he closed his locker, saying, “I gotta get to class, dude.  Catch ya later.”

“Cam, wait!” Chas called after him but Cam just waved as he headed out the door.  He couldn’t remember feeling so unsettled.

As the day wore on, Cam felt guilty for being such a jerk to Chas.  He’d been shocked by Chas’ admission and hadn’t been thinking right.  He realized that he must have really come off like a jerk and he felt bad.  So what if the dude was a homo?  He was still the captain and he was the only friend that Cam had on the team.  But he couldn’t help feeling a bit weirded out by it all.  Chas Martin was gay?  What the fuck?

Cam also couldn’t stop thinking about the strange things that Chas had said.  “I used to think that having a small dick was a curse, too” and “I used to be like you” and “My ex did this to me.”  What did it mean?  And what was Chas’ ex-boyfriend’s name again?  Brian something.  Brian Valens.   Yeah, that was it.

Idly, Cam entered the guy’s name in the student directory and was surprised when it came up.  “Brian Valens – computer programming and genetic engineering.”  He was a graduate student.  And he had an office in the same engineering building that Cam was studying in at that moment.  Too weird!  Cam wondered at the coincidence and then tried to turn his focus back to the computer modeling project he was working on.

Try as he might to concentrate on his homework, though, his mind kept coming back to Brian Valens and Chas.  What had Brian done to Chas?  Genetic engineering of some sort?  Cam’s heart skipped a beat.  What it possible that Brian had done some experiment on Chas?  Maybe Chas’ dick had once been small (as unbelievable as that was) and Brian had helped him out.  That sort of sounded like something gay guys would do.  Cam knew that gays were all obsessed with cock size.  And if your boyfriend was a genetic engineer…

Cam logged out of the computer and picked up his backpack.  He was standing in front of the elevator and pushing the button for the sixth floor before he knew what he was doing.  The door opened.  Cam stood there for a long time until the door started to close.  He stuck his hand out to catch before it shut and, taking a deep breath and feeling his stomach grow cold, Cam stepped in.

The graduate student offices were in the north wing of the sixth floor.  The hallway seemed to stretch on forever as Cam stood there, hearing the door to the elevator close behind him.  The place was deserted.  It was dinnertime and the offices were dark.  He felt his legs moving as if on their own accord.  He was walking down the hallway.  He was doing it!  He was really going to talk to Brian Valens!  He didn’t know whether to feel excited or terrified; he felt a little of both.  This was his big chance!

Cam’s shoulders slumped when he found Brian’s office.  It was dark and there were no office hours posted on the door.  Sighing and feeling his heart flutter in his chest, he reached down and touched the door knob anyway.  It turned in his hand.  He felt his heart skip a beat.  What was he going to do?  Go inside and rummage around?  This was crazy.  He was crazy.  He was crazy for even coming here.  He turned to go back to the elevator, cursing himself for being so stupid.  Really, what would he have said if Brian had been in his office?  Asked him to give him a big dick?  He was laughing at his stupidity when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Can I help you?” someone asked in an imperious, almost stilted voice.

Cam’s stomach froze.  He knew it was Brian before he turned around.

A short, blond-haired guy with piercing blue eyes was standing behind him.  He was wearing a white lab coat and carrying an electronic tablet. “Can I help you?” he repeated.

Words froze on Cam’s lips.  He was very aware of two things. First, he could tell that Brian did not like him.  Second, he was self-consciously aware of how much taller and bigger than the other man he was.  He felt like a giant.  Brian couldn’t have been more than five and a half feet tall.  Even so, there was something about Brian that made him feel very small.  Cam cleared his throat, looking down at the floor.

Brian continued to stare at him, unsmiling.

Finally, Cam managed to stammer, “Uh, sorry, I was just looking for Brian Valens.”

Brian’s face didn’t change.  “I am he.”

Who talks like that? Cam thought to himself, but said instead, “Uh, cool.”

Brian’s eye narrowed.  “And who are you?”

Cam shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of some way to get out of there.  He felt like the longer he was there the closer he was getting to something ominous.  “Uh,” he began again, desperately wishing he could disappear.  “Cam.  I’m a friend of Chas’.”

Something shifted in Brian’s gaze at the mention of Chas’ name.  Cam winced, kicking himself.

“Oh?” Brian said coldly.

Cam swallowed hard.  “He…well, uh…he said that you might be able to help me.”  It was a blatant lie but the only thing he could think of.

Brian stared at him, face frozen.  What was it about Brian that made Cam feel like he was going to pee his pants?  The guy was really cold.  There was something off about him; it sent chills down Cam’s spine.  He wanted badly to get out of there but he stayed where he was, unable to move but knowing he should.

Brian appeared to be studying him closely, evaluating.  Slowly, he arched one of his thin eyebrows, saying, “Really?  I’m surprised.  I haven’t talked to Chas in over a year and the last time he saw me he said he was going to kill me.”  Brian delivered these words with a trace of something unexpected.  Was it pride?  Whatever it was, it spooked Cam and he found himself backing up until he was against the wall.  Even with his back touching the wall, he was still too close to Brian Valens.

Just as Cam was ready to run, though, something changed in Brian’s demeanor.  The creepiness seemed to drain away and Cam found he was staring down at a little, nerdy guy.  Cam felt his confidence return. For some reason, he was imagining Brian and Chas together and it almost made him laugh. They must have made a really strange couple.

Cam forced these thoughts out of his mind and took a deep breath, deciding to plunge ahead.  “Uh, yeah, um…he did say that you were his ex.  And that you had helped him with something.”

Brian blinked.  “Ex, huh?  Interesting.  And he said that I helped him?”

“Yeah, he said that you…um…you know…” Cam couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I…?  What?  Changed him, you mean?”  The corner of Brian’s mouth twitched then.  

Is he enjoying making me squirm? Cam wondered.  He felt his stomach knot up.  He didn’t like being played with.  Still, it was clear that Chas had not lied to Cam; Brian might really be able to help him with his…problem.

Cam managed to stay cool and answered simply, “Yeah,” 

“Which change did he mention exactly?”  There was no doubt about it now.  Brian was definitely savoring making the big jock uncomfortable.

There was more than one change?  Cam struggled to take this in.  What else had Brian done to Chas?  He realized, though, that he had to be direct if he was ever going to get what he wanted from Brian.

In a quick breath, Cam sputtered, “He said you…uh…enlarged his penis.”  His voice sounded shrill and desperate to his ears.

Brian nodded, smiling.  “Uh, yeah.  I guess I did.  And am I to gather that you want the same thing?”

Cam looked at the floor and moved his head woodenly up and down.  He felt like such a fucking moron.

“I see.  You have a tiny prick and you want something…more appropriate to match your size.” Brian murmured.  Cam was paralyzed.  He felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. He flicked his eyes up to Brian’s face and then wished he hadn’t.  Brian was smiling.  It wasn’t a particularly nice smile. It set off alarms bells in the back of Cam’s head.  

“Well?” Brian asked, crossing his arms.

Cam realized he was standing there with his mouth open, frozen.  He forced himself to say something.

“Well, what?” he managed to stammer.

Brian’s evil smile broadened.  “Drop ‘em.”

“Huh?”

“Drop your pants.”

“What? No!” Cam panicked, looking desperately down the hall.  “Why?”

Brian walked over to his office, opened the door and jerked his head inside.  

He wants me to go in his office and drop my pants! Cam didn’t move.  He just stood there, gaping.

Brian gave him a disgusted look.  “I can’t help you until I know what I’m working with.  Now get in here and drop your pants, you big, dumb jock.”

Cam was incredulous.  “No fucking way!” he protested.  He was practically shouting.

Brian shrugged and turned to go in his office.  In a bored voice, he said over his shoulder, “Ok, then take your tiny cock and leave.  I’m not going to help you.”

Cam swallowed.  His whole body felt numb.  There was no way he was going to drop his pants and let Brian examine his penis.  

There was no way he was going in that office.  

There was absolutely no way.

He followed Brian into the office, unbuckling his jeans.  

Brian was leaning back against his desk, a look of contempt and amusement on his face.  The next moment, Cam’s belt was unbuckled and his jeans fell to the floor around his ankles.

Brian smirked and then reached over to close the office door.  “God, you really are desperate, aren’t you?”

Cam flushed.  He wasn’t desperate.  He was going to leave.  He was going to get the fuck out of that office.  He was…

He put his hands on the elastic band of his boxers and hesitated.  He was going to pull up his pants, gather the shreds of his dignity, and leave.  He was not going to let some gay guy stare at his tiny cock.  

The next instant, his boxers were sliding down his hips.  Then they were around his ankles.  He felt cold air caress his private parts.  

He was standing butt naked in front of a gay guy!  He wanted to die.

He pulled up his shirt, holding it up to his chest, giving Brian the full view.

His hands were shaking.  He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

There was a long pause as Brian studied him.  Cam felt his neck grow hot.  He resisted the urge to cover himself.

Finally, Brian said, “Let me ask you this:  Do you know how big your cock is?  Have you measured it?”

Cam looked away.  “Uh, yeah.”

“And?”

“It’s small.  OK?  Can’t you see that?”  Cam looked down at his tiny member.  It barely poked out of the nest of his pubic hair.

“Um, no, actually I can’t.  It looks pretty decent to me.  Certainly, it’s bigger than average.”

“No, it’s not!” Cam protested, loudly.  “There is no way!”

Brian sighed and turned to rummage around in his desk.  Eventually, he produced a ruler and held it out to Cam.  “Measure it.”

Cam stared at him.

“Go on, big boy.  Measure it.”

Cam reluctantly took the ruler from Brian.  He was not going to measure his penis.  This was just crazy.  

He was not that desperate.

Hands shaking, he held it next to his penis, holding it by the tip and pressing it against the ruler.  It was so pathetically small!

“How long is it?”

Cam didn’t answer.  He was too ashamed.

“Come on.  How long is it?  I want you to tell me.”

The ruler fell to the floor.  Cam’s face was flaming.  “Five inches.”

Brian dropped his head in his hands.  “And he thinks five inches is small?” he murmured to himself.  “Dear Jesus!”

Cam watched him in confusion.  Five inches was minuscule!

Finally, Brian looked up and crossed his arms, shaking his head wearily. “Do you even know what the average size of a flaccid penis is?”

Cam didn’t.  He cast his eyes downward but they landed on his insignificant manhood and he looked up again. “Look,” Cam said, dropping his t-shirt to cover his penis, “I just know that average is a lot bigger than what I’ve got.”

Brian shook his head, rolling his eyes.  “Less than four inches,” he said.  “That’s the average size.  That means that your cock is more than twenty-five percent bigger than average.  That puts you in the top ten percent of men.”  He gave Cam a disgusted look and shook his head again.  “You don’t need me, you big idiot.  You need a fucking psychiatrist.”

Brian turned and opened his office door, motioning Cam out with his hand.  Cam yelped and scrambled to pull up his boxers before anyone walked by.  Fumbling with his jeans and fastening his belt, he complained, “I do not need a shrink!  I need a bigger penis!  You have to help me!”

Brian scowled.  “You are a fucking nuisance.  Now, get out of my office.  As nice as it was for you to show me your cock, I have better things to do with my time.  Go!”

Cam stood there, refusing to budge.  He’d come this far and he was not about to leave now. “I’m not leaving until you give me what I want.”

There was a long, ominous silence.  Cam watched Brian’s face darken.  He seemed to grow before his eyes into something alien, cold, menacing.  Cam instinctively backed away.

“You get the fuck out of here now, you pathetic shit.”  Brian pronounced each word clearly, sharply.  If his voice had been a blade, it would have sliced Cam apart.

Cam felt weak but he stood his ground.  Sinking to his knees, he swallowed his pride and beseeched Brian in a pleading voice, “Come on, dude!  You have got to help me!”

Brian was struggling to master himself.  His eyes were filled with a mixture of hatred, loathing, and something else.  The silence stretched.  He didn’t answer.

“Brian, if I had a big penis, the guys on the team would stop teasing me.  They are making my life hell.  I can’t live like this.”  He voiced cracked.

Unbelievably, Cam watched as Brian’s eyes misted and he turned away.  Cam’s heart skipped a beat.  Had it worked?  Had he managed to get through to him?  He knelt there, eyes hopeful, staring up at Brian.

When Brian spoke, his voice was softer, almost human.  “They tease you because of your dick?”

Cam nodded.  Here was his chance.  “Yeah.  They make fun of me all the time.”

Brian swallowed.  It wasn’t Cam’s imagination, his eyes were red.  Brain sighed, and standing up straighter, extended a hand to Cam.  “Come on, get up.  You don’t have to beg.”

Cam clasped his hand; it was cold.  “Thank you,” he said, allowing the smaller man to pull him up.

Brian was not looking at him.  His eyes were fixed over Cam’s shoulder.  “You know that they’re not really teasing you because your cock is small, right?  They’re teasing you because they feel threatened by you.  Guys are like sharks.  They can smell out whatever it is you’re insecure about.  They’re fucking assholes.”

Why did Cam get the sense that Brian was talking more to himself than to Cam?  In any case, he didn’t care.  He had won.  He knew that Brian was going to give him what he wanted.

Brian straightened up, all softness disappearing.  He seemed annoyed with himself and said brusquely, “Ok. I just need to take a swab inside of your mouth to collect your DNA. Then it will take me a couple of weeks to get the treatment ready.”

Cam felt his shoulders fall a little.  He’d hoped that Brian would be able to work faster.  The thought of enduring two more weeks of tortuous teasing made him quail.  

Brian must have noticed his disappointment because he quirked a corner of his lip, saying, “Oh, come now, Cam.  You didn’t think that I could whip this up overnight, did you?  I assure you that it will be worth the wait.”

Cam shook himself, realizing that he was in no position to complain.  Brian was going to help him.  And, he was right, what was two weeks of torment if it meant that he’d have a big dick for the rest of his life?  “Yeah, thanks.  I mean I really do appreciate it.  You’re a life saver, man.”  Brian gave him a sardonic look but Cam ignored it and continued, “You mean you can do to me what you did to Chas?”

Brian laughed, a not very pleasant sound.  “Well…no, not exactly.  But I assure you that you’ll have a monster cock in the end.”

Cam didn’t know how to respond to this.  He gave Brian a wan smile, feeling awkward and scared.  It didn’t seem possible.  His heart was pounding in his chest and his palms felt clammy.  He followed Brian back into his office and allowed the man to rub a funny scraper inside his cheek; his mind was frozen and his body was numb.  Brian hummed to himself as he swirled the scraper around in a vial of bluish liquid.  After a moment he looked up at Cam and, smiling, said brightly, “Off you go now.  Come back at eleven o’clock on the evening of the twenty-first and I’ll be ready for you.”

Cam closed his eyes, feeling his head spin.  With difficulty, he managed to stagger out of the office and down the hall to the elevator. He couldn’t believe what he had just done.  Was this a dream?  Was this really happening? The rest of the night passed in a dull, gray haze.  He felt like he had just entered a different universe and the laws of nature were shifting under his feet.  It seemed unreal.

The next two weeks seemed to last forever.  Counter to Chas’ reassurance, the teasing did not let up.  Cam was humiliated at every practice.  None of the guys ever let him forget about his small dick.  Cam tried to reassure himself that they were teasing him because they felt threatened by his skill as a basketball player and this was the only way they could take out their frustration.  Still, it hurt.  It hurt a lot.  More than once Cam had to leave practice early because he couldn’t take it any longer.

It didn’t help that Chas made himself scarce.  Cam felt awful for reacting to the captain the way he had and he could tell that his reaction had hurt Chas.  Chas was the only guy on the team who had been good to him and then the moment that he confided in Cam, Cam had judged him.  Cam kept kicking himself but the opportunity to apologize never arose.  Chas was either too busy with practice or surrounded by too many people.  He could have asked Chas to meet him after practice but the thought of doing that made him feel nervous.  Would Chas think he was coming onto him?  In the end, Cam just didn’t say anything and the distance between them grew.

When the fateful night finally arrived, Cam was breathless.  His heart had been pounding all day and he hadn’t been able to sleep.  Getting up, he felt bleary and the rest of the day only got worse.  By evening, everything seemed surreal and Cam was certain that Brian had just been joking with him.  The minutes ticked by and Cam grew more and more anxious.  What if Brian forgot?  He lost his appetite and couldn’t eat dinner.  The food was tasteless in his mouth.

Finally, he heard the bell tower ring as he hurried across campus.  His heart was in his throat and he worried that the building would be locked.  He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or wary when he turned the corner and saw Brian waiting for him in the entrance of the building, a blue hoodie pulled up over his head.  

“Listen,” he warned as Cam drew near.  “I think you should talk to Chas before you go through with this.  This is an incredibly experimental treatment and there are lots of possible side effects.”

Cam heart was in his throat.  It was like Brian was speaking some other language.  All he wanted was the treatment.  He realized that despite his nerves, he wanted it more than anything else.

Brian gave Cam a hard look.  “You’re not even listening to me, are you?  You saw Chas’ monster cock and that was enough for you.  To hell with the consequences, huh?”  He pulled out a little paper bag and shook it.  Cam heard the gentle tinkling sound of pills.  Instinctively, he reached out for it but Brian pulled it away.

“God, you guys are the same,” Brian spat.  “All you care about is having a huge dick.”

“Come on, man!” Cam pleaded.  “You have no idea how much I want this.  Please.  I don’t care about the side effects.  I’m just so tired of being small.”

Brian stared at him for a long moment.  Finally, he shook his head.  “Sometimes getting what you want is a curse, Cam.”

Cam was exasperated.  “You have no idea how fucking long I’ve suffered.  You don’t understand what it’s like to be laughed at.  That is a curse.  There’s nothing that could be worse than that.”

Brian’s gaze turned cold at these words and he looked like he was going to explode.  With difficulty, though, he mastered himself before hurling the bag at Cam.  Cam grabbed at it desperately.  “I don’t want you to ever contact me again,” Brian said vehemently.  “If you don’t like the results, it’s your own damn fault.  You got that?  Don’t even think of coming crying to me if things go wrong.  I won’t help you.  Got it?”

Cam nodded, breathless.  He held the bag close to his chest.

Brian shook his head.  “You don’t but you soon will.”  He paused for a few moments as if deciding something.  Finally, he spoke in a low voice.  “Listen carefully to what I’m going to tell you.  If you follow my directions, you will most likely avoid the worst of the side effects.  If you screw up, well, I can’t predict what might happen.”

Cam nodded eagerly.  The corner of Brian’s lip lifted; it was a sneer.

“Take two of these a day for the next month with a big meal, in the morning and in the evening.  I’d suggest eating as much protein as possible.”

Cam nodded again, already tearing into the bag.  Brian shook his head.  “Oh,” he added, “And don’t have sex or beat off until you’ve taken all of the pills—that’s the most important part.  You understand?”

Cam looked up at him, uncomprehendingly.  Don’t beat off?  Don’t have sex?  What the fuck difference would that make? he wondered.

Brian was glaring at him, not even bothering to hide his contempt. “Listen to me, you fucking idiot.  Don’t cum for a month.  Period.  I know that’s hard for guys your age but you’ll just have to do it.  If you’re smart and you have a girlfriend, you’ll go over to her place right now and tell her in person that you won’t be having sex for a month.  That’s far nicer than texting her.”

“But…” Cam started to say but Brian stopped him.  

“Don’t take the pills if you can’t commit to it.  I haven’t been able to work out all of the bugs yet.  Something happens to the nanobots when you orgasm.”

“Nanobots?” Cam asked, perplexed.

“Yes. Nanobots.  This is the bleeding edge of genetic engineering, Cam.”

Cam swallowed.  “What are they?” he asked hesitantly.

Brian grimaced and then turned to go back in the building.  “You wanted a big cock, right?  Just make sure to take one pill every morning, don’t double up doses if you forget, eat lots of protein, and don’t cum for a month.  You’ll be fine.  Maybe.  At least you’ll have a big cock.”  The door started to close behind him but Cam reached out and held it open.  Brian turned, if possible his gaze was even icier than before.

“Wait!  What about payment?” Cam gasped, mind reeling.  He’d been waiting his whole life for this but now it was all happening too fast.  It was too weird.  Like science fiction or something.

“I’m not doing for this you, Cam.”  Brian’s eyes drifted over Cam’s shoulder, losing focus for moment before snapping back.  “I’m doing it for Chas.”  With that, he pulled the door shut, forcing Cam to let go fast in order to keep his fingers intact.  Brian stalked off through the atrium, not bothering to look back.

Cam stood there in the dim light outside the engineering building, gingerly holding the little bag.  Carefully, he opened it, pulling out the tiny bottle and holding the capsules up to the light.  They looked just like his allergy pills.  He couldn’t believe that these little things would make his penis grow.  It didn’t seem possible that this could be finally happening to him.  A stupid grin on his face, he slipped the pills inside his pocket and made his way back to the dorms.

****

PART 2

Despite Brian’s urging, Cam couldn’t imagine telling Katie about this.  He hadn’t talked to her in over a week and she had been so pissed with him by then that she’d said she never wanted to see him again if he wasn’t going to return her phone calls or texts.  Given that, he knew it wouldn’t go over well if he just showed up at her dorm to tell her that he wasn’t going to have sex with her for a month.  He would just have to figure out a way to tell her later.  He hung his head and hurried back to his dorm.  His roommate Clif was asleep when he got back to his room.  Cam set his alarm for early the next morning and went to bed.

When the alarm went off, he silenced it before Clif could yell at him and pulled on his clothes from the day before.  Closing the door quietly, he made his way through the silent dorm and drove down to the all-night steakhouse on the outskirts of the campus.  The tired waitress took his order without raising an eyebrow and deposited an enormous porterhouse steak in front of him about twenty minutes later.  It was a massive slab of meat, the biggest that the steakhouse offered.  Cam stared at it.  Red juices dripped down the plate.  It looked completely unappetizing.  Pulling the pills out of his pocket, he popped one in mouth and swallowed it down.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination but he could have sworn that he felt a buzzing in his stomach as the pill settled there.  In a minute, it was like he’d gotten a jolt of caffeine in his system because he felt wide awake and energized, despite having gotten only a couple of hours of sleep the night before.  And he was hungry.  The steak that had looked grotesque to him a moment ago was now the most delicious thing he could imagine.  He devoured it in minutes and ordered another one.  Patting his stomach in satisfaction afterward, he realized that it was going to be a very expensive month.  Good thing he had his parent’s credit card.

***

His cock tingled in his jock during the whole practice and Cam was on fire on the court.  His teammates were amazed and the coach couldn’t have been more pleased.  He creamed the defense and scored five baskets in a row.  The tingling in his jock got more pronounced.  Cam could almost feel his penis growing bigger by the minute.  He was grinning ear to ear by the end of practice.  Chas wouldn’t look at him and avoided him the entire practice.

Stripping in the locker room, Cam couldn’t wait to get a look at his penis.  He casually slipped out of his jock and surreptitiously looked down at his organ.  It was definitely bigger!  While still small, he could tell that it poked out further from his bush of pubic hair.  The head seemed fatter than he remembered, too.  Several millimeters of new skin glowed pink and healthy around his cock head.  Cam smiled to himself and proudly let his shorts fall to the floor.

The guys still teased him mercilessly in the shower but Cam didn’t care.  He swore he could feel the new cells dividing and growing all the time.  The tingling down there grew more and more noticeable as the day wore on.

Finally, after his biology class, he couldn’t stand it any longer.  He had to look at it again.  He had to touch it.  Knowing that Clif would be at class, Cam raced back to his dorm room and hastily locked himself in the bathroom.  Judging from the constant tingling in his crotch, he knew it had to be even bigger than it was after practice.

Cam pulled down his jeans and, holding up his shirt, turned toward the mirror and almost whooped out loud.  It wasn’t his imagination.  His penis really was noticeably longer.  He couldn’t tell but he judged it had grown about a half inch.  This was incredible!  Just looking at it got him turned on and in seconds, he was sporting a hardon.  He couldn’t resist any longer, he reached down and grabbed it in his hand…and almost passed out.  Touching it was the most heavenly sensation he could think of.  It was so sensitive!  He cupped his erection in his hand and admired the way it almost stretched across the full width of his palm.  Cam wanted to cry he was so happy.  This was better than a dream come true.

He was tempted to keep jacking himself but remembered Brian’s warning and somehow managed to stop, even though his whole body was crying for more of the exquisite ecstasy.  With great difficulty, Cam forced himself to let go of his cock and pull up his boxers.  His erection was powerful and didn’t subside for a long time.  Cam walked around with it pressing painfully against his jeans for most of the day.  He was privately glad that it was still small enough to be unnoticeable.  Still, it was a constant distraction and he had a lot of difficulty concentrating in class.

After a few days, Cam’s schlong had grown a little longer and the head was fatter.  He almost squealed in delight one morning when he padded over to the bathroom to pee.  Pulling down his shorts, he stared proudly.  Soon, he was certain that his cock would be almost average length.  Maybe someday it would even rival the enormous appendages that his teammates sported.  He pulled on it and aimed it at the toilet to piss, feeling like he was a whole new man.

***

The only downside to Brian’s treatment was that Cam was perennially horny and sported a hardon almost constantly.  He had to be careful in the showers because his cock had become so sensitive that a mere trickle of water dribbling down his shaft was enough to get him hard.  He had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep his mind off his cock while he was undressing and cleaning up after practice.  Resisting the urge to jack off was getting harder by the day, so to speak.

A few more days passed and he was reaching down to adjust himself when he felt something unfamiliar.  There was too much skin on his cock.  Frowning, he headed to the nearest bathroom and, darting into an empty stall, closed the door and yanked down his jeans.  He hadn’t imagined it; there was definitely more skin down there.  It was beginning to bunch up around the head of his dick.  Confused, he touched it cautiously.  What was going on?  He pulled at the skin until his cock started to get hard.  Shaking his head he dropped it and pulled up his jeans, waiting for his erection to subside before he left the stall.  The rest of the day, he puzzled over it but it wasn’t until he was surrounded by his teammates in the showers that he figured out what it was:  It was the start of a foreskin.  

Cam abruptly stopped showering and, careful not to look at the guys around him, headed back to the locker room.  He felt strange.  A foreskin?  Brian hadn’t mentioned anything about a foreskin.  It was weird and not entirely welcome news.  The black guys on the team were mostly uncut but Cam thought their cocks looked ugly with all the ugly skin drooping down.  Cam preferred his cock the way it was – clean and free of a foreskin.  What was more, he was sure that Katie wouldn’t like it. 

Katie. 

He hung his head and leaned against his locker.

He hadn’t talked to her in a couple of weeks. He hadn’t had the guts to contact her since he started his treatments.  She had texted him over and over but he never replied.  After a week, she’d stopped texting him and left him a voice message.  She said that she was worried about him and wished he would contact her.  “If you’re breaking up with me,” she said in a low voice, “at least let me know so I can move on, OK?” His heart had twisted in his chest but he erased the message and did not call her back.  He couldn’t bring himself to tell her what was going on; it was too personal and he didn’t think she’d understand.  She’d always told him that she liked him just the way he was and he believed her.  What would she say if she saw what he was doing to himself?  Maybe it was better this way?  Maybe he would just start over with a new girl after his treatments were done?  His cock tingled at the thought of dating someone new and despite his sour mood he smiled to himself.  Even if he had to grow an ugly foreskin, his next girlfriend would be one very happy woman.

Darius strode in just then and startled Cam out of his reverie.  He’d forgotten that he was standing naked in the locker room.  He had to turn around quickly to hide his growing boner.  He felt his neck grow hot but fortunately Darius didn’t look his direction.

He sighed and finished toweling off, careful to keep his back to Darius.  His erection stubbornly refused to subside, though, and he cursed it.  Brian hadn’t told him that the treatments would make him super horny.  Cam furiously bit the side of his mouth until he tasted blood.  If anything, his erection got stiffer.  The feeling of the cool air in the locker room was so arousing.  Cam took deep breaths, feeling panicked.  The other guys would be here any minute.  He wrapped his towel around him but the rough cloth caressing his cock sent shivers down his spine and Cam had to stifle a low moan.  This was getting really crazy.  There was no way he could step into his boxers like this.

In the end, he had no choice.  He could hear the other guys coming back from the showers.  In a few seconds they would be there and he would be trapped.  Whipping down the towel, Cam grabbed his boxers and stepped into them, trying his best to ignore the paroxysm of pleasure this brought as his cock head brushed against the fabric.  He nearly jumped into this jeans and was pulling them up over his erection as D’Andre and Max entered.  Triumphant, Cam shoved his cock to the side as he zipped his pants.  He had won!

At least for the moment.

His erection would not subside.  Just the subtle feel of his boxers against its newly sensitive skin was enough to keep him constantly hard.  After shifting around uncomfortably during his statistics class, Cam was forced to admit that he couldn’t wear loose boxers for a while or the chafing would drive him crazy.  He wondered what he was going to do.  It was too fruity to wear a jock all day and he couldn’t imagine what the guys would say if they saw him putting one on when he got dressed after practice.  They already teased him enough and he didn’t want to do anything that would invite more unwelcome attention.  He was going to have to get different underwear, Cam thought, willing his erection to subside.  This was getting ridiculous.

***

When he got back to his dorm room, Clif was gone and the suite was empty.  He reached down to adjust himself and realized how uncomfortable he was.  His cock was now long enough that it pushed out conspicuously against his jeans when he was hard.  As happy as that made him, it only cemented his resolve to get new underpants.  Something that would encase his cock and not rub.  He scratched himself idly and walked toward the bathroom.  He had to take a piss.

