.Note: Major transformations in this story include cock growth, muscle growth, age progression (not huge but noticeable), penis reduction, butt growth, masculinization, weight gain. Some fun with feminization but it’s not what you might think. You’ll have to read on to find out more…

Prologue

Sawyer gaped at the phone, exclaiming, “Dude! Yer lil’ brother is fuckin’ packin’! Look at these selfies!”

Chanming grimaced, pushing the iPhone away when Sawyer thrust it in his face. “Dude, yer sick! I don’t wanna see Hai’s junk! Put that away!”

But Sawyer didn’t put the phone away. Instead, he continued to flick through the photos, eyes going wider and wider. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer. “Fuck, brah! Who the fuck woulda guessed that little dude had such a huge dick. I mean, he is Chinese and all…”

“And what the fuck is that ‘sposed to mean?” Chanming demanded, crossing his arms and glaring at his friend. “It’s a myth that Asian men are small, er, down there. We’re just as big as everyone else.”

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, muttering under his breath, “What’s yer excuse then?”

Chanming stiffened. “What was that?”

“Nothin’,” Sawyer said hastily, holding up his hands. “It’s just that I’ve seen you naked a hundred times and yer nowhere near as big as yer lil’ bro. In fact, lookin’ at these dick pics of his, I’d say ya drew the short straw in the family.” He snickered loudly at his rude joke, elbowing his friend in the ribs.

This was too much for Chanming. He reached out and grabbed his brother’s phone away from Sawyer, shoving it under a couch cushion. “That’s enough!” he hissed. “Why the fuck are you so interested in my little brother’s dick anyway? Got something ya wanna tell me? Does it rhyme with ‘fag’ by any chance?”

Sawyer looked like he was going to fight Chanming to take the phone but relented, sitting back on the couch and crossing his beefy arms over his beefy chest. “Very funny asshole. I like a good dick pic as much as the next guy but that doesn’t make me gay.”

“Uh huh.”

Sawyer scowled, setting his jaw. “Drop it, bro! Or I’ll–” 

His voice trailed off. He never completed the threat because at that moment Chanming Yang’s younger brother, Hai, entered the den. Sawyer sat up abruptly, his broad face reddening. He was glad at that moment that his brown beard was so thick but, even so, he could feel the heat creeping up his neck and ears.

“Hi, guys!” Hai called out cheerfully. “Whatcha watchin’?” 

Chanming grunted something unintelligible and Sawyer sat there unresponsive for a long moment before finally patting the cushion next to him and inviting, “We’re just watchin’ the Discovery Channel. Sumthin’ bout rutting bison. Wanna join us?” Chanming raised an eyebrow but didn’t complain when Hai sat down. Sawyer was reaching for the remote to turn up the volume when he added, “And looks like ya left yer phone in here. I found it stuck between the cushions. Hey, Ming, give yer bro his phone back, Ok?”

Hai accepted the phone gratefully from his brother and pocketed it. He sat back and sipped on a can of Coke, watching the huge, woolly bulls fight off rivals before mounting their prize cows.  It didn’t take long before he lost interest and started flicking through Instagram. Sawyer tried to resist but he couldn’t help taking advantage of Hai’s distraction by trying to discern the outline of the enormous cock he’d just beheld in the pics on the phone. (He still couldn’t believe what he’d seen! How was it possible for the kid to have such a huge dick?) 

Hai was a skinny sixteen year old who tended to wear baggy clothing to conceal his lack of muscles. He had on his standard ball cap, turned backward of course, and a long and formless baseball jersey. His shorts were voluminous and made out of canvas but even so Sawyer thought he could see a hint of the monster lurking within. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, trying to make himself stop thinking about Hai’s dick. Chanming was right. Why did he care?

Reluctantly, he forced his attention back to the program and away from Hai’s crotch and treasure it concealed.

***

Chapter 1

One week later…

“Yo, Hai! Wanna lift weights with me? If yer gonna try out for the baseball team in the spring, ya gotta beef up.”

Hai Yang looked up in surprise from his locker to find his brother’s best friend, Sawyer Tullis, standing over him. Sawyer was a senior and had never acknowledged him at school before. In fact, he barely acknowledged him outside of school, either. That time a week ago had been an aberration; he still couldn’t believe that the big guy had invited him to watch TV with Chanming and him.

He stared up at Sawyer, trying to keep his mouth from hanging open. The big jock was grinning from ear to ear and his blue eyes were sparkling. His sandy blonde hair poked out from under his ball cap, shaggy and unkempt as usual. His beard looked like it could have used a trim over a week ago and his old t-shirt was faded and ripped. His tight jeans were stained and torn, accentuating his slender hips and runner’s legs. He smelled pleasantly of wheat, earth and sweat. Everything about him screamed Midwestern farm boy and football jock which, of course, was exactly what he was. He was the star running back on the football team and, when he wasn’t at football practice, he was out in the fields, driving his father’s combine and harvesting corn and soybeans.

Realizing that Sawyer was still waiting for his reply, he recovered from his shock. He wanted badly to tell the jock that he had no intention of trying out for the baseball team but when he saw how eager Sawyer was, he couldn’t say no and instead stammered, “Uh, sure, but I don’t have anything to wear.”

Sawyer’s grin grew even wider. “Don’t worry! I got some clothes for ya. C’mon!”

He turned and sauntered off down the hall, motioning for Hai to follow. Hai stood there in disbelief for a moment before closing his locker and jogging to catch up with him.

***

Sawyer led him into the boy’s locker room. Chanming and the rest of the football team were already out on the practice field which meant the place was empty. While Sawyer spun the combination on his lock, Hai looked around in awe. He’d never actually been in the locker room before and felt like an interloper. It was a lot bigger and stinkier than he’d imagined. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere and the dripping of water from the showers echoed through the empty room.

“Aren’t you, uh, ‘sposed to be out there?” he asked. As one of the team’s running backs, Sawyer should have been at practice with the rest of the team.

“Nope. Calf injury,” came the jock’s clipped reply. “Coach tole me to take a couple weeks off and let it heal.” He finished entering the combination and the lock popped open, releasing a wave of less than salubrious odors. Hai’s eyes watered and he stifled a cough, looking down in surprise when the dude shoved something in his hands. “Here. Wear these.”

