***

EPILOGUE to Cub Contagion: The Big, the Dumb, and the Floppy

His tutor, Ahmed Al-Nahhas, tapped the table with his pen, repeating, “Who founded the Franciscan Order?”

Jay wrinkled his brow, wracking his brain. He wasn’t used to being so dumb! Before last summer, he’d been in the top of his classes and a pre-med major. Now, however, everything had changed. He’d had to drop out of his classes and change his major to kinesiology. Worse, he couldn’t pass even the most basic classes without a lot of help. He lowered his head, struggling to think of the answer.

“Francis-can,” Ahmed said with emphasis. He raised an elegant eyebrow, flustering Jay further. Ahmed was too damned cute with that shock of black hair, goatee, and svelte little bod of his. How was Jay supposed to concentrate when his tutor was so hot? His mental abilities were compromised enough as it was!

“I’m waiting,” Ahmed prompted and Jay sat up straighter, feeling his cheeks color.

Finally, a (dim) light went on in Jay’s head. “Uh, St. Francis?”

Ahmed nodded. “Of?”

Jay looked at him blankly.

“Assisi.”

“A sissy?” Jay snickered. “Was he a fag?”

Ahmed sighed. “Oh, you’re a real comedian alright, Jay. Maybe when you fail out of university you can get a job in standup.”

Jay gave him a goofy grin only belatedly realizing he was teasing. His grin was fading into a frown when across the room, his best bro, Bryce Stevens, guffawed, “Ha! Good one, man! St. Francis of a Sissy!”

Jay laughed and Ahmed shook his head. “Alright, I see we’re done for the day. Remember to read the notes I gave you. They cover all of the answers to the exam on Monday.” He sighed, pushing back from the table and muttering, “Must be nice having friends in high places in the athletic department.”

He stood up and Jay lurched to his feet. He was still not used to his new body. It was so big and heavy! He’d lost some of the flab, true, after ‘mating’ with Diego (the memory of that night still thrilled him), his body hardening slightly as his muscles expanded. His gut was still heavy and full but it was now square–sort of–not round. And his shoulders and thighs had widened. By the end of the night, he’d been remade into a brick shithouse…and he loved it. Fucking loved it!

Well, mostly.

Adjusting to life back in college had been difficult. No one recognized him when he returned and his old friends had fallen away after he’d been kicked out of his pre-med program. Most painfully, he was invisible to girls. At best, they looked right past him and, at worst, they recoiled in fear or revulsion when they saw him.

Gay guys were different. Most of them responded to him in the same way that women did but another subset followed him around, lusting after him. They usually disappeared when they found out he was a big ol’ bottom, though. They always expected a guy of his height and weight to have a big dick, not a fat knob. He shook his head, unable to figure why this was.

Straight guys surprised him. For some reason, they gravitated to him and didn’t seem to give a fuck if he was gay. He seemed to be everyone’s best bro and he never lacked for invitations to go out drinking or partying.

After failing to qualify for the cross country team, he’d been crestfallen until the rugby coach scouted him out. Less than a week later, he’d made the team and was turning heads across the league. The rules of the game were complicated and beyond his grasp but that didn’t matter. ‘Go out and bowl ‘em over, Wachenheim!’ the coach would yell and Jay would barrel onto the field and destroy the opponents. Sometimes, he got mixed up and couldn’t remember which uniforms were his team and which were the ‘enemy’ but mostly he got it right.

He plopped his Chicago Cubs baseball cap over his thick curls and, slinging his backpack over a shoulder, waved to Bryce. His buddy, he saw, was flirting madly with his own hot tutor, a tall, Brazilian woman who seemed just as nonplussed with him as Ahmed was with Jay. His friend waved back and lurched to his feet, plodding over to bump shoulders with Jay. They were both so huge that they constantly ran into each other when walking across campus. Jay didn’t mind, though; he secretly had a crush on Bryce. The big African-American man was just so damned sexy!

Their thick voices rumbling in a nearly unintelligible drone, the two men lumbered out of the tutorial center with Ahmed following along behind, rolling his eyes. When they emerged into the bright, September sunshine, Jay blinked and then let out a low whoop when he saw who was waiting for him. Heart racing, the big galoot capered like an overgrown puppy down the ramp to greet his daddy bear.

Griffin! Griffin was back at last!

Griffin Cochrane, a tall, hulking bear of a man opened his muscular arms wide to grab Jay in a ferocious hug. The two men growled and grunted as they pawed each other in a display of affection that bordered on physical violence. When they finally stepped apart, Jay resettled his cap on his head as Griffin surveyed him with a critical eye, his great chest heaving and his thick, auburn hair wildly askew on his head. Jay eyed him back, realizing that he must have only just returned from the wilderness. Griffin’s beard had grown nearly down to his chest and a very ripe man scent emanated off of his bulging body. He was wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a flannel shirt, open at the neck and overflowing with a profusion of red chest fur.