Unbuckling, he liberated his pulsing member from his jeans and stood there for a long time, waiting for it to soften enough so he could piss.  His erection was stubborn, though, and he examined it critically as he waited. It was certainly longer and the head was fat and pink, poking out of the folds of his new foreskin.  He could hardly believe that it belonged to him!  He bounced up and down and watched it jiggle, a silly grin on his face.  Slowly, gently, he slid his hand down the length of his shaft and moaned loudly.  The new skin was so soft and slick.  His hand glided over it.  The much thicker foreskin bunched up on the head when he stroked.  Letting go, he sighed.  The extra skin was starting to hang over the tip of his cock.  Soon it would totally encase it.

Cam couldn’t believe how lucky he was.  Why hadn’t Brian marketed this treatment yet?  He could be a billionaire overnight.  Millions of guys around the world would pay dearly for this.  And he’d just given it to Cam for free.  He was the happiest guy in the world.  He almost had it made.  Soon, he was sure he’d have a superstar cock to match his super jock status.  Soon, he thought, but it was still not quite big enough.  Soon…soon…

In his elation, he completely forgot Brian’s warning and let himself go for a moment.  It only took a couple of exuberant strokes before hot squirts of jizz flew across the bathroom and creamed the mirror.  The orgasm was the most intense he’d had in his life.  His hips bucked uncontrollably for what felt like minutes and cum rocketed out of his cock like it would never stop.  He heard a loud, ecstatic screaming that he belatedly realized was coming from him.  Then he must have blacked out because the next thing he knew, he was scrambling to stand up, his face, hair, shirt, and body all slick with his cum.  His cock was still pulsing, thick globules of cum dripping off the tip.  The muscles in his groin were contracting and contracting; Cam fell down on his knees, whimpering in pain.

After a long time, the spasms stopped and he managed to get onto his hands and knees.  His vision was fuzzy and he was panting.  Belatedly, he remembered Brian’s words and felt his stomach freeze.  What was going to happen to him?  Was his cock going to shrink back to its original size?  He kicked himself for being so stupid. He knew better.  All he had to do was not jack off for a month and he blew it after a week.  He was such a fucking moron.

Slowly, his vision cleared and he was able to catch his breath.  He was so glad that the dorm was empty because he had no idea how he would explain his loud wailing to his suitemates.  Grabbing a towel, he started mopping up his cum.  He had no idea that it was humanly possible to shoot that much.  It was crazy.  The towel was soaked with it and he was still covered in it.

He had to wash up.  Pulling his slimy t-shirt off, he bent over and turned on the shower.  It was then he realized that he was hard again.  His cock was standing at full attention and it took all of his self-restraint not to grab it and jerk off furiously.  The memory of the intense burst of pleasure was almost too much but somehow Cam managed to resist jacking off again.  He was determined not to make the same mistake twice.  Maybe if I only cum once, I’ll be Ok, he thought hopefully.

When the water was hot, he stepped in and scrubbed his cum off.  The water felt so amazing that after he was clean, he allowed himself the pleasure of leaning back into the spray and relaxing.   His skin tingled and felt amazing.  In fact, his whole body felt amazing and, eyes closed, he rubbed his hand over his soft, supple, smooth skin.  A low moan escaped his lips.  He wanted badly to jack off but somehow refrained.

Finally, he realized he was going to be late for his comp class and quickly turned off the water.  Stepping out of the tub, he grabbed a fresh towel and rubbed himself off.  When he turned to close the shower curtain, though, he noticed something strange.  Thick hair was stuck to the towel.  Perplexed, he looked down and saw sandy brown hair was also choking the drain.  He wrinkled his brow.  Had Clif used his towel and been shaving himself in the shower?  He hadn’t noticed the hair when he got in.  It took a few seconds for Cam to realize that the hair belonged to him.

Eyes widening, he looked down at his naked torso.  Not a trace of hair was left.  His whole body, including his arms and legs, was completely denuded of hair.  Only a tiny patch of his formerly glorious bush of pubic hair remained, clinging almost imperceptibly to the base of his cock.  Cam moaned.  How the fuck had that happened?  Then another thought hit him and, panicking, he reached up and felt his head.  His shaggy mane of hair was still there.  Thank god!  Cam exhaled in relief.  At least he still had hair on his head. 

But almost nowhere else.

Wiping the mirror with his towel, he surveyed the damage.  He looked like a fucking boy again.  Raising his elbow, he saw that even his armpits were nude.  Turning around and looking behind him, he felt disgusted:  His butt cheeks were hairless as a baby’s.  How could this have happened?

It was then he remembered what Brian had said about side effects.  Apparently, this was one of them.  Cam moaned again and then his cock caught his eye.  Dangling there, nearly devoid of hair, he realized that it looked bigger.  I guess that’s one bright spot, he thought.  Not much of a bright spot, but something.  Maybe his body hair would grow back?  Maybe it was just temporary? Cam shook his head and, realizing that he was late for class, hastily cleaned the sodden mass of his hair out of the drain and grabbed his clothes.  He’d have to worry about it later.

He reached out for the doorknob and missed it, having to windmill his arms to stop from pitching forward.  He realized that his heart was pounding and he felt out of sorts.  Losing all of his body hair must really be affecting him.  He stumbled through the room and threw his cum sodden clothes on the bed.  He looked for another pair of jeans but couldn’t find one.  Instead, he pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a slightly wrinkled t-shirt that he’d worn a couple of days ago.

***

Cam arrived at class a few minutes late and still feeling odd.  He was sweating and out of breath.  The walk across campus had been a chore.  It was like his legs weren’t moving the way he expected and he had to work a lot harder to keep up his normal pace.  Throwing his backpack down on the chair, he was excruciatingly aware of his lack of body hair.  His skin felt clammy and he realized with chagrin that one of the benefits of having body hair was that it wicked away the natural sweat that accumulated under his clothes.  His natural humidity had nowhere to go and his butt stuck to the plastic chair beneath him when he flopped down.

The TA droned on and on and Cam struggled to stay focused.  His skin itched and his crotch was throbbing.  His clothes felt awkward and uncomfortable.  Sweat dripped down his back and ran into the cleft of his ass.  He shifted and rearranged himself, tugging at his shorts and shirt.  There was an incessant pressure in his crotch.  Cam leaned back in his chair and spread his legs apart, trying to alleviate the throbbing.  The guy sitting next to him gave him a funny look and Cam resisted reaching down to adjust himself.  It was different than the tingling he was used to from the pills.  And it wasn’t like he was turned on.  Sure, he was horny but he didn’t have a hardon or anything.  He shifted again, spreading his legs wider.  Cam wiggled in his chair, keenly aware of how much he was fidgeting but his balls were screaming from being smashed into the seam in the crotch of his shorts.  Finally, he managed to work them free and they flopped out of the leg hole of his boxers and rested stickily against his thigh.

Cam sighed but his relief was short-lived.  The throbbing in his crotch spread slowly outward until he felt like his butt was buzzing.  It was the weirdest sensation.  He shifted his weight from one cheek to the other but it didn’t really help.  When the buzzing started to turn him on, he abruptly got up and walked out of the lecture, ignoring the raised eyebrow from his TA.  He didn’t know what he was going to do but had to get out of there.  This was driving him crazy.  He let the door click shut behind him and leaned against the wall outside of the lecture, head spinning and crotch throbbing.  This was crazy.  What had he done to himself?  He felt sweat dripping down his thighs and briefly wondered whether he should try to contact Brian.

But. 

Brian had been clear:  He would not help Cam.  He had warned him and Cam hadn’t listened.

He hung his head.  This was his fault.  He stood there, horny and uncomfortable and slightly panicked.  He didn’t know what to do.  He didn’t know what was going on with him.  When would this stop?  He threw his head back painfully against the cement wall and cursed out loud.  He was such a fucking idiot!  He’d had it made and then screwed it all up.  His crotch pulsed, almost painfully this time and he moaned.  Should he call Chas?  Would Chas appeal to Brian for him?  Maybe Chas could help?

But how would he explain this to Chas?  His mind was feverish.  What would happen if he talked to Chas?  There was a sick feeling in his stomach as he thought about it.  Chas would freak.  He would fucking freak if he knew that Cam had contacted Brian.  He might even turn Cam in.  What would the coach say if he found out one of his players was taking illicit drugs?  What would happen?  Cam groaned.  He’d get kicked off the team.  Fuck.  He’d getting fucking kicked off the team.  He was screwed.

People were starting to filter out of class and Cam realized he had to make a decision.  He needed to do something, go somewhere, he needed to talk to someone but he couldn’t decide what to do until he felt his stomach growl.  With everything going on, he’d missed lunch and was starving.  He pushed himself off the wall and tried to straighten his shoulders.  Food would help.  He’d go get something to eat.  Maybe then he could think clearly.  Clutching his bag, he stalked off toward his dorm.

***

Cam didn’t feel like eating in the cafeteria.  He didn’t want to run into anyone he knew.  He couldn’t handle small talk and he didn’t want anyone to see him just then.  He felt too weird.  And what if he ran into his teammates.  Or Clif.  Cam shuddered and shuffled off toward the parking lot, mind reeling and stomach rumbling.  He would drive downtown far from campus and eat in peace.

He drove off in a daze, not sure where he was going.  He hadn’t really gotten to know the city outside of the immediate campus area and was too worked up to pay much attention to where he was going.  All he knew was that after driving for a while, he saw a likely place with an open parking spot in front.  Blearily, he parked and fumbled his way inside, trying to at least pretend everything was Ok.  After he sat down and grabbed a menu, he realized that it was a Puerto Rican restaurant and the menu was in Spanish.  He must have driven into the barrio.  He slumped in his chair, not sure what to do.  He didn’t like spicy food but he was starving and didn’t have it in him to get up and find another restaurant.  He decided to stay.

The waiter, a stocky Latino guy with huge arms and lots of tattoos walked over and greeted him in Spanish. Cam stared at him for moment before stammering, “Uh, no hablo espanol,” he said, raising his hands, palms up.  

The guy gave him a funny look and switched to English.  “You Ok?   You don’t look good.”

Cam grimaced and shrugged.  What could he say?  “I…I’m just hungry.”

 The waiter gave him a concerned look before continuing.  “What can I get for you?” 

Cam didn’t need to remember Brian’s advice about the steak.  It was all he could think about.  “Do you have steak?”

“Bistek?” the guy asked.  “Sure, we got that.”

“Good.  Is it really big?”

The waiter gave him a funny look.  “The steak?”

Cam shook his head.  What did the guy think he meant?  

“Uh, yeah,” Cam said, annoyed.

The guy smirked and, putting his fingers together, indicated the approximate portion size of the steak.

Cam sighed and nodded.  The steaks weren’t very big.  “I’ll take five.”

“Five. En serio?”

Cam nodded again.  “I’m fucking starving, man.”

The waiter wandered off.  Cam took the opportunity to pull out his iPhone to look for nearby clothing stores.  After a couple of clicks, a likely place popped up.  It was only a couple of blocks away.  While he was thinking about it, he started to text Katie to see what she was up to that night.  He was horny again.  Then he remembered that she wasn’t speaking to him and that already he’d lost all of his body hair when he ignored Brian’s advice and didn’t want to push his luck.  How was he going to make it an entire month without having sex?  His cock was tingling and Cam reached down to adjust.  From the new discomfort, he knew that it had just gotten a little longer.  Awesome! He thought.

After devouring the steaks, Cam felt his groin tingling with renewed vigor and knew that the nanobots were reinvigorated.  He smiled to himself.  The waiter was looking at him strangely as Cam got up and paid for his lunch, but he ignored him and headed out to look for new underwear.

He walked a few blocks, trying to ignore the aching in his body and the extra effort it took to walk.  It was like his legs and feet didn’t work quite right.  He had to work harder to keep up the pace.  The store turned out to be a boutique in the heart of the barrio.  Cam hesitantly decided to go inside even though he realized that he was painfully out of place.  There was short, dark-haired, young guy behind the counter who nodded at him and smiled when he entered.

“Puedo servirle?” he asked politely.

Cam stared at him.  Why did everyone assume that he spoke Spanish?  “Uh, I’m sorry.  I don’t know Spanish,” he answered lamely.

The guy blinked at him, the corner of his mouth lifting. “No problem, dude.  I can help you.  What do you need?”

Cam flushed.  There was no way he was going to have this guy help him pick out underwear.  “I…I’m just looking.”

“Ok, no problem.  Please have a look around.  I’ll be here if you have any questions.”  The guy went back to staring into his iPhone but Cam could see him out of the corner of his eye looking up periodically to glance at him.

Cam browsed through the store.  The clothes were not his style at all.  Everything was too flashy, trendy, and tight-fitting. European or something.  He preferred clothes straight up.  Jeans.  T-shirts.  Hoodies.  The basics.  At the back of the store were some racks with underwear.  The guy at the counter kept looking over at Cam in a way that made him feel nervous so he was relieved when a couple of other customers came in and started chatting loudly in Spanish with the guy at the counter.  Cam relaxed.  He didn’t want anyone watching him while he picked out his underwear.

Predictably, the underwear was pretty skimpy and fruity.  No real guy would ever wear these things, Cam thought to himself.  He was turning around to walk out of the store when he surprised himself by grabbing a few packages of brightly-colored briefs from the rack.  He dropped them on the counter, waiting for the guys to finish their conversation.  They were carrying on loudly and didn’t notice him for a few moments.  When the guy behind the counter finally looked up, he winked at Cam.

“These will look good on you,” he said slyly and Cam blushed.

“Uh,” Cam stammered.  “I don’t usually wear stuff like this.”

“Really?  You should come back sometime and let me help you pick out some stuff.  You’ll be a real papi before you know it.”  He winked again and ran Cam’s credit card through the terminal.

Cam was confused but then looked down and noticed the underwear brand name was ‘Papi’.  He also noticed that the pairs he was purchasing were incredibly sheer.  Cheeks coloring, he realized that he could never wear these.  If he showed up at practice wearing these, the guys would never let him live it down.  The guy had already swiped his card, though, and Cam didn’t feel up to making the dude do a return.

Clutching the bag under his arm, Cam hastily left the shop, acutely self-conscious and bewildered by his behavior.

***

By the time he got back to his dorm, Cam was feeling bolder.  Between that and the chafing of his cock, he was convinced to try on a pair of the underwear. It was bright blue bikini brief.  Pulling it out of the package, Cam flushed when he realized it was mesh in back; his ass cheeks would be clearly visible through it.  He held them distastefully between his thumb and forefinger, seriously wanting to toss them in the trash but instead surprised himself by stepping into them.  “Fuck it!” he said out loud in a strangely aggressive voice.  When his dick slipped perfectly into the tight pouch, Cam had to admit that the mesh fabric felt great and he liked the way it hugged his ass.  He smiled to himself in satisfaction before he realized what he was doing and had second thoughts.  He really should just throw them out and go get some real briefs.  But when he put his hands on the waistband to take them off again, he paused.  He just couldn’t do it.

Cam wore the underwear to practice.  His heart was beating hard in his chest as he unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them.  Fortunately, his shirttail was long enough and it mostly hid them.  No one seemed to notice.  Breathing a sigh of relief, he stripped out of them and got into his uniform before heading out onto the court.

Maybe it was five pounds of steak in his gut from lunch or maybe his fatigue was finally catching up to him but that afternoon Cam struggled through practice.  His uniform chafed against his freshly hairless skin and he felt sluggish. His shorts were too tight.  His cock throbbed in his jock, a constant distraction.  He missed several easy shots.  After a while, he had to stop to catch his breath.  The usual spring in his step was gone and the coach noticed.

Motioning for Cam to come over, he said, “How about if you sit this one out, Vandergroef?  You obviously need some rest.  Why don’t you get dressed and get to bed early?  I want you at your best tomorrow.  We have a game coming up.”

Cam hung his head but realized he was feeling way too tired to continue.  He slunk into the locker room and, not bothering to shower, got dressed.  Maybe he just had to get used to the feel of his hairless body but his clothes felt weird when he pulled them one.  His shirt didn’t fit right.  It was too tight or something.  Even his shoes fit differently.  He just felt uncomfortable all over and he trudged back to his dorm.

Even though it had only been a few hours since he’d eaten, he was feeling ravenous again and decided to get something to eat.  He got in his car and surprised himself by driving back to the same restaurant in the barrio where he’d had lunch.

“Que pasa?” the guy asked when he walked in.  It was the same stocky Latino guy who’d served him for lunch.  He was wearing a really tight muscle shirt this time.  Cam noticed that he had a really impressive chest before looking away uncomfortably.

Cam shrugged.  “No mucho.”

“Ah, ahora tu hablas espanol!” the guy gave him a wide smile.  Cam found that he was smiling back.

“Si, pero you no se muchas palabras,” Cam answered, surprised that he even knew how to say this much.

“Si quieres, te ensenare,” the guy said, winking.  For some reason, Cam blushed and wandered over to a table.

He ordered another five steaks and devoured them.  The guy laughed watching Cam shoveling the food in his mouth and even came over to his booth and sat down.  The place was nearly empty and a soccer game was on the big screen.  They watched it together in silence while Cam finished his dinner.

“You from around here, man?” the guy asked finally.

Cam ducked his head.  “Naw.  I’m from Iowa.  Farm country.”

“Really.  You look familiar.  Is your family from Puerto Rico?”

Cam had to stifle a laugh; he was just about as white as they came, light-haired and blue-eyed.  “No,” he replied, a puzzled look on his face.  “My last name is Vandergroef.  I’m Dutch.”

The guy didn’t look like he believed him.  “En serio?”

“Yeah, it’s true. Really,” Cam insisted.

The guy shrugged.  “Ok.  Whatever you say, amigo.”  Then, sticking out his hand, he said, “My name’s Antonio.”

Cam clasped the outstretched hand and Antonio gave him a firm shake.  “I’m Cam,” he said simply.

Antonio winked at him.  “What are you doing now?  Want to hang out?  My shift is over.”

Cam felt himself color.  Was the guy coming onto him?  He didn’t know what to say.  “Uh, I really should be getting to bed. I have basketball practice early tomorrow morning.  I’m on the team at Marshall State,” he added for effect.

“Marshall State basketball?  You?”  Antonio laughed.  “You don’t look tall enough to be a basketball player.”

Cam was insulted and puffed himself up.  “I’m on a full-ride scholarship!  One of the best guys on the team.”  He resented having to justify himself.  How could this guy not see that he was a formidable basketball player?

Antonio grinned.  “Yeah, but you eat like you’re a bodybuilder or something.  I had you pegged as a Marine.”

“Me?  A Marine?  Ha!  I could never be a stupid soldier grunt.”

Tonio raised an eyebrow.  “There’s nothing wrong with serving your country, man.  And the Marines are not stupid.”

Cam flushed, only just then noticing the Marine Corps insignia tattoo on Antonio’s bulging bicep; Tonio was obviously a former Marine.  “I’m…I’m sorry.  That was really thoughtless of me,” Cam stammered before adding lamely, “Uh, thank you for your service.”

Antonio shrugged and smiled, a radiant smile that startled Cam with its sweetness.  “No problem.  I get it all the time.  And you’re welcome.  You lift weights, man?”

Cam was startled by the abrupt change in topic.  “Uh, yeah.  We do some weight lifting, mostly for strength training, though.”

“Feel like doing some lifting?” Antonio suggested, hopefully.  “There’s a gym just down the street.”  He flexed his biceps and Cam was impressed how they popped.  “I fucking love lifting.  It makes you a real man,” Antonio said proudly.

“Dude, I don’t have any workout clothes,” Cam protested.  “And it’s late.  I have to get to practice early tomorrow.”  Despite knowing that he needed to get going, he realized that he kind of liked talking with Antonio.

“Just go like you are, you’ll get sweaty but that’s Ok.”  Cam started to protest again but Antonio put up his hand.  “Trust me.  Try it once and you’ll be hooked.”  He flexed again.  “I’ll show you how to get muscles like these.  Come on.”  He got up and, bemused, Cam paid for his meal and followed Antonio out of the restaurant.  It was weird.

***

The gym was a grungy place with a flickering neon sign in the window.  A bored young guy looked up and lifted his chin at Antonio when they came in but then went back to tapping away on his phone.  Cam almost gagged on the sweaty, musty odor in the place.  He was about to turn and leave when Antonio placed a warm hand on his shoulder and steered him to the back past the cardio equipment to the free weights and machines.  The place was nearly empty; there were only a couple of other guys wearing headphones and grunting through their lifting.  Cam saw that they were wearing their street clothes and he relaxed; he didn’t stick out too much, other than the fact that he was the only white guy in the place.  Antonio called out to the guys as they walked past and they grunted at him.  He led Cam over to the bench press and loaded on some plates.

Soon they were both sweating and straining through sets that got increasingly more difficult.  Cam watched Antonio place more and more weights on the bar and he started to complain but his friend just smiled and held up his hand, saying, “Don’t worry.  Just give a shot.”

Cam did and was surprised when he found he could lift more than ever.  It was really hard work and all of his muscles were screaming by the end, but he could do it.  And he felt fucking awesome afterward.

They sat there panting and dripping with sweat at the end.  Tonio, as Cam had started calling him, was sitting next to him on the bench, chest heaving but face glowing.

“You killed it, man!” he said proudly placing his arm across Cam’s shoulders.  Cam felt himself flush with pride.

“Yeah, it was pretty fucking cool,” he admitted, lightly punching Tonio on the side.

“I don’t know about you, man, but I could use a drink.  Join me?”

“Uh, I’m only nineteen.  I can’t drink yet,” Cam admitted, feeling lame.

Tonio looked at him in disbelief, “No way!  You look like you’re at least twenty five.”

Cam lowered his head, flattered.  “It’s true, man.  I don’t have an ID.”

“Don’t worry, man.  I’ll get you in,” Tonio replied confidently, adding, “My cousin’s the bouncer.”

Cam didn’t know what to do.  It was already late and it was a weeknight.  He had practice early in the morning.  The coach was already pissed off at him and he really needed to be at the top of his game.  “I should get back…” he started to say but Tonio interrupted him, saying, “Just one drink.  Come on, man!  After that workout, you gotta cool off.”

“Naw, I really can’t,” Cam protested but Tonio was having none of it.  In the end, Cam ended up following him out of the gym and down the street to a seedy looking place off the alley.

***

Cam groaned when the alarm on his iPhone went off the next morning.  He felt horrible and couldn’t even remember getting back to the dorm the night before.

Clif started swearing at him across the room and Cam fumbled around until he managed to turn it off.  His body felt sore and so heavy.  It was all he could do lift himself out of bed and he landed with a loud thump on the floor.  It felt like his legs weighed a hundred pounds each.  And he was so fucking horny.  Under his shorts, he sported a raging hardon.  Cam reached down to adjust and got a jolt of pure pleasure when his fingers brushed his cock.  It was all he could to stop from whipping down his shorts and jacking off right there.  He was profoundly glad that it was dark and Clif couldn’t see him.

He had an incredibly difficult time struggling into his shirt and thought that Clif’s shirts had somehow made their way into his dresser.  His pecs were sore enough after the ferocious workout the night before but squeezing them into the tight shirt made it worse; even his nipples ached.  ‘The laundry service must have dried everything on high,’ he thought grumpily, tugging on the shirt and grimacing.  ‘This morning can’t possibly get any worse.’

His arms ached and his quads felt heavy.  Lifting his legs into the holes of his jeans was a laborious exercise.  He could barely close the zipper and he almost tripped on the legs; they dragged on the floor and he had to cuff them around his ankles.  Had they always been this long?  It seemed to take forever to get dressed.  When he stumbled out of the room and drove down to the steak house, he tried to remember what happened the night before.  He remembered lifting weights with Tonio and going to the bar but everything was fuzzy after that.  Tonio must have gotten him drunk.  The coach was going to kill him.  If anyone found out that he had been drinking, he would be off the team.

The waitress stared at him when he showed up like she didn’t recognize him even though he’d been there every morning at the same time for over two weeks.  She seemed almost reluctant to seat him, like she was scared of him or something.  Cam was too hungry to care much.  His stomach felt cavernously empty and he ordered an extra steak.  He couldn’t remember being this hungry before.  The steak took forever to arrive and he gobbled it down.  He was tempted to order another but realized he didn’t have time.  He almost fell over getting out of the booth.  It was like his body belonged to someone else.  His head was pounding as he lurched into the restroom and popped Brian’s pills, guzzling water out of the tap to wash it down.

He began to feel somewhat better when the pill kicked in but the tingling in his cock was more insistent and the mere vibration of driving in the car was enough to get him hard.  He badly wanted to jack off but he didn’t have time.  It was torture.

***

Surprisingly, practice wasn’t a total disaster, though that was because they did mostly slow stuff and he wasn’t forced to run too much.  He was just so fucking sluggish and his pecs were so sore and swollen that they barely fit into his tank top.  He couldn’t stop rubbing his nipples; they felt so tender and sensitive.  Some of the guys laughed at him when they saw him stopping to adjust his chest in the jersey. 

“Yo, Vandergroef!  Need a bra?” D’Andre called out and the other guys laughed. Cam scowled at him.

Concentrating on practice was really difficult.  He tried to move as fast as he could and was barely able to pull it out enough to keep the coach from yelling at him.  The other guys didn’t even try to conceal their smirks.  Cam vowed that he would get his head back in the game.  No more hanging out with Tonio.  From this point forward, he was going to only think about basketball.

The only bright spot came after practice when Cam stripped off for the shower.  For the first time in his adult life, he didn’t feel ashamed of his cock.  Sure, it was still small compared to the guys on the team but it was almost long enough to be respectable.  Almost.  A few more inches.  Still, he couldn’t complain too much.  Brian’s treatments were working.  A couple of the guys snickered about his sudden lack of body hair, assuming that he’d started shaving himself to fit in with the rest of the team.  (The black guys shaved everything.)  He laughed it off.  If losing his body hair was the price he had to pay for having a huge cock, it was totally worth it.

Cam was startled when D’Andre came up to him in the shower and asked, “Hey, man.  What’s going on with you?”

Cam shrugged.   “No mucho,” he replied without thinking and then wondered why he’d answered in Spanish.

D’Andre gave him a puzzled look.  “You on steroids or something?”  He pressed.

Cam looked up at him in disbelief, “Get out, dude,” he finally managed to say, working really hard not to use the Spanish words on the tip of his tongue.  “I’m not on anything.  Just a bit tired this morning.”

“No, it’s not that.  You been bulking up or something?”

Cam scratched one of his pecs thoughtfully, wondering why D’Andre would think that.  He was going to respond when he realized something strange:  He was looking up at D’Andre.  Looking up.  He could have sworn that he was taller than D’Andre.  In fact, he was taller than most of the guys on the team.  Straightening up to his full height, Cam felt his aching brain spin with confusion when he realized it wasn’t that he was slouching.  D’Andre really was taller than Cam.  Maybe he had just misremembered?  Maybe D’Andre had always been taller?  Cam’s head was pounding.  Rubbing his temples, he stumbled out of the shower leaving D’Andre to stare after him.

Too tired and discombobulated to think, Cam got dressed woodenly, grunting as he squeezed his aching pecs into his shirt.  The shirt strained against them and he worried that the fabric would split.  He really needed to get a bigger shirt. 

Feeling off balance and unsettled both by D’Andre’s height and words, he absently pinched his right nipple and felt a shiver run through his body.  His cock immediately became rock hard and pushed painfully against the confines of his jeans.  This was a new sensation for Cam:  His erection had never been long enough that his jeans couldn’t contain it comfortably and he reached down to adjust himself.  His cock was alive to his touch and he shivered again.  Surreptitiously, he pinched his nipple again and then felt his knees go weak with pleasure.  It was fucking intense.  All he wanted to do was whip his jeans down and jack off.  Taking a deep breath, Cam forced himself to calm down.  He had to be good.  He had to focus on basketball right now.  He was going to get booted off the team if he didn’t get his shit together.  Sighing and trying to ignore the pulsing in his crotch and the fierce feeling of his bulging pecs pushing against his tight shirt, Cam picked up his gym bag and walked stiffly out of the locker room.

***

He intended to go his bio class but instead found himself back at his dorm room.  Clif was just leaving when he got there and nodded at him.  “Skipping bio again, dude?” he asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow.  He stopped as Cam walked past him, and stared.  “You Ok, man?  You look different.  And you were out really late last night.  What’s up?”

Cam was tired of being told that there was something weird about him.  “Estoy bien,” he started to say and then stopped, biting his tongue.  What was wrong with him?  He tried again.  “I…I’m fine.  Just working out a lot and making new friends.”

Clif raised an eyebrow at this but shrugged and continued out the door.  “Whatever you say.  Just don’t wake me up again when you stumble in drunk off your ass.”

Cam stiffened at that and turned to make a sharp retort but Clif had closed the door behind him.  He was angrily turning to go after him when his phone buzzed.  It was a text from Tonio asking him if he wanted to lift.  Cam wrestled with his conscience.  He knew that he needed to focus on classes and practice or he would be in danger of losing his scholarship.  Still, the thought of lifting weights sounded really appealing.  Scratching himself, he realized he had to take a piss and headed into the bathroom.

The zipper on his jeans was stuck.  Cam tugged and tugged before it finally released.  It was then he realized how tight his jeans were.  He’d been so focused on his tight shirt that he hadn’t noticed.  Grunting, he tried to pull them off but they wouldn’t budge.  He really had to piss by this point and sighed in exasperation.  With herculean effort, he pushed them down but they got stuck on his butt.  ‘What the fuck!’ he thought, exasperated.  Everything was weird this morning.