Hai stared at the pair of orange shorts, holding them up and letting them unfurl in his hands. “Oh, Ok. Wow, these are really short!” 

It was true. They were really short and probably too small for him, too.  He was about to hand them back when the big jock stopped him.

“No way, dude! They’re 100% yer size. Go on! Try ‘em on. I guarantee they’ll fit.” He paused and pulled a blue tank top out of his backpack, thrusting it at him. “You can wear this, too.”

Hai took the tank and held it up, noting that it was too small as well. He might be able to squeeze into it but it would be really tight. He was about to hand it back when he looked up at Sawyer and saw he was nodding encouragingly. Not wanting to offend the big guy, he smiled wanly and mumbled, “Uh, sure. Ok.”

“Ex-cel-lent,” Sawyer drawled, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it in his locker. “We can share my locker.”

Hai swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable. “Y-Y-You mean change right here. Can’t I, um, you know, change in the bathroom er sumthin’?”

Sawyer guffawed, slapping him painfully on the back. “Don’t be a pussy, bro! This is the guy’s locker room. Yer a guy, right?”

Hai nodded. “Well, yeah, but–”

“Then get yer togs on!” Sawyer said, reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. In a second, he was peeling them down his lean, hairy thighs and kicking off his trainers. 

Hai flushed when he realized Sawyer wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick, long, uncircumcised cock and pendulous balls flopped up and down as he shimmied out of his jeans. He couldn’t believe that this was happening! He closed his eyes and turned away, half-heartedly unbuttoning his shirt and hanging it next to Sawyer’s t-shirt in the locker. When he lowered his hands to unbutton his canvas shorts, he was keenly aware of the older boy’s attention and froze.

“Whatsa matter, dude?” Sawyer asked, face falling slightly. “Don’t ya like the clothes I picked out for ya?”

Hai looked up at the big, naked jock and quailed. He couldn’t do this! It was too weird. Somehow, he found the nerve to turn and face him full-on even though this meant he got to see more of Sawyer than he’d ever imagined. He took a deep breath and lied somewhat unconvincingly, “No! I love ‘em! It’s just–”

“Just what?” Sawyer’s fat cock waggled back and forth with each word.

Hai pushed back his shoulders and gathered up his courage, stating, “I’m just not used to changing in front of other people. Chanming and I have always had separate bedrooms and–”

Sawyer’s big hand was on his shoulder. He squeezed, reassuring, “Bro, we’re just a couple of dudes. Dudes get naked in front of each other. Ya don’t got nuthin’ I ain’t seen before.”

Hai hung his head, feeling sheepish. “I know, I know! But if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather change in a bathroom stall.” He shook off Sawyer’s hand and, before the jock could protest, made a beeline for the bathroom where he changed in blessed privacy.

***

He had never felt more self-conscious when he walked out of the locker room. Ever since his cock had ballooned to its embarrassingly gargantuan size at the end of eighth grade, he had kept it hidden from view (aside from sharing pics of it under his alt Twitter account, that is.) 

Locker rooms and public showers were strictly off limits; he couldn’t bear the teasing he’d endure if the other boys saw the huge club dangling between his thighs. It had killed him but he’d been forced to give up on his dream of being a pitcher on the school baseball team. There was no way he was going to change in front of the other guys like this!  And then there was Chanming, his brother the quintessential jock, who continuously derided him for not doing any sports. As weird as it was to admit, Hai would do anything to have normal-sized equipment.

He was reminded of this wish again as he strode into the weight room. It felt like all eyes were suddenly on him and he dropped hands over his crotch and gazed at the floor, shuffling over to join Sawyer at the chest press. He tugged surreptitiously at the overly tight jockstrap he’d discovered in a discarded heap of clothes back in the locker room. 

Normally, he would never even think of trying on another guy’s underwear, much less a dirty jockstrap, but he’d been desperate. Exiting the bathroom stall, he had looked down at his crotch and grimaced at the monstrous package jutting out before him. There was no way he could go out there looking like this! He had to do something!

He had looked over his shoulder to be sure that the room was empty before rummaging through the piles of clothes on the floor. He quickly found another pair of workout shorts that were plenty baggy, or so he’d thought until he tried them on and realized his bulge was still indecent. He grimaced in distaste and, when a search for a better pair of shorts had come up dry, resigned himself to finding a jockstrap to restrain his bulge.

After handling a lot of gross and odiferous undergarments, he’d finally found a really small jock. Slipping it on, he’d groaned with revulsion when the smelly, sodden and stained fabric cupped his balls. He had no choice, though, and stuffed his huge organ inside before pulling back up the shorts. A quick inspection in the mirror confirmed that he was decent…just barely. He heaved a sigh of relief and trudged out of the room, stomach churning at the thought of what awaited him out in public. Why had he been cursed with such a mutantly big cock?

Sawyer looked askance at him when he approached the weight bench, demanding, “Dude, what happened to the shorts I gave you?” He sounded both pissed and…disappointed?

“They were too small,” Hai said, adding hurriedly, “But I’m wearing the shirt! What do you think?”

Sawyer opened his mouth to reply and then sniffed the air delicately. “Uh, dude, is that smell coming from you?” Hai’s cheeks colored when he realized the shorts and sweaty jock he’d stolen were indeed quite stinky. Before he could answer, though, Sawyer grinned and nudged him in the ribs, adding, “Don’t worry! We’ll take a shower after we work out. You’ll smell like roses by the time you’re done.”

For obvious reasons, this did little to reassure Hai and he briefly panicked at the thought of taking a shower with Sawyer. But the big jock was already guiding him over to the full length mirror across the room, surveying his body critically. Hai stared miserably at his reflection. He was both short and skinny, his sticklike arms protruding from his sides like a scarecrow. His straight, black hair hung down lankly, shielding his pimply face. His nose was too big, his chin too weak. He looked like he was barely twelve years old.

Sawyer studied Hai’s body for a time before sighing, “Well, I won’t lie. Yer really scrawny.”