Griffin pushed his mane out of his eyes and licked a trickle of blood out of the corner of his mouth before exclaiming, “What the fuck, dude? Momma Bear not feeding you enough?”

Jay grimaced, looking down at his feet and feeling flushed. Griffin had that effect on him. “Ya know he hates it when ya call him that, Dad.”

Griffin laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed off the surrounding building. Students walking past on their way to class turned to look. “I’ll talk to her about this when we get home. She’s gotta feed you more! You’re a growing cub!”

“Um, Jay,” Bryce interrupted, reaching out to thrust his giant hand in Griffin’s direction. “Aren’t you gonna introduce us, bro?” Facing Griffin, he stammered, “I-I-I’m B-B-Bryce,” before adding lamely, “J-J-Jay’s friend.”

Jay looked askance at his pal. Bryce’s eyes were wide and his face was deep red.

Griffin gave Jay a sly wink before shaking Bryce’s hand. Then he surprised the guy by pulling him in for a bear hug that left Bryce breathless. Jay couldn’t believe it. He’d never seen Bryce starstruck before but, then again, his daddy bear had that effect on people. Men, in particular.

“You’re a big, strapping man, Bryce,” Griffin murmured affectionately as he clasped Bryce about the shoulders, raking him up and down with his sultry, green eyes. Bryce turned positively pink with these words but, before Griffin could continue, someone cleared his throat nearby.

“Uh, hey, guys,” a deep voice interjected. “I hate to interrupt this bear…courtship…display but I need to talk to Jay before the game.”

Jay glanced over and grew excited when he saw his old friend, David Slomovitz, waiting patiently beside them. He hadn’t seen David since the end of the spring semester! Slomovitz, a hulking jock in his own right, held a basketball under one arm and draped the other over Ahmed’s shoulders. He wore a campus LGBTQ sports league (aka, the ‘Pink Sissies’) tank top stretched across his enormous frame. Jay gulped when he saw David’s shorts. Somehow, the jock had squeezed himself into a tiny pair of pink shorts. The outline of his huge, fat member was plastered against the thin material, leaving no doubt that Slomovitz was circumcised.

Griffin’s eyes lit up when he saw David and he nudged Jay slyly in the ribs before sauntering over to the pink-clad jock. Jay was amazed to see that Griffin even towered over David; Slomovitz had always seemed like a giant to him!

“Hey, luscious,” Griffin said in a low tone. “Jay hasn’t mentioned you before.”

The corner of David’s mouth lifted as he sized up Griffin. “Yeah? Well, he neglected to mention that he had a big, sexy daddy bear to me, too, so I guess we’re even.” A low rumble built in Griffin’s chest at these words and David lifted his eyebrows slightly before continuing, “I haven’t seen our Jay since last May when he was still ‘Jacob’. A lot’s changed since then, I see…for the better.” By then, he was checking Griffin out in such a brazen manner that the big man’s ears turned pink. For the first time that Jay could remember, his daddy bear was at a loss for words.

David savored the big man’s discomfort for a moment before challenging, “Hey, gotta admit that I’m curious ‘bout something.”

“And what’s that?” Griffin growled, recovering his composure slightly.

“Does your big…size…match your prowess in…” his voice trailed off and he paused to delicately lick his lips. Unable to control himself, Griffin moaned softly before David finished, “…sports?”

Caught off guard with this unexpected turn, Griffin stared at him stupidly at him for a moment before replying, “Sports? You mean, like watersports?”

“Nah, dude,” David said, laughing. “Not watersports. Sports sports. You know, like basketball. I wanna know if you’ll play with my team, the Sissies? We’re short a man.”

Eyes dancing, Griffin stared suggestively at David’s crotch as he rumbled, “Funny, you seem anything but short to me.” David smiled at this as Griffin continued, shrugging, “But, yeah, why not? Thing is, I’ll have to play nude unless you have a spare XXXL uniform lying around.”

David lifted an eyebrow as he examined Griffin’s attire. “Let’s see. Your shoes will be fine on the court. You can wear my shirt,” he offered. “And play in your boxers. That is, assuming you’re not goin’ commando under there.”

Griffin grinned broadly. “Nah, I’m wearing boxers but you sure about this?” He spread his hands before adding, “You boys are gonna see a lot more of ol’ Griffin than you bargained for.”