Finally, he gave one last tug and they slipped down, pulling down his underwear with them.  His cock sprang free and Cam exhaled in relief.  Even though he had to pee, Cam was entranced by his longer member and stepped in front of the mirror, examining it critically.  It was definitely longer than yesterday.  But it was kind of on the skinny side and he judged it still wasn’t quite average-sized.  The more he examined it, the more it bothered him how skinny it was.  Sure, his cockhead was fat but it looked stupid on top of such a narrow shaft.  It almost looked like a funny, fleshy mushroom or something.  Cam felt his cheeks burn.  Maybe he should give Brian a call and ask him about it?  Maybe he’d take pity on Cam if Cam was really nice?

Cam started to step into his underwear when he noticed something else that was wrong.  He’d been so fixated on his cock that he hadn’t paid any attention to his nuts.  But there was something about his balls that wasn’t right.  Lifting up his cock, he examined them.  His newly hairless sac had shrunk up around them.  Probing them with his fingers, his stomach fell when he realized it was true:  His balls had shrunk.  Not big to begin with, they were now almost laughably small, almost like he didn’t have balls at all.  His skinny dick looked even more ridiculous sticking out over a pair of boy-sized balls.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed loudly.  “What the fuck?”  He couldn’t believe it.  Was good was it having a long cock if his balls were the size of a little boy’s?  ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ he thought, feeling seriously pissed off.  He couldn’t believe it.  His elation changed quickly to a sour feeling.  But what could he do about it?  He was just going to have to call Brian.

Just then, his phone buzzed.  It was another text from Tonio wondering where he was.  Despite his dour mood, Cam felt himself brighten up.  Tonio.  His muscles itched.  Lifting weights.  Tonio.  Before he thought about it, he had squeezed into a pair of sweats and sweatshirt and was heading off downtown.  All his worried thoughts about his genitalia, his studies, his practice, his place on the team disappeared.

***

Tonio was waiting for him at the gym when he pulled up.  Cam did a double take when he saw him.  He scarcely recognized him from the day before.  Rather than a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Tonio was wearing a super tight string tank.  Cam caught himself staring.   The shirt really showed off his friend’s massive pecs.  Then Cam saw something else that made him squirm.  Tonio was wearing a pair of Lycra tights that left nothing to the imagination.  His cheeks colored and he felt his heart beating in his chest.  He snapped out of the near trance he’d been in.  What was he doing here?  He needed to knuckle down and focus on his classes and basketball.  Something just felt wrong about this.  Lifting weights?  With this guy he didn’t even know?  What was wrong with him?

Nonetheless, he got out of the car and, grinning broadly, walked up and clasped Tonio’s forearm.  Tonio laughed, saying, “Hey, amigo!  I didn’t expect to see you walking after last night.”  He pulled Cam in close and gave him a full body hug.  Cam flushed at the contact and pushed away.

“Yeah, estoy aqui,” he replied, wondering why he kept speaking Spanish around Tonio.  With effort, he switched to English.  “Uh, yeah, I’m here.  I feel pretty good, dude.”

“You ready to lift, stud?” Tonio asked, winking.

Cam was surprised by the vehemence of his reply.  “Fuck yeah, bro!  Let’s do it.”

He followed Tonio into the gym, working hard to keep his gaze focused firmly on the back of Tonio’s head and refusing to look downward at his…well…you know. 

Inside, Cam did his best to ignore Tonio and threw himself into the workout, closing his eyes as much as possible and avoiding physical contact.   It worked.  He forgot all about Tonio.  The weights were the only thing that mattered.  It was the most amazing experience.  He could almost feel his muscles growing as he strained through each set.  By the end, he could feel his pumped chest, arms, and quads pressing rigidly against his workout clothes.

He flopped heavily onto the bench, chest heaving and body pouring with sweat.  Tonio sat down beside, also sweaty and dripping.  Cam could barely lift his head and sat there, folded over and trying to catch his breath.  Despite his fatigue, his body felt electric.  He couldn’t remember ever feeling so content before.  When Tonio placed a heavy arm around his shoulders, he didn’t even resist.  It felt good to just sit there with his new bud.  At some point he couldn’t quite remember, he’d begun to think of Tonio as his best friend. 

“Dude, we need to get you some proper workout clothes,” Tonio breathed after a few minutes.  Cam was dimly aware of the clanking of weights around him; the gym had slowly grown busier as they’d lifted.  It was so blissful just sitting there, though, he never wanted to move.

He grunted and Tonio laughed.  “Come on, I’ll help you.  There’s a store just across the street.”

Cam rolled his eyes.  “Ugh, dude.  I’m too tired to move.  And my clothes are just fine,” he complained.

Tonio shook him, pulling him closer.  Cam smelled his sweat and felt the heat emanating from his body.  He had to admit that it wasn’t entirely repellant.  “Bro, you are going to bust out of those sweats.  It’s time you got some clothes that set off your bod.”

Cam broke away, unable to keep a touch of derision out of his voice.  “You mean, like yours?”

Tonio pretended to look hurt, pushing out his full lips in a pout.  “And what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?  The chicks dig it.  Gotta show ‘em what’s what, you know.”

Cam exhaled.  “Fruity.  Guys don’t wear that shit.”

“Really?  I think you’re just jealous.  I saw you checking me out.”

Flushing, Cam objected, “I was not!  I’ve just never seen a guy wearing stuff like that.”

Tonio laughed.  “Whatever, dude.  Just let me help you pick out some stuff.  I promise that you’ll like it.  And the girls will never leave you alone.”

Cam groaned as Tonio stood up and tugged on his arm, but in the end he allowed himself to be led outside.

The place across the street turned out to the same store where he’d purchased his underwear the day before.  The clerk looked up from his iPhone and smiled at them when they entered.  Tonio waved and greeted him in Spanish.

“Welcome back,” the clerk said to Cam, giving him a wink.  Cam’s cheeks colored.  He felt really out of place.

Before he could turn and go, though, Tonio had grabbed his arm and steered him toward the back of the store and began pulling a bunch of clothes off the racks.  Cam was dimly aware of a lot of Lycra.  He started to protest but Tonio held up his hand.  “No, bro.  Trust me.  You’ll look great in these.”  He tugged Tonio back to the changing room.

Depositing the heap of clothes on the bench, Tonio started pulling at Cam’s shirt.  Cam resisted.  “Dude, get out of here.  I can change on my own!” he insisted.

Tonio laughed.  “Aw, come on, bro.  I want to see what you look like.  If I leave you alone in here, you won’t try them on.”

Cam tried to pull away but Tonio grabbed onto his shirt and pulled.  In a second, it was over Cam’s head.  Then Tonio completely embarrassed him by yanking down his sweats.  Before he knew it, he was standing there in all his glory.  Instinctively, he covered himself with his hands.

“Seriously, bro?” Tonio cajoled.  “You have nothing to be shy about.  Now, try these on.”  He held up a really shear pair of tights like the ones he was wearing.  They were black but had semi-transparent stripes of white fabric running across the sides.

“But,” Cam started to say.  Alarms were going off in his head.  None of this felt right.  He shouldn’t be here, standing naked in front of another guy, trying on fruity clothes.  This wasn’t him.  He didn’t do this.  What would the guys on the team say if they saw him?  What would Katie say? Tights?

But Tonio had already bent down and grabbed his foot.  In a second, he had forced it through the tiny leg hole.  Cam struggled to get control of himself, trying to get himself to move, to get away.  In the end, though, he stepped in and let Tonio pull his foot through.  He wouldn’t let Tonio go any further, though.  Shoving him away with his foot, Cam stepped back and, turning modestly away, stuck his other foot in the leg and pulled the tights up.

 The tights were…well, tight.  Acutely aware that he was naked and that Tonio was staring, he pulled furiously on them but his quads were still engorged from weight lifting and they got stuck.

“Here…” Tonio started to say but Cam cut him off.

“No!” he said emphatically.  “I can do this.”  Then, he added, “I don’t know how I let you talk me into this.  These are ridiculous.  I’ll never wear these.”

In reply, Tonio let out a low whistle, clearly admiring Cam’s nakedness.  Was Tonio a fruit? Cam wondered but then Tonio stunned him by querying, “You got some meat but what happened to your potatoes, dude?”

 Cam’s ears burned; Tonio was talking about his tiny balls.  “Hey!  Why do you care about that?  Leave me alone!”  He struggled harder than ever to pull the tights up over his himself, face crimson with shame.

Tonio exhaled and placed a warm hand on Cam’s back.  Cam violently shrugged it off.  “Tranquilo, bor.  Tranquilo.  That’s a common side effect from cycling.”

“Cycling?” Cam asked, perplexed but Tonio ignored him.

“I know a guy who can help you with that.  Raider Goth – he’s got a shop downtown.”

“I don’t fucking need any help!” Cam swore.  “Just leave me alone and stop staring at me.”  Tonio was seriously beginning to freak him out.

Finally, with a snap, he pulled the elastic band over his buttocks.  Had his butt gotten bigger or were the tights designed to only cover part of his ass?  They rode really low.  Cam could tell from the cool breeze that at least part of his crack was showing above the thin waistband.  He tugged some more but the tights wouldn’t budge.  That was as far up as they were going to go.  Shaking his head and feeling completely exasperated, Cam stuffed his package into the pouch.  To his chagrin, however, the tights rode really low in front, too; they hugged him just above his pubes, making his lack of hair down there painfully obvious.

Straightening up, he stood there, back still to Tonio, heart pounding, and head spinning.  This whole experience was surreal.  There was no way that he would wear these tights out in public.

He was turning around to say as much when he saw Tonio pointing his iPhone at him, clearly making a video of the whole ordeal.  “Hey!  Delete that right now, pervert!” he shouted, reaching out to grab the phone.

Tonio playfully sidestepped him, laughing.  “Relax, amigo.  It’s just for me.  I’m not going to share it.”

Exasperated and red-faced, Cam huffed, “Dude!  What the fuck is wrong with you?  Are you trying to humiliate me or come onto me?”  He started to pull off the tights but then saw Tonio’s eyes light up hopefully.  Sighing heavily, he grabbed his sweats, intent on pulling them over the tights.  “If I’d known you were a fag…” he started to say.

“What?” Tonio asked.  “And you’re not?”  He gave Cam an incredulous look, snorting, “Come on, dude.”

Cam dropped his sweat pants on the floor and stared at him, aghast.  “Me?  You think I’m gay?”

Tonio crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, clearly amused.  “Uh, yeah.  You’re as gay as they come, bro.”

Cam’s head spun.  “No, I’m not gay,” he stated flatly.  He wasn’t, was he?  He liked girls.  He’d always liked girls.

Tonio’s face changed then and his eyes got wide.  “Oh, fuck,” he murmured.  “You’re not out yet, are you?”  He dropped his arms and took a step toward Cam.  “I keep forgetting how young you are.  I’m sorry, dude.”

Cam froze.  An uncomfortable thought was stuck in the back of his head.  Shaking himself, he refused to let himself consider it.  “No,” he said unevenly.  “I’m not out because I’m not gay.  I’m straight.”  Then he added, lamely, “I even have a girlfriend.”

Tonio took another step, a funny, soft expression on his face.  “Amigo…Cam,” he began.  It was the first time he’d called Cam by his name.  “It’s Ok.  You don’t have to lie anymore.  Even Marines can be gay these days.”

In another step, he was in front of Cam, looking him in the eyes.  Cam swallowed, saying weakly, “I’m not gay, Tonio.  And I’m not a Marine.”

Tonio didn’t reply.  Instead, he reached out and, sliding his fingers under the elastic waistband of the tights, drew Cam toward him.  Cam fought with himself, trying to resist, but found he couldn’t.  Time seemed to freeze as he felt Tonio’s warm hands against his butt and watched as Tonio’s full lips parted and then drew close to his own.  Expectation and fear merged in Cam’s mind and then Tonio’s mouth was on his and he was responding by opening his mouth.  The kiss was tender, tentative, gently probing.  Cam’s brain felt like it was going to melt or explode, he wasn’t sure which.  But then it was over.  Tonio’s tongue swiftly caressed his lips and he pulled back, smiling.  Cam stood there, blinking and feeling like he wanted to throw up. 

He’d just kissed a guy.

The confusion, horror, and revulsion must have been written clearly across his face because Tonio burst out laughing.  “Am I really that bad of a kisser?” he asked, sounding wounded.  “I must be out of practice.”  With that, he stepped forward and kissed Cam again.  Something snapped in Cam’s mind then and an alien, animal part took over.  Cam’s shock dissolved as his body responded and he threw himself on Tonio, pressing himself against Tonio’s firm body, opening his mouth wide.  Their tongues met and entwined.  They wrestled roughly for a few desperate moments before Tonio shoved him against the back wall and ground his hips into Cam’s crotch.  Cam groaned and felt his cock hardening in the tights.

Tonio’s hips bucked hard against him and they moaned loudly, mouths mashed together.  And then Tonio pulled away and wiped his mouth, saying, “Ok, that’s enough for right now.”  He winked at Cam’s expression and added, laughing, “I want to take this slow.” 

Cam blinked.  “That was slow?”

“Uh, yeah, bro.  I can tell you need to work up to this.”

Cam was flushed and he glanced down to see Tonio’s erection pushing against the sheer fabric of his tights.   He breathed in sharply.  Was it a trick of the light or something? The outline of Tonio’s cock was impossibly fat. Looking down at himself, he realized that he looked much the same only the outline of his skinny member was decidedly less impressive. 

“Yeah, Ok,” Cam said, trying to gather himself together again.  He felt numb, disoriented.  He was dimly aware of being ashamed of himself and overwhelmed.  Everything was just happening so fast.  He pulled his sweatpants on over the tights and squeezed back into his sweatshirt.  He felt exhausted.  He just wanted to sleep.

Tonio reached out and placed a warm hand on his shoulder.  “Dude, are you Ok?  I’m sorry that I came on so strong.  I know this is all really new for you.”

“Naw, it’s Ok,” Cam muttered, turning away, feeling shy and embarrassed.  He just wanted to get out of there.  And he wished his hardon would go away.  “I…I just need to go.”  He shifted away from Tonio and turned to go.  Tonio didn’t try to stop him.  “I’ll text you later.”

“Don’t worry about the tights, amigo,” Tonio called after him.  “They’re on me…well, actually, they’re on you but I’ll pay for them.”

Cam stumbled out of the store, purposefully ignoring the knowing smirk on the clerk’s face.  He felt like he was going to be sick.

***

Cam drove back to the dorm in a daze.  He didn’t even remember getting back.  The next thing he knew, he woke up in his bed.  It was already night time.  He’d missed afternoon practice.  Hell, he’d missed his whole day of classes.  He buried his face in his pillow and groaned.

“You’re awake.”

Cam looked up, squinting.  Clif was sitting at his desk, looking at Cam over the edge of his tablet, a critical look on his face.  “You missed dinner.  And basketball practice.  The coach sent one of the players over here to check on you.”

Cam groaned again.  He felt like shit.  He stretched.  He felt really uncomfortable. What was he wearing?  Glancing under the covers, he grimaced.  He was still wearing those damned tights.  And his sweats and sweatshirt.  All at once, he felt like his clothes were strangling him and struggled violently to get out of his shirt.  It ripped at the collar as he tore it off but he sighed in relief and tugged on the sweats.  Getting out of them was another battle.  He was going to fight his way out of the tights, too, but then remembered that Clif was right there.  He wouldn’t have given it a thought before that day but he realized that now that he did not want to be naked in front of Clif.  It just was weird.

Clif was staring at him, brow furrowed.  Cam found himself lost momentarily in his roommate’s eyes.  Why hadn’t he noticed before how hot Clif was with that scruffy half-beard, those piercing green eyes, that shaggy mop of sandy brown hair.  He was quite the killer.  Cam’s eyes drifted to his lips.  Clif had the fullest, most sensuous lips…  He shook himself, trying to regain control of himself.  Where were all of these gay thoughts coming from?  This wasn’t like him at all.  He’d never fantasized about guys before.  Never.  He cradled his head in his arms.

“Um…what the hell is wrong with you, Cam?” Clif asked, sounding exasperated.  “You’ve been acting weird all week.  You better get your act together.”  His voice had an edge to it that Cam didn’t like.  Suddenly, Clif didn’t look so hot after all; Cam wanted to punch him.

Clif took a measured sip from the can of Monster energy drink on his desk, waiting for Cam’s response.  When Cam didn’t say anything, he rolled his eyes and shrugged.  “Whatever, dude.  It’s your life to mess up. Just don’t whine to me when you get kicked off the team.”  Standing up, he marched into the bathroom.

Cam was pissed.  How dare that bastard talk to me like that! he thought.  He stood up angrily and was on the verge of confronting Clif in the bathroom when he felt light-headed.  Grabbing onto the bed frame for support, he realized that he was starving and hadn’t taken his pill yet.  Carefully, he made his way over to his gym bag and dug around in it until his hand found the medicine bottle.  He looked around for something to take it with.  With Clif in the bathroom, he couldn’t get water.  His eyes eventually alighted on Clif’s can of Monster energy drink and he shrugged.  Padding over, he popped a pill in his mouth and took a swig of the acrid liquid, swallowing it.  He was putting the can back down when he had an evil idea.  Smirking to himself, he opened the pill bottle and dropped a few tablets into the can.  He swirled it around a few times and set it back on the desk.  This will be funny, he thought.  Clif was such a prick.

Stomach growling, he realized he needed to eat right away.  He looked down at himself, still wearing those ridiculous tights, and had no idea what he was going to put on.  He didn’t think he could fit into his jeans.  Rummaging around in his dresser, the only thing he could find that might fit was a pair of baggy shorts and an old over-sized tank top.  He thought about changing out of the tights but he heard the toilet flush and he quickly decided to throw the shorts on over the tights.  He’d look weird but he was in no mood to talk with Clif; he just wanted to get out of there.

The shorts and tank top were both tight but he managed to squeeze into them.  Fuck! he thought.  I really need to talk to the laundry service about this.  He was going to have to buy all new clothes.  But he wasn’t going to let Tonio pick them out for him.  He needed to go to the mall and get some real guy clothes.

Cam grabbed his shoes and was trying to stuff his swollen feet into them when Clif came out of the bathroom.  Plopping down at his desk, he raised an eyebrow at Cam.  ‘Off to get hammered again?” he asked scornfully.

Cam made a face at him.  “No, asshole, I’m going to get something to eat.”

Clif snorted.  “You sure that’s a good idea?  It looks like you should lay off the chow for a few days.”

“Fuck you!” Cam sputtered, outraged.  “It’s all muscle.  And I like it.  You should try getting out and lifting weights more often.  You might finally get laid.”

“Yeah,” Clif replied laconically, “And if I looked more like you, I could have sex with any gay guy I wanted.  I think I’ll pass.”

Cam stared at him in shock.

How 

did

Clif

know

that? 

“What the fuck are you saying?” He finally managed to ask through gritted teeth.  It was all he could to fight back a strong urge to pummel Clif.

Clearly amused, Clif raised his can of energy drink and, making a mock toast, took a long swig.  “It’s Ok, Cam, I’ve seen the pictures on Facebook.  I don’t care if my roommate is a fucking fag.  Go out and bend over.  You obviously need to get packed.”

Cam’s face grew brilliantly red.  He stood there blinking, hands clenching and clenching.  Finally, he managed to say, “Facebook?” in a strangled voice.

Clif nodded, savoring Cam’s humiliation.  “Yep, the whole world knows about your gay exploits, dude.”

And then the pieces came together; he remembered Tonio and his iPhone and the changing room earlier that day.  His vision went black and he fought for control, grimacing and taking strangled breaths.  Tonio had posted the photos on Facebook.

Cam stormed out of the dorm.  Clif watched him go, smirking.

***

PART 3

Cam broke every law racing down to the barrio.  Screeching to a halt in front of the restaurant where Tonio worked, he launched himself out of the car, slamming the door hard behind him.  He tore into the restaurant, white hot rage burning inside of him.  Tonio was leaning over the counter, watching a soccer game as he burst through the doors.  His face lit up when he saw Cam and he was about to smile when he saw Cam’s murderous expression.

“Hey, guapo…” he started to say.

“WHAT THE FUCK, TONIO!” Cam screamed.  “FACEBOOK!  YOU FUCKING PUT THOSE PICTURES UP ON FACEBOOK??!!”

Tonio went white.  “No, no.”

Cam grabbed him by the shirt and pulled Tonio up to his face.  “You said they were just for you.  I fucking trusted you, Tonio.  I fucking trusted you.”

Tonio’s eyes were wide, he struggled to get free but Cam wouldn’t let go.  “Amigo..Cam,” he said placatingly.  “I didn’t put anything up on Facebook.  Honest.  Yo no soy un mentiroso.”

“Si, eres un mentiroso, un gran mentiroso.  Pendejo!” Cam spat, unaware he was speaking Spanish again.  His chest was heaving and, despite his best efforts, he felt hot tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

Tonio’s gaze softened and he said tenderly, “Carino, I wouldn’t do that to you.  I wouldn’t.  You have to believe me.”

Voice shaking, Cam loosened his grip.  “Then who did?  My roommate said he saw the pictures of me on Facebook.”

“Have you looked at them?” Tonio asked, his voice soothing.

Cam stifled a sob.  “No, no.  But Clif knew I am gay.  And I haven’t told him.  I haven’t told anyone yet…except you.  There must be pictures of you and me up on a Facebook.”

“Then if there are pictures of you and me on Facebook, I couldn’t have taken them,” Tonio reasoned.

Dropping his hands to his side, Cam started shaking.  “I…I guess.”

“Aw, guapo, come here.” Tonio reached out and wrapped Cam in a giant hug.  Cam didn’t resist.  He couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer and just stood there, crying.

They must have stood there for a long time before Cam finally recovered enough to pull away.  Wiping his eyes, he muttered, “I…I…”

Tonio put his finger over Cam’s lips.  “Shhh, shhh, mi amor.  Let’s take a look at Facebook, Si?  I want to see these pictures for myself.”  He went behind the bar and came back with his iPad.

Cam looked around for the first time and was relieved to see the place was empty.  He could hear clanking dishes back in the kitchen but couldn’t see anyone.

Tonio was peering down at the tablet.  “Let’s see…where do you think the pictures would be?”

“Probably on the Marshall State student page somewhere.  That’s the only one that I can think of.” Cam felt ill.

Tonio searched.  “Nope, not on that one.”  He paused, then added, “Oh, I see.  There is an official page and an unofficial one.  Let’s see if they’re on there.”

After a second, Cam heard a sharp intake of breath and Tonio exclaimed, “That little pendejo!  He has a camera in the fucking changing rooms!”

Cam’s stomach fell; it hadn’t been Tonio after all. 

It was the clerk. 

Tonio held up the tablet and he saw a bunch of photos of him and Tonio, half-naked, making out and groping each other.  He sat down heavily in a bar stool, dropping his face in his hands.  The caption read, “Marshall State basketball star y su novio”.  Cam wanted to die.  His basketball career was finished.  There was no way he could show his face on the team again.  They would never let him live it down.  And, even if he did go back, his position on the team would be tenuous at best.  Everyone knew that a team that wasn’t cohesive could never win a championship.  If his stomach wasn’t empty, he would have thrown up.

He sat there for a long time, unable to process everything that had happened to him.  After a while, he heard Tonio put something down on the bar in front of him.  He smelled steak and in spite of himself felt his stomach growl.  He was starving!

Propping himself up on his elbows, he smiled wanly up at Tonio.  “Gracias,” he said, grabbing a knife and fork.

“I figured that food would help, amigo.  It always helps me, at least.” Tonio said, pulling up a chair and leaning his shoulder against Cam’s.  Cam secretly delighted in the warmth of his body; he felt so cold.

Tonio let Cam eat in silence and cleared the plate away when he was finished.  “Mas?” he asked.  Cam’s stomach felt only half-full; Tonio laughed at his eager look.  “Ok, just a minute.”

Two servings later, Cam was finally full.  He insisted on paying despite Tonio’s protests.  After paying, he stood there, uncertain what to do next.  He didn’t want to go back to the dorm; it was still early and he couldn’t face Clif.  All he wanted was to forget all about this horrible day.

“Let’s go out.  My shift is almost over and the place is dead anyway,” Tonio suggested. Cam was only too happy to oblige.  Putting a heavy arm around Cam’s shoulder, Tonio walked Cam out of the restaurant.

Out on the street, Cam realized for the first time that this was not only the Puerto Rican barrio but it was the gay Puerto Rican barrio.  He didn’t know how he could have missed this before; it was so obvious.  Every store catered to gay clientele and the streets were filled with guys.  Very attractive guys at that, he noticed.  It felt weird but also kind of comforting.  Shrugging out from Tonio’s arm, he surprised himself by taking his hand.  Cam’s heart was pounding but he couldn’t help smiling broadly.  No one paid any attention to them; it was like it was completely normal.

Tonio stared at him for a second and then laughed, saying, “Wow, dude.  You amaze me.”  He reached over and gave Cam a quick kiss on the cheek.  “Just a few hours ago you were a little closet case.”

Cam bridled at this and then caught himself, thinking it over.  He realized it was true.  For the thousandth time that day, he wondered what was happening to him.  This time, though, he didn’t feel as much concern behind the question.  Being gay was starting to feel less alien.  He stopped and pushed Tonio against the brick wall of a building and gave him a passionate kiss.  Tonio’s eyes got big but he responded enthusiastically.  They kissed for a long time, probing each other’s mouths and pressing their bodies hard together.  Cam could feel Tonio’s throbbing cock against his own.  He again marveled at how incredibly fat Tonio’s cock was; it didn’t seem like it was a humanly possible to have a cock that engorged.  Curious and incredibly turned on, he forgot where he was and reached down, fumbling with the tie on Tonio’s tights but Tonio slapped his hands away.

“Tranquilo, mi amor!  Tranquilo!” he teased, laughing.  “We’re in public and we hardly know each other.”  Cam hung his head but Tonio laughed and chucked his chin, saying, “I feel like I’ve created a monster.”

Cam felt like he had become another man entirely and in his heightened state of arousal didn’t care anymore. “Te quiero! Te quiero!  Te quiero!” Cam shouted, breathing hard and devouring Tonio with his gaze.  He reached out again but Tonio sidestepped him and danced out of his grasp.

He pulled a little vial out of nowhere and popped something in his mouth before stepping forward and grabbing Cam by the arms.  Their faces met and Cam opened his mouth to kiss Tonio but then he pulled away when he felt Tonio’s tongue deposit something in his mouth.

He was about to spit it out when Tonio stopped him.  “No, just swallow it.  It will relax you.  You need to relax and take it easy.”

Cam stared at him.  “What is it?  I can’t take drugs, Tonio.  I’ll be kicked off the team!”

“It’s just a Xanax, bro.  Relax.  I take them all the time.  They’re not illegal.”

Still hesitant, Cam swallowed the pill.  “Why do you take them all the time?” he asked and then wished he hadn’t.  Tonio’s gaze grew suddenly very dark and he looked down.  Instinctively, Cam reached out to him, saying, “I’m sorry, dude.  I’m sorry.”

Tonio’s body had gone stiff and when he looked at Cam he had a haunted expression on his face.  “It’s Ok.  It’s Ok.  You’re a vet and dawg just like me.  You know how fucking hard it is sometimes.”  He sighed then and shook himself, instantly switching back to his usual cheerful self.  “What should we do, mi amor?  What do you want to do?” 

He leaned back against the brick wall.  He looked so fucking fine that Cam forgot all about setting him straight about the fact that Cam was neither a veteran nor a Marine.  (Why did Tonio seem to think that about him anyway?)  All Cam wanted to do was pounce on him.

Tonio laughed at Cam’s hungry expression, saying mischievously, “I know what we can do…”

His alarm shrilled in his ear the next morning and Cam tried to reach over to turn it off.  Across the room, he heard Clif moan.  Cam couldn’t remember getting home the previous night and guessed it must have been pretty late.  He was a little stiff and his left arm was kind of sore, probably from sleeping on it, but overall he felt pretty good.  He threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, rubbing his butt thoughtfully.  The skin on the small of his back and…er…lower down kind of burned.  He wondered what was up and then thought about Tonio.  Tonio.  For some reason, his heart got kind of fluttery and he found himself blushing.  He’d never guessed how much fun it could be to be with a guy before.  Especially if that guy were Tonio.  Cam blushed.  And started to get hard.

“Dude, you going out to breakfast again?” Clif called out, turning on the lights.  Cam’s thoughts snapped back to the present.  Clif’s voice sounded weird.

Cam continued scratching himself, not caring if Clif could see him standing naked and at half-mast in the middle of the room.  “Yeah.  Why?”

He heard Clif struggling to get out of his covers.  “Mind if I join you?  I’m starving.”

Cam groaned inwardly but forced himself to say, “Sure, I’m leaving in five minutes, though.”

Clif turned on his light.  Looking over at Cam, he said, “Ew, gross, dude.  Is that some kind of donkey cock strap-on you’re wearing?  I don’t want to look at that.”

Cam shot him an evil look.  “Very funny.”  Clif was obviously making fun of his small package.  Why did everyone have to pick on him for that?  The pills were helping, but not enough.  He was turning around to look for a pair of shorts to cover himself up when he heard Clif laugh.