“Tell me sumthin’ I don’t already know!” Hai complained, staring at his narrow shoulders and thin arms. His chest was basically concave and he lacked any sort of definition in his legs. He was pathetic!

“Aw, bro! Don’t worry!” Sawyer soothed, dropping a heavy arm over his shoulders. “That’s where my egghead brother comes in. Here, try this!” Out of nowhere, he produced a water bottle, handing it over to Hai. “Drink enough of this shit and you’ll sprout muscles in no time!”

Hai accepted the bottle and popped the cap, sniffing it suspiciously. “What’s in it?”

“Nutrients, vitamins, protein…everything ya need to grow big!”

Hai was unconvinced. “Sounds too good to be true. Are there steroids in it, too?”

“What??? No!!! ‘Course not!” Sawyer exclaimed, sounding wounded. “My bro’s a genius chemist working for big pharma. This is one of their prototype supplements he’s been workin’ on. It’s all on the up an’ up, I swear!”

“Uh huh.”

Sawyer crossed his beefy arms. “Just drink it. All of it!”

Hai thought about refusing but he felt like he was already on thin ice and didn’t want to piss the big jock off. He tilted the bottle back and drank down the liquid. When he was done, he handed it back to Sawyer.

“Well?”

Hai shrugged. “It’s Ok, I guess. Kinda chalky but not bad.”

“‘Not bad,’” Sawyer repeated, shaking his shaggy head. “‘Not bad,’ he says! Shee-it! That’s gratitude for ya!”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am grateful, Sawyer!” Hai reached out and put a hand on the jock’s arm. “Really! I just think there’s no way I’ll put on enough muscle by spring to play baseball.”

Sawyer placed his big paw over Hai’s hand and squeezed. “Trust me, bro,” he said earnestly. “You’ll be more than ready. Yer gonna be a fuckin’ star!”

Hai smiled. When Sawyer said it, he almost believed it. But then he looked back at his pathetically skinny frame and tumescent bulge reflected back at him in the mirror and any hope he felt fizzled. He was doomed to be a scrawny kid with a laughably huge cock forever.

***

Despite feeling incredibly awkward, the weightlifting session went alright. Sawyer was a patient instructor and praised even his smallest efforts. Even though Hai knew the jock was just being nice, he couldn’t help feeling more confident as their time wore on. After a half hour or so, he could have sworn that it was actually getting easier the more he lifted. His muscles didn’t feel fatigued at all! Sawyer responded by heaping more weights on the bar and pushing him harder. By the end, they were both drenched in sweat but glowing with contentment. It had turned out to be a fun workout!

They were sitting side by side on the bench, sharing water out of Sawyer’s bottle when Hai happened to look up and notice the Gonzales twins, Julian and Manuel. The two boys were serious junior weightlifters and had won several competitions already even though they were barely seventeen years old. 

Hai was momentarily mesmerized by their bulky bodies. They looked like they had really packed on the pounds over the summer and were verging on husky. Making their gains even more obvious were the Lycra tights and compression shirts they wore. Hai’s mouth fell open when they started doing sets of squats. Their big, bulky butts were all but splitting out of their tights, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Hai lost himself in a daze, staring at them dreamily and forgetting all about Sawyer until he became aware of an alarming tightening sensation in his groin. Too late, he realized his big cock was growing rapidly harder and fatter and longer and was in serious danger of shredding the tiny jockstrap. He looked around frantically and, eyes landing on a nearby towel, reached over and draped it across his lap. He forced himself to keep his gaze off the twins, chewing on his cheeks to distract himself from his erection. Sometimes being super hung was the worst!

“You Ok, bro?”

He looked over to find Sawyer watching him with a curious expression. The big jock’s eyes kept flicking from Hai to the twins and back again. Hai swallowed, realizing his cheeks were burning. Sawyer had just caught him checking out the twins! “Uh, yeah, doin’ just fine!” he chirped. “Couldn’t be better!”

Sawyer’s eyes narrowed. “Uh huh.” He looked back over at the twins. Manuel was in the midst of a very deep squat and his ass cheeks were splayed out provocatively, displaying the ridge of his taint and the little bulge of his balls from behind. “They’re just extra heavy right now ‘cuz they’re in the middle of their bulkin’ cycle,” he said, sounding defensive. “They’re really nuthin’ special.”

“Yeah,” Hai agreed, willing to agree to anything to change the subject. “I was just thinkin’ the same thing.”

Sawyer seemed not to hear him and continued, “I mean, why’re they doin’ squats anyway? Looks to me like they should cut back and focus on their upper bodies. Their butts are already big enough!”

“For sure! Upper bodies are really important!” Hair agreed, wondering why Sawyer wouldn’t just drop it. All this talk about the twins’s butts wasn’t helping his erection go down. He decided to take matters into his own hands and change the subject, “So, Sawyer,” he began, moving his head so it was blocking Sawyer’s view of the boys, “how’d ya injure yer ankle anyway?”

“You mean my calf?” the jock asked. “I tripped and strained it doin’ chores. I have to go out and milk the cows really early every morning and it’s pretty dark.” He reached down to massage his leg, grimacing. “Should be healed up soon, though.”

Hai relaxed, feeling his erection subside. In a few moments, his cock was back down to its usual massive but squishy size and he sat up, saying, “How ‘bout we go get dressed? I’m gettin’ hungry!”

***

Sawyer would not let him change in the bathroom stall after they got back to the locker room.

“Listen, bro,” he said, putting both hands on Hai’s shoulders and guiding him toward the showers. “You stink and need to wash up. Now, c’mon, get undressed and let’s take a shower like real men.”

When Hai tried to resist, the jock reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, laughing off Hai’s complaints. Hai protested when he reached down to undo his shorts, though, pushing his hands away and saying adamantly, “Leave me alone! I can undress myself!” He turned his back on the big jock and tried desperately to think of a way out of this predicament. There was no way he could let Sawyer see him naked!

But, in the end, he was forced to concede there was no way to get out of it.