“The Sissies won’t mind,” David joked, pulling his shirt over his head and handing it to Griffin. “The straight dudes on the other team might not like it so much but I say fuck ‘em! That’s what they get for being straight.”

They were turning toward the basketball courts when Jay called out, “Hey, Dave! Ya wanted to talk to me ‘bout somethin’?”

David looked back at him, his magnificent, hairy chest on full display. Like Griffin and Bryce, he was a stunning hunk of man. Unlike Griffin and Bryce, though, he sported a close-cropped Jew fro and beard, a square jaw, and sensitive, hazel eyes. A year ago, Jay had been perplexed when David appeared at the synagogue, startlingly transformed overnight from a slender twink to a hulking brute. Now, though, he had a hard time remembering the old David. If Jay had been sharper, he might have drawn a parallel between his own transformation and David’s. As it was, such thoughts were far, far beyond his mental reach.

“No time now, dude,” David answered. “We’ll chat after the game.” He turned to Ahmed, who had stepped out of his clothes to reveal that he was sporting a Sissies uniform underneath. Together with Griffin, they headed to the courts, leaving Bryce and Jay to tag along behind.

Jay was a little hurt that David hadn’t asked him to play basketball. After thinking really hard about it, though, he realized that he found the game completely confusing. There were too many rules! And how was he supposed to remember which basket was his team’s? Why did the game have to be so complicated?

Bryce clapped him hard on the back, breaking his tenuous concentration. “Yo, man! Your dad is one hot fucker…for a guy, I mean.”

Jay smiled slowly, forgetting his sadness at being excluded from the game as he savored the sight of Griffin, flanked by David and Ahmed in their pink uniforms. The big man was strolling nonchalantly, oblivious to the stares he attracted from passing students. He seemed even more massive than Jay remembered and he guessed the Griffin must stand well over seven feet tall. His shoulders dwarfed even David’s broad back, making him look like a midget in comparison.

Yeah, there was no debate: Griffin was the hottest daddy a cub could want. Jay felt a thrill zip up his spine and his little nub tingled with anticipation. He couldn’t wait until he and Liam got their special cuddle time with Daddy Griffin!

***

The Sissies were playing against a local fraternity whose members were already arrayed on the court when Jay and Bryce arrived. All eyes swiveled to Griffin as he bent over and pulled off his jeans. The Sissies whistled while the straight dudes on the opposing team exchanged glances. When Griffin unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his furry, barrel chest and immense pecs covered in black tribal tattoos, though, even the frat boys broke into applause.

Griffin executed a mock bow, pulling David’s tank top over his head and struggling to stretch it over his giant torso. Jay stepped up to help him, eliciting a mumbled thanks from his daddy. When he was done, Griffin looked fucking amazing clad in his black boxers and the pink, skin-tight tank. Every muscle popped beneath the shirt…and something more carnal popped against the pouch of the boxers. It escaped no one’s notice that Griffin was stupendously hung. Even the straight boys couldn’t resist ogling his package.

Griffin stretched and yawned leisurely as if he stripped in front of a crowd everyday before taking up the position in the center of the court.  The rest of the Sissies gathered around him, trying (and failing) to match his cool grace. David flipped the ball to Jay, nodding at him to start the game. He tossed it into the air but before anyone could jump for it, a deafening roar echoed across the court.

Everyone froze in terror…which was exactly what Griffin intended. With remarkable agility for a man his size, he leaped into the air to snatch the ball and was halfway down the court before the opposing team realized what was happening.

The game was chaotic and amusing with Griffin resorting to all manner of dirty tricks to gain possession of the ball and score basket after basket…the balls and baskets of the opposing team, mostly, but he did manage to score a few layups, too.

The frat boys objected the first couple of times that Griffin yanked down their shorts during the ensuing free-for-all. The afflicted players hollered abuse at him as they struggled to cover themselves. The frat captain called a halt to the game after the second incident. He, David, and Griffin huddled together as the captain spoke in a raised and indignant tone. Griffin rumbled something and the three separated with Griffin apparently agreeing to behave himself.

The frat captain hadn’t taken two steps toward his team, though, before Griffin reached out and patted him on the buttocks. The man froze, shoulders taut, before whirling around to confront his molester. He had puffed his chest and was preparing to launch into a tirade when Griffin placed a huge paw on his shoulder and murmured something unintelligible. Both Jay and Bryce strained to hear but he was too far away. His words must have mollified the frat because his scowl faded, slowly turning into a broad grin. When he walked away, there was a noticeable spring to his step. He called out something to his waiting teammates and they nodded. Griffin tossed them the ball and the game was back on.

“Wonder what he said?” Bryce said, gazing worshipfully at Griffin.