“Nice tat, dude,” he snickered.  “Do all the gay guys get them there?  It never hurts to advertise, I guess.”

Cam gave him a perplexed look.  “Huh?  I don’t have any tattoos.”

Clif let out an uncharacteristic guffaw.  “Ok, go look in the mirror.”

Wrinkling his brow, Cam insisted, “Are you playing mind games with me?  You’re such an asshole.”

“Just go look.”

Cam paced over into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror and then gasped when he saw the big, fresh tattoos on his left bicep.  They were the same ones that Tonio had on his left arm:  A crudely-drawn Marine bulldog growling defiantly over the Puerto Rican flag.  His skin under the ink was still red and swollen; the tattoos were really fresh.  He rubbed his arm thoughtfully and stared at the new tattoos.  He couldn’t figure out how he felt about them, especially given that he wasn’t Puerto Rican or a Marine.  Still, he felt like they somehow brought him closer to Tonio.  Tonio.  He smiled and rubbed his arm again.

He turned and marched out of the bathroom.  “Yeah, so I got a couple tattoos on my arm.  No big deal.”

Clif was laughing into his pillow.  “Go back in there and look at your ass, asshole.”

Cam scowled at him.  Clif was seriously beginning to annoy him but he duly returned to the bathroom and stood with his back to the mirror.  Looking over his shoulder, his felt his stomach sink and he instantly looked away.  “Fuck!” he exclaimed.  “Fuck!”

“No, that’s ‘Fuck hole’, dude.  ‘Fuck hole’.”  Clif was laughing so hard he was on the verge of crying.

It was true.  Cam did have a tattoo.  “Fuck hole” was tattooed in a dramatic tramp stamp over his buttocks in big, black, stylized letters.  An obscene arrow pointed down the crack of his ass toward his butthole.  He sagged down to his knees on the tile floor and cradled his head in his hands.  His head was swimming.  He tried to remember getting the tattoos but his memories were blank.  It must have been last night but why couldn’t he remember?

He was dimly aware that Clif’s laughing had turned almost maniacal.  Belatedly, Cam realized that he was kneeling, legs spread, back to Clif.  His dick was hanging down so low that it was touching the cold floor.  That was definitely something new but Cam was too mortified to take notice because he knew that Clif had a clear view not only of the tattoo but also of his ass cheeks, spread out.  He awkwardly got to his feet, his previous pride completely gone and replaced with humiliation.

“Is the other tattoo meant to guide cock to the target?  Were you afraid they’d miss?” Clif called out, gasping.

“Just leave me…” Cam started to say and then stopped.  “There’s another one?”  He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Uh, yeah.  But I couldn’t see it until you spread your hole for me.  You are one sick pervert, dude.”

Face burning and dreading what he was going to find, Cam slammed the door to the bathroom shut and forced himself to walk back to the mirror.  Turning away from his reflection, he spread his legs and, holding his breath, he looked over his shoulder.  A strangled sound escaped from his mouth.  He clutched at the shower curtain to steady himself.  Breathing hard, he tried to take a breath.  The sound of Clif’s laughing filled his ears and he hung his head in defeat.  It was worse than he’d imagined.  Far worse. 

After a long time, Cam managed to get himself under control.  His stomach was growling and the hunger helped to clear his head.  Purposefully mustering what little pride he could, he marched out of the bathroom and grabbed his shorts.  Ignoring Clif, he jumped into them and pulled them up as high as he could.  He shrugged on the tank top and headed for the door.

“Wait, dude!  I’m coming with you!” Clif cried.

“No, you’re not!” Cam spat, slamming the door behind him and heading to his car.

He was nearly to his car when Clif caught up with him.  Panting, he exclaimed, “Dude, dude!  I’m so sorry!  I shouldn’t have laughed at you.”

Cam ignored him and unlocked his car door. 

“Aw, don’t leave me here, dude.  I’m sorry!” Clif pleaded.  “I’m really sorry!  I don’t care if you’re a fag.  I don’t care where you get tattoos.  It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

Cam got in his car, stony faced.  Clif ran around to the passenger side and banged on the window.  Cam started to drive off without him but something stopped him and he slowed down, unlocking the passenger door.  Clif clambered inside gratefully.

“Thanks, dude!  I’ll even get your breakfast for you.”

Cam didn’t respond and they drove in silence to the restaurant.

The same tired waitress seated them, giving them both a quizzical look and raising an eyebrow.  Thankfully, she kept her mouth shut.  Cam didn’t know if he could take any more at the moment.

They were sitting there at the booth, awkwardly facing each other across the table when Cam noticed something odd about Clif.  His skin looked different or something.  It was a strange texture, rougher than usual.  Clif seemed to be aware of it, too, because he kept scratching himself.  He was shifting in his chair, unable to get comfortable.  Absently, he reached back to scratch his shoulder and Cam noticed his skin looked dry and scaly.

The longer they sat, the more distracted Clif became.  Finally, he couldn’t help himself and started scratching himself with both hands, saying, “Fuck!  I’ve never been so dry.  I need to put some lotion on or something.”

Cam watched him perplexed.  If anything, it was like Clif’s skin had become subtly scalier even since they sat down.  ‘Weird,’ he thought and then went back to obsessing about his new tattoos.  He really needed to know what happened.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone, sending Tonio a text.  There was no doubt that Tonio was behind the new permanent ink on his behind.

When the waitress returned, Cam ordered his usual four extra-large steaks.  Clif, however, ordered three whole pies and three shakes.  Cam raised an eyebrow at him.  “Your usual breakfast, dude?” he queried.

Clif shrugged, scratching his arms.  “Dunno.  Just craving sugar, I guess.”

Cam’s phone buzzed just them and he saw that Tonio had replied to his text.  When he opened it, though, a picture popped up.  It was a shot of some guy’s shaved pubes.  A new, huge, black tattoo was scratched onto the soft skin.  It read, “Cam’s Fuck Tool”, in boldly stylized letters.  An obscene arrow pointed downward toward the guy’s fat, uncut cock.  Cam gasped and dropped his phone.  He sat there for a long time, heart pounding and hands shaking until he realized that he was sporting a raging hardon. 

His phone buzzed again.  He resisted picking it up but finally gave in and looked at it.  “It’s official!” the text read, “You’re my bitch, dawg. LOL.”

Cam’s food came then and he dropped the phone.  He needed to eat.  He really needed to eat.  Anything to distract him from the weirdness of that morning.  Was every day going to be this weird from now on?

He popped his morning pills and had devoured half of his steak before he looked across to see that Clif had finished the three shakes and was now dumping a whole jar of syrup onto his pie.  He glanced up at Cam and smiled wanly.  “What can I say?  I have a sweet tooth this morning,” he announced in a strange voice.

They ate in silence.  Cam was so shaken by Tonio’s texts that he didn’t notice that Clif was squirming uncontrollably in his seat.  Finally, he couldn’t ignore him any longer and asked, “What the fuck, dude?  Are you Ok?”

Clif made a funny strangled sound.  “I…I don’t know.  I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin.  I need a shower.  Can we go back now?”

Cam stuffed the last bit of meat in his mouth and got up, wiping his face on his arm and motioning to the waitress.  He paid the bill for both of them; Clif was too distracted to even notice.

Clif was shivering by the time they reached the car and was barely able to stumble into the passenger seat.  “I’m so cold,” he muttered.  “I think I’m getting the flu or something.”

Despite the fact he disliked Clif, Cam found himself getting worried.  It was then that he remembered dumping the pills into Clif’s energy drink the night before.  Oh no, he thought.  What he had he done?  Looking over at Clif, he saw that tiny scales were now appearing all over his face, neck, and arms.  His skin was a strange metallic brown.  Cam blanched and kicked himself.  Why had he done that? 

He almost had to carry Clif back to their dorm room.  Clif was moaning and had trouble lifting his legs.  Cam noticed that his body felt different; Clif’s skin was hardening, almost like a shell.  Cam pulled him quickly into their room before anyone could see them.

Once inside, his better judgment took hold and he realized that he needed to get Clif to a doctor.  “Clif, I think I need to take you to emergency.  You’re really sick.”

Clif fell heavily on his bed, groaning, “No…so cold…just need to get warm.”

“Clif…” Cam began but Clif reached out and grabbed his arm in a surprisingly strong grip.

“Help me…into the shower…” he pulled up on Cam’s arm and somehow helped him back on his feet; somehow he managed to pull him into the bathroom.

Inside, Clif feebly tugged at his shirt while Cam turned on the water.  “Hot…as hot as it will go…” Clif breathed weakly.  Not sure this was a good idea, Cam turned the knob all the way to the left.  In a moment, the water was too hot to touch.

“Clif, I don’t think…” Cam tried to say but Clif shook his head.

“It’s Ok.  Just need to get warm.”  He had somehow managed to pull off his shirt and was tugging at the button on his jeans.

Cam gasped when he saw the dark brown scales forming on his back.  His skin looked almost reptilian…or maybe not so much reptilian as…  Abruptly, Cam banished the thought, feeling profoundly disturbed.

“Help.”

Cam looked down and saw that Clif was having trouble with the button.  Grimacing, he realized he was going to have to undress Clif.  Ugh.  Reluctantly, he undid the button and slid the zipper open.  Clif sighed in relief and then grabbed Cam’s hands, guiding them to his waist.  Cam’s cheeks colored.  This was a lot more intimate than he cared to be with Clif.  Still, there was no way around it.  He took hold of the jeans and yanked them down.  Soon, Clif was perched on the side of the tub wearing only his boxers.  His head lolled to one side and his gaze was glassy.

Cam stood up awkwardly.  The tub was almost full and the bathroom was rapidly steaming up; he squeezed around Clif and turned the faucet off, saying, “Ok, dude.  You’re on your own from here.”

Clif stared at him uncomprehendingly, a strange look on his face.  Cam backed out the door and was only too happy to shut it behind him.  He stood there listening for a few moments until he heard Clif splash into the tub.  He relaxed and pulled out his phone.  There were several texts from Tonio; he was eager to see Cam again and “compare tattoos”.  Cam groaned, wiping his brow.  He was sweating from all of the stress and exertion that morning.  It felt like a whole day had gone by and it wasn’t even 8am yet.

He texted Tonio about Clif, carefully omitting any mention of the pill he’d slipped him.  He said he couldn’t leave until he was sure that Clif was better.  Tonio’s reply came in the form of a photo of his ridiculously fat hardon bobbing lewdly below his tattooed pubes.  Cam was instantly hard.  It was all he could do not to charge out of the room and race downtown.

Tonio’s next text read, “Now send me yours.”

Cam’s cheeks flamed.  He was not going to send Tonio a pic of his bare ass…he was not going to send Tonio that pic…he was…oh, fuck it!  He yanked down his shorts and snapped a photo of his bare ass.  Pausing only for a second, he clicked send.  After the phone dinged and the photo was sent, he kicked himself.  He was acting like a stupid sixteen year old girl.

“Kewl,” Tony replied.  “Now bend over & take another.  Gotta see the other one.”

Cam flushed but was already bending over and spreading his legs to snap a picture of the black sun rays that radiated out from his butthole.  He thought he was going to die of humiliation when he saw the photo but then clicked send without hesitation.

“Fuck.  That’s one for the school Facebook page,” Tonio’s text read, causing Cam’s pulse to pound in his temples.  “LOL.  I luv it.”

Cam was beside himself.  He didn’t know what to do.  The next instant his phone buzzed.  “I want you here NOW,” was all it read.

Cam got up off the floor, pulled up his shorts, and all but ran out of the room, all concern for Clif, basketball practice, or classes gone from his mind.

Tonio was waiting impatiently in front of the restaurant when he pulled up.  It was still early; the place was closed.  He climbed in the car and, slamming the door shut, ordered, “My place.”

Cam took off, barely aware of anything but his throbbing cock and Tonio in the seat next to him. That’s my boyfriend, Cam told himself in disbelief.  I have a fucking boyfriend.  He felt dazed.  He felt drugged.  He felt on fire.  Christ, he had a novio!  A fucking hot novio, too!

Tonio shouted directions at him as Cam tore down the streets.  He cast a sidelong glance at Tonio and felt like he was going to cum in his shorts.  Tonio was wearing the tiniest pair of army shorts imaginable.   They were desert camo colored and stretchy.  His package was straining against the seams.  His tank was a bare thread that only served to accentuate his enormous pecs and delts.  Cam moved his hand over to Tonio’s lap but Tonio slapped it away.

“Dude, no lo toca!” he exclaimed.  “Espera un momentito.  We’re almost there.”

He was right.  A second later he shouted, “Suave!” and Cam slammed on the breaks, pulling into a space on a side street.  He didn’t have any idea where they were.  Tonio pointed to a doorway on a stoop in the middle of row of neat brownstones.  The balcony was covered with red geraniums.  A Puerto Rican flag and a US Marine Corps flag hung on either side of the door.

They practically fell out of the car onto the street and scrambled laughing up the steps of the apartment.  Tonio fumbled with the keys and then pulled Cam by the hand up the stairs, putting his finger to his lips.

“Shhh…my aunt lives downstairs.  It’s her day off and she’s probably still asleep.”  Cam couldn’t stand it any longer and lunged at Tonio, holding him in a tight embrace.  Tonio lost his balance and collapsed onto Cam.  They would have crashed down the stairs if Cam hadn’t caught the railing.

“Dude! Hold on!” Tonio breathed as Cam’s mouth closed in on his.  “Wait till we get upstairs!”

Cam grabbed his succulent lower lip and chewed on it.  Tonio laughed and pulled away, carefully extricating himself from Cam’s grip.  He pulled Cam by the hand up the stairs.

They fell through the door in a heap on the floor, giggling like a couple of boys.  Cam heard a noise downstairs.

“Christ!  I told you we’d wake her up!”

There was a pounding on the floor below followed by a stream of expletives but Tonio just laughed.

“Aw, what the fuck?” he said in a ragged breath.  He got up and pulled Cam toward the bedroom.

Cam resisted, suddenly frozen and uncertain.  The reality of what he was about to do settled on him.  He was going to have sex with a man.  Fuck.  Could he do that?  He tried desperately to catch his breath.  Everything was just happening so fast.  What about condoms?  Did Tonio have condoms?  He didn’t want to get AIDS.  He didn’t want to…

“What about…?” he started to say but Tonio hushed him.

“Come here, mi amor.  I know this is your first time.  Let’s take it slow, Ok?”

He reached out and pulled Cam to him.  Cam flinched and thought about pushing away but Tonio smelled so good.  And he felt so fine.  God, his body was amazing.  He sighed and pressed against his new lover, deliriously happy and freaked out at the same time.  What was wrong with him?

Tonio nuzzled against him.  Then his tender lips were on Cam’s.  Cam’s mouth opened eagerly.  Tonio’s tongue found his and despite Tonio’s promise to take it slowly, they mashed together, groping, panting.  Tonio’s hands found Cam’s sweatshirt and lifted it up.  He had to fight to get it off of him and it ripped across the shoulders as Cam fought his way out of it.  Then Tonio’s hands were on the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down.  The zipper ripped open and he tore them off in shreds.  Cam’s cock flopped free, liberated.  It felt fucking amazing.  He loved having Tonio’s hands on his body.

Tonio stepped away from him, folding his arms and giving him an appraising look.  Cam stared at him, gasping, his face hot.  A trickle of sweat ran down his forehead.

“Eres casi un Riqueno, guapo!” he breathed, “Mi soldadito.”

Cam was too on fire with desire to pay attention to what he was saying.  He reached out to Tonio and Tonio stepped forward.  Heat emanated from his body.  He looked so fucking hot, his body straining to burst out of the ridiculously tight clothes he was wearing.  Cam couldn’t imagine anything hotter.  Tonio grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling Cam in tightly.  They were face to face. Cam closed his eyes and shivered.

Then it hit him.  They were face to face.  That meant Tonio and he were the same height.  What?  How?  His eyes snapped open.

“What the…?” he started to say but Tonio silenced him with a devouring kiss.  Their mouths mashed together again and Cam forgot everything but the taste of Tonio, gun metal and leather and musk.  Christ, he even tasted fucking delicious.  Cam grabbed the back of his head and forced his tongue as deeply into Tonio’s as he could.  He wanted to fucking devour him.

God.

Fuck.

God.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fumbled with Tonio’s shorts, managing to unclasp the button and forced them partway down.  Tonio’s incredibly fat cock slipped out and pressed like a burning brand against Cam’s thigh.  Cam moaned.  Why the fuck hadn’t he done this before?  What had he found so attractive about women?  He couldn’t remember.  There couldn’t be anything better than this.

Tonio pushed him backward and he tumbled onto the bed.  He barely had time to prop himself up on his elbows before Tonio had launched himself on top of him, smothering his mouth and shoving his rock-hard cock between Cam’s thighs.  He pushed Cam’s knees up in the air.

Cam’s legs were over his head.

Tonio’s cock was pressing against his hole.

He cried out.

Tonio reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

“Your fuck tool is ready, hombre,” he hissed.  “Is your fuck hole ready for it?”

Cam’s brain exploded.  He wasn’t ready for this.  He wasn’t ready.  He wasn’t ready.

“I…thought we were going to take this slow?” he managed to gasp.  Then he added, “I’ve never done this.  And…”

Tonio made a guttural sound in the back of his throat.  “And?” he asked, eyes blazing with desire.

“I’m not…clean down there.”

Tonio cursed under his breath.  “Carino, do you think I care?  I want all of you.  I want every bit of you.  I don’t care how you smell or how dirty you are.  I fucking want you.”

Cam managed to pull back slightly.  His pulse was roaring in his ears.  He stared up at Tonio, beseechingly.

Tonio leaned over him, allowing Cam’s legs to fall back down on the bed.  He stared at Cam with a mixture of desire and pity.  “Awww, fuck, Cam.  I’m sorry,” he said finally.  “You’re right.  I’m just so fucking hot for you.  I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.”

Cam flushed, he didn’t know why but he reached up and drew Tonio’s face down to his.  “Are you sure you don’t use that line on all the guys, Tonio?” he asked.  It felt amazing just to hold his lover.  God, it was amazing.

Tonio looked away, his face reddening.  Had Cam hit a nerve?  He reached up and touched Tonio’s cheek.  It was quivering.

“Tonio, I’m sorry…” he started to say but Tonio shook his head.

When he looked back down at Cam, there were tears in his eyes.  “No, don’t.  It’s Ok.  It’s Ok.”

“What…?”

But Tonio shook his head.  “I can’t talk about it now.  No te preocupes.”  Then he turned back to Cam, his face brightening, the usual mischievous light back in his eyes.  Carefully, he extricated himself from Cam’s embrace and pulled his lover up by the hand.  “You want to get clean?  Bueno.  Let’s get clean.”

He led Cam over to the bathroom.  It was a beautiful room, all grey tile and shimmering panes of glass.  The shower took up half the room.  How the fuck does he afford this working in a restaurant?  Cam wondered but then all thoughts disappeared from his mind as Tonio turned on the hot water and pulled Cam against him.

“You are so fucking delectable, mi amor.  I want to eat you up,” he said caressing Cam’s shoulders with his hands and positioning Cam so that his cock was pressed firmly into the cleft of his ass.  Cam trembled with ecstasy.  He didn’t care if his butt was still sore from the tattoo, he loved having Tonio’s cock pushing against him.  He just wasn’t sure that he wanted it…inside…of him yet.  He kissed Tonio’s neck and Tonio laughed.

The water sprayed out.  Finally, Tonio held his hand out and decided it was warm enough.  They stepped into the spray.  Tonio turned around and Cam was entranced by his ass.  It was so big, firm, meaty.  And then there were the definite tan lines.  Tonio had apparently been lying out in the sun or on the tanning bed wearing only a thong.  Cam felt his face color but he reached out and traced the tan lines down the cleft of Tonio’s ass.  He held his breath as his finger lightly touched his lover’s hole.  Fuck!  I just touched another guy’s asshole! He thought, fighting with embarrassment and desire.

Tonio straightened up at his touch.  “Cuidado, mi amor!” he warned.  “You know I’m a top, right?”

“A top?” Cam had never heard the term.

Tonio turned and grabbed him by the forearms, pulling him in for a kiss.  He was laughing.  “I keep forgetting that you’re so young!  You don’t know the lingo yet.”  He pushed away from Cam, breathlessly.  “Here’s what it means:  I fuck you, you don’t fuck me.”

Cam flushed.  Did he have to be so crude?

“And even if I did want you to fuck me,” Tonio continued, winking. “It would a week to stretch out my hole enough to fit your monster.”

Cam flinched.  “Very funny asshole.”  Why did Tonio have to make fun of his small cock?

Tonio laughed and pulled Cam into the spray. They stood there for a long time, letting it wash over them, rocking back and forth.  Tonio massaged Cam’s ass cheeks in his hands, grabbing them and letting go.  He laughed as they jiggled.

“Not quite a Riqueno ass yet but Raider will help with that, too.”

Raider?  “Who’s he?” Cam asked.  The name sounded familiar.

“A friend.  He’s an ally for people like us.  And…my patron.”  Tonio sounded evasive.

Cam didn’t get it.  “Like us?  You mean…gay?”  It felt weird to say it.

Tonio laughed again.  “No, tonto!  Freaks.  You know.”

Cam didn’t.  He gave Tonio a cool look, bristling. “I may be…gay,” he couldn’t believe he was saying that.  Gay.  It was so weird.  “But,” he continued, “I’m not a freak.”

He felt Tonio stiffen slightly and then relax.  “I didn’t mean it as an insult,” he said, kissing Cam on the neck.  “People like us are different.  Most people don’t get it.”

“People like us…?”  Cam still didn’t get it.

Tonio’s eyes turned serious but he gently nibbled Cam’s shoulder before saying, “I knew you were one as soon as I saw you.  I knew you were the one.”

Cam felt himself go a little cold despite the warm water.  “What do you mean?” he asked, voice wavering.  He didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer.

“Aw, come on, nene.  Don’t worry about it.  You’ll get it when you meet him.  Maybe he’ll be your patron, too.  We’ll go there later.”  He continued to massage Cam’s ass, moving his fingers deeper until his fingertips were probing his hole.  Cam stiffened.

“Relaje,  relaje.  This is what you were meant for, carino.”  Cam gasped as Tonio’s index finger worked its way inside of him.  He clenched, gasping.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed but Tonio didn’t remove his finger.  Instead, he moved it in deeper.

Tonio made a growling sound in the back of his throat.  “Caliente,” he breathed, straightening up and surprising Cam by sticking his tongue inside his mouth.

Cam didn’t know what to think but found his body responding hungrily.  He wiggled his ass, pushing Tonio’s finger deeper inside of him.  He was letting a man stick his finger in his butt!  He’d never even let Katie’s hands go anywhere near his asshole and now Tonio was probing him and he liked it.  He let Tonio push him against the tile of the shower.  Their mouths were locked.  Tonio wriggled his finger causing Cam to moan.

“Yeah, see, you’re a natural.  I knew it.”

He stuck another finger inside.  Fuck!  Cam’s head exploded.  Two fingers!  He moaned louder and savagely pressed his ass against Tonio’s hand.  He felt his sphincter clench and then loosen.  It was fucking amazing.  He grabbed Tonio’s ass and massaged it but Tonio wouldn’t let him do more than caress his hole.

“I told you, mi amor!  I’m a top!” he managed to gasp.  “Just let me do the work, Ok?”

Cam settled back and let Tonio explore him.  It felt both electrifying and kind of humiliating at the same time.  Guys weren’t supposed to let anyone touch them there.  It was fruity.  But, fuck, it was hot.  He moaned again.

After Tonio worked three fingers inside of him, he abruptly stopped and pulled away, rinsing his fingers under the shower.  “Ok, now you’re ready,” he said.

Cam stared at him, swallowing.  He guessed what ready meant.  Was he ready?

“But what about…?”

Tonio blinked at him for a moment before he understood.  “I told you, I love every part of you, Cam.  But if you’re really worried, you can use that.”  He pointed to the toilet.  There was a silver nozzle next to the basin on the end of coiled metal hose.

Cam felt his face grow hot.  “Is that a…?”

“Si,” Tonio said simply.  “You can wash yourself with that if you like.”

Cam swallowed again.  He was dripping wet and cold.  Tonio handed him a soft towel.  He started to dry off.  “Ummm…can I have a little privacy?” he asked meekly.

Tonio laughed.  “God, I didn’t think I could love you more than I already do.  You just keep surprising me!”  He quickly toweled off and then padded out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him but not before he turned and gave Cam a sly wink.  “Don’t be too long, OK?”

Tonio was lying on his back on the bed, wrapped in a towel when Cam emerged, feeling shaky and uncertain.  He’d never given himself an enema before but it didn’t feel right to let Tonio…do that…to him without cleaning up first.  His…butt… felt weird but he was at least clean.  He noticed his hands were shaking.

Tonio gave him a radiant smile when he emerged and held out a hand, drawing Cam down on top of him.  They kissed long and deeply.  Cam pulled his towel off and then loosened the towel around Tonio’s waist.  They were naked together.  He looked down at their naked bodies and couldn’t believe it.  They were naked.  He was lying naked on top of another guy!

He put his hand out and touched Tonio’s lips.  Tonio sucked on his fingers, giving him a dreamy look.

“I’m…” Tonio started to say and then looked away, eyes filling with tears again.

Cam lay down on him and nuzzled his neck.  “What, Tonio?  What’s wrong?”

There was a long silence before Tonio grabbed him fiercely, holding him so tightly that Cam had to exhale.  “Christ, I’m just so fucking happy, Cameron.  Cameron, mi Cameron.”

It was the first time in years that anyone had used his full name and Cam was absurdly touched. Even more touching, Tonio pronounced it almost like the Spanish for ‘shrimp’.  Cam smiled to himself.  It felt good.  It felt good to be gay.  With Tonio.  He melted into Tonio’s embrace and they lay there like that for a long time.

Finally, Tonio flipped Cam onto his side and they lay looking at each other.  Cam traced his finger down the curve of Tonio’s neck, down his chest.  He had such huge pecs and delts!  The muscles really popped out of his beautifully dark, mocha skin.  And his nipples.  God, Cam couldn’t resist gently pinching them.  The areolas were huge and dark, easily the size of silver dollars, and the nipples were fat and round, almost puffy.

“Careful, mi amor!  I love nipple play.  You don’t know what you’re starting here.”  Tonio reached out and tweaked Cam’s nipples causing him to shiver.  “I see that you like it, too.  And how couldn’t you with nips like yours?”

Cam gave him a perplexed look.  His nipples were tiny.  They’d always been tiny.  A moment later, though, he forgot as Tonio leaned in and grabbed his left nipple between his teeth and pinched it delicately between his teeth.  Cam moaned loudly.  Fuck.  Fuck.  God.

This started a round of cavorting and nipple tugging that ended with Tonio lying ass up across Cam’s lap.  Cam looked down at his lover’s perfect ass.  Something made him lean down.  Fuck, it smelled like delicious man musk, sweaty and earthy and fragrant.  His tongue darted out and he licked the crevice.  Tonio tensed but then laughed.  Cam took this as an invitation and rolled Tonio onto the covers, butt sticking up, and Cam’s face was buried in his voluptuous ass.

Cam’s pulse was racing.  The animal part of him had taken over completely and his mind could only stand back and panic.  His tongue massaged Tonio’s tight pucker until it was wet with saliva.  It even tasted amazing.  Fuck.  If anyone had dared him to lick Katie’s ass, he would have been repulsed but here he was devouring a guy’s hairy butthole and loving every second of it.  He couldn’t figure out what had changed so quickly for him.  He was a completely different man!

Tonio spread his legs, inviting Cam’s tongue to probe further.  His taint was fully engorged and Cam knew he was sporting a raging hard on from the way he moaned and drilled himself into the sheets.

“Christ, you suck ass better than anyone I’ve met!” he exclaimed finally.  “And that’s high praise coming from me.  I don’t normally let guy’s touch me down there.”

Cam didn’t know why this delighted him so much but it did.  He redoubled his efforts, managing to work his tongue inside of Tonio’s tight hole.  Tonio almost screamed in pleasure and ground his hips into the bed.

“FUCK!” he shouted.  Cam dove in, face buried deeply in the soft cleft of Tonio’s ass.  He held his breath for as long as he could, savoring every moment.  Finally, he had to come up for air.  Tonio took the opportunity to flip over onto his back.  His fat cock flopped heavily on his belly.  It was pulsing and Cam saw that it reached nearly up to Tonio’s sternum.  God, he would kill for a cock like that.

“Suave, bro.  Suave,” Tonio said pleadingly.  “I’m gonna cum any sec if you keep going at it.  How about if you work on the ol’ tool for a while?  Make sure to go slow and easy because I’m dying to cum inside of you.”

Cam looked at the amazing piece of man flesh in front of him and licked his lips.  Tonio’s thick foreskin was pulled tight across the head of his cock.  His balls were hanging low and loose.  Cam noted that the skin on Tonio’s cock was dark, almost black.  It contrasted nicely with the pale coffee and cream colored skin of his shaved pubes.  He blushed when he saw the fresh tattoo, his name etched permanently onto his lover’s body.  He hadn’t noticed before that the stylized tip of the arrow reached all the way down the shaft of his penis, ending just shy of the tip.  The newly inked skin looked reddened and painful.  Cam reached out tentatively and held it in his hand.

“Christ!” he exclaimed.  “I can’t even reach my fingers around it!”

It was Tonio’s turn to flush.  He reached up and held Cam’s hand.  “I’m kinda of huge.  I think Raider went overboard on me.”