Sawyer was too insistent and refused to let him leave until he’d stripped out of his clothes and joined him in the showers. Defeated and red-faced with embarrassment, Hai finally pulled his shorts down his narrow hips and, keeping his back firmly turned away from Sawyer, shimmied the jockstrap down his thighs. He kicked it aside and grabbed a towel, wrapping it firmly around his waist, before stalking into the showers.

“That’s my boy!” Sawyer praised, padding along behind him. The big jock had been naked for at least the last fifteen minutes, huge sausage dangling in front of Hair’s face the whole time.

Hai couldn’t believe that his worst nightmare was finally happening. This was the exact situation he had dreaded ever since he turned fourteen and his cock had ballooned practically overnight to its current prodigious size.

When he entered the shower room, he realized the situation was worse than he’d thought: There were no stalls, only pedestals in the center of the tiled floor. There was nowhere he could hide! He was fucking doomed!

It didn’t help that Sawyer’s mood was the opposite of his own. The big jock was whistling cheerily as he paced over to a spigot and turned it on, waiting for the water to warm. Butt-naked, he acted like he did this all the time which, Hai realized, he probably did. The football team showered together after every practice. Yet another reason never to play football!

Hai selected a shower that was as far away from Sawyer’s as possible and hesitantly turned it on. The spray jetted out and he waited for the water to get really hot so it generated tons of steam. If there were no walls, at least he might be able to hide in the mists…

“Why’re you way over here?” 

He jumped, whirling around to find Sawyer standing over him. When he tried to back away, the jock stopped him by placing a firm hand on this shoulder and admonishing, “C’mon, dude! It’s time you grew up and acted like a man.” He reached out and grabbed Hai’s towel, yanking it downward and saying, “After all, there’s nothing–”

His voice trailed off and his jaw dropped when, despite Hai’s frantic efforts to stop it, the towel dropped away from his waist and inch after inch after inch after inch of his huge dick came into view. Sawyer’s eyes goggled. He held Hai’s towel in one hand, while rubbing his forehead with the other. He stopped Hai, though, when he tried to drop his hands over himself (not that they did much good anyway, his cock was way, way, way too big for his little hands to cover), saying, “Wow, that’s…that’s…that’s…fuck. Fuck, that’s a big dick!”

Hair hung his head, hating himself more than ever. He was a freak. A total freak. And now that Sawyer knew his secret, it was only a matter of time before everyone else in the school did, too. He turned and ducked his head under the spray, jumping when he realized it was too hot. He wanted to die. Crawl under a rock and die.

A warm hand on his shoulder roused him from his storm of self-loathing and he looked up to find Sawyer smiling down at him. “I think it’s cool, bro,” he was saying. “I think yer big dick is super cool. Fuck, if it were me with a dick that big, I’d show it off to the whole fuckin’ world!”

Hai stared at him, trying to decide if the big jock was teasing him. Sawyer certainly looked sincere. His blue eyes were sparkling with warmth and he was smiling goofily. Finally, Hai decided he wasn’t mocking him and stammered, “Y-Y-You do? I mean, you don’t think I’m a freak?”

“‘Course yer a freak!” Sawyer replied, laughing. “Nobody with a dick that big is normal.” When Hai hunched his shoulders, though, he added, “But, shit, bro! Do you know how many guys would fuckin’ kill to have a cock that big? Yer a fuckin’ god. The God of the Penis!”

With that, he completely floored Hai by dropping down on his hands and knees and genuflecting before him. Hai stared in shocked surprise at the big jock folded over before him, bowing down. His bare ass stuck up in the air and his face was down on the tile floor as he intoned, “All hail Hai’s big cock! All hail Hai’s big cock! The God of the Cock has arrived! Praise be! The God of the Cock has finally arrived!”

And so it was that Hai’s cock earned its first worshipful disciple.

***

Chapter 2

Over the next couple weeks, Hai and Sawyer became inseparable workout buddies, although they had an unspoken agreement to hide their friendship from Chanming. (Hai’s older brother did not like the idea of him hanging out with his friends.) They fell into the routine of meeting up in the locker room after the football team was out on the practice field and lifting until just before the team was finished. This allowed them to be out of the locker room in plenty of time before Chanming and the rest of the team returned.

Hai was skeptical that the mysterious protein shakes that Sawyer kept feeding him would have any effects but after ten days, he was forced to admit they were working. Astoundingly well, in fact. He had muscle for the first time in his life! His pecs were rounding out nicely and his arms were noticeably thicker. Thick ridges of abdominals muscles were appearing under his skin and his legs were getting pretty cut. Even better, he’d sprouted more than an inch and now measured nearly six feet tall. If he kept this growth spurt up, he would be nearly as tall as Sawyer in a few months.

The only downside to the protein shakes was they made him incredibly horny. As a sixteen year old, he was already horny enough but now he seemed to be sporting wood nearly all the time. For someone who was at pains not to draw attention to his big dick, this was a definite problem. His poor cock was bruised from his attempts to crush it into submission!

Sawyer noticed he was walking funny one day and asked him what was wrong. Under normal circumstances, Hai would never have told him about his cock problems but he’d developed a bond with the big jock and trusted him. Sawyer was the only other person (besides his Twitter followers) who knew about his unnaturally big dick and Hai had gotten more comfortable being naked in front of him. He actually kind of looked forward to their time alone in the locker room, changing and showering together while laughing and joking around. Sawyer was a super cool dude who always listened to Hai and treated him with a kind of respect he’d never encountered before in his friendships with other guys. He was used to feeling awkward and excluded; it was really refreshing to have a tight bond with another dude, especially one as popular as Sawyer. It definitely enhanced his standing at school as word got around that he and Sawyer were buds.

After only a little hesitation, Hai told the jock why he was walking funny: His cock was bruised.

“Lemme look at it,” Sawyer said, turning to look down at him from his locker.

Hai duly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his boxers, cheeks reddening as the big jock knelt down and examined his black and blue rod.

“Bud, this is really bad!” Sawyer breathed before looking up at him and asking, “Can I touch it?”

Hai flushed a deeper shade of red but nodded his consent. Sawyer reached out and gently lifted his massive, floppy organ, turning it over and inspecting it closely. Finally, just when Hai was getting nervous that he was going to get hard–the thought of getting an erection while Sawyer was touching his junk was too embarrassing to contemplate–the jock let go and Hai’s cock sagged heavy and battered between his legs.