Jay shrugged. He didn’t know and didn’t really care. He’d seen a similar scene play out many times. There was just something about Griffin that men found irresistible.

If anything, Griffin’s behavior grew more outrageous as the game progressed. Under normal rules, he would have fouled out and been sent to the sidelines. Oddly, though, after the mysterious exchange between him and the opposing captain, the frat guys didn’t seem to mind his antics. When he pulled down their shorts, they would laugh and shake their heads as they tugged them back up. A couple of them even kept playing with their shorts down around their ankles. At the end of the game, the frat dudes mobbed Griffin, piling on top of him and pulling down their shorts to moon the crowd. The Sissies were left open-mouthed at the wriggling mound of man asses. Jay and Bryce watched enviously as the writhing pile erupted in the center, disgorging a triumphant Griffin. Laughing and joking, he sauntered off the court surrounded by a horde of adoring frat boys.

No one knew which team had scored the most points. Griffin was such a distraction that both teams had lost count. One thing was clear, however: The real winner of the game was Griffin Cochrane.

David shook his head as he and the rest of the Sissies packed up and donned their street clothes. “I…I’ve never seen anything like that before,” he commented as he shrugged on Griffin’s discarded shirt. Even on his hulking frame, the shirt billowed out long and loose.

“You sissies gonna join us at the bar?” Griffin hollered over his shoulder. “My new friends here are buying.”

“Fuck, yeah!” Bryce said, eagerly looking over at Jay. “Let’s go, bro!”

“Yeah, let’s go,” David chimed in, taking leave of Ahmed and slinging a heavy arm over Jay’s shoulders.

Jay nodded and the three followed along behind Griffin and the boys.

***

David steered him into the men’s bathroom when they got to the pub, saying to Bryce, “Hey, dude. Jay and I gotta drain the main vein. We’ll be out in a sec.”

Jay started to say, “But Dave, I don’t gotta–”

David shushed him, placing his fingers over Jay’s lips. “Come on, man. Just go with it. We need to talk.”

He pushed open the restroom door with his foot and guided Jay with him into an open stall, pushing him down on the toilet. Jay stared up at him questioningly. The air smelled strongly of urine and bathroom deodorizer and the stall was really cramped with two, huge guys squeezed inside it. David’s broad shoulders touched the narrow walls on either side of him.

“Out with it, bro,” David ordered. “Tell me what happened to you.”

“Huh?”

David rolled his eyes as he fingered a pendant dangling around his bull neck. Jay couldn’t remember seeing it before and was momentarily mesmerized. It was made of black metal with a single sapphire embedded inside. David noticed Jay’s stare and tucked the pendant back inside his shirt. When he resumed talking, he spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable like he was talking to a small child. “Jay, I’ve been dying to ask you: What the fuck happened to you in Canada this summer?” He motioned with his hands, indicating Jay’s mutant muscles and big gut. “You put on like a hundred pounds and dropped out of pre-med. And then there’s Liam…” He paused before adding, “You two are a couple now? WTF, dude? I thought you were straight!”

Jay sat there blinking up at him, his mouth hanging open. He was struggling to form words. Shit, it was worse than that! He was struggling to decipher the meaning of David’s questions. Under the best of circumstances, thinking was difficult for him but, under pressure to respond, his brain turned to mush in his head and all he could do is gape vacantly up at David.

As David stared down at him, he desperately tried to say something but only got out a dull “uh” before he got distracted by David’s crotch. The alluring sight of the long, fat outline of his cock overrode all thoughts. A rope of drool had slipped out of the corner of his mouth before he caught himself and wiped it away.

David’s brow furrowed for a moment as he searched Jay’s face questioningly. Slowly, understanding dawned on his handsome features and he favored Jay with a smile before lifting him up by the shoulders. Jay swallowed, staring up at the tall jock. Taking his time, he unbuttoned Griffin’s flannel shirt, exposing his magnificent, muscled chest and toned abs, each ridge accented by the profusion of tight, black curls carpeting his torso. Jay licked his lips. David smirked, gently pushing Jay’s cap back on his head and hugging him close. Jay melted into his embrace, so fiercely turned on that he could feel his nub leaking into the tight confines of his new foreskin. David’s masculine scent was intoxicating! Jay never wanted to let go of him.

“Aw, buddy,” David murmured. “You’re so sexy. I like you better this way.”

When David leaned down to kiss him, Jay responded eagerly and a tad too forcefully. David laughed, pulling away and teasing his lip with tiny bites, saying, “Down boy! Down boy! We got time.” He lowered his massive hands slowly down Jay’s back, pausing to cup his generous buttocks through his jeans. “Fuck! Now that’s an ass!” he exclaimed, slapping him playfully. “I’d love to tap that! You think your daddy and Liam would mind if you took me home with you tonight?”