Cam’s eyes snapped to Tonio’s.  “Raider?  He gave you this cock?”

Tonio looked away but not before Cam saw a look pass across his face.  What was it? He couldn’t tell.

“Well, he sort of helped me, I guess.” Then he cried out in pain and Cam realized belatedly that he was clutching’s Tonio’s cock in his hand. “Suave, mi amor.  Suave,” Tonio breathed.  Cam sheepishly relaxed his grip.

“Will he help me, too?”  Cam asked, breathless.  Brian’s treatments were working but progress was slow and Cam was almost done with the pills.  He doubted that his cock would be even half as big as Tonio’s by the time he took the last pill.

Tonio laughed, a delightful, carefree sound.  “Cameron, you don’t need Raider’s help.  You’re already more than huge!”

Cam looked angrily down his cock.  It was tiny compared to Tonio’s.  How could Tonio say that?  Was he fucking blind or was he just teasing him?  Cam dropped his head, pulling away and letting Tonio’s cock flop back down on his belly.  Tonio propped himself up on his elbows, giving Cam a puzzled look.  He reached out and took Cam’s hand.

“Carino?  What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding truly perplexed.

Cam didn’t say anything.  His erection had deflated.  He suddenly didn’t feel like fucking any longer.  He turned and put his feet on the floor.  Tonio cried out, reaching out and hauling him back onto the bed.

“Don’t go, Cam!  Tell me what’s wrong!”

Cam allowed himself to sink into Tonio’s chest.  He felt so stupid that once again his inadequate size was getting in the way of true pleasure.  He swallowed, saying in a low voice, “It’s my member.  I just wish it was bigger.  I want a big cock.  Like yours.”

Tonio gave him a funny look and Cam expected him to launch into another humiliating lecture like Brian had.  Instead, he nodded, saying simply, “Si, entiendo.  I told you that I knew you were one of us. I’ll take you to Raider today.  He’ll help you out.  You’ll finally have the huge cock you’ve always wanted.”

Cam’s heart leapt in his chest.  Tonio believed in him!  Tonio understood!  “Really?” he asked, unable to believe it.  Raider could help him!  “He’ll give me a cock like yours?”

Tonio was grinning.  “Fuck yeah!  You’ll see.  You won’t be disappointed.”

Cam was so happy he whooped out loud.  Tonio grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, murmuring, “Mi carino, mi novio, mi Cameron.”

From there, it was easy for Cam to surrender his asshole to Tonio.  He let his lover position him on his hands and knees on the bed, butt sticking proudly up in the air.  Cam moved his knees apart so that his crack was wide open.  The cool morning air caressed his hole and he shuddered with expectation.  There was a rude squelching sound as Tonio squeezed lube onto his hands, rubbing his hands together to warm it up before slathering it on Cam’s open ass.  Cam felt himself clench when he looked back to see Tonio rolling back his ample foreskin before rolling a super-sized condom over his bulbous cockhead.

“Where the fuck do you find condoms big enough for that, dude?” Cam asked, nervous.  His voice shook a little.

Tonio looked up and gave him a funny tender look before sliding the condom on.  It only made it about halfway down his shaft.  Cam swallowed.

“Don’t worry, mi amor.  I’m a pro at this.  You’ll love it.”

Cam wasn’t so sure.  “There is no way that thing will fit inside me!  No way!”  He was starting to feel freaked out again.

Tonio walked on his knees toward Cam, huge cock bobbing obscenely between his legs.  In a moment, he had folded around Cam, holding him tightly about the midsection, his penis nestled firmly between Cam’s thighs.  Despite his apprehension, Cam felt his own cock rise.  Fuck.  He was really going to do this.

“Suave, amorcito.  Suave,” Tonio whispered in his ear, licking it.  “I’ll be gentle.  It’s time for you to embrace your heritage.  You were meant for this.  This is your destiny.  Once I fuck you, it is all you will think about.  It’s my gift.”

And he was right.  Cam was half frozen with fear and half on fire with desire but somehow, Tonio worked his magic and forced his cock all the way inside of him.  He was so soft, so sweet, so gentle at first, tempting and teasing Cam with his fingers until he cried out.  Then he swiftly rammed his giant cock inside of him and Cam was flying high.  He didn’t even have a chance to think about it.  He didn’t have a chance to worry that this made him a fag.  This more than anything else he could have done meant that he was gay.  One hundred percent fruit.  There was no going back now.

And he didn’t want to.  Tonio fucked him hard and fast and deep.  Cam was screaming in pain and ecstasy but he wouldn’t let Tonio stop.  Tonio came inside of him three times before he finally pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to Cam and begging, “Fuck, Cameron!  I have to stop.  I can’t do it.  You have to let me rest.  I’ve never cum three times in a row before.  Aren’t you sore?”  The condom on his dick was so full of cum that it was about to burst.  Tonio pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.

Cam was sore.  In fact, he felt rubbed raw.  The tender skin around his hole was on fire from Tonio’s cock and the fresh tattoo.  But he felt empty without Tonio inside of him.  It was weird.  He’d lived his whole life without ever thinking about much less wanting to get fucked up the ass but now he couldn’t imagine anything else.  He fucking had to have Tonio’s cock inside him again.  He had to.

Tonio shook his head, closing his eyes.  His face was red and he was breathing hard.  “I’ve fucking created a monster,” he sighed.  “I told you that my cock was addictive.”

He finally gave in and, cock hardening, pulled out another condom and pushed himself inside Cam’s eager hole one more time.  “But I’m not going to cum this time,” he cautioned.  “We’re just going to hang out together like this, Ok?”

Cam nodded.  He was drenched in sweat.  The room smelled like his gym bag after he forgot it in the hot car all day.  His hair was hanging lank in his eyes and he had a serious case of blue balls; they ached so badly that it hurt every time he moved.  Tonio sagged on top of him, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock was fully buried in Cam’s ass.  Cam groaned with pleasure.  Even though he was tired and jittery from prolonged desire, he didn’t want Tonio to ever leave him.  He wanted to just fall asleep like this together, joined as lovers.  What could be sweeter?

“I love you, Tonio.”

Fuck.

Had he just said that?  Was it true?

No.

Yes.

Christ.  It was true.

“I fucking love you!” he said forcefully, almost giddy with pleasure.

Tonio patted his stomach and leaned his cheek against Cam’s shoulder.  “Te quiero, Cam.  Te amo,” he murmured.  In a moment, his body started shaking and it took Cam a minute to realize that Tonio was crying.

“I don’t know how I lived without you,” Cam said but this only made Tonio shake harder.  He wanted to hold him but that would mean separating.  He warred with himself for a long time until he just gave up and let Tonio cry.  His hot tears slid down Cam’s back.

Finally, Cam’s arms started to fall asleep.  Tonio made a sniffling sound and then shook himself.

“I’m sorry, Cam.  Here, I think we can do this.  Just follow my lead.”

Somehow, he guided Cam through a maneuver that Cam never would have thought possible.  And it wouldn’t have been possible if Tonio’s cock had been any smaller.  Tonio managed to flip Cam around while staying firmly inside of him.  He gradually was able to move into a kneeling position with Cam straddling him, feet clasped around his waist and hands on his shoulders.  They were face to face.  Cam was amazed and leaned down for a tender yet exuberant kiss.

Tonio gazed at him admiringly, eyes still wet with tears.  He looked so serene, so blissfully happy.  He was fucking beautiful, Cam realized and, god, what a body!  His muscles were bulging, massive, almost absurdly huge and defined.  His traps and delts were the biggest that Cam had ever seen and his pecs were to die for.  Everything about Tonio was huge:  His muscles, his arms, his legs, his butt, his cock.  He was one hundred percent stud.  And Cam was the luckiest guy in the world.  He had the hottest boyfriend ever.  And a huge cock up his ass.  What could be better?

They sat like that for a long time, Cam’s arms wrapped around Tonio’s neck, head nuzzling against his cheek, feeling each other breathe. 

Finally, Tonio teased, “I’m good but even I can’t blow you and keep your hole packed at the same time.”

Cam kissed him.  “You don’t have to blow me.  We can just stay like this.”  He couldn’t bear the thought of Tonio pulling out again.

Tonio gave him a wry look.  “We can’t walk around like this, Cam.  People will talk.”

Cam smiled at this but part of him was thinking maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

“Here,” Tonio said, pushing Cam backward; Cam leaned back on his hands.  His cock was still fully erect, throbbing.  Tonio penis pulsed inside of him.  Cam gasped with pleasure.

He watched as a big glob of spit formed in Tonio’s mouth.  In a moment, he puckered and let it dribble down onto the head of Cam’s dick.  Tonio winked and reached out and gently pulled Cam’s foreskin back, exposing the glans head.  Cam was momentarily distracted when he looked at his cock.  The skin was dark, nearly as dark as Tonio’s and he hadn’t realized how long his new foreskin was.  It looked weird, almost like it belonged to someone else.  He was about to say something but then cried out as Tonio moved his hand down his shaft, pulling the foreskin along with it.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.  Tonio bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper inside.  Cam screamed.

“Mira!” Tonio said happily, “You are a fucking cockslut.  My fucking cockslut!”

Cam moaned loudly in response.  Tonio’s hand worked up and down his shaft, between the sweet friction of his foreskin and the lubrication of the saliva, he had to clench to keep from cumming.  He dug his hands into the sheets, furiously fighting to stop the mounting orgasm.

It didn’t take long.  Cum rocketed out of his cock as he orgasmed, catching Tonio by surprise.  It sprayed all over his hand, their faces, their chests, the bed.  There was even more than when he’d lost it in the dorm bathroom.  Cam was too busy screaming in ecstasy to be chagrined.  He was only vaguely aware of Tonio’s cock sliding out of his butthole as he collapsed backward onto the soaking sheets, gasping to catch his breath.  Cum was still leaking out of his cock.

There was stunned silence.

Finally, Tonio breathed, “Fuck.  “How did all of that come out of those little balls?”

Cam was too weak to do anything but moan softly.  His cock was still convulsing, sending little waves of pleasure through his body.  His ass felt…different, though.  It felt wrong.  He whimpered, feeling empty and embarrassed.

Tonio seemed to sense his mood and curled up next to him, pulling him in close.  Cam’s cum was like a sticky glue between them.  Tonio’s cock was still hard and he pressed it teasingly against Cam’s hole, murmuring into his ear.

“Mi carino, mi guapo, mi soldadito.”

Cam lay there, deflated and depressed.  His head was spinning and his body felt weird.  The weight of what they had just done was pulling him down.  He couldn’t hold himself together any longer and started to sob, body shaking.  He pressed his mouth into the sheets and tasted his cum, making him cry louder.

Tonio was there. 

Tonio was there for him. 

He picked him up and held him tight, pulling Cam’s head to his chest.  Cam could hear his heart beating, slowly and surely, strong and reliable.  Tonio was there for him, smoothing his sweaty, cum-soaked hair against his forehead.  He was so strong, so capable, so loving, so confident.  He was everything that Cam needed.

When Tonio picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, Cam didn’t resist.  He let Tonio set him down and wrapped his hands around his belly as Tonio patiently waited for the water to warm.

“We smell like a couple of fucking pigs!” Tonio said, laughing.  “I love it!”

It was true.  The smell was like a barn full of animals.  Cam wrinkled his nose but something about it made him feel alive.  He pressed himself against Tonio as his lover moved into the shower.  The water washed all of the cum and sweat and…well, the other stuff…down the drain.  He didn’t resist as Tonio gently scrubbed him.  He was too mesmerized by his lover’s huge arms, rippling abs, and meaty thighs.  And that cock.  Fuck.  That cock.  It was all he think about.  He wanted it so badly.  If he couldn’t have one like it, at least he could have it inside of him.  Cam reached back and massaged his hole.  It was still stretched out and tender from all of the abuse.  He smiled to himself. 

He was a cockslut. 

Tonio’s cockslut.

Fuck.

Yes.

***

PART 4

Tonio stripped the sheets and blankets off the bed, depositing them in a pile on the floor and staring in consternation at the mattress.  The stains of Cam’s cum were clearly visible.

“I’ll have to get rubber sheets if you do this every time we fuck,” he commented wryly, padding over to the closet and pulling out an aerosol can of stain remover.  Cam gave him a dirty look and he laughed.

Cam’s clothes were in shreds on the floor.  He picked them up and dropped them again.  He didn’t want to wear clothes; he just wanted to be naked with Tonio.

Tonio.

God, he was so fine!  His lover (Lover? Wow.  Yeah, Tonio was his lover.) was so cute, bending over, showing Cam his beautiful butt and muscular thighs.  He couldn’t resist sneaking over to grab him from behind. He leaned into him, pressing his cheek against Tonio’s warm back and cradling his beefy torso in his arms. He was so big and warm.  His huge muscles were so solid and bulky.  He smelled like roasted coffee and spices.  Cam sighed, feeling his cock harden again.  It pressed against the cleft of Tonio’s butt and his lover straightened.

“Oh, no.  Not right now.  If we’re going to fuck like that again, I need to eat something first.  Tengo hambre!”

Cam smiled, pressing himself against Tonio’s backside.  “Y yo tengo hombre,” he said slyly.

Tonio laughed.  It was a beautiful sound: Deep, throaty, and buoyant; a sound that sent shivers down Cam’s spine.  This is my man.  Tonio es mi novio.  It didn’t seem real.  Yet the hard/soft body that he was pressing against felt very real.  Tonio is my man.

The next moment, though, he groaned in frustration as Tonio pulled out of his grasp.  He didn’t want to be apart from his lover now that they had been…together.  Couldn’t they just stay like this?   Tonio gave him a quirky smile before leaning in to kiss him softly. Cam melted into his lips, cock plumping up, ready for another go.  But again, just as he was getting hopeful, Tonio broke it off to pull open his dresser.

“Tonio…”

He watched, entranced as his lover straightened almost imperceptibly at the sound of his name and he knew, he just knew, it was because hearing his name on Cam’s lips sent a thrill through his body.  

“Cariño, I…” he started to say before catching sight of Cam’s erection.  “Fuck man!  Don’t you ever stop?”

Cam looked down at himself and flushed.  He couldn’t help it; Tonio had that effect on him.  He was so fucking sexy!  Why had it taken him so long to realize this?  He felt like he’d been missing out on an incredible opportunity (Why had he wasted so much time chasing after Katie?) and had to make up for it.  He couldn’t just stand there and not do something about the desire pumping through his veins.  Impulsively, he grabbed Tonio’s crazy, fat cock and got down on his knees to suck it.  Shit, it was almost too big to fit in his mouth!

“Woah, dude! Pull back the capullo first.  Don’t you know anything about blowjobs?”

Cam spit out his cock, face reddening.  Tonio stared down at him before laughing and pulling him up by the shoulders.  “Lo siento, cariño!  I keep forgetting that this is so new to you.”

He held Cam tightly for a moment before stepping back.  “Here.  Let me show you.”  As Cam watched, feeling both excited and embarrassed, Tonio grabbed his own rapidly hardening cock, pointing it upward so Cam had a good view of the head.

“Now, pull the capullo back just like this.  See?  The skin will stay back and then the cockhead is exposed.”  He gently slid the thick, brown foreskin backward exposing his pink glans.  His cockhead was incredibly fat.  Cam swallowed.

“And now it’s ready for you to suck.  If the skin is covering the head, it’s not nearly as pleasurable.”  He smiled and ruffled Cam’s hair.  “You know this already, right?  Your foreskin is even longer than mine.”

Cam hung his head, his eyes falling on his own pitiful cock.  It was true; he did have a foreskin…now.  It was long and floppy and ugly.  He hated it.  If anything, it only made his small cock that much more obvious.  He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling humiliated.

Tonio took his face in his hands, saying, “Amigo?  Cam?  What’s wrong?”

Cam remained silent.

Tonio made a soft sound in the back of his throat and reached down to take Cam’s cock in his hand.  Very slowly, he peeled Cam’s foreskin back.  It seemed to take forever because there was so much of it.  Finally, his moist glans popped out and Tonio knelt down.

“Fuck, man! I swear it’s even bigger than it was a few minutes ago!” he exclaimed. “If it gets much bigger, I won’t be able to fit it in my mouth!”

Cam sighed audibly.  He was so fucking tired of being teased about his inadequate size!  He glared down at Tonio, saying sharply, “Not funny.  I know I’m small, Ok?  You don’t have to keep rubbing my face in it!”

Tonio gave him a confused look before shaking his head.  In a moment, Cam forgot all about the taunting as his lover slowly folded his lips around his cock. He exhaled and stiffened.

Shit, that was amazing!  He had no idea that his cockhead was that sensitive!  He remembered blowjobs from…before…and they were nothing like this.  Maybe Tonio could teach Katie a few things?

Before he could really get into the sensation, though, Tonio pulled his cock out of his mouth again and slipped his foreskin back over the cockhead.  When he took Cam’s cock in his mouth once more, it felt good but not nearly as stimulating as before.

Tonio pulled back, looking up at Cam and winking.  “Entiendes?”

Cam sighed.  Yeah, he got it.  Tonio was right again.

Tonio smiled devilishly and, smoothing Cam’s foreskin back in one deft motion, went down on Cam voraciously, giving him the standout best blowjob ever.  In the end, he screamed so loudly in ecstasy that Tonio’s aunt pounded angrily on the floor again, cursing them in Spanish.  He didn’t care.  No, he really didn’t care.  He stared down at Tonio to see his cum running in thick rivulets down his chin and laughed.  Shit, that was hot!

“Doesn’t that thing ever run out of juice?”  Tonio’s voice was awed, almost reverential.  “I didn’t know it was possible to cum that much so soon!  You’ve already cum, what, five times this morning?”

Savoring the delicious afterglow of his intense orgasm, Cam laughed and gave his lover an impish smile.  “There’s a lot about me that will surprise you, macho.  Just wait.”

***

Even though he would have much preferred to spend the rest of the day fucking and cuddling in the arms of his novio, Cam reluctantly agreed to let Tonio dress him and go to a nearby diner to get something to eat.  It was past noon.  Christ, they had fucked all morning.  His stomach growled as Tonio pulled a pair of desert camo fatigues out of his dresser and handed them to Cam.

“Pongalos,” he commanded.  Cam held them out, examining them.  They looked way too big for him.  And way too short.  He’d never fit into them.  He started to toss them aside when Tonio handed him a matching camo jock.  “And wear this, too,” he said winking.  “You’re my man now and I get to dress you.”  His tone was light but there was a crackle of authority in it that thrilled Cam.  He kind of liked being ordered around by Tonio.

He dutifully stepped into the jock even though it looked like he would swim in it.  Strangely, though, when he pulled it up his thighs and settled his package into it, it actually felt tight.  Christ, how was that possible?  It had to be a size XL and the pouch alone was big enough to hold a litter of kittens.  Tonio whistled and howled like a wolf and Cam couldn’t resist shaking his hips provocatively despite his nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

“Fucking caliente, nene.  Fucking caliente,” Tonio called out.

Cam blushed and pulled on the camo fatigues.  They fit tight like the jock even though they were huge when he held them up.  He felt the back of his neck grow hot when he realized that the waistband of the jock rode high on his back, clearly visible (along with half his ass) above the low-rise fatigues.  It was practically obscene! He started to shove the elastic into his pants but Tonio stopped him.

“Don’t. You look great just like that.  Now, put these on and we’ll go eat.”  He held out a camo vest and a pair of scuffed boots that looked like they’d been through a war.

Cam took the vest and, sticking his arms through it, tried to button it but it was too small.  He had to leave it open.  His chest and belly pushed out, fully exposed.  He felt ridiculous.

Belatedly, he remembered the salacious tattoo over his ass and realized that the vest did nothing to hide it.  Everyone would be able to see it when he walked down the street.  He felt himself go cold.  He was still getting used to being gay.  Strutting around and displaying this…tramp stamp was too much and he said so.

Tonio shook his head.  “I told you:  You’re my man now and you wear what I tell you to wear.  Now shut up and let’s get going.”

Cam swallowed.  Tonio sounded so stern. He started to protest but Tonio put his finger over Cam’s lips.  “Shhh, mi amor.  Just give in and let me take over.  It’s what you want.  You know it.”

Was it what he wanted?  Cam wasn’t so sure.  He swallowed again, feeling uncomfortable.

Tonio was watching him with a little smile.  His eyes looked mischievous.  He stalked over and wrapped Cam in his big, strong arms and pulled him in tight.  “Don’t worry, Cameron, you can trust me. I just want to show you off to my friends.”

Cam felt himself relax and chided himself for doubting Tonio.  He realized that his cock was hard in the jock; the thought of going out in public in such provocative attire was definitely arousing in some perverse way.  Ok, why not? he thought.  I can do this.  I want to do this.  He kissed Tonio and then pushed him lightly away, standing up straight.

Tonio gave him a rakish grin, nodding in approval and appreciation.  “I’m taking you to my favorite hangout. Everyone will be so fucking jealous,” he announced proudly, pulling on a pair of black Under Armour tights and a bright yellow muscle tee.  The tights rode low in front and the tee rode high ensuring Tonio’s complementary (and equally lewd) tattoo was just as visible as Cam’s.  This was so weird!

Cam didn’t have time to worry about it because Tonio was already turning and heading down the stairs.  Cam hesitated briefly before following him.  His hunger and the long, rough lovemaking session must have really worn him out because moving was difficult and his body felt odd. It took a lot more effort to move than he remembered.  Even his usual loping gait was off; his hips rolled from side to side, making his butt shake with each step.  It felt…weird but also kind of, what?

Sexy.

Yeah, that was it.

He sauntered down the stairs feeling like a completely new man.

***

Cam was exhausted.  He was slumped in a chair in the waiting room of a seedy-looking dive while he waited for Tonio to come back out.  His novio had disappeared inside, telling Cam he would just be gone a minute before pulling the door shut with a wink.

All Cam wanted to do was sleep.  They’d spent the whole day out on the town, going to brunch and then shopping. Tonio insisted on picking out Cam’s new wardrobe, an assortment of very tight-fitting, very revealing outfits that only days ago Cam would never had agreed to wear.  After shopping, they had visited a tanning salon (“You’re too pale and need a bronceado,” Tonio complained.  “But make sure to put sunblock on your tats.”)  and Tonio managed to get him to a barber for a haircut before he gave into Cam’s whining about being hungry again and treated him to a huge steak dinner.

Now they were at this mysterious place.  Why had Tonio been so evasive when he’d asked what they were doing there? Cam sighed and ran his hand through his hair.  It was short.  Buzzed, more like it.  Tonio kept telling the barber to cut it shorter and shorter until it was little more than a military crew cut.  Cam had never cut his hair so short and he couldn’t stop touching it.  It felt coarse and bristly but he kind of liked it.

He idly picked up a magazine from the plastic table in front of him.  It was a muscle mag and his lip curled as he flipped through it.  The guys were obviously pumped full of steroids, spray-painted orange, their muscles bulging obscenely over their distended bellies.  Their tiny posing straps were beyond flimsy.  Cam snorted, putting the magazine back down.  Fucking weirdos, he thought.

When he looked up, a musclebound freak who looked like he’d just stepped out of the pages of the mag was standing in front of him.  Cam gaped.  He hadn’t heard anyone enter the room.  The dude was incongruously dressed in a white lab coat that did nothing to conceal his enormously bulked up physique.  Cam shifted in his chair, leaning back as far away from the guy as he could.  Christ, the dude’s muscles were out of control!

“Raider will see you now,” the guy said in a husky voice.  He even sounded dumb.  Cam felt his lip curl in derision.

“Raider?” Cam asked.  The name sounded vaguely familiar.

“Raider Goth.  Tonio made an appointment for you. He’s back there waiting for you.”  The guy stared at Cam for moment with a funny expression on his face:  Was it curiosity or scorn?  When the brute turned awkwardly to leave, his vast bulk made movement difficult.  Cam noticed that his muscles were so big that his arms stuck out from his side and he nearly had to turn sideways to fit through the door.  He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be such a bloated ape.  Talk about being a total freak!

He struggled to get up from his chair.  He was tired and he had trouble extricating himself from the chair.  After awkwardly trying and failing a couple times, he was finally able to stand.  The chair stuck to his hips, though, and he pushed it off of him, disgusted.  It fell to the floor and he didn’t bother picking it up.  Then he let out a yelp as he scraped his shoulders going through the door. God, he just needed to sleep!

Cam’s gaze was drawn to the guy’s huge ass, clearly outlined in the white lab coat that hugged his animal frame.  He didn’t know that it was possible for a guy to have a butt that big.  Shit, it was huge.  He was so glad that he was tall and slender.  Katie had always complimented him on his perfect, small butt.  The dude really should lay off the steroids.

At the end of the hallway, the guy opened the door and Cam felt his heart lift as he saw Tonio again.  His lover looked up and smiled at him encouragingly.  He was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, looking sexy as hell.  There was a really odd-looking man standing next to him, though.  Cam felt the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the man’s eyes fell on him.

“Cam, this is Raider,” Tonio said, coming over and giving Cam a brief hug before opening his arm to show Cam off to his weird friend.  “He and I go way back.  We were Second Division together at Le Jeune and then served three tours in Iraq.”  Tonio gave the creepy guy a fond smile.  “I’ve told him all about you.  He has agreed to help.”

The scary looking man sauntered over to Cam, appraising him in a way that he didn’t like. The dude was skinny and pierced and tattooed everywhere, even on his face.  He’d shaved his head and Cam could see tattoos running up his forehead and across his scalp.  They appeared to be tribal tattoos of some sort:  Thick, harsh, black geometric lines.  The effect was unsettling.  Cam couldn’t help staring.  He’d never seen someone with tattoos like that, much less so many piercings.

Raider’s ears were gauged with plugs that had to be more than an inch in diameter.  There were two steel rings on either side of his lips.  He was shirtless and Cam saw that his entire torso and presumably his lower body, too, was covered with dark, black tattoos.  This was not someone around whom Cam would ever feel comfortable and he couldn’t imagine what Tonio saw in the guy.  It was all he could do not to recoil as he shook the man’s clammy hand.

When the guy spoke, his voice was not at all what he was expecting.  Raider had a light and airy tone that sounded almost feminine.  “Pleased to meet you, Cam,” he said, then he turned to Tonio, adding, “Shit, you’re right, Benitez.  He’s a dead ringer for Rico.”

Cam glanced over at Tonio.  His lover’s face had gone pale.  “Who’s Rico?” he asked.

It was subtle but he saw Tonio shake his head.  Raider stared down at the floor for a moment before answering, “Someone…we used to know.  A friend.”

He was about to say something else but Tonio cut him off.  “I’ll fill you in later, Cam.”  His voice was tight. Cam gave him a questioning look but Tonio shook his head, this time with finality.  He let it drop.

Turning back to Raider, Cam almost cringed when he caught sight of the dude again.  He was so fucking freaky!  What the fuck was he doing here?  His eyes darted to Tonio.  His boyfriend was nodding encouragingly.  So, Cam thought, Raider is the guy who “helped” Tonio get that amazing cock?  He couldn’t imagine letting this dude anywhere near his penis.  The guy seemed more likely to lop it off than to enlarge it.

Raider’s bizarre mouth quirked.  “I’m sorry, Cam.  I forget how I look to people who’ve never seen me.  I’m a huge freak.”

“But he’s the best friend a guy could ever have,” Tonio said emphatically.  “He saved my ass more than once.  I owe him my life…and my cock.”

Surprisingly, Raider blushed under his tattoos.  “Tonio…” he began but Tonio hushed him.

“It’s true. My life and my cock are yours.”

Raider’s face grew even rosier and Cam flushed, too.  It took him a moment to realize that he was jealous.

Tonio must have picked up on this because he quickly added, “Don’t worry, Cam!  My cock will always be yours first but you have Raider to thank for giving it to me.”

Raider cleared his throat.  “Now, if we can get back to Cam’s…situation.”

Tonio laughed and Cam relaxed somewhat.  Maybe Raider wasn’t as scary as he’d first thought?

“Tonio says that you want me to help you out.”

Cam felt his pulse quicken. He inadvertently clenched his hands.  He’d been through this before and been disappointed.  Brian had promised to help him finally get a big dick and failed.  Why should he believe that Raider would be any more successful?

“Errr…” he began but Raider cut him off.

“Do you mind if I get a look at you…naked?” He took a step toward Cam and Cam backed up, panicked.  He was having flashbacks of his first humiliating encounter with Brian.

Raider stopped.  “Are you Ok?” he asked.

Cam didn’t answer at first, feeling a lump in his throat.  Finally, he managed to choke out, “I…I’m just uncomfortable showing everyone how…small I am.”

Raider blinked at him.  “From what I can see, you seem to be already be more than amply endowed.”

Cam flushed again, looking down at himself.  His bulge was barely perceptible in the crotch of his camo fatigues.  What was Raider smoking that made him see a big dick in there?

“It’s Ok, Cam,” Tonio said, walking over to stand next to him. He put his arm around Cam’s shoulders.  Cam realized that he was shaking.  He was so fucking tired of this type of humiliation.  Why didn’t anyone believe him when he told them his cock was small?  Wasn’t it obvious?

“Just let it all hang out, Cam,” Tonio continued.  “You’re among friends here.  No one is going to tease you.  You’re fucking sexy as hell.  Show off for once!”

Cam hung his head but nonetheless reached down and began to unfasten the belt on his fatigues.  Might as well get this over with, he thought.  In a moment, he’d unzipped and pushed his jock down.  His puny member sprang free, bobbing in front of him.