“You gotta be careful, bro,” the older boy warned, placing a warm hand on his arm. “Ya don’t wanna damage yer junk!”

Hai hung his head. “I know.”

“Luckily, ya got Sawyer here lookin’ out for ya. When I was in the city last weekend I found these.” He paused to rummage around in his locker, eventually extracting several packages and handing them over to Hai. “They’re made for guys like you, bro,” he explained, pointing to the pictures on the boxes. “Guys with big packages.”

Hai inspected the boxes and smiled nervously when he saw they were jockstraps. “‘The Bullpen,’” he read aloud, blushing. “‘For plus-sized men.’” He looked up at Sawyer and the big jock gave him an encouraging nod. 

“Yeah, buddy. That’s you. Definitely plus-sized. Those babies’ll keep yer boys tied down. Go ahead! Try one on!”

Hai looked at the package for a long moment before shrugging. Soon, he was stepping into one of the jocks and sighing with relief when he felt it cupping and containing his generous package. 

Sawyer was grinning proudly as he clapped him on the back. “That’s my man! You look amazing, bro!”

Hai couldn’t help throwing back his shoulders and swaggering around the locker room. It was incredible! He’d never experienced support like this before and couldn’t wait to get out on the weight room floor and start lifting. For the first time, he wouldn’t have to worry about hiding his junk or embarrassing himself with a boner. Sawyer cheered him on, raising his beefy arms over his head and applauding.

“Oh, Sawyer!” Hai exclaimed, overcome with pride and happiness. “Thank you so much! Yer the best!” Without thinking, he threw himself at the big jock and hugged him fiercely, burying his face against the older boy’s furry chest. It didn’t occur to him until a few seconds later that Sawyer was butt-naked and his big cock was pressing against his belly. Even worse, he was all but naked himself, wearing only the skimpy jockstrap.

Alarmed at himself, he pulled back, apologizing but Sawyer surprised him by dropping his arms around his waist and pulling him in close. “Glad to help ya, lil’ bro,” he murmured. “Glad to help.”

After a long moment, Sawyer released him and turned around to quickly slip into his gym shorts. Was it Hai’s imagination or did the big guy have a stiffy? He shook his head, laughing at himself. Sawyer was as straight as they came! There was no way the dude was aroused.

***

Their workout routine changed when Sawyer’s calf injury healed and he rejoined the football team for practice. Hai would start lifting weights on his own with the big jock joining him after he was done. By that time, Hai had his workouts down to a science and didn’t rely as much on the older boy’s advice. Still, he looked forward to Sawyer’s eventual appearance in the weight room. He would always show up with a delicious protein shake and the two would slip into a pleasant rhythm filled increasingly with bro banter. Hai’s confidence grew along with his mounding muscles and soon he had adopted the body language and mannerisms of a real jock…which is exactly what he was becoming.

There was an added bonus to working out alone; Hai grew more acquainted with the Gonzales brothers. Julian and Manuel were always in the weight room when he got there, drilling each other through their intense weightlifting sessions. The two boys were starting to lean down again in preparation for their winter competition season but still retained enough padding on their backsides to keep Hai’s attention. He particularly enjoyed seeing them in their form-fitting Lycra tights. Every bump and curve was perfectly visible and Hai didn’t miss an opportunity to check them out.

The twins never indicated that they noticed his attention so he was surprised one day when they invited him to join them. He accepted gladly and soon he was grunting and sweating through one of the hardest workouts of his life. By the time Sawyer showed up, he was toast and had to sit down to catch his breath.

“Yo, bro! Here, have some water.”

Hai looked up to find Julian standing over him, holding out a water bottle. He accepted it and drank deeply. He nearly choked, though, when Julian turned his back to him, squatting down and leaning forward to rummage around in his gym bag. The boy’s butt cheeks were so big and full they spilled out of the top of his tights and Hai was treated to an unimpeded view of those luscious mounds of goodness. His cock responded and the pouch of his enhanced jock grew tight. Fortunately, The Bullpen jockstrap kept him contained and he wasn’t at risk of embarrassing himself as long as he stayed sitting down.

Julian was in no hurry and even thrust out his backside further as Hai stared with rapt attention. It was almost as if the young dude was encouraging him to check out his huge bubble butt. Hai was more than happy to oblige and lost himself in a lurid fantasy as he savored the view. He didn’t come back to himself until he heard Sawyer clear his throat.

The big jock was standing beside him, an unreadable expression on his face. He shook himself when Hai looked up at him and smiled, handing him a bottle of protein shake and saying, “Sorry I’m late! Coach made us do extra drills.”

Julian finished searching through his bag and stood up, tucking his shirt into his tights and covering up his massive globes. Hai couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment as he took the proffered shake and drank it down.

When he looked up again, Sawyer was gone. The jock reappeared a moment later, though, carrying a plastic tub. Hai watched him approach the Gonzales twins. They smiled as he said something that Hai couldn’t quite catch and then the trio turned their backs to him, huddling together for some minutes. When they broke apart, the twins were grinning broadly. Julian accepted the plastic tub from Sawyer and waved before walking off.

Hai jerked his chin in a broey hello as Sawyer rejoined him, asking, “What was that all about, brah?”

“Oh, nuthin’!” Sawyer replied, looking innocent. “I was just giving them some of my brother’s new formula. It’s designed to help bodybuilder’s bulk up.”

Hai sat up straighter, interested. “Really, do you have some I could take?”

Sawyer plopped down on the bench next to him, his big shoulder pressing into him. “Nah, dude! Yer already takin’ the best shit ever. ‘Sides, ya don’t wanna be a bodybuilder, do ya? Pitchers can’t get too big or they can’t throw worth shit!”

“I could take it for a while and then stop,” Hai offered hopefully. “Just enough to bulk up some more.”

Sawyer grinned. “Yer already turning into a total beast, bro! You don’t need more help! Now let’s get back out there and lift.”