Jay nodded, reaching out to grab David’s own muscular butt. He had worked his hands between his tight shorts and fuzzy cheeks before David could stop him. Overcome with lust, he ripped the shorts to shreds, leaving David standing there bare-assed with his massive erection jammed against Jay’s belly.

“Fuck, man! What did you just do?” David sputtered in surprise just as the door to the restroom swung open. They froze at the sound of footsteps as some dude shuffled over to the urinals. Jay took advantage of David’s distraction to fondle his hole with a thick finger. David stiffened and struggled to push Jay’s hand away while trying to remain silent.

It didn’t work.

Bracing himself too late, David lost his balance and toppled forward, pushing Jay down on the toilet seat.  David’s cock flopped fat, hard, and dripping before Jay’s delighted eyes. Unbelievably, David’s cock nearly rivaled Griffin’s in size, though, of course, he lacked the big bear’s generous foreskin. In a flash, Jay popped that luscious organ into his mouth and commenced sucking exuberantly. David gasped, fighting madly to master himself, but was ultimately unable to suppress the deep moan that escaped his lips.

There was a startled pause from the urinal nearby followed by a disgusted shout–“Fucking faggots!”–as the guy stomped out of the room. David looked down at Jay with wide eyes before bursting into laughter.

Jay didn’t stop sucking. He was like a dog with a bone when he got a cock in his mouth and, while Liam’s curse had rendered him dumb as a stump, if anything, Jay was an even better lover than before. He sucked David off to a volcanic cock eruption and gulped the stud’s copious, salty spew hungrily.

Stunned and quivering, David wiped the sweat off of his brow as he stared down at Jay. “Wow, dude! You’re a fucking blowjob artist! Wow, fucking wow!” Jay beamed with this praise and allowed David to pull him up again into a fierce hug. When he finally let go, he lowered his lips to kiss Jay while unbuckling his belt, saying, “I gotta repay you the favor, man.”

Jay was achingly turned on, his tiny nub throbbing in his pants, but he stopped David’s hands, embarrassed. There was the telltale pressure again…down there. It happened every time he got turned on and it was getting worse. He squirmed uncomfortably, keenly aware of his inflating foreskin. He hated it! Hated it!

“What’s wrong, dude?” David’s eyes were soft, concerned.

“Nothin’, I–I just…”

David’s fingers worked their way to his zipper and Jay panicked, wrestling to get free. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude!” David soothed, taking Jay’s wrists in his hands. “It’s Ok. Lemme blow you. I really wanna fucking blow you!”

“No! No!” Jay protested but David would have none of it. Exhaling, he pushed Jay’s hands away and pulled down his zipper.

“Holy fucking shit, that’s hot!” he exclaimed. Jay’s gut was in the way but he knew that David had spied the delicate waistband of Jay’s tiny, pink briefs. Jay hung his head, prompting David to query, “What? What’s wrong?”

Jay couldn’t answer. His tongue was stuck in his throat. His dick pulsed and his foreskin grew even tighter.

“Come on, dude,” David coaxed. “You’re the fucking hottest cub ever! Just lemme at your junk!”

Jay’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he let his arms fall to his side. He kept his gaze locked on the coat hook on the door of the stall in front of him. David fought to yank his jeans off the twin mountains of his ass cheeks, cursing vociferously in the process:

“Fucking shit! You’re fucking jeans are fucking painted on!”

Finally, his jeans gave way. David let out a whoop as he began to shimmy Jay’s miniscule, pink briefs down his thighs. Jay closed his eyes, dreading what was coming next. It was only a matter of time before–

Silence.

Then, “HOLY SHIT! What is that?”

Jay wanted to die. He screwed his eyes shut as tears of humiliation threatened to overwhelm him.

“Jay! Hey, Jay!”

When he didn’t respond, David asked more forcefully, “Jay! What happened to your–”

“It’s the ‘mosis,” Jay mumbled miserably, unable to stand it any longer. “My ‘mosis!”

“Moses?” David repeated, confused. “You call your dick ‘Moses’? There’s no need to blaspheme the proph–” He stopped then and clapped his hand to his forehead. “Oh! You mean phimosis, don’t you?”

Jay nodded unhappily. He could never remember that word!

David gave him a sympathetic look before paling again when he absorbed the sight inflated bubble of Jay’s foreskin. “Can…I touch it?” he asked hesitantly. Not waiting for Jay’s reply, he reached out and squeezed, exclaiming, “God, it’s like a balloon!”