There was a stunned silence during which Cam was completely mortified as all eyes in the room zeroed in on his cock.  To make matters worse, Tonio pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures.  When Cam protested, he gave him an impish smile.  “Sorry, dude, you’re so effing hot I can’t resist.  I can’t wait to upload them to Instagram.”

“Tonio!”

His lover lifted his hands placatingly.  “Kidding, Cam.  Kidding!”

Cam shifted, fighting the urge to turn and cover himself up.  God, he was so fucking pathetic!  What did Tonio see in him?  He was barely a man at all.  Even with all of Brian’s help, his cock was not even close to average.

After few uncomfortable moments, Raider made a funny noise in the back of his throat.  Cam looked over at him and noticed that his face, under all of the black tattoos, was beet red.  Cam felt his shoulders slouch in defeat.  Raider was clearly suppressing laughter because he’d never seen such a ridiculous penis in his life.

Cam pulled the jock back up and was zipping up his pants when he looked up in time to see Raider and Tonio exchange a meaningful glance.  Tonio’s shoulders shrugged almost imperceptibly, as if to say, ‘I told you so.’  Cam wanted to die.  He looked down at the floor, shoulders sagging.  He just wanted to get out of there.  No one was ever going to be able to help him.  He just had to get over it and carry on with his life.

“Brian Valens.”

Cam jumped at the name and looked around.  It was the muscle freak who had led him back here from the waiting room. Cam had forgotten he was there.

“Brian Valens,” the big brute repeated in his laughably guttural voice.  “You met up with Brian Valens, didn’t you?”

How did he know that?  Cam’s heart was pounding in his chest.  He didn’t answer.

The guy exhaled before he rumbling in his caveman voice,  “I knew it!  Fuck, I should have realized as soon as I saw you.”

Cam stared at the guy, amazed by his presumption.  He didn’t like his attitude, more than that, he didn’t like the guy.  He could tell he was a big asshole.  And, for a muscle freak, he sure was arrogant. “Excuse me,” he said, giving the big idiot a contemptuous look, “But what the fuck would you know about Brian Valens?”

The guy’s fleshy lip curled and there was a long pause before he replied.  Despite himself, Cam realized that, if the guy’s face wasn’t so puffy from all of the steroids and growth hormones, he would be quite handsome.  He blinked, forcing that thought away.  The dude was still a big asshole.

“I know because Brian Valens did the same thing to me that he’s done to you.  Only he’s fucked you over even worse.”

Cam recoiled, stung.  “Hey, fuck you!” he shouted.  “You don’t know me!  And Brian Valens didn’t fuck me over.  He tried to help me but failed.  Even he couldn’t make my dick grow.”  Cam stopped, unable to believe he’d just said that.  God, he just needed to get out of there.

The muscle freak folded his arms and shook his head.  “You really are fucking oblivious, aren’t you?”  With that, he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Cam asked after he’d left.  That dude was an A-1 asshole.

“Dr. Sharma is just concerned about you, Cam,” Raider said evenly.  “He’s seen more than his share of guys come through like you.”

“That dude is a doctor?” Cam sputtered, incredulous.

“He lost his license after, well, after what Brian did to him but now he works for me,” Raider stated flatly before going to sit down on a stool beside what looked like a barber’s chair.  “Cam,” he continued, “This is a place where freaks like us can hang out and feel good about ourselves.”

“I’m not a fucking freak,” Cam said emphatically.  

Raider raised a pierced eyebrow but chose to ignore the comment, instead he turned to Tonio.  “I can definitely help him out with that ass.  That’s a pretty simple procedure.”

Tonio’s face lit up.  “Si?  Que Bueno!”

“And I can do his balls, too.”

“Wait!” Cam interjected, not liking how they were talking about his body as if he wasn’t even there.  “What do you mean by that? My ass is fine the way it is.  And I don’t want you touching my nuts!”  Unconsciously, he started backing away.  He didn’t like the way this situation was going; something was definitely wrong here.  

Tonio gave him an affectionate smile.  “Your ass is more than fine, mi amor.  Believe me. I found that out this morning.”  He paused before lifting his hands and shrugging, “Pero mi macho debe tener un trasero de burbuja.”

Cam choked and felt himself go crimson.  “Tonio…” he warned.  Raider was watching them with amusement, a knowing smirk on his face that Cam didn’t like.

In a moment, Tonio had him in his arms, giving him another tender hug while his big hands massaged Cam’s ass cheeks.  Despite himself, Cam felt a frisson of pleasure at his touch.  Tonio was so fucking hot!  His lover’s soft lips found his own as he murmured, “I told you that you’re my man now.”  Cam swallowed and nodded.  His heart was beating loudly in his ears.  Tonio nibbled his lower lip, sending little waves of pleasure through Cam’s body.  He felt his cock begin to plump up in his shorts.  “Trust me, nene, when you see the results, you won’t regret it…and I will finally be able to ride you like you deserve.”

This time it was Raider’s turn to clear his throat uncomfortably. Cam was trembling with fear and…desire. Shit, Tonio was so magnetic that he forgot everything else when he was in his arms.

Tonio slowly pulled away as Cam stammered, “I…I…I don’t know…”

Before he could finish, though, the door banged open and he turned to see the muscle freak…er…Dr. Sharma striding toward him.  He was holding a piece of paper or something in his hand.

The musclebound doctor held it out and Cam was reaching out to take it when he felt a sharp poke in his right butt cheek.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, rubbing his butt.  Before he knew it, he felt another sharp poke in his left butt cheek.  “Cut that out!” he shouted. He whirled around in time to see Raider toss a syringe in the wastebasket.  “What the fuck, dude? I didn’t even give you my permission yet!”

Raider shrugged and Tonio winked at him.  “You’re gonna be a true riqueno now, mi amor.”

Cam’s ass cheeks were burning.  This was just wrong.  Wrong!  He rubbed his butt, complaining, “It fucking hurts!  It better not be anything illegal or I’ll get kicked off the basketball team.”

Dr. Sharma snorted behind him.  “Basketball team?  You still think you’re a basketball player?  Tell me, Cam, how tall are you?”

Cam was beginning to take a very active dislike to the big ox. “I’m nearly six foot ten,” he sniffed.

“Ok.  And how much do you weigh?”

“One hundred ninety-five, dude.”

“Excellent.  And what race are you?”

Cam gave him a disbelieving look.  “I’m white.  Can’t you tell?”

Dr. Sharma shook his head but didn’t say anything.  Rather, he reached out and stuck something in Cam’s hand.

Cam looked down at it.  It was a photo of a skinny Indian guy.  He was wearing thick glasses and smiling shyly at the camera.

“Who’s this?”

The doctor gave him a cool look.  “Look at it closely.  Do you recognize him?”

Cam had no idea what the brute was getting at.  “No? Should I?  It’s just some nerdy little guy with bad acne.”

The doctor stiffened almost imperceptibly.  “It’s me.”

Cam’s brow furrowed.  “Huh?  Obviously, it’s an old photo.”

“It was taken last year.”

Cam snorted.  “Well, obviously you need to lay off the steroids, dude.  You’re well on your way to being a total freak.”

There was a stunned silence in the room.  Tonio shifted uncomfortably next to him, saying, “Cam…”  Raider shot Dr. Sharma a warning look.

The doctor stood up straighter, looming over Cam.  Cam shrank back, realizing belatedly that the dude could totally kick his ass if he wanted to.  The silence stretched on ominously.  Finally, Dr. Sharma said in a low voice, “Look in the mirror if you want to see a total freak, asshole.”

How dare the fucker say that to me! Cam thought fiercely.  He started to retort, “Fuck you” but the words died on his lips. The doctor was already turning to go, his immense shoulders hunched down, his blocky feet shuffling along.  Cam noticed that his legs seemed to be straining with the effort of moving the guy’s incredible bulk.

He opened the door but paused before leaving the room. When he spoke, his voice was weary. “Stop taking the pills that Brian gave you if you ever want to have a normal life again.”

Cam swallowed.  “I, uh, took the last of them today.”

Dr. Sharma shook his head, sadly, carefully stepping through the doorway.  “You poor bastard.”

The door slammed shut behind him with finality.

Spooked, Cam turned back to Tonio and Raider.  “That guy has serious problems.”

Raider blinked at him and Tonio gave him an ironic smile.

“Seriously,” Cam continued.  “He needs help.”

“Ahem, well…” Raider began.  He seemed like he was about to say something else but then thought better of it.  Instead, he changed the subject.  “Needless to say, I think we’ll hold off on the penis enlargement.  It’s clearly not necessary.”

Cam stared at him.

Wait, what?

Had he heard that correctly?

Tonio nodded in agreement but before he could respond, something exploded inside Cam. Maybe it was the fact he was so fucking tired and the day had been just too fucking weird.  Maybe it was because he was just so fucking sick of not being taken seriously. Maybe it was just that he had had enough of being publicly humiliated over and over.  He’d fucking spent his whole fucking life struggling with this small cock and the last couple of months had been a living hell for him.  Whatever it was, Cam went incandescent with rage and leaped at Raider, taking him savagely by the shoulders.  “Not necessary?!” he shouted.  “Not fucking necessary?!  What the fuck, dude?  How can you say that?”

“Cam, amigo, stop!”  Tonio exclaimed.

Cam ignored him, shaking Raider violently.  “If anyone ever needed a fucking bigger dick, it’s me, you asshole!” His hands clenched until Raider gasped in pain.  Cam pulled the freaky guy close until their faces were inches apart.  In a menacing voice, he breathed, “Now, you’re going to give me a man-sized cock right now or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you!”

“Cam!  Stand down!”  Tonio’s hands were on him, trying to peel him off of Raider but Cam shook him off and continued his assault.  Raider’s face had gone pale and his body was limp.  Cam knew he had crossed a line, knew he was being a huge asshole, knew he was hurting the guy but he didn’t fucking care.  He’d fucking had enough of this bullshit.  He was going to get a huge cock and that was it.  No excuses. No more delays.  No more waiting.  It was going to be right now.  Right fucking now.

In the end, it was Doctor Sharma who intervened, barging back into the room to yank Cam off the hapless Raider.   He took him roughly by the shoulders, holding him tightly in his giant arms.  “That’s enough out of you, buddy,” he seethed in Cam’s ear.  “You want a giant cock?  Well, you’re going to get one.  I’ll give you a cock that will make you stand out alright.  When I’m done with you, your fucking huge cock is gonna be the first and only thing that people notice about you.”

Cam clenched his jaw, saying coldly, “Get your fucking gorilla hands off of me!”

The room fell dead silent.  Raider was huddled against the wall, holding himself by the elbows.  (Some fucking Marine he is! Cam snorted to himself.  The dude’s a fucking pansy.) Tonio looked really freaked out, his big adam’s apple was working up and down and he appeared frozen in place.

Struggling in Dr. Sharma’s arms, Cam spat, “Let me the fuck go! Now!”

“Done,” the muscle beast said, letting his hands drop to his side. “Now get your fucking ass into that chair!  You’re not leaving here until I’m through with you.”

Raider cleared his throat weakly.  “I don’t think…”

Cam shot him a black look before sauntering over to the chair and flopping down defiantly.  “Ok, Ape Man, do it..  I’m holding you to your promise.  Give me the biggest cock ever or I’ll fucking kick your ass.”

“Cariño, maybe we should…”

“Fuck you, Tonio!  I’ve tired of this bullshit.  I know what I’m doing.”

Yanking off his shorts, he spread his legs and motioned toward his crotch.  “Come on, Quasi Moto, I’m waiting.”

Dr. Sharma’s look could have melted glass.  “I think I am going to quite enjoy this,” he said in a low rumble, grabbing a pair of surgical gloves and rolling a table covered with medical implements over to Cam.

“Yes, I will definitely enjoy this.”

***

Sunlight was streaming across his face the next morning when Cam finally awoke. He moaned loudly.  He was lying on his back.

He never slept on his back.

What…?

His head was killing him. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned, squinting in the bright light. The sun was high in the sky already ; he’d slept past noon. Something was odd, though. His bed didn’t face the window in the dorm. Where was he?  Cam tried to prop himself up on his elbows to look around but it took too much effort. His whole body ached and he’d never felt so fucking wasted.  Just lifting his hand up to rub his forehead took a herculean effort. He moaned again, cursing the sun and his headache.

Gradually, he became aware of soft breathing next to him and he jumped. Someone was in bed with him! Who the fuck? he thought as he tried to turn over to see who was there. He didn’t remember going home with anyone.

There was a guy covered in tattoos and piercings. He was creepy. And he was looking down at Cam with a sickly leer. “You fucking sure, man? You want to go through with this?

Cam shook his head.  That seemed like a real memory, not a dream. He groaned again and rubbed his temples, trying to turn over.  Turning over, however, proved to be really difficult. Something…heavy was weighing him down; it was like a dog was lying across his lap. Briefly, Cam wondered if he was back at home and the family dog, Scout, had fallen asleep on top of him. He struggled a bit and realized it wasn’t a dog.  It was something very strange. He lifted his head and stared at down toward his waist. A big mound of something was there under the sheets. He shifted and felt the weight shift with him.

Something was not right down there…

Cam realized that he was feeling a little lightheaded. It was like the bed was slanting down and his head was tilted toward the floor. He tried to roll over again. Something definitely was wrong. Was there a pillow under his butt?  He shifted again but, no, there was no pillow.  Why did his butt feel so…weird?

A chill ran down his spine at that moment and his mind blanked out.  His vision fogged and his heart began to pound in his chest.  Again he shifted and the…thing…on his lap shifted with him. He knew he could reach down and touch whatever it was but he was too frightened. A vague memory tugged at the back of his foggy mind.

There were people around him.  Tonio leaned in and gave him a wet kiss on the lips.  He felt so good.  He felt confident. He felt more than confident. He felt like a fucking stud. He was a fucking stud! “Más! Más! FUCKING MAS!” he yelled.

Panic was starting to set in as Cam realized that sensation was slowly returning to his lower body. His bare ass was resting on the sheets but he could tell he wasn’t entirely naked…because the skin around his waist was constricted by…something. The band of his underwear? Was he wearing a jock or something?  It didn’t feel like any jock he’d worn before. And…Cam felt himself begin to tremble a little.  His…his…package was encased. He could feel his cock and balls straining against…against. Fuck! They were encased in some kind of really tight pouch or something.  Fear caused him to resist the urge to reach down and adjust. His cock and balls were in serious pain, though. The…underwear? Yes, it had to be some kind of underwear. The underwear was way too tight.

His mind fought valiantly to push back another memory.  He didn’t want to think about it so he wouldn’t.  He would just lie here and not think about it.  But his balls were fucking in agony and his cock…he stopped right there, refusing to finish the thought.

Tonio was holding his head against his chest.  Cam was laughing. He was in ecstasy.  Fucking ecstasy. “Bro, you sure about this? There’s no going back.”  Cam inhaled the musky scent of Tonio’s pits and yelled out in defiance, “FUCK YEAH, MAN!  FUCK YEAH!”

Cam forced his attention away from his package. And his attention drifted to his ass. It felt so…different. Another memory forced its way to the surface of his mind and he fought to suppress it. He didn’t want to think about his ass, either.

What…?

Cam pushed the question away and cursed the sensations flooding into his lower body. He tried to turn again and this time successfully managed to get enough leverage to flip onto his side.  The weight on his crotch flopped heavily onto the mattress and Cam blanched.

“FUCK!” he exclaimed. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”

The person next to him groaned.  Cam felt the…thing on his crotch…resting against a warm body.

Warmth against warmth.

He recoiled but couldn’t move much. The…thing…stayed pressed against the person next to him.

“Cam?”

It was a man’s voice.  

Tonio.

He was in bed with Tonio! His vision blurred again this time with red. Tonio.  Fucking Tonio.

Tonio exhaled and turned over, his face looking almost angelic in the late morning light.  He smiled at Cam and despite his fury Cam couldn’t help but feel his heart melt a little. Tonio was just so fucking beautiful.

“Hola, guapo,” he said cheerfully. “Como esta mi soldadito?”

Cam felt his ears redden.  Soldier? That…well, that brought back another flood of memories that he fiercely shoved away.  Cam wanted to scowl at him but instead found himself returning the smile. Tonio was just so fucking perfect!  Had he realized that before?

Tonio snuggled closer but the…thing…got between them. Cam whimpered. It hurt.  The…thing…hurt. Cam watched Tonio’s expression change then. He could tell that Tonio had forgotten about last night, too.  Hiis lover’s eyes got big and he grew pale before quickly recovering and giving Cam a devilish grin.  Carefully, Tonio peeled back the sheets and peered down.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck.  It’s fucking real. Fuck..”

Cam choked back a sob.  Then it wasn’t his imagination. Those…memories…they were real. He violently pushed himself away from Tonio and then screamed in pain. It fucking hurt!

“Careful, mi amor! Careful!” Tonio warned, somewhat unnecessarily. “This is going to take some, er, getting used to.” He pulled the sheets back and stared down at Cam, shaking his head. “Fuck.  I didn’t realize they were going to be this…”

“Shut the fuck up, Tonio!”  Cam shouted. Tonio jumped a little and flushed. Cam kept his eyes locked on Tonio’s. He refused to look down at himself. He realized his whole body felt sore, violated. More memories were flooding into his aching head every second. What the fuck had he done last night? What the fuck had he done? He was on the verge of panic.

“Fuck, Tonio, why did you take me there? Why did you let them do this to me?”

Tonio looked away. “I…I didn’t plan on, well, this…extreme…of a procedure.”  When Cam stiffened, he added hurriedly, “I tried to talk you out of it but you insisted.” He looked down. “You more than insisted.  You were pretty much an asshole about it.”

Cam couldn’t believe his ears.  This could not be happening!  He was freaking out!  He was fucking freaking out! The words just came pouring out.  He couldn’t stop them.  He fucking couldn’t stop them.  “Fuck you, Tonio!” he screamed. “I trusted you!  I fucking trusted you!  How the fuck could you have done this to me?”

Tonio’s face was stricken. He reached out to soothe him but Cam batted his hand away.  He blanched, stammering, “I’m…I’m sorry, Cam. I am really, really sorry.  I…”  He continued blathering but Cam didn’t hear him. He just lay there frozen, paralyzed, unable to think or feel.

When he didn’t respond, Tonio gave him a pleading look. “Come on, Cam. Don’t be like this!  You look fucking amazing. I never knew Dr. Sharma and Raider could do that. When I had my…work…done, they said that was the best they could do. They’ve definitely improved the procedure!”

Improved?  Improved! What the fucking hell?!

Cam tried to gather the sheets around him. He wasn’t ready for this.  It was all too much. What the fuck had they done to him?  He never wanted this.

Tonio reached out and stayed his hands, gently taking the wadded sheets out of his grasp and enfolding his hands tenderly in his own. “Come on, Cam. This is you now. You have to learn to accept yourself. It’s like…a new life.” He leaned forward and kissed Cam on the lips. “Cam, I want to share your life. I want your new life to be my life, too.”

That was too much.  It was just too fucking much.  He couldn’t take it.  He couldn’t fucking take any more of this.  Cam started sobbing, tearing his hands out of Tonio’s grasp and holding his face in his hands. He was just so fucking confused. He didn’t know what to think.  He wanted to go back to his old life. He wanted to be a basketball star. He wanted a girlfriend.  He wanted to be straight. Fuck, he even wanted his old, small cock back again. He cursed himself for ever contacting Brian Valens. He wished he’d never heard of him.

Tonio reached out and pulled Cam to him, holding his head against his firm, smooth chest. Cam found himself relaxing into the embrace despite himself. Tonio’s warm, soft skin reminded him that if he went back to his old life, there would be no Tonio. No Tonio? That made him feel, what?  Sad. Yes, it made him feel sad. He cried into Tonio’s chest as Tonio stroked his head and murmured soothingly into his ear, “Te amo te amo te amo te amo…”

After a long time like that, Cam had the uncomfortable realization that he was starting to get turned on.  How could he be turned on now? What the fuck was wrong with him?  Being turned on only served to bring his attention back to…his problem. His big problem. He pulled away from Tonio and struggled to put his legs over the bed and get up. Without touching…it, though, he couldn’t move and ended up collapsing back on the bed.  He fucking hated himself. He was such a fucking idiot.  He was worse than an idiot.  He was a fucking freak.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK

FUCK!

“Tranquilo! Tranquilo!” Tonio said, lying down next to him and kissing his ear. He started to reach down to touch…it…but Cam grabbed his hand. Tonio flinched slightly but continued, “It’s just gonna take time to get used to, mi amor. Tranquilo.”

Cam tried and failed to stifle a sob. “But I’m…I’m just a big fucking…freak! How can I live like this?  I can’t even go out in public!”  He turned to Tonio desperately. “Tonio, we have to go back. There has to be a way to…reverse this.”

Tonio’s eyes were full of what? Remorse? Sympathy? Cam scowled at him as he leaned in to kiss him again. “Cam, you know there is no way to reverse the procedure.  Raider told you that last night.  You signed the contract and waiver. He told you to take it slow, hold off for a few days to make sure you really wanted to go through with it but you refused.” He turned his face away slightly, coloring. “You actually did more than refuse. You threatened to fucking kick his ass if he didn’t do it.”

Cam flushed, immediately enraged.  “But I was fucking angry and…confused!” he yelled, fear clenching his chest. “I didn’t know what the fuck I was getting myself into! Why the fuck didn’t you stop me!” He started pummeling Tonio with his fists but Tonio simply caught his hands in his own and pulled him in close. Cam tried to spit at him but couldn’t. He fucking hated this. His life was over.

Tonio held him close for a few long minutes before he put his fingers over Cam’s lips. “Ok, bro, that’s enough. You can’t change what happened. You have to get up and move forward.”  He pushed against Cam, shoving him to the edge of the bed. “Come on, get up. Stop being such a fucking cabrón. Get up and act like the fucking macho stud you were last night.”

Cam tried to kick at him but howled in pain instead. The…thing…fucking hurt when he moved too quickly.  Tonio kept pushing him until he almost fell out of the bed. “Fuck, Tonio!  Stop!  I have to be careful here!” he shouted. Tonio stopped pushing and clambered out of bed. Cam couldn’t help but notice that he was naked…and fucking fine.  His darkly tanned skin, big muscles, voluptuous ass, fat cock, even the obscene tattoos covering his body were just too fucking perfect. Despite himself, Cam lost himself for a moment staring at his beautiful lover.

Tonio didn’t notice Cam’s stare and instead ripped the sheets off the bed. Cam grabbed at them but Tonio was too quick.  Cam had to quickly grapple on the edge of the bed to keep from falling off. Then there was nothing covering him and…it. He was sitting there completely exposed.  Cam felt his cheeks burn in humiliation; he refused to look down at himself.

One of Cam’s feet was already over the side of the bed and Tonio tugged on the other one, guiding it over the edge. “Ok, stud,” he instructed. “We’re gonna take it slow.”  Cam tried to resist but it was too late, his foot was already resting on the floor.

“Now prop yourself up on your hands.”  Cam scowled but did as he was told, hating every second of this. It was really difficult, not the least because of his, well, his…much bigger…ass but Cam didn’t want to think about that right then.

“Good,” Tonio said encouragingly as he reached forward and gently held…it…in his hands. Cam stiffened and whimpered.  It fucking hurt.  “Scooch toward me, bro.”  Cam very reluctantly pushed himself forward with his hands while Tonio guided…it…forward. He stopped Cam before…it…got to the edge, though.

“Ok, now stand up,” Tonio ordered, his voice both gentle and stern. “Don’t worry!  I’ve got you.”

Cam wanted to die.  He wanted to fucking die. He just sat there, though, trying to make himself collapse back on the bed but he couldn’t.  As much as he hated to admit it, Tonio was right.  He had to get up.

This was just so fucking humiliating.

Finally, he took a deep breath and dropped both of his feet on the floor, Tonio was true to his word and caught…it…as Cam landed. “Dios mio!” Tonio exclaimed under his breath before catching himself. Cam stood there, wobbling back and forth and trying to get his balance in a body that was not his own. He felt his whole head down to his shoulders go scarlet. Droplets of sweat gathered on his brow. Just fucking standing was a chore.  He couldn’t imagine walking.

He stood there, looking out the window, anywhere but at himself, aware that Tonio was kneeling in front of him, holding…it…in his hands. It felt fucking ridiculous. It felt fucking stupid. Was he going to have to live the rest of his life like this with Tonio holding…it…everywhere?

“Cam,” Tonio’s voice was sweet and kind. “Cam, I’m going to let go now.”

“What?” Cam shouted, almost forgetting and looking down. “Don’t! It fucking hurts!”

“Cam, it’s alright.  It’s supported. You’ll see.”

Cam flinched as he felt Tonio’s hands letting…it…down. Gradually, Cam felt the full weight of…Ok, he couldn’t keep denying this any longer…the full weight of him hanging down. It was fucking heavy. It felt like he had a fucking anvil hanging down there.  The waistband of the…underwear…stretched tight and dug into his back but Tonio was right, it did support him. Sort of. Cam whimpered. It still hurt like hell.

“Raider said that the first few days are the worst but the pain goes away as it heals,” Tonio said

placatingly.  It was cold comfort.

Cam stood there, feeling like the center of gravity of his body had shifted far downward. He had to keep his feet spread wide to accommodate that thing hanging between his legs. He didn’t like it.  How would he walk like this?

“Ok, now Cam you have to look at yourself.”  Tonio stood next to him and kissed him on the ear again. “Just look in the mirror, OK?  It’s right in front of you.”

Cam’s gaze was still fixed out of the window on his right.  It had to be close to noon. Pigeons flew past, alighting on the wire outside the apartment, they were black silhouettes against the bright sky.

Tonio nibbled on his ear. “Mira, mi amor, mira.”

Cam took a deep, shuddering breath and, closing his eyes, turned his head toward the mirror.

“Abre tus ojos, bro.” Tonio pleaded.

Cam sighed and very reluctantly looked at himself. And froze. There was no fucking way that this…man…in the mirror was him. No fucking way. He closed his eyes again and covered his face with his hands.

“Come on, come on!  Stop being such a fucking pussy, dude,” Tonio chided, clearly getting tired of Cam’s hesitancy.

“I’m not a fucking pussy!” Cam spat. “Does this look like a fucking pussy to you?” he demanded, angrily gesturing downward.  He snapped open his eyes and glared at Tonio. “This is all your fucking fault.  I don’t want to hear about how I’m being a pussy. You don’t have to live with this…this…monster. You’re not the one who is going to have go through the rest of his life looking like a fucking freak.”

Tonio narrowed his eyes at Cam. “A freak, huh? Well, I disagree. And I think you’ll find plenty of other guys disagree, too. Cam, you’re a fucking god. Can’t you see it? Take a look at yourself!”  He took Cam’s face in his hands and turned it toward the mirror.  “Look, dammit!”

Cam looked. And looked. He tried and failed to see anything of his former self. The…man…standing next to Tonio in the mirror was dark, stocky, smooth, and obviously Latino.  And he was short.  Tonio towered over him.

Short?

Short!

Fucking short!

But how?

How the fuck was that possible?

It wasn’t possible to shrink!  It wasn’t fucking possible!

No.

No.

No!

Yes.

But, shit, yes.  He couldn’t deny it.  The truth was right there in front of him in the mirror:  Tonio was easily a head taller than him now.

How?

How?

He couldn’t process this right now.  He couldn’t.  Instead, he forced himself to take in the rest of his reflection. His hair was cropped short in a military buzz cut. His eyes were wide and brown. His nose was flat and wide.  His lips were full, sensuous. His body was covered in tattoos.  And… he lowered his gaze but Tonio bumped his chin and he was forced to look himself in the eyes. His gaze had changed, become hardened, like he’d been through a lot and wasn’t going to take any bullshit.  He looked like a… soldier.  A hard-ass soldier who was indisputably Puerto Rican.

But he was white…wasn’t he?

Or was he?

He was a basketball player.

Or was he?

He was straight.

No.

No, he wasn’t.

He tried to cover his face with his hands but Tonio wouldn’t let him.  He was forced to keep staring at the stranger in front of him.  The stranger who was somehow familiar.  Huh?

Who was he?

Who was he now?

His mind was all fuzzy.  He was so confused.

He wasn’t a Marine.

He was a Marine.

He wasn’t Latino.

He was Puerto Rican.

What was the truth?

Tonio ran his warm hands down his shoulders and nuzzled his ear.  Cam’s attention was drawn back to his body.  Back to what he had become.

Swallowing, he realized that he was more than just stocky: He was a fucking machine!  His widened frame was covered in bulky muscles, his legs were short and thick. His shoulders and chest loaded with oversized delts and pecs.  His dark nipples were wide and fat, pointing down at the floor under the weight of his pecs. His neck was lost in his traps.

Big, ugly, and really badly drawn tattoos covered his body. A US flag and what he guessed must be the US Marine Corps logo were tattooed on either side of his neck. Twin rattlesnakes twined down his arms. The Marine bulldog bared its teeth on his fat right pec. It looked someone had tried to tattoo “Semper Fi” in a semicircle on his belly but they’d misspelled it and instead it read, “Siempre Fi”. Cam shook his head at that but it was really the least of the indignities. His bulky legs were covered in thick, black imitations of Tahitian or Maori tattoos but they were so badly done that they looked like big, black blotches and crooked lines.

Tonio was watching his face intently and finally couldn’t stand it any longer. “See? You’re a fucking stud!” He walked in front of Cam and leaned down to kiss him passionately on the lips. “Now let’s take a look at that monster you’re hiding.”