He stood up and headed over to the Smith Machine, slapping several 45-pounds weights onto the bar and preparing to do squats. “Uh, dude,” Hai rumbled in his new, deeper tone. (This was just one of the many blessings bestowed upon him by Sawyer’s protein shakes: A deeper, more masculine voice.) “I’m not gonna do legs today. My legs’re still sore from yesterday.”

Sawyer looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “Suit yerself, man. I’m gonna hit the squats hard today. Feel like I’ve been neglectin’ leg day.”

***

Chanming cornered Sawyer in the locker room before football practice a week later. “So, bro, tell me what’s up with you,” he demanded, crossing his arms and glaring up at his big friend.

Sawyer turned from his locker and looked down at him questioningly. “Whaddaya mean, dude? Nuthin’s up.”

“Yer actin’ weird,” Chanming said. “And there’s sumthin’ different ‘bout ya I can’t quite put my finger on. I mean, what’s up with this new weightlifting craze? You never cared about liftin’ until a few weeks ago. Now yer in that weight room all the time with my little bro.”

The big jock shrugged innocently. “I’m just helpin’ him out is all. He wants to try out for the baseball team in the spring.” 

He turned back to his locker, loosening his belt and pushing his jeans down his hips. Chanming had been about to turn away, too, but he stopped when he got a load of his bro’s butt. His eyebrows went up. “Whoa, dude! Time to cut back on the squats! Yer gettin’ huge!”

It was true. Sawyer’s formerly tight little butt and lean runner’s legs were noticeably beefier. His butt was starting to protrude behind him in a distinct bubble and his hairy thighs were large enough to rub against each other.

“Yer imagin’ things, bro!” Sawyer rumbled, stepping into his jockstrap. “I’m just as lean and fast as ever.”

“Yeah, riiiiight,” Chanming drawled. “Ya better knock it off before Coach notices or he’ll demote ya to linebacker.”

“There are worse things, bro,” came his friend’s surprising reply.

Chanming shook his head, unable to wrap his brain around the big jock’s changing body and behavior.

***

Chapter 3

Hai barely recognized Julian and Manuel when he saw them after the autumn break. He walked into the weight room and stopped in surprise at the two incredibly round boys standing at the squat rack. They were dressed in Spandex tights that set off their big guts and thick thighs in a not very flattering fashion. Not until he got closer did he realize that they weren’t new lifters at all but the Gonzales twins…with greatly expanded waistlines.

“Uh, hey, guys!” he called out, schooling his features to conceal his shock when they turned and looked at him. Their faces were round and fleshy and they sported multiple chins. “How’s it goin’?”

“Great!” Julian replied, smiling broadly. “Gettin’ ready to compete this weekend!”

Hai searched his face to be sure the big kid wasn’t joking. “Er, yeah, wow,” he stammered when he realized Julian was serious. “That’s great! I’m sure you’ll, uh, make a big impression!”

Manuel nodded happily. “Yep, I think we could win this time thanks to Sawyer’s protein powder. He really did us a solid when he gave it to us.”

“Oh, fer sure,” Hai mumbled, remembering then that he’d seen his friend giving them the tub a few weeks ago. “Yeah, it really did a number on you, didn’t it?”

“Yep! We couldn’t be more pleased with the results!” Julian chirped before turning his back to him and dropping down into a deep squat. Hai goggled as his big, blubbery ass spilled out of the Lycra tights. It was soft and jiggly and lacked any hint of muscular definition. Hai still found it appealing–He loved big butts on guys!–but he found he preferred his man asses with some firmness.

What the fuck had happened to the twins? Hai made a mental note to ask Sawyer about it later. He was suddenly glad that he hadn’t tried any of that powder!

Sawyer joined him an hour later, sauntering into the room and wearing a big grin and a very tight pair of compression shorts. When Hai saw him, he did a double take, spouting, “Jesus, bro! Look at you!”

“You like?” the big jock asked coyly, turning and presenting Hai with a stellar view of his profile. “One of my favorite fitness dudes on Instagram was sellin’ ‘em at half price. I thought my wardrobe could use a little sprucing up.”

“Bro, yer a stud!” Hai praised. He’d never seen Sawyer wearing such tiny shorts before and had to say that he enjoyed the view. The big jock was a lot beefier than he remembered, especially on his lower body. His quads were big and swollen and his butt…shit, his ass was mounded! Hai couldn’t take his eyes off of him but finally forced himself to look away out of fear of giving Sawyer the wrong impression.

“Yer brother teased me for wearing ‘em,” Sawyer admitted sheepishly, lowering his head. “I’m glad you don’t think they’re too fruity.”

“No, you look great, man. Really great!”

The smile that broke across Sawyer’s face was awesome to behold. “Aw, thanks, dude!” he gushed. “Yer the best bro ever! Now let’s lift!”

With that, he headed over to the squatting rack only recently abandoned by the Gonzales twins and commenced working out his glutes with vigor. Hai was so distracted by his big friend’s bends that he had trouble concentrating on his own workout. It didn’t help that everytime he looked up to take a peek at Sawyer’s expanding bubble butt, the dude met his gaze in the mirror and winked. 

He was so distracted that he didn’t think to ask Sawyer about the twins until they were heading into the locker room. The question died on his lips, though, when he noticed the guys from the wrestling team streaming in ahead of them. He cursed aloud at this turn of bad luck. They’d been lifting so long that now they would have to share the locker room with a bunch of other jocks.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Sawyer asked when he heard Hai swearing.

Hai scowled. “The whole fucking wrestling team is in there! I can’t get fuckin’ undressed with them around!”

Sawyer halted. When Hai stopped beside him, he was surprised to notice that he could nearly look the big jock in the eye. How the fuck was that possible? Sawyer was six two. That meant that Hai now stood at least six one. He was taller than Chanming!

“Listen, man,” Sawyer rumbled, holding his gaze evenly with his blue eyes.. “Ya gotta get over this hangup of yers around yer dick. So, you got a big dick? That’s a good thing, not sumthin’ to be ‘barrassed ‘bout. I mean, look at you! Ya got a beard now and tons of muscles. Yer a man, bro! A big man! Fuckin’ act like it!”