Jay whimpered, reluctantly reaching down to lift his big belly out of the way so he could see how bad it was.

It was bad.

His foreskin had expanded even further and was round and full…of precum. His phimosis had gotten so bad that his poor skin blew up like a fucking pufferfish everytime he got turned on. His cock had always leaked pre copiously but it turned into a fucking faucet since his…change…over the summer. It was beginning to put a serious crimp in his sex life–not to mention his ability to piss–because emptying it out took forever and hurt like hell. And then there was the painful stretching as his foreskin filled up.

It sucked.

It really sucked.

Sighing, David leaned back and folded his arms as Jay sat heavily back down on the toilet, letting his belly flop down to conceal his shamefully swollen foreskin. His cheeks were burning. If David hadn’t been blocking his exit, he would have bolted for home.

“Jay, how did you grow a foresk–?” He stopped mid-sentence, shaking himself. “What am I asking? The same thing happened to me.”

Jay looked up at him. “Ya got ‘mosis, too? But ya don’t have–”

David shook his head. “No, I didn’t have phimosis. I…well, I don’t know how to describe what happened to me other than I grew a foreskin, too. It was the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.” He gazed off into the distance as he spoke, unconsciously fingering his pendant again. The blue stone flashed in the dim light of the stall. Finally, he snapped back to the present, saying, “But you were there. You saw me that first morning when I showed up at the synagogue. I was a fucking beast!” He looked down at himself before correcting, “I mean, I stil am a beast but at least now I’m a Jew beast.”

“Wha–Whaddaya mean?”

“I went to the mohel and got re-brised,” David explained, making a funny face. “I’m a Jew again and, man, it feels great! I fucking hated that foreskin.”

Jay couldn’t do anything but gape at this. When David noticed his confusion, he said, “We can talk more about that later, bud. Right now, lemme help you empty that thing out and then we’ll figure out how we’re gonna get outta here.” He paused to look ruefully down at the shredded remains of his pink shorts on the dirty floor before muttering, “Guess I’m gonna have to escort you home without any pants.”

***

Griffin’s shirt was long enough to cover David’s privates…just barely. As long as he kept his arms down at his side, he was mostly decent. He got plenty of stares, though, as they made their awkward exit from the restroom and pushed through the crowd to the sidewalk. The early autumn evening was pleasantly cool and the streets were overflowing with students intent on letting loose after a long week of classes. More than a few guys whistled at them as they skirted the busiest parts of the downtown and headed for Jay’s apartment. Jay didn’t help much with his constant attempts to lift David’s shirt and sneak a peek at the big man’s huge cock. David was semi-hard again and got harder the more Jay poked at him.

It had been a long time since Jay had seen a hard cock like that and he couldn’t get enough of it!

Finally, David pushed him against the hood of a nearby car and took his hands before leaning in for a lingering kiss. “Listen, Jay,” he murmured, “Let’s save this for when we get to your place, Ok? I can’t get arrested for indecent exposure. My family already thinks I’m a big enough freak as it is.”

Jay nodded and they set off.

The apartment wasn’t far away and David breathed a sigh of relief as they entered, walking up the stairs to the little second floor flat. He sighed in consternation, though, when he saw the note pinned to the door: “Keep Out! Film in Progress.”

“Film?” he asked, turning to Jay. “Is Liam shooting a movie?”

“For his blog,” Jay mumbled.

Holding his finger to his lips, Jay gave him a conspiratorial wink before quietly opening the door. David took the hint and slipped in as silently as someone of his great size could. Once inside, he paused, blinking in the low light, as Jay pushed the door shut.

David did a double-take and inhaled sharply.

Liam, the giant, sandy-haired bear appeared to be pummeling the shit out of a little blond twink’s asshole in front of the fireplace. The huge man was dripping sweat, muscles engorged with blood. He looked like a Teutonic god, more animal than man and everything about him screamed dominant top. The skinny boy moaned and wailed as the bear thrust against him, growling menacingly, “Who wants daddy’s dick, huh? Fucking tell me who wants daddy’s dick?”

“I do!” the blond twink cooed breathlessly. “I want daddy’s dick! I want daddy’s dick!”

With this, Liam exploded in orgasm as his tiny fuckmate writhed in ecstasy beneath him. The beast plowed so forcefully into the boy that the poor kid ate the carpeting. They collapsed into a sweaty pile, groaning as the throes of passion gradually dissipated. Finally, after pausing to wink at his online audience, Liam sat up and clicked off the camera perched on a tripod nearby.

Strangely, both Liam and the twink’s demeanors shifted palpably after the camera was off. Liam visibly deflated, shrinking back down to human proportions, and the boy’s face broke into an ugly scowl.