“No…” Cam started to complain but Tonio was tugging on the waistband of his…underwear. Cam reached out and grabbed his hand. “Stop! Let me do this.” Tonio sighed and reached his hands around Cam’s waist, sliding them under the elastic of the waistband.

Cam swallowed and forced his gaze downward. He was wearing a camouflage…what was it?  A thong?

Yes, it was a thong.  His mind tried to wrap itself around this fact. He was wearing a fucking thong. But it wasn’t a normal thong. No, the pouch was enormous and obscene, distended and straining so much to contain his…equipment…that it was stretched almost to the point of transparency. Cam grimaced as he looked at it.  It looked anything but hot and studly.

There was no more delaying the inevitable.  Shit, what was the point?  His massively deformed cock and balls were practically visible as they strained to bust out of the confines of the pouch.

How the fuck was any of this possible?

What had Dr. Sharma done to him?

Tonio put his hands on Cam’s hips, turning him toward him.  Cam swallowed as Tonio hooked his fingers under the thin waistband of his thong and gently, slowly, carefully shimmied it down.  It didn’t want to stretch over Cam’s butt, though.  Pulse pounding in his ears, Cam reached back tentatively and felt his…behind.

“FUCKING SHIT, TONIO!” he screamed.  “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

***

Tonio had had enough.

The day before, he had been taken aback by Cam’s outburst at Raider’s and his outrageously insulting behavior.  Raider and Dr. Sharma were his friends after all. Tonio normally wouldn’t have tolerated anyone treating them like that but Cam had surprised him.  His novio had been so on fire that Tonio had found it kind of sexy.  Yeah, really fucking sexy, actually.  And it hadn’t taken Tonio long to realize that Cam’s tantrum served his desired end, that “end” being a fucking booty-licious trasero. If the dude wanted a freaky-ass cock to go with his new tope, so much the better. After all, Cam was his bottom boy and, while a big cock was fun, it was secondary:  He simply must have a killer booty. He’d decided to hang back and let the situation unfold and–surprise!–everything had worked out perfectly.

Further, Dr. Sharma had been correct in his diagnosis of Cam’s mysterious inability to see his body as it really was.  (The dude had actually believed that he had a small cock!  Tonio shook his head. In what alternative universe was a twelve-inch cock small?)  The doctor had called it ‘body dysmorphia’ and thought that the combined trauma of the procedure and coming out of the anesthesia would wake Cam up to the truth of who he was.

He had been right!  Not only did Cam now have the ultimate ass and a magnificent package but he was also fully aware of both of these things. It was fucking awesome!  Tonio was intent on enjoying Cam’s new body to the maximum extent. Yeah, he couldn’t fucking wait!

But first he had to stop this fucking whining.

He slapped Cam hard on the ass, making his lover jump and whimper in pain. His freakish package jiggled and Cam clutched at it, moaning, “Ouch!” He stared up at Tonio reproachfully.  Rather than mollifying him, though, his pathetic display only ignited Tonio’s desire.

“Shut up, Cameron!”  He hardened his gaze and set his mouth in a tight line.  Cam abruptly went silent and gaped at him. Tonio watched as the wheels slowly turned in his lover’s head.  He hadn’t lost it like this with Cam before and part of him regretted being rough on the poor guy, especially when he was in such a vulnerable state.  Still, Cam had to come to terms with who he was and it may as well be now.  And Tonio was the the man for the job.  Yeah, being tough was in his lover’s best interest.

“You’re a fucking soldier, so fucking act like one!” he ordered, doing a convincing job of sounding enraged.  He even took Cam by the elbows and shook him for effect.  “It’s time that you manned up.  This is the cock you have always wanted! Own it!”

Cam’s face had gone pale and he was shaking, his defiance had completely evaporated.  Tonio leered down at him, pushing his point home.  “Do you fucking understand me?”

Swallowing, Cam nodded.

“Yeah, I…I got it. I’ll try.”  His voice was soft, quavering.

“Marines don’t try, Cam,” Tonio admonished, keeping his voice stern.  “You’re a fucking stud.  Act like one!”

Cam swallowed but Tonio noticed that his look had changed from shock to uncertainty.  He nodded again.

Tonio gave him a cold smile.  “Good.  Now I am going to take off that damned thong and I want you to display your monster cock and balls proudly. Like a fucking man!”

Roughly, he spun Cam around and yanked the thong down.  He heard Cam stifle a sob.  Tonio nodded to himself.  Good. He was figuring it out.

The thong was tight and Tonio had to grab it in both of his hands and tear it apart to get it off.  He wrenched the shreds down and Cam’s ludicrous package flopped free.  Tonio delighted in the way that Cam fought to stop himself from crying out in pain and dismay. Yeah, it was going to take some work but Cam would get into.  Tonio would make sure of it.

But first things first.

That ass.

Tonio stared at his lover’s new ass.  He’d get around to admiring the good doctor’s handiwork in front but right now he was captivated by his novio’s backside.

He savored the sight of it, amazed.

“Shit.”

Cam tensed but didn’t say anything.

“Shit.  That is the biggest, fattest ass I’ve ever seen!”

He couldn’t help gloating a bit as he watched Cam’s shoulders sag but his lover bit his tongue and kept quiet.

Raider’s treatment had completely transformed Cam’s ass cheeks. Somehow, he’d managed to achieve the impossible:  A huge ass that was both high and mighty and incredibly fat at the same time.  Feeling his cock plump up, he reached out to feel it.  It was soft, fleshy, hairless and extremely jiggly, yet there was a muscular heft to it that made Tonio’s pulse race. Shit.  The tan lines from yesterday’s session in the tanning booth were stark, burned into Cam’s tender skin and framing his ass perfectly.  They accentuated the paradoxical squared roundness of his new butt.  Tonio’s cock was standing up rigidly by this point. Shit, he’d never fucked an ass like that before.  Finally, he had an ass to match his prowess!  Cam’s ass cheeks were so big that Tonio would really have to work to bury his shaft inside his hot hole.  He fucking couldn’t wait to try it out.  Shit, he loved a fucking challenge like this!  Good thing he had the doctor top off his own cock before they left.  He couldn’t wait to see the look of surprise on Cam’s face when he felt Tonio’s giant tearing apart his pucker.

“Ok, cariño, we’re going to take this slow and easy.”  Despite his reassuring tone, he felt Cam’s body grow rigid. God, he loved the way even the slightest movement rippled through those ass cheeks! “I know that you’re in pain,” he continued, “And I don’t want to hurt you but we’re not going anywhere until I take your new bod for a test drive.”

Cam didn’t say anything. He was braced, his shoulders rigidly back like a soldier during inspection.  It was so fucking hot!

Still, he knew he had to be careful. If he was too harsh with Cam, his lover would close down  He took a deep breath before sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting his lap. “Come on, nene, let me hold you.”

Cam sighed and, very gingerly cradling his swollen equipment, moved over to the bed and settled himself carefully on Tonio’s lap.  Tonio exhaled in bliss as his man’s big ass cheeks parted around his erect cock.  He was delighted beyond measure to feel how much deeper Cam’s butt cleft was.  Shit!  Tonio really had his work cut out for him.

“Cam, oh, Cam,” he breathed.  “You’re so fucking beautiful.  I’m so in love with you.”

He felt a tremor run through Cam’s body and he knew that his lover was crying.  He was hunched over, clutching his ridiculously massive package defensively.  It made Tonio’s heart clench seeing him like that.  Carefully, he reached around and pulled him close.  Cam’s whole body began to shake and Tonio could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

Tenderly he took Cam by the waist, pulling him down so that he settled onto his cock.  His cock instantly responded by pulsing and pushing into Cam’s moist cleft.  Tonio felt his glans head emerge from the sleeve of his foreskin and caress his lover’s hot hole. Despite his tears, Cam let out a little gasp of surprise, wriggling his ass.  Tonio’s cock pushed insistently against his most private part and Cam sighed.

“See? You like that?”

Cam exhaled and Tonio reached up to pinch his fat nipples, smiling to himself as his novio exhaled in pleasure.

“You finally have man-sized nips.  I can’t wait to stretch them out even more!”

“Fuuuuuck,” Cam breathed.

“Yeah, we’re gonna do that, don’t worry.”

Unexpectedly, Cam laughed at this.  It was a sound of such pure delight that Tonio couldn’t help laughing, too.

He leaned forward and kissed Cam’s neck.  It was damp with sweat.  “You are my hombre, dude, and I will treat you right.  Don’t worry about anyone else.  I will take care of you.”

Cam’s torso started to shake.  When he spoke, his voice was thick with desire. “Hold me.”

“I am!”

“I want you to hold all of me, though.”  

“Huh?”

In response, Cam awkwardly scrambled off of Tonio’s lap and turned.  Tonio’s gaze widened when he got his first full view of his lover’s fantastic new package.  Keenly aware that Cam was studying his face to gauge his reaction, Tonio schooled his features.  He knew that his man’s state was fragile and a lot depended on him getting this right.

“Cam, you are fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Beautiful.”

This was apparently the right thing to say because he watched Cam’s posture change subtly.  He squared his shoulders and straightened, letting his hands fall down to his sides.  Tonio couldn’t help smiling.  Shit.  Shit.  He was so fucking different! He couldn’t believe this was the same guy he’d fucked senseless just yesterday.

“Mukhtar Safarov has nothing on you, guapo.”

Cam’s eyebrows lifted.  “Who’s he?”

“Oh, just a Russian porn star whose boyfriend gave him the ultimate package.”

“Like you did for me?” His lover’s tone was probing; he was testing Tonio.

“Yeah, like I did for you, nene.  Now can I please touch it?”

Cam hesitated before nodding his head.

Shit, shit.  It almost didn’t look real.  Tonio swallowed as he stared at Cam’s ogre-sized cock.  His penis was swollen to the size of a fucking fire hose, so big that it hung straight down, pointing listlessly at the floor.  There is no fucking way that thing will ever be able to get hard, Tonio thought, but somehow this fact only served to excite him. It added to the challenge!  What would sex be like with this monster?  Christ, the thing reached nearly down to his knees!

And that cockhead!  Somehow, Dr. Sharma had lengthened Cam’s already super long foreskin while expanding his glans out of proportion to the shaft.  The resulting bulbous head was perfectly round, bigger than a softball, and sheathed in a dark foreskin that dangled several inches down, flapping languidly against Cam’s thighs.  A thick webbing of veins was clearly visible under the thinly-stretched skin.  His flesh was a lot darker, too.  In fact, his cock and balls were jet black, a stark contrast to the creamy mocha skin of his crotch.  The overall impact was stunning and Tonio stared and stared, feeling himself begin to salivate as he took it all in.

Cautiously, tentatively, he reached out to hold it. Cam tensed and started to pant. Excellent! Tonio thought.  He’s coming along finally.

“God, it’s sensitive,” Cam exclaimed. He shuddered, causing his massive equipment to sway.  

Tonio almost gasped when his fingers closed around the immensity.  It was hot!  Literally hot.  The thing felt like it was on fire, burning like a brand in his hand.  Part of this was no doubt due to the fact that it was enflamed from the procedure but he knew that wasn’t the only reason. Woah, he thought, woah.

And it was hard!  Tonio had no idea what the doctor had used to inflate it but it didn’t feel like silicone.  He had to admire how much it felt just like a hard cock, only it wasn’t erect.  Or rather, it was so heavy that, even if it could become erect, it would never do anything but point down at the ground.  Moreover, there was no human orifice big enough to accommodate the monster.  Good thing he’s a bottom slut! Tonio thought, smirking.

He lifted Cam’s dick up, feeling his lover shiver.  He shook his head in disbelief. It was so fat that he couldn’t reach his fingers around the shaft and it had to weigh more than five pounds!  Very slowly, he wrapped both of his hands around it and savored the heft of the crazy, hot, bloated tool.  When he started to jack it, Cam howled.  Tonio looked up at him in concern but Cam shook his head.

“No, no. Don’t stop!” he gasped, face red. “It feels fucking incredible!”

Tonio smirked. “Uh huh.  How do you feel about your beast now, bro?”

“Just shut up and fucking jack me off!”

He obliged but let one hand wander down to hold his lover’s new bull balls. Cam had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming out in rapture.  So, his balls were just as sensitive as his cock?  Tonio grinned.  Nice!  The dude might never be able to fuck again but Dr. Sharma hadn’t taken away the most important thing:  Pleasure.  Tonio would use this to his advantage.

His own cock was aching from being aroused for so long and he had a wicked case of blue balls.  Grimacing, he forced his attention away from his own need and back to Cam.  It was important that his lover come to know and embrace the gifts he had been given. He folded his left hand around stretched out skin of Cam’s nutsac just under his cock and gently pulled down causing Cam to cry out again.  His balls were bigger than a pair of cantaloupes and just as heavy. It dawned on him that, when they weren’t making love, Cam would need constant support but during sex it was the opposite:  All he needed to do was accentuate gravity’s effect and Cam would be transported to a place of pure bliss.

He pulled down on his balls with one hand while pulling down on his cock with the other, alternatingly squeezing each hand like he was milking goats on his abuela’s farm back home in Puerto Rico.  It was almost funny watching Cam’s face go bright crimson and his eyes bulge out as the waves of pleasure radiated through his body.  In no time, thick ropes of precum were sliding out of the folds of his fleshy foreskin, dribbling in a goopy pool on the floor.

“Don’t…fucking…stop…EVER!” Cam ordered and Tonio laughed.

“Ah, but you see, macho, there’s more.”

Slowly, he stopped massaging Cam’s equipment and released his grasp, letting the distended organ flop heavily against his legs.  Cam’s eyes were glazed over and his breathing was shallow.  He didn’t resist when Tonio guided him onto the bed, positioning him on his hands and knees, magnificent, huge ass pointing up, legs wide, and cheeks spread.  Holy fuck! Tonio thought, taking in the picture.  Cam’s organ was so big it rested on the bed! I’m gonna have to buy a harness so he can hang free.  I want to feel his cock and balls slap against my thighs when I fuck him!

He pulled out a condom, glad that Raider had a special stock of supersized rubbers that would fit over his enhanced cock.  He had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from cumming as he slid his foreskin back and pulled on the condom.  Just take your time, Benitez, just take your time! Make this last.

Resting a hand on Cam’s back, he softly brushed his fingers down the cleft of his ass, feeling his cock throb as Cam tensed.  Shit, those ass cheeks were huge!  He knelt on the bed, leaning in and running his tongue down, down, down, pushing his face in Cam’s ass while reaching around to grab his grotesquely huge shaft in both hands. Cam responded by pushing his ass backward, spreading his hole for Tonio.  Even so, Tonio had fight his way through the mountains of Cam’s butt cheeks before his tongue finally caressed the delicate flesh of Cam’s rosebud.  It tasted salty and smelled powerfully of man musk. Excited, Tonio probed and probed, feeling Cam’s hole pucker and unpucker as he moaned in response.  Inspired, Tonio pulled down on Cam’s cock, squeezing hard. His lover screamed, body trembling with paroxysms of pleasure.

Tonio took this opportunity to pull back.  Spitting in his palm, he rubbed his saliva over his shaft and guided his cock toward its target. Taking Cam’s hips in both hands, he sat up on his haunches and thrust powerfully forward, gasping in surprise as his aching cock slid between Cam’s freakishly plump cheeks. It slid in and in and in.  Shit!  That was a long way to go!  A lesser cock wouldn’t have made it but Tonio was a god among mere mortals. When his engorged cockhead finally slammed against Cam’s hole, his lover didn’t stand a chance.  He was in and pumping savagely before Cam could resist.  He tore into his bottom slut’s hole, pounding relentlessly and crying out in wild delight as his hips bounced off the twin cushions of Cam’s ass cheeks.

Cam was a more than willing participant in the ferocious assault on his hole.  He fell forward onto the bed as Tonio rode him, writhing in ecstasy, his enormous package serving to keep him propped up in the perfect position while granting him a new gateway to paradise by virtue of its enhanced sensitivity. The simple weight of Tonio on top of him and the friction of being ground into the sheets was enough to drive him to the heights of an explosive orgasm. Tonio erupted inside of him at nearly the same time and they collapsed in a smelly, sweaty heap.

They lay like that for a long time, panting and savoring the delicious sweetness of their union.  Tonio’s cock was still pulsing inside Cam and Cam’s hole was clenching almost painfully against him.  He couldn’t believe that the dude could endure so much abuse and still be so tight.  Maybe this was another one of Dr. Sharma’s gifts?  He didn’t want to question it.  Cam was the best lover he’d ever had and he was deliriously happy.

“Te amo, bro.  Te amo.”  His voice was hoarse from all of the screaming.

Cam trembled beneath him and Tonio’s breath caught in his throat when he heard his lover say for the first time, “Y yo te amo también.”

***

PART 5: Cock Monster!

Cam and Tonio stayed inside the rest of the day and most of the next, though Tonio took leave a couple of times to go to work. Cam’s new “equipment” was swollen and needed time to recover from the procedure and he had to work up the nerve to go out into the world looking like…this. Tonio was willing to give him all the time he needed; he assured Cam that he didn’t need to worry about anything from now on because he would take care of him.

When asked how, Tonio gave him a funny look, saying, “Dude, I own three restaurants and a bar. I’m loaded with cash!”

Cam felt his cheeks color. He’d never imagined that Tonio might own the restaurant where they met; he’d assumed that Tonio was just the waiter. He looked down and studied the pattern on the bedspread, embarrassed. Tonio was about to ask a question when Cam’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He glanced over at it. It wasn’t a number he recognized so he let it go to voicemail.  The next moment, it rang again; it was the same number.

Cam exhaled in annoyance but decided to answer it, saying, “Buenas,” before he could catch himself.

There was a pause on the other end.

“Cam?  Is that you?”

“Si, soy yo. I mean, yes, it’s me.”  Clearly he’d been hanging around Tonio too much.  Spanish words were infiltrating his everyday speech.

There was another pause.  Finally, the caller said, “Cam, this is Chas.  I need you come back to your dorm now.”

Chas’ deep voice was serious and perturbed.  Inadvertently, Cam felt a shiver run up his spine.  Why would Chas be calling him and why would he need him to come back to his dorm?  

His mouth was dry as he queried, “What’s wrong, Chas?  What’s going on?”

“I’m not going to talk about it over the phone.  Just get back here ASAP.”  

He hung up.

“Who was that?” Tonio asked, running a hand under the sheets and squeezing Cam’s cock. Cam tensed, feeling his member spring to life. While still stupendously huge, it had shrunk down slightly as the swelling from Dr. Sharma’s surgery went down and sensation–all sensation–had returned. Shit, it felt even more sensitive than when it had been small!

“Chas,” he managed to breathe after the frisson of pleasure from Tonio’s touch had passed. “He’s the basketball team captain. He wants me to come back to the dorm.”

“The dorm? Why?”

Cam shrugged. “I dunno. It sounded serious, though.”

“Well,” Tonio sighed, “I suppose we need to go back there and pick up your stuff anyway, right?”

The thought of walking through campus looking like he did terrified Cam and he said so. Tonio shook his head and, taking up his hands, squeezed them reassuringly. “Dude, you gotta get out there sometime. Why not today? I’ll go with you.”

Cam could feel his heart pound in his chest. Shit! He couldn’t go back to Marshall State looking like this! He would be laughed off of campus! In the end, though, Tonio badgered him until he relented and took a hesitant step out of bed. His massive appendage swung down heavily in front of him and he gasped, expecting it to hurt. When it didn’t, he was relieved but only partially. He stared down at himself and felt his ears grow hot. What the fuck? He looked like a total freak!

Tonio had already pulled out a huge jock with a monster-sized pouch and was holding his foot up, lifting it up his leg.

“Come on, nene, put it on! It will hold you up!”

Cam sighed and bent over. He slowly pulled it on, blanching when he realized that he needed an extra pair of hands to stuff his huge new cock and balls inside the jock. Even with an oversized pouch, the jockstrap was still barely big enough to contain his bloated package. And then there was his ass hanging out heavy and full behind him. This, he thought morosely, is going to take some getting used to. Not for the last time, he regretted goading Dr. Sharma into performing the ‘enhancement procedure’ on him. Why couldn’t he have just left the big ape of a doctor alone?

Tonio wanted him to wear a pair of UnderAmor tights but he refused. He pushed his lover out of the way, feeling his package sway precariously in front of him. (The jock didn’t do much to stabilize him; he still felt like his equipment was going spill out at any moment.) Rummaging around in Tonio’s dresser, he found a baggy pair of sweats and a hoodie. They ended up being tight pretty much everywhere but he was able to stuff his unnaturally bulging body parts into them for the most part. They really hugged his ass and crotch, though. Shit, would getting dressed every day be this much of an ordeal? How he would do it? With effort, he pushed that thought out of his head; he just didn’t have the energy to think about it right now.

Tonio drove them back to campus in Cam’s car because Cam had trouble fitting in the driver’s seat. By the time he had pushed the seat back far enough to accommodate his prodigious package, he couldn’t reach the steering wheel. He hung his head, letting Tonio lift him out of the seat and guide him over to the passenger side. This totally sucked.

Fortunately for him, it was Sunday and campus was quiet. Tonio found a parking spot close to the dorm so Cam didn’t have to waddle very far. Even so, he was sweating and out of breath by the time they climbed the stairs to his dorm room. The guy who lived across the hall from him was leaving his room as they approached. He stared at them for a moment before turning and fleeing the other direction. Cam felt his shoulders fall. Yeah, this sucked alright.

Tonio was encouraging, though, thumbing his nose at the dude as he retreated down the hallway. “He just doesn’t know a hot guy when he sees one, cariño.”

Cam scowled and turned the knob.

Chas was emerging from the bathroom as they entered, looking as lean and svelte as ever. He was wearing a baggy pair of shorts that did nothing to conceal his low-hanging cock and balls. Shit, the dude was hung! And so handsome! He’d braided his afro into cornrows which only enhanced his sultry good looks. Chas Martin was one hot dude, Cam realized again. For some reason, this only made him feel more self-conscious. He dropped his hands in front of his crotch but immediately changed his mind when he felt his cock respond to the pressure and awkwardly crossed his arms instead. His new cock was so sensitive!

Chas stopped and stared at them, demanding, “Who the fuck are you?”

Shit! Of course, he doesn’t recognize me! Who would? With consternation, he realized that Chas now towered over him. We used to be the same height! he thought desperately. Not anymore. Chas must be a least a foot taller than him now. Cam felt his shoulders tighten. Would he ever get used to the ways his body had changed?

He put a placating hand on Tonio’s elbow (his novio was ready to go chest-to-chest with Chas) and cleared his throat. “Uh, Chas. It’s me. Cam.”

Chas wrinkled his brow. “Cam? Huh?” This was followed by a long pause during which the team captain’s eyes grew huge. Finally, he breathed, “No way.”

Cam nodded and watched as Chas’ expression shifted from confusion to horrified understanding. “Fuck! Brian!” Chas exclaimed finally. “You went to see Brian Valens, didn’t you?”

Brian Valens was Chas’ former boyfriend and a genetic engineer who had transformed Chas into a towering hulk of a basketball player…and made other modifications to him as well. Unwittingly, Chas had revealed Brian’s identity and…talents to Cam one day after practice. This had led to Cam tracking down Brian without Chas’ knowledge and convincing him to “help” him grow a big dick. Brian had done so–and then some. Cam had gotten far more out of the deal than he’d wanted, eventually transforming in so many ways that almost nothing from his former tall, lean, sinewy, white-skinned body remained.  Now he was a short, stout, tattooed, Puerto Rican fireplug of a dude who sported obscenely huge male equipment and had a newfound penchant for being fucked up the ass. Cam was a whole new man!

Cam shook his head, trying to clear it of these swirling thoughts, and realized that the team captain was seething in front of him. Before he could react, Chas had grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him. Cam stared helplessly up at him, too paralyzed to do anything but gape and whimper as he felt his sensitive cock and balls vibrate painfully.

Tonio had his back.

In a second, Tonio had pulled Cam out of Chas’ grasp and gotten up in his face. He might not be as tall as Chas but he was a big guy in his own right and outweighed Chas by more than forty pounds. He glared up at Chas and grabbed the team captain’s shirt in his wide hands. When he spoke, his voice was full of menace.

“Yeah, he went to see Brian,” he spat, pronouncing each word with deadly precision. “You got a problem with that, dude?”

Chas seemed taken aback by Tonio’s sudden aggression and looked down at him in confusion before asking, “Cam, who is this?” He pushed Tonio’s hands off of him and tried to sidestep him but Tonio quickly reinserted himself between Chas and Cam.

“Tonio…” Cam warned. “It’s Ok. Chas is a good guy. He, well, he has had a lot of experience with Brian’s work.”

His novio reluctantly stepped away, giving Chas an unobstructed view of Cam and his greatly enhanced body. The captain’s face went pale as he took in the full impact of the man Cam had become. Cam felt his cheeks flame as Chas turned away, shaking his head in disgust.

When he spoke, his deep voice was barely a whisper. “Cam, why did you let him do this to you? Shit, you’ll never play basketball again!” He paused and Cam watched as the tall man’s shoulders began shake. “I can’t believe I told you about him! It’s all my fault.”

Cam reached over and placed a shaky hand on Chas’ shoulder, amazed at how high he had to reach. The jock tensed at his touch, shaking him off. Undisuaded, Cam reached up again and tugged, saying, “Chas, it was my idea. You had nothing to do with it. I’m…proud of what he did to me.”

“Proud? Proud!” Chas shouted, whirling at him. “You’re a fucking freak, Cam! He turned you into a fucking freak and you’re proud of yourself?” His eyes were cold. He seemed like he going to lose it but somehow managed to restrain himself just as Tonio was about to jump between them again. Taking a deep breath, Chas mastered himself before continuing, “It all makes sense now. I wondered what was going on with you. I should have come here a lot sooner. Fuck!”

He was about to say something else when he clapped his hand to his forehead and swore loudly.  In an instant, he had grabbed Cam again and thrust him against the wall, all but knocking the wind out of him. His eyes were burning as he spat, “Shit! That explains it! You gave some of Brian’s pills to your roommate, didn’t you?”

Cam blinked and was struggling to respond when Tonio had yanked Chas off of him and threw him violently to the floor. Chas was quick for a tall guy, though, and he didn’t fall easily. He pulled Tonio down on top of him, managing to dodge the big guy’s fist and wrap him in a headlock. Tonio cursed and struggled but it was no use; he was immobilized.

“Come on, guys,” Cam said, shaking his head and trying to calm his breathing. Everything was moving too fast and he was having trouble keeping on top of what was happening. Watching the two big men tussle wasn’t helping. “Relax,” he ordered.

Chas scowled up at him while Tonio sputtered, his face turning red as Chas tightened his grip.

“Dude,” Chas muttered in Tonio’s ear through clenched teeth. “I’m going to let you go but if you try anything again, I’ll take you down.”

“Puto!”

“Not the right answer,” Chas replied, tightening his grip further, choking Tonio.

“Chas!” Cam started to exclaim but Tonio held up his hand, relenting and Chas let go of him. Tonio coughed and struggled to get up on his knees while Chas smoothed his hands across his rumpled jersey, breath coming in ragged gasps. He stood up and offered his hand to Tonio. Cam’s lover stared at it for a moment before nodding and reaching out. Chas hauled him to his feet and they stood facing each other, expressions tense.

Cam cleared his throat. “Uh, Chas, you were saying…”

“Your roommate, Cam. You gave him some of those pills, didn’t you?”

“No, I…” Then he remembered. He’d almost forgotten! He dropped a couple of the pills in Clif’s can of energy drink a week ago when Clif had pissed him off with his homophobic comments. He felt the blood drain out of his face as pieces came together. There was Clif’s odd behavior that morning, shit, how long ago was it? Five days ago? God, so much had happened since then! It felt like a lifetime ago. He massaged his temples as he strained to remember. Oh, that’s right! The morning after he’d dosed Clif’s drink, his roommate had insisted on going with him for breakfast at the diner and had been voraciously hungry, practically inhaling three fruit pies and drinking the syrup right out of the bottle. And then there had been those weird scaly growths on his skin…

“You’d better come in here,” Chas said, turning to the bathroom before adding over his shoulder, “I came here looking for you this morning. When you didn’t answer, I tried the door and found it was unlocked so I…”

Feeling his heart leap into his throat, Cam followed behind him, annoyed by how difficult it was to move with his inflated cock and balls sagging heavily in front of him and getting in the way of his legs. He was forced to walk like an extremely bowlegged cowboy. And then there was his huge ass…Tonio’s constant admiring comments under his breath didn’t help.

He lumbered into the bathroom and was hit by a pungent smell. He covered his nose. What was that odor? It smelled fetid, moist. He was about to comment when Chas flung the shower the curtain back dramatically.

“FUCKING SHIT!!!” Cam shouted, jumping back against Tonio. The bathtub was filled with stagnant, cloudy water.

And worse…

Floating in the center of it was a…slimy, disgusting, bloated…thing.

“What the fuck is that?” Tonio asked, holding Cam around the waist and staring over his shoulder. He gagged and covered his nose, adding, “It smells like a fucking swamp!”

Chas turned to face them, face hard. “That, I assume, is Cam’s roommate.”

“But…”

“That is your roommate, mi amor?” Tonio’s voice sounded nasal from pinching his nose.