Hai unconsciously lifted his hand to his face at these words and jerked his fingers back in surprise when he realized that Sawyer hadn’t lied: His cheeks were covered with thick, curly hair. He had a beard! He had a motherfucking beard! He couldn’t believe it. Even Chanming barely had more than a few whiskers on his face. Shit, for that matter, their dad could barely grow a decent beard. He had more facial hair than his father!

Sawyer watched him with amusement, finally nudging him with his big shoulder and guiding him toward the locker room door. “C’mon, stud! Show the boys what ya got!”

Even with Sawyer’s encouragement, it took a lot to get Hai to drop his shorts and shuck his jockstrap in front of the wrestling team. The guys were particularly rambunctious after their practice and were shouting and teasing and boasting loudly when Sawyer and Hai walked in. They were also mostly naked by that point, something that didn’t help put Hai at ease, especially when he saw how small their dicks were. To a man, the guys on the wrestling team possessed incredibly small cocks.

Hai couldn’t stop himself from staring. It was both unnerving to realize how much bigger his dick was and also kind of…hot. He hadn’t seen a small penis up close before and found himself scoping the little dudes out as discreetly as possible. The guys pretty much ignored him…or maybe they noticed but didn’t care that he was watching? In any case, Hai got a closeup view of more little peckers than he’d ever imagined.

Which was a problem when it came time for him to unlace his shorts and drop trou.

He was turned on!

All those tender, tiny dicks were turning him on like crazy!

He hung his head, realizing he’d just learned something about himself that he hadn’t known before.

He preferred little dicks.

The smaller the better, in fact.

Small dicks like Brad Casey’s, the wrestling team captain. Brad’s little dicky was so small it barely poked out of his well-trimmed pubes.

Hai found himself staring longingly at that meager boy-bud despite his best efforts to turn away and make his erection subside. If he kept going like this, he was going to have a raging boner!

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself against Sawyer’s locker. When he opened his eyes, he became aware of the big jock’s eyes on him and he looked up. Sawyer’s expression was closed but there was no mistaking the coolness of his gaze. His eyes flicked from Brad Casey to Hai and back again. Then he set his jaw and turned away from both of them.

“Sawyer? Bro?” Hai asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Nuthin’,” came the clipped reply. “Just get undressed and take a shower. I wanna get outta here.”

His tone was injured and Hai wondered what he’d done to upset the big jock. The last thing he wanted was to piss him off! He sighed and looked down at his crotch, relieved when he saw his erection was subsiding. Well, that was one good thing about having Sawyer pissed at him! It kept him from thinking about all those tiny, luscious cocks bobbing all around him.

It was finally time to do it.

Hai held his breath as he squared his shoulders and resolutely dropped his baggy shorts, exposing the overstuffed pouch of his jockstrap for all to see. At first, none of the guys seemed to notice but then the dudes on either side of him fell silent, followed soon after by the jocks further down the row. Hai pretended not to notice as he bent over and pulled the jock down and kicked it into Sawyer’s locker. Then he very nonchalantly grabbed his towel and turned, giving the whole locker room a clear view of his incredibly long and girthy horse cock. Keeping his eyes on the showers, he casually wrapped his towel around his waist and sauntered away.

He barely made it halfway to the showers when he heard someone clapping behind him. He turned and locked eyes with Brad Casey. The team captain had raised his hands over his head and was clapping loudly. He winked at Hai and then his face split into a wide grin as the guys around him joined in. Soon, all of the boys in the locker room were giving Hair and his massive dick a standing ovation.

Sawyer had been right. He had nothing to be afraid of. It felt good to be finally recognized. He couldn’t help smiling as he searched the crowd for the big jock.

But he didn’t find him.

Sawyer Tullis was nowhere to be seen.

***

Chapter 4

Hai Yang’s life changed overnight. When he walked into school the next morning, he could feel all eyes surreptitiously on him. Suddenly, everyone seemed to want to be his friend and he rocketed to the top of the social hierarchy. He was one of the cool kids, a member of the rarified upper strata. People made way for him when he walked by. His classmates hung on his every word. When he made a joke, everyone laughed. Each time he looked over his shoulder, he saw adoring glances from both boys and girls cast in his direction.

He was popular!

For the first time in his life, he was popular!

And he’d never felt so free. Who would have guessed that his secret shame would turn out to be the ticket to his success? It was ironic in the extreme and he laughed at himself for being so silly.

He knew he owed one person more than anybody else for his sudden turn of fortune but Sawyer was AWOL. He didn’t respond to Hai’s texts or phone calls. He searched for him everywhere, even going to his class and looking for him through the window but he came up empty. Finally, he resorted to asking his brother because he knew that Chanming and Sawyer were tight and Ming would know where he was.

“He’s out sick,” Chanming said, shrugging. “What the fuck do you care anyway, Mr. Big Dick? Don’t you have enough worshippers following you around?” 

He didn’t wait for Hai’s reply and slammed his locker shut, shoving past him. Hai couldn’t help getting a bit of a thrill when he noticed that he now dwarfed his ‘big’ brother both in terms of height and muscle mass.

***

The next day was the big football game, the last one of the season, and Hai had promised Sawyer he would be there to cheer him on. The big jock was missing from class again but he did finally respond to Hai’s texts and said he would be present for the game. Hai breathed a sigh of relief. He really missed Sawyer!

For reasons he couldn’t explain, he decided to put some extra effort into his appearance ahead of the game. That morning, he spent a long time manscaping for the first time in his life. He trimmed the thick, black hair on his chest (but was careful not to trim it too short) and cleaned up the profusion of pubes growing like a black forest around the base of his dick. He still couldn’t believe he had enough body hair to trim! He felt like such a man!

After he was satisfied with his trimmed bush, got dressed. He donned the blue tank top that Sawyer had given him, now so tight that every bump and ridge on his muscular chest was displayed in stark relief. He threw a flannel shirt on over the tank (leaving it unbuttoned to show off his muscles) and grinned. His clothes really fit him nicely!