Liam pushed himself on his knees, his back to Jay and David. Jay loved the sight of his big, meaty ass covered in brown fuzz. Liam extended a hand down to the twink but the boy slapped it away, scrambling to his feet. Jay gawped, drinking in the sight of the boy’s slim, lithe body. He was completely shaved and his skin was flawlessly pink. His skinny erection bobbed in front of him as he spat, “Alright, hand over the cash, asshole. It’s gonna cost you an extra fifty for faking it. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you can’t get it up?”

Liam pulled himself up indignantly and was about to respond when he spotted David and Jay leaning against the back wall. His handsome face drained of color and he desperately grabbed a pillow to cover himself but not before both men caught sight of his appendage. David stiffened as he took in two remarkable things about Liam’s cock.

It was stupendously long…and completely flaccid.

The droopy hose dangled lifelessly between his legs, soft and squishy and obviously long unused.

The twink turned and sneered when he saw the two men. “An audience, too, huh? That’s another fifty! We agreed this was gonna be a private shoot.” He rounded on Liam, sticking his hand in his face and wiggling his fingers.

Defeated, Liam slumped as he rummaged in his wallet, pulling out a wad of bills. “Ok, ok! I’ll give you an extra hundred if you promise to keep this a secret,” he begged.

The young guy snatched the money out of his hand and bent over, exposing his perky, round butt. In a moment, he’d pulled on his clothes and was heading for the door. “Whatever, limp dick,” he spat. “I won’t tell anyone but I’ll never be your bitch again. Nothing pisses me off more than a fucking catfish!”

“I’m not a catfish!” Liam called out behind him but the twink had already slammed the door behind him. “I’m not a catfish!” he repeated forlornly.

Slomovitz cleared his throat and Liam turned, blue eyes filled with anguish. David seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before he made up his mind and crossed the room to take the blond bear in his arms. Liam looked like he was going to resist but then collapsed into David’s embrace and they rocked there in the middle of the living room while Jay gaped. His poor, overtaxed brain was struggling to understand what had just happened.

It took a really long time but Jay began to piece the puzzle together. Concentrating vigorously, he remembered the events over the summer when he and Liam had been rangers at the park in Canada. Liam had tricked Jay and infected him with a disease that transformed him into a hapless cub. Fortunately for both of them, Griffin and his gang of human/wolf hybrids had arrived just in time to save them from certain madness and death. In order to break the ‘werebear’ curse that Liam had inflicted upon him, Jay had ‘mated’ with the hybrid Diego. The mating did something to alter Jay’s body and his curse was broken, ensuring he would never again transform into a bear cub during the full moon. His body and brain, however, remained afflicted with the side effects of the curse: Gone forever were his heterosexuality, ripped physique, brilliant mind, and huge cock. Now Jay was a heavy, hairy, gay, dim bulb with a choad…and a bad case of phimosis. It would have bothered him more if his brain wasn’t filled with molasses.

Liam’s curse had also been broken but, even though he’d fared better than Jay, he hadn’t emerged unscathed. He’d kept his sharp mind and developed a massive bear physique that was the envy of every man who met him. There was, however, one critical way that he was worse off: His enormous cock was utterly useless. No matter how turned on he was, he couldn’t get hard. His tool just hung there, heavy and limp.

David pushed Liam’s head against his shoulder, kissing him on the ear. Liam exhaled loudly, a sound of torment and bitterness. He seemed about to say something when his nostrils flared and he sniffed David’s shirt. After a confused second, he exclaimed, “You smell just like Griffin!” He lifted his head and took in David’s attire for the first time, eyes widening slightly as he asked, “Wait! Why’re you wearing his shirt?”

“Because he gave it to me,” David explained. “Griffin showed up just before the Pink Sissie’s basketball game and I loaned him my team shirt. He gave me his in exchange.”

“Griffin’s back?” Liam asked, voice filled with excitement. He looked over at Jay, demanding, “Why didn’t you text me?”

Jay stood there mute, eventually lifting his huge shoulders in apology. How could he explain that he was too dumb to use a smartphone?

Liam gave him a dirty look before turning back to David. “Where is he? Why didn’t he come home with you guys?”

“Uh, well, you see,” David stammered. “He, uh, made friends with the opposing team and they took him out for a beer after the game.”

“I see.” Liam said in a cold voice. “Griffin is such a fucking tomcat!”

“He does, er, seem to get along well with the boys,” David conceded. “But I’m sure he’ll be home soon.”

“Fuck, man!” Liam ranted. “Doesn’t he know how fucking horny I am?”