Cam swallowed. “That’s can’t be! That…”

Chas reached down and touched the hideous thing in the tub. “It is, trust me. He is encased in a cocoon or something but he’s alive. His body is warm to the touch and he…moves…when you go like this.” He jabbed his finger into the thing and it shuddered.

Cam couldn’t stop staring. The thing in the tub was like a huge, scaly, skin-colored cocoon of flesh. If he squinted, he could see a vaguely human-shaped outline pressing against the contours of the…sac. Shit, it was fucking grotesque! What the fuck had happened to Clif?

He looked over and saw that Chas had pulled out his iPhone and was flicking through his address book. Giving Cam a cool look, he explained. “I’m calling Brian. He is responsible for this and I will make him fix it if I have to fucking kick the shit out of him!”

***

Brian Valens swept into the dorm room about a half hour later. Cam was certain that, even with Chas’ threat of physical violence, there was nothing that would get the little dude to show up. He looked even smaller than Cam remembered which remarkable because Cam himself was more than a foot shorter than he had been the last time he’d seen Brian.

“Chas,” Brian pronounced, his high voice hesitant. He pushed a blonde lock of hair behind his ear as he stared up at the towering basketball player.

Chas crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto his back leg. He looked so impressive standing there, tall and lean and muscular; he was a fucking black god come to life and Brian was a pale dwarf in comparison. Chas’ tone was light but there was an unmistakable edge to it as he stated, “Brian. Glad you could make it.”

“You didn’t give me much choice,” Brian muttered, pausing to take in the surroundings. When his eyes landed on Cam and Tonio, they widened slightly. Rather than commenting, though, he turned back to Chas and added, “I…I’ve missed you, Chas.”

Cam didn’t miss the small shudder that passed through Chas’ big frame at these words. He watched closely as Chas’ eyes filled with longing for an instant before he schooled his features and set his jaw. “You,” he started to say in a harsh voice but then broke off. When he continued, he tried and failed to keep his emotions in check. “You…have?”

Brian hung his head, startling Cam with this unexpected show of humility. Where was the cold, hard, sarcastic Brian Valens? The one who took pleasure in other people’s discomfort and enjoyed inflicting pain? Brian stared down at his feet for a long time before looking back up at Chas. Cam held his breath as he watched the big man fight to regain his footing in the conversation. Clearly, Chas was just as taken aback by Brian’s contrition as Cam was.

Chas’ mouth opened and closed. Finally, he managed to say, “I…I am glad. Maybe we can, um, talk more about this after you’ve seen to Clif?”

Brian nodded, sticking his small hands in the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a gray hoodie and jeans which made him look very much like Mark Zuckerberg’s younger, nerdier brother.

Chas paused a moment before motioning toward Cam and Tonio. “You’ve met Cam before but probably don’t recognize him after what your pills,” his voice dripped with disdain as he pronounced the word, “did to him. And this is his boyfriend, Tonio.”

A little bit of the familiar, droll Brian came back as he took in Cam’s drastic physical changes. “Couldn’t make it a month without cumming, I see,” he said dryly. When Brian had given Cam the pills, he’d warned him to avoid having an orgasm until after he’d finished the bottle. Cam’s failure to do so had initiated the jaw-dropping changes that he was still trying to adjust to.

“No, but it’s…Ok,” Cam stammered, cheeks coloring. “I’m pretty happy with the way everything turned out, I guess.”

“Hardly a ringing endorsement,” Brian commented, his eyes narrowing. After a moment, though, his gaze softened as he eyed Tonio. “But I see that you have at least one big reason to be happy.”

Tonio placed a protective hand on Cam’s shoulder and favored Brian with a small smile.

Chas had turned and was already heading into the bathroom, his broad shoulders slightly hunched. After a moment, Brian followed him. Cam and Tonio hung back, preferring to listen from a room away because the smell emanating from the bathroom was so noxious. They could hear Chas murmur something and Brian’s startled response. Then the door slammed abruptly as their voices rose in argument. Cam couldn’t quite make out the words but he knew the gist of what was being said: Chas was angry and blamed Brian for giving Cam the pills. Brian was defensive, no doubt explaining that he’d advised Cam not to take them and saying that he had not told Cam to force them on his roommate.

When the door opened, Brian exited first, looking drawn. Chas’ face was hard and angry behind him.

“Cam,” Brian began carefully, “if I am going to help Clif, I need to know what you did to him. How did you get him to take the pills?”

Cam swallowed, feeling ashamed. In retrospect, his impulsive decision to punish Clif seemed reckless in the extreme. “I…I put a couple of them in his energy drink.”

Brian blinked and Chas’ jaw clenched even harder. “His energy drink?” Brian repeated. “Oh, dear.”

Cam nodded. “Yeah, ‘fraid so. I think it was a can of Monster or something.”

“Like this one here?” Tonio said behind him. Cam turned and saw that his lover had pulled a long, black aluminum can emblazoned with bright green lettering out of the recycling.

He nodded again, unable to say anything.

Chas exhaled in disgust. “I can’t fucking believe it! Shit, what the fuck are we going to do?”

Brian held up a slender hand. “Don’t freak out yet! I might be able to fix this. It will take some time but I might be able to figure out how to reverse at least some of the changes.”

“How long will that take?” The familiar coldness was back in Chas’ voice.

“A week, two weeks at most,” Brian replied, reaching to take the can from Tonio. He studied it for a moment, reading the ingredients. After a few seconds, he shook his head. “God, who drinks this shit anyway? It’s fucking toxic! No wonder the nanobots went crazy!”

Chas’ face was getting redder by the moment and Cam could tell he was struggling to contain his mounting rage. The big man took a step back and leaned against the wall, chest heaving. Brian saw him out of the corner of his eye and turned to him, raising his palms in the air.

“Chas, I’ll do my best! I know you are pissed and I apologize! We’ll make this right again.” His delicate voice was plaintive and Cam was sure that Chas was still going to explode. After a tense silence, though, the team captain nodded.

“What do we do with him in the meantime?” he queried. “We can’t leave him here.”

“He can stay at my place,” Tonio offered, causing Cam to jerk in surprise. He was about to protest when he realized that he owed Clif at least that much. Tonio squeezed his shoulder as he continued, “We just need to figure out how to move him there.”

Brian nodded. “He’s close to…hatching, I think. The caul that he’s formed around himself seems to be getting thinner.”

“He’s hatching?” Chas echoed. “Hatching?! Into what?”

“Something new,” Brian answered cryptically.

Cam shivered as Chas muttered. “That does not sound good.”

***

Brian left to go to his lab and returned an hour later carrying a bag filled with implements. He busied himself taking samples from the bathwater and the fleshy cocoon, even piercing it with a syringe to extract a tissue sample at one point. Clif’s body shuddered inside the caul and a low, eerie moan emanated from deep inside but he quickly settled down after Brian withdrew the syringe. Brian sat on the edge of the tub to collect himself for a moment before getting up and gathering his things.

“I’ll take these back and analyze them,” he announced as he emerged from the bathroom. Cam and Tonio were packing up the room and Chas was sitting at Clif’s desk, holding the guy’s smartphone and staring stone-faced out the window. Cam put down his half-full duffle bag to listen as Brian continued, “I think I was able to collect enough original DNA from the blade of his razor to compare against these cocoon samples. With some work, I’m pretty sure I can create an antidote.”

Tonio stood up and stretched, giving Cam an excellent view of his toned abs as his shirt rode up his belly. “Ok,” he said, “We’ll move Cam’s stuff back to my place and come back late tonight to get him.”

Brian nodded and turned to Chas. The tall man held up Clif’s smartphone, saying, “We are incredibly lucky! I was able to guess his access code and get into his phone. He doesn’t appear to have many friends and I guess his parents are away on vacation for the next few weeks. There were only a couple of texts.” He paused before adding, “I, er, took the liberty of replying. I didn’t want anyone to worry and stop by.”

“That was wise,” Brian said, giving Chas a wan smile.

“We should wait until midnight to move him,” Chas continued, ignoring Brian’s entreaty. “I don’t want anyone seeing him like this.”

Cam nodded. It was going to be a very long and very strange night.

***

They placed Clif’s cocoon in the little room next to Tonio’s bedroom. It was just a utility closet but it had a radiator and they learned quickly that Clif liked to be kept warm. When the temperature got below seventy degrees, he would start to moan ominously so they turned the heater on and propped him up in a kiddy pool filled with water. They would have forgotten about him if it weren’t for the funky odor that lingered even though Cam changed the water in the pool every day. He thought he’d get used to it but didn’t. After a couple of days, he realized it was making him irritable and exacerbating his already frayed nerves; he was starting to go stir crazy cooped up in Tonio’s apartment as it was.

Cam knew he had to get his confidence up and start living life again but every time he promised himself that he would leave the apartment, he lost his nerve. How would he ever live a normal life again looking like a total freak? There was no way to cover up his swollen genitals; they were the first thing people saw now when they looked at him. He sank down on the bed, whimpering when his heavy cock and balls flopped painfully down. He couldn’t even sit like a normal guy anymore!

He lifted his huge cock in his hand and sat there, stroking the monstrous head and feeling lost. His life had seemed so hopeful just a week ago when he had been on fire with love for Tonio, relishing his newfound freedom and sexuality. He’d felt like he’d been asleep all of his life and awakened into a world fresh with possibility and ripe with desire…and Tonio. He hadn’t cared about losing his position on the basketball team or dropping out of college. No, it hadn’t mattered because he was in love with the sexiest man ever.

And then Tonio had taken him to Raider Goth and that sadistic butcher, Dr. Sharma.

Shit, why…?

There was a low moan from the utility room that interrupted his bout of self-pity and he lifted his head to look over at Clif. The fleshy pod was vibrating and he could see protrusions pushing against the sac. He dropped his cock and stood up quickly, frantically stuffing his package back inside his jock.

Was Clif hatching?

He forgot about his agreement with Tonio and Brian to text them if he noticed anything unusual going on with Clif. Instead, he lurched across the room and flicked on the light switch, holding his breath as he stared down.

Wait, was that a tear?

Shit, it was!

There was a small opening on the top of the pod. He leaned in closer. He could see what he thought was the top of Clif’s head pressing against the splitting skin of the cocoon. His dark hair was wet and glistening. Cam realized he’d forgotten to breathe and inhaled deeply before catching himself.

The odor had changed.

No longer was it the dense reek that he’d grown to dislike so strenuously. The aroma wafting out of the little tear in the pod was rich, fragrant, manly, and…stimulating. Cam took another tentative breath, savoring it.

Yeah, it was a nice smell.

Well, better than nice…it was fucking great!

He smiled and then surprised himself by reaching down and placing the fingers of each hand on either side of the rip and pulling outward. The fleshy skin parted almost without any effort, easily widening into a long gash that exposed the top of Clif’s head, neck, and shoulders.

Cam inhaled the heady scent emanating from the cocoon and grinned to himself, completely unaware that he was becoming intoxicated. A single thought was spinning around inside his head: He had to get Clif out of the cocoon.

He had to help his friend!

He pulled on the skin, unconsciously chewing his lower lip as he concentrated, and stretched the hole wider. There was another low moan as he freed Clif’s head and he hesitated, not wanting to hurt his roommate. Clif’s neck seemed loose, probably from so many days of crouching down in a fetal position, and his head lolled to the side. Cam reached over and grabbed a towel hanging from a hook nearby and gently massaged the guy’s face and hair with it, drying him off.

Clif’s eyes were closed and Cam paused, realizing that there was something almost angelic about him like this. He was surprised by an unexpected fondness arising in his chest. Clif looked so vulnerable, innocent, helpless…God, why had he disliked him so much? Clearly, there was something special about the guy. Something special and…touching. He sighed, setting the towel aside and cupped Clif’s cheek in his palm.

His roommate’s eyes fluttered open then and Cam’s mood softened further. Clif had the most beautiful green eyes! The stubble on his face had grown into a short, light brown beard that set off his high cheekbones and elegant, full lips. Cam could see his naked shoulders and marveled at how broad they were. Why had he never realized that his roommate was such a stud?

Were these some of the changes that Brian had told him to expect? He thought back and couldn’t remember clearly but it did seem like Clif was more handsome now. Of course, Cam’s sexual orientation had recently changed from straight to gay so it could just be the fact that he found men attractive in ways that he hadn’t before. Still, if this was part of Clif’s metamorphosis, then he liked it. He really liked it!

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Clif, hey,” he began. “How are you feeling? Are you Ok?”

There was a pause as Clif eyes focused on his face and he gave Cam a tentative smile. “Cam?” His voice came out as a low croak and he paused to clear his throat. Continuing, Cam’s cheeks colored as he exclaimed, “Wow, you look different! Better, though. Much better.”

Cam glanced down and took a breath to steady himself. His heart was racing in his chest. “Um, thanks. But what about you? Are you Ok? You’ve been, uh, you know, kind of…”

Clif raised an eyebrow and laughed unexpectedly. “Yeah, I know but I’m fine. Really. And I’m glad you’re here with me right now.”

For some reason, Cam had to blink back tears at these words and he looked away for a moment to collect himself. It wasn’t just that he was touched (and kind of turned on) by Clif’s beauty and innocence; he also felt increasingly guilty. He had been the one who spiked Clif’s drink with the nanobots, precipitating this whole series of bizarre events. He realized that he had a lot of making up to do. He didn’t know how Clif would take it when he learned what Cam had done to him.

“Clif,” he said carefully. “I want to apologize to you.”

Clif lifted his head then and gave him a wide-eyed look. “For what?”

Cam’s eyes dropped as he stammered, “I…I did this to you.”

There was a long pause. Finally, “I know.”

“You do?”

Clif gave him a hangdog grin. “I figured it out. I’ve had a lot of time to think about stuff lately, you know.”

Cam nodded. That was for sure!

“And, I mean, look at you,” he continued, tilting his head so his cheek rested against Cam’s palm again. “I knew that something was up when you started changing…”

Flushing, Cam looked down at himself and realized he was almost naked, wearing only one of his ultra-sized jocks. He was crouched down on his haunches, uncomfortably aware that his obscene package was resting mostly on the floor between his feet.

“So it didn’t take me long to put two and two together.” He smiled up at Cam. “I mean, I know I should be pissed at you but I’m not. I’m really not!”

Cam hung his head. This was more than he deserved and he said so.

Clif shook his head. “Cam, I feel great, you know. Better than I’ve ever felt before! How can I be mad at you? You’ve given me the best gift a friend could give.”

“But…”

“For chrissake,” Clif protested, struggling to free his shoulders from the sheath of skin covering him. “Just help me out of this thing. I’m tired of being trapped in a fucking sack!”

Cam sighed and helped him by tearing the layer of fleshy skin further apart. Clif’s exposed torso was muscular and hairy underneath, a lot hairier than he remembered. He looked so manly and mature! Clif caught him staring and grinned.

“Like it?” he said, winking. “Just wait til you see the rest of me!”

He slipped an arm free of the sheath then and held it up.

Cam stared.

What the fuck?!

Unable to stop himself, he let out a startled yelp and fell back on his big butt, hands splayed out behind him.

Eyes round, he yelled, “Holy shit!”

“I know, right?” Clif said smirking, lifting his ‘hand’ up to admire it. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

All he could do is gape. Clif’s beefy upper arm was thick with muscles, easily twice as big around as before but instead of tapering down to a wrist and extending into a hand with fingers, it was just a fat stump.

A fat club that looked uncomfortably like a huge…

“I got a cock for a hand now!” Clif said proudly, lifting up the dripping stump and admiring it.

Cam felt his throat clench. Clif’s hand had been replaced by an enormous cockhead, easily more than four inches in diameter. A long, moist foreskin hung down like a sleeve over the bulging glans and Cam watched, entranced, as Clif shook his arm to retract the foreskin, exposing a huge, pink head underneath.

“Clif…” Cam started to say but his voice died in his throat.

“It’s awesome, isn’t it, dude?” Clif flexed his elbow, bringing the huge cockhead up to his cheek and caressing himself. It left a long trail of slime like a snail trail behind. Cam let out a strangled whimper.

Clif twisted his shoulders then and extracted his other arm, eliciting another gasp from Cam. This arm was equally thick with muscles but, unlike the other, ended in a hand of sorts. Clif extended it, palm up, and held the fat, fleshy fingers in front of him as a broad grin spread across his handsome face.

Each “finger” had transformed into a long, thick shaft with a bulbous cockhead at the tip. Aghast, Cam realized that Clif was bending and flexing them like fingers. Apparently there were still bones inside but they were far too fat and ungainly to be useful for anything a finger was designed for. He felt his cheeks color as his mind inevitably came to understand what a guy with a hand full of big dicks in place of fingers could do…

Belatedly, he realized that Clif was watching him closely, a satisfied smirk on his face. He laughed as he extended his hand toward him, shaking his cock-sized fingers salaciously.

“Come on, bud,” he entreated. “Let me hold you. You know you want me to.”

As if in a trance, Cam propped himself back up awkwardly on his knees and struggled toward Clif, his enormous package flopping to and fro on the floor in front of him. Clif’s eyes lit up as he drank in the sight of him and he gratefully enfolded him in a slick embrace as Cam leaned in.

“You’ve been given your own gifts, I see,” he breathed as his lips touched Cam’s. “You and I are two of a kind, you know? Only I can take you to the secret places your body has been designed to explore.”

Cam responded by opening his mouth and locking tongues with Clif. In a far off corner of his brain, he absently registered the fact that Clif’s tongue felt different somehow but this realization was quickly eclipsed. He was on autopilot; his mind had ceased to function at Clif’s first touch and, when he tasted his roommate’s mouth, it exploded into a scintillating flurry of desire. Clif wrapped him in a tight hug and pulled Cam to him, letting his “fingers” explore Cam’s body, eventually working their way down the waistband of his jock and gently extricating his bloated member. Cam cried out as Clif shoved one of his fat appendages into his piss slit, wriggling it around and stretching his urethra. It was both painful and incredibly erotic. Cam’s eyes rolled back in his head as Clif worked a second appendage inside while reaching around behind him with his leaking stump to slather his butthole with precum.

“Ungh,” Cam moaned as Clif’s stump stimulated his gaping butthole at the same time his fingers worked their magic on his piss slit. His body was quivering with ecstasy.

“Yeah, bro, just let me work on you,” Clif breathed, pulling back to nibble on Cam’s lower lip. “This is what you made me for, right?”

Then his tongue was in Cam’s mouth again but this time it felt different. Fuller. Firmer.

Wait, what?

He tried to pull back but Clif held him tighter and drove his tongue inside his throat. It was growing, lengthening, and swelling by the second.

Until.

Shit.

Clif’s tongue had a fucking hardon!  He was face-fucking Cam with his tongue!

His friend’s fat cock/tongue pushed deep inside of him and he responded instantly by sucking and stimulating it with his own tongue. Clif let out a moan that emanated from deep inside his chest as his tongue pulsed fatter. Shit, it had to be over eight inches long by now! Cam wanted to choke on it but didn’t.

No, he didn’t choke.

Something about the flavor of Clif’s mouth was both deeply arousing and relaxing at the same time and Cam felt his throat muscles ease up and loosen as Clif worked his tongue deeper inside. His eyes rolled back in his head and succumbed to the pure pleasure of being used by his friend. Distantly, he was aware that Clif was using him in three ways simultaneously, something no other man on the planet could do. He arched his back and Clif shoved several more inches of his stump into Cam’s eager hole while thrusting a third “finger” into his piss slit.

God!

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

Clif’s tongue erupted in a violent orgasm as he grabbed Cam in the vise of his arms. He worked at his dick and hole feverishly, helping him to reach a volcanic climax moments later. They convulsed, bodies slick with goo and sweat, as Clif emptied his cock/tongue down Cam’s throat and Cam’s cum leaked out around Clif’s fingers to pool on the floor. Only after his body had stopped quivering did Cam realize that Clif had achieved the humanly impossible, orgasming with all five of his fingers, his stump, and his tongue at once. His piss slit, anus, and mouth were filled to overflowing with what felt like buckets of jizz.

He sagged into Clif, hot and breathing hard as his friend smacked him playfully on the head with his deflating tongue. A rivulet of spunk dribbled down his forehead and pooled under his eyelid as he struggled to swallow the last of his roommate’s cum. Clif’s cum, he realized, was almost as intoxicating as his saliva but instead of heightening his arousal, it functioned to soothe him. He felt a warm glow of well being radiate through his stomach and subtly fill his chest.

Clif shifted in the tub of water. “Hey, dude, that was awesome. You’re a great lay!”

Cam smiled to himself. Those were perhaps the last words he thought he’d ever hear coming out of Clif’s mouth. He propped himself up and regarded his friend for a long time, puzzling over something that was bothering him now that his brain was working again.

“You’re really not mad at me for doing this to you?” he asked before adding, “Brian, the guy who gave me the pills that…made you this way, said he might be able to fix you.”

Clif stuck his ugly tongue out of the corner of his mouth, pulling a face. “Do I look like I need fixing, dude?” He shook his head before Cam could respond. “No, I told you that I’m happy with who I am. I don’t want to go back!”

Cam stared back at him and Clif laughed.

“I mean, really? Would you want to go back to the old Cam?”

“Well, I…” The truth was that Cam did kind of wish he could go back. He didn’t want to lose Tonio, of course, but the thought of living a normal life, looking like a normal person again was sort of appealing.

Clif shook his shaggy head. “Cam, you’ll grow to like it. Trust me. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and I’m happier than ever.” He slapped Cam on the back with his stump, saying, “Now can you help me outta here? I really wanna take a shower.”

Cam shook himself and struggled to stand, stopping to gaze down at Clif as he wiggled out of the shredded remnants of his cocoon.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he saw what had happened to his roommate’s lower body. “FUCK!”

“Get over it, bro,” Clif said, arching an eyebrow up at him. “This is who I am now.” He struggled to pull himself out of the tub and, failing, stared up at Cam pleadingly. “Some help here!”

Cam closed his mouth and stooped to pull on Clif’s arms, eventually managing to lift him out of the kiddy pool without spilling too much water. Clif’s torso and arms were beyond impressive: He had the upper body of a muscle god.

But his lower body…?

Well, the words ‘cock seal’ or ‘penis slug’ came to mind. He couldn’t stop staring down at Clif as his friend smoothed his arms over his torso and proceeded to half-wriggle, half slither across the floor, casting about in search of the bathroom.

Cam hung back, numb. This didn’t seem possible.

How…?

Clif’s legs had fused into one, long, tapering appendage that, like his tongue, fingers, and left arm, ended in a huge cockhead covered with a thick foreskin tail dragging behind him. His real cock was still there, of course, right where it always had been but it had grown to prodigious proportions, hanging limply down at more than a foot and half long. It almost rivaled Cam’s in size.

But his nuts…

Shit, his nuts!

They had swollen up bigger than beach balls, pushing out to either side of his hips. Cam blinked and reopened his eyes. He knew it was dumb but he was sure he had been hallucinating. That something about Clif’s taste and odor had short-circuited his brain. But, no. Clif was real enough. He could see that. Yes, real. A real freak. He dropped his head in his hands, berating himself for being such an asshole. What had he done?

“Would you fucking stop beating yourself up and help me get washed up?” Clif’s voice was impatient.

Cam forced himself to move, shuffling along behind his roommate as the dude found the bathroom door and tried unsuccessfully to open it with his mutant fingers. Cam reached down and twisted the handle, realizing that Clif was going to need all sorts of assistance from now on. His body was apparently good for only one thing. He swallowed uncomfortably at this thought and Clif sighed, heaving his slimy body across the tile floor to the waiting shower.

Jesus, Clif’s body was freaky! Freaky and mesmerizing at the same time. Cam found himself examining Clif’s lower body as his friend turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm. He realized that his inflated balls sort of fit with the rest of his deformed body, propping him up and balancing his torso now that his legs had merged into a gigantic cock that waggled like a seal’s tail behind him. God, what would it be like to…?

“Join me, bud?” Clif was looking over his broad shoulder at him, clearly amused by his fascination. “I kinda need someone to wash my…back…for me.” He winked at Cam’s blush and swung around to fumble with the shower head.

They fucked at least a dozen times that day. In the shower. On the bed. In the kitchen. On the toilet. At the window. It was one long, exhausting, exhilarating fuck fest. By the time Tonio returned home to find them cuddled up on the floor, sleeping in a pool of cum, Cam had long since ceased being freaked out by Clif’s changes. His friend might be a freak, he realized, but he was also full of the best surprises. There seemed to be no end to the ways that his new body could tempt and titillate Cam.

And, if he was honest, Cam had to admit that his own body was matched well with Clif’s….and Tonio’s.

Shit, he now knew that he was the luckiest damned guy in the world! He had not one but two of the best lovers! His dolorous mood had completely evaporated as a new and confident one emerged, buoyed by Clif and his relentless positivity. His roommate’s changes were far more life-changing than Cam’s. If Clif could be happy with the way things turned out, then why couldn’t he?

He smiled languidly up at Tonio when his lover nudged him with his foot. Tonio’s arms were crossed in mock consternation but his eyes were alive with delight and surprise as he stared down at the two of them, taking in the enormity of Clif’s changes.

Clif lifted his head off of Cam’s shoulder, letting out a low growl of animal lust. “Yowza!” he purred. “More fun just walked in the door!”

****

EPILOGUE

“What do we do now?” Cam asked, blissfully tired after the day’s momentous events.

He was partially dressed again, propped up on the bed next to Tonio. Brian and Chas had arrived about an hour ago and were cuddled up together on the couch across the room. Chas had his long arm slung protectively over Brian’s shoulders and Brian looked sleepy tunneled into his armpit. Clif gurgled contentedly from his new home in the kiddy pool; he was fast asleep.

Cam felt embarrassed now that the afterglow of the intense orgasms had worn off. He couldn’t believe he’d just done, er, well, everything with Clif and Tonio. He couldn’t believe that Clif could simultaneously fuck and suck and…well, do so many other things to him! But, shit, it had felt so good and that…chemical…or whatever that Clif exuded from his pores was stimulating to say the least! After the way that Dr. Sharma had enlarged his cock to gargantuan proportions, he’d been certain that no man would ever be able to suck him off again.

No man but Clif.

One of the little delights of Clif’s new body was that he could unhinge his jaws like those snakes that Cam had read about, and open wider than any other living human. It was…just wow. And then there was Clif’s mouth! And tongue! Holy shit, he was one freaky guy with the freakiest talents. Shit.

He shook himself, realizing that Tonio was watching him with amusement. He cleared his throat and draped a pillow in front of his massive cock; all of these carnal thoughts about Clif were making him leak precum and there was a spreading stain on the front of his shorts.

“Yeah,” Chas said, oblivious to Cam’s arousal, “What now?”

With effort, Brian pulled himself out of the warm nest under Chas’ arm and leaned forward. “Well, it’s probably too early to bring this up but Tonio and I talked about this a couple days ago.”

Chas stiffened at this and drew his lips into a tight line but he kept silent.

“We discussed the possibility that I might not be able to cure Clif,” Brian continued. “And wondered what we would do.”

He held up his hand when Chas tried to interrupt. “Hear me out, Chas!” he ordered in a stern voice and the team captain backed down. “At that time,” he said, reaching over to squeeze Chas’ knee, “it never occurred to us that Clif would want to stay like this. We were just thinking of…options.”

He paused and looked pointedly at Cam before adding, “Plus, Tonio was interested in Cam’s future now that he’s no longer a basketball player and, you know, doesn’t seem interested in returning to Marshall State.”

Cam perked up and turned to Tonio who puckered his lips and blew him a little kiss. He was very interested in hearing what Tonio and Brian had discussed!

“I just signed the lease on a new club,” Tonio explained when Cam and Chas turned to him. “And I want to open a special kind of gay bar. One that’s nothing like anything else out there.”

Brian smiled at these words and Cam noticed that his eyes were glinting evilly. The little guy couldn’t help smirking as he said, “I told him that I could be persuaded to lend my talents to it and serve as manager.”

Chas wrinkled his brow. “Wait! I don’t see how this pertains to Clif or Cam. And aren’t you in a doctoral program at Marshall? How would you have time to do both?”

Brian looked down at his hands and Cam noticed the tips of his ears had turned pink. “Well, uh, you see, my prof just had his funding yanked due to the Trump administration’s budget cuts…”

“What?!” Chas exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me? That’s awful!”

Brian shook his head. “I didn’t want to worry you! You had enough on your mind as it was and, really, it’s no big deal. I was getting bored there anyway and have been dreaming of a new adventure.”

“Why don’t I like the sound of that?” Chas wondered aloud and Brian’s mouth quirked.

Tonio took this as a cue to jump in again. “Brian thought that maybe Clif and Cam could work at the bar. Their, um, unusual traits and abilities might appeal to the clientele…”

“We even thought of a name for the place,” Brian interjected before Chas could voice his displeasure. “The Devil’s Club! Doesn’t that sound fabulous?”

Before anyone could react, Chas had jumped off the couch and was about to launch into an angry tirade when Brian sighed loudly and held up his hands.

“Chas, honey, would you please calm down?” he soothed. “Why don’t we let Cam weigh in?” He turned pointedly away from Chas and locked eyes with Cam, continuing, “Cam, dear, what do you think? Do you want to go into business with Tonio and me?”

A million different reactions fought against each other inside Cam’s head. He was keenly aware of Tonio and Chas’ gazes burning into him as he swallowed and collected himself. Tonio placed a warm hand on his shoulder and he heard Clif make a little squealing sound from across the room.

He took a deep breath.

“Well, I…” he began.

THE END