He headed downtown after class to complete his grooming. Stopping at the tailor, he picked up the pair of jeans he’d had specially modified to fit him. They were tight in back and loose in front. He couldn’t help smiling when he tried them on. There was no mistaking his huge bulge but he didn’t care. He no longer felt ashamed of his horse cock. It was part of who he was and he would never again try to hide it.

His next stop was the barber where he got a haircut and beard trim. When the man turned his chair around and Hai got a look at his reflection in the mirror, his heart stopped. That handsome stud couldn’t possibly be him! The man staring back at him was indisputably virile and sensuous. His thick, black hair was buzzed tight on the side but left slightly long on top. His beard was short but still thick. His yellow-gold eyes sparkled as he smiled, taking in his soft, full lips and big adam’s apple. He couldn’t believe how manly he was! Far from looking like a prepubescent teenager, he now looked like he was in his early twenties at least. Stepping down off the barber chair, he couldn’t help swaggering a bit. He fucking loved everything about his body!

This exultation dissipated when he thought of Sawyer. He owed the big jock a lot! Without him, he would still be a skinny, homely kid with a repulsive dick. Now he was a grown man with a proud member to show off to the world. Yeah, he owed Sawyer big time. Setting his jaw, he strode purposefully back to the school. He would make sure that he tracked down the big jock and thanked him properly for all he had done.

He didn’t have any luck finding Sawyer before the game and had to resort to sending him a text, wishing him good luck. He was half afraid that the jock wouldn’t show for the game but he breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the dude jogging onto the field with the rest of the team. There was no mistaking his beefy ass or the way his tights clung to it like a second skin. He jumped to his feet and cheered loudly with the rest of the school, shouting Sawyer’s name at the top of his lungs. Maybe he imagined it but he thought he saw his friend turn and look up into the bleachers at the sound of his voice. He didn’t think to cheer for his brother until much later.

Hai found himself surrounded by a horde of fans on the bleachers. Most of the members of the wrestling team crowded around him, vying to be as close as possible. Hai was both amused and kind of touched but became flustered when the studly team captain, Brad Casey, approached and asked if he could sit next to him.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Hai said, making room for the handsome little guy.

Brad had just settled down beside him, pressing his muscular thigh against Hai’s, when the crowd around them groaned loudly. On the other side of the field, the opposing fans cheered. Hai looked up to see that Sawyer had just fumbled a pass, narrowly avoiding an interception. Was it his imagination or was the big jock staring up at him in the stands?

The coach removed Sawyer from the game and put Chanming in his place. Despite his feelings of sibling loyalty, Hai couldn’t help feeling bad for Sawyer. He knew how much the big jock loved football and it must have killed him to be taken out early from such an important game. Sawyer trudged off the field and sat down heavily on the bench, taking off his helmet and staring disconsolately at the ground. He didn’t look back up at the bleachers again.

Brad doted on Hai, buying him popcorn and soda. He even surprised him with a little stuffed tiger, the school’s mascot. Hai had to admit he liked the attention and had trouble concentrating on the game because everytime he looked over at Brad, he became lost in the guy’s soft, blue eyes.

The coach put Sawyer back in the game in the fourth quarter and this time the big jock came through, scoring the touchdown that put the team in the lead. The Tigers won handily after that, trouncing the competition, and the crowd was on fire. There were more coolers full of Gatorade poured over the heads of players than Hai had ever seen in his life. Everyone streamed onto the field and lifted the team onto their shoulders, parading them around the field and roaring out their school pride. Hai hung back but couldn’t help smiling. When he saw the triumphant look on Sawyer’s face as he whipped off his helmet and tossed it into the crowd, he whistled loudly. He couldn’t remember seeing him so happy. 

He was turning to head toward the locker room to wait for Sawyer when Brad stopped him. “Listen, Hai,” the little stud began in his pleasant tenor. “Yer not…I mean, yer not with Sawyer, are you?”

Hai blinked. “What? Are you asking if he’s my boyfriend?” Brad nodded and he guffawed, “Oh hell, no! Sawyer’s straight!”

Brad’s smile widened and he stood up on his toes to brush Hai’s lips with a chaste kiss, breathing, “I’m glad to hear that. Do you think…I mean, would you might be interested in, uh, hanging out sometime?”

Hai felt the earth shift beneath his feet. Brad Casey had kissed him! Even more, Brad Casey wanted to go out with him! Favoring the beefy captain with the biggest smile ever, he said emphatically, “Yes, Brad! Yes, I would like that a lot.”

The little guy exhaled a sigh of relief, raising his hand in the air and pumping his fist. “Maybe this weekend? You think we could hang out this weekend?”

Hai nodded, heart pounding with excitement. “Yeah, that’d be great!”

They exchanged numbers and Hai headed off toward the locker room. His legs felt light as air and could have sworn he heard angels singing. Brad Casey had asked him out!

The team hIt took a really long time getting changed because they were so whipped up from their victory. He could hear their bellows of laughter and ragged cheers halfway through the school. He took up position off to the side, lingering in the shadows, and waited.

“Hey, Hai.”

He gave a start at the sound of his name and turned to find Julian Gonzales looking up at him. Smiling, he said, “Oh, hey, Julian! I didn’t see you there.”

Julian grinned back at him and edged closer, asking, “Are you waiting for Sawyer?”

“Yep. He should be out soon.”

“I’m waiting for my cousin, Alfredo,” Julian revealed, adding, “He’s the center.”

Hai nodded. He vaguely remembered the guy. He was opening his mouth to speak when he noticed what Julian was wearing. The big bodybuilder had on a low-riding pair of jeans that exposed the top of his generous buttocks. As he watched, Julian turned to the side, giving him an unobstructed view of his huge ass. Hai blinked, tongue catching in his throat when he spotted the unmistakable whale tail of the black thong he was wearing under his jeans. It framed those massive cheeks perfectly. Even more eye-popping was the new tramp stamp tattoo stenciled in the small of his back. A red rose and spreading vines draped over his smooth, milky-mocha skin. There wasn’t a trace of hair to be seen anywhere.

Hai realized his mouth had fallen open and he coughed, feeling his neck grow hot. Suddenly, Julian didn’t seem too fat at all. If anything, he looked even hotter than ever. There was something delectable about the soft silkiness of