Jay knew this side of Liam well. His friend was prone to slipping into tantrums, especially when the topic was Griffin. He had never forgiven their daddy bear for intervening and breaking the werebear curse. As far as Liam was concerned, he’d had it made before Griffin and the hybrids showed up and ruined everything.

“Doesn’t he realize that I haven’t cum since the last time he fucked me!” Liam continued, voice rising. “I haven’t fucking cum in months!”

“Months, really?”

Jay’s ears pricked for some reason at David’s question. He couldn’t quite figure it out but there was something about his tone. Something about the way he was speaking. He seemed too interested, too eager.

Liam, however, was too lost in his outrage to pick up on the subtle inflection in David’s voice. “Yeah,” he continued, increasingly wound up. “That fucking asshole only thinks about himself and his fucking dick! That bastard…”

As he continued, David nodded sympathetically while taking a step back. Jay watched with rapt attention as David began to unbutton his shirt. When Liam’s diatribe grew even more heated, David murmured words of commiseration while his fingers continued their march down the front of his shirt, gradually exposing his magnificent pecs with their huge nipples, his rock-hard abs, his densely-furred treasure trail…

Jay moaned, pleading with his eyes from across the room. He couldn’t stand it! This was too much!

David winked, motioning to him with his finger, and Jay lurched over eagerly. Liam didn’t pay attention. He didn’t even notice when Jay positioned himself behind David, taking him by the hips and pressing his throbbing nub against his bare buttocks. He had to go up on his tiptoes to reach that beefy ass but–Fuck!–it felt great to rub those firm mounds with his sensitive knob! In moments, the trickle of pre had turned into a flood and his foreskin once again began to balloon. He ignored it as best he could, knowing that he had a few more minutes of bliss before the pressure grew too painful.

“Griffin is a fucker!” Liam was shouting. “I mean, look at me!” He stared meaningfully down at his worthless organ, dangling empty between his legs. “Did you know he did this to me! He’s the fucking reason I can’t get it up!”

“No, really?” David asked, barely able to keep the throaty desire out of his voice. His shirt was wide open by then and his huge, cut cock was jutting out, rising full and potent from the thicket of his black pubes. It was the exact antithesis of Liam’s empty tube.

“You think I’m lying?” Liam demanded, lifting his lifeless hose in his hand and flopping it around for effect. “He robbed me of my manhood! Robbed me! And then fucking disappeared from our lives!”

Jay reached up from behind and tweaked David’s fat nipples, eliciting a shiver of ecstasy from the big jock. His voice cracked as he said, “That’s terrible!–Ungh!–Terrible! A big stud–Ooof!–like you deserves better. If I had a huge, virile man like you–Aaaahhh!–I’d fucking worship him every opportunity I got.”

“I’m glad that you under–” Liam started to say before breaking off. Only then did he become aware that he was completely naked and another naked man stood before him, fully engorged and leaking. There was a startled silence followed by a loud splat.

David looked down at his feet to see a thick, white glob of precum dripping between his toes. His eyes traveled back upward, stopping to stare at Liam’s giant, flaccid monster. A conspicuous dribble of pre was leaking out of the tip.

“Seems like the plumbing still works to me,” David commented wryly, lowering his chin to spit into his palm. “Hey, Jay,” he called out as he slathered his tool with saliva. “How ‘bout you come up here and suck on Liam. He needs some relief.”

Needing no further encouragement, Jay scrambled around to swallow Liam’s hose in his mouth, sucking with joyful abandon. David guided the startled bear to the couch, and, sitting down first, pulled Liam onto his lap. He needed only a couple of seconds to loosen him up before he skewered the blond bear’s hole with his rod. Not to be outdone, Jay pivoted effortlessly, keeping his mouth on Liam’s cock the whole time. In a moment, the three of them were going at it, Jay working Liam’s dick while David thrust his monster deep inside of him.

Liam was too surprised at first to do anything but sit there but, after a few thrusts, he snapped out of his daze and rode David’s cock, grunting and moaning, as his whole body reverberated with pent up desire. In the end, David and Jay brought him to orgasm three times before he finally collapsed in a sweaty heap, completely spent.

They were cuddled together on the couch, bodies entwined and slathered with spent cum, when the door to the apartment burst open and in stepped Griffin. His pink tank top was in tatters and his huge organ hung out of the leg of his boxers. Hickies covered his hairy neck and shoulders and there were conspicuous stains all over his clothing.

“Shit, man!” he said dreamily. “Those fucking frat boys! They really–” he stopped, eyes zeroing in on the three, big men lazing in post coital bliss before the fire. Slowly, his lips curled into a wide smile. “I sure hope you cubs left some honey for Daddy Bear,” he said, rubbing his hands together, “because I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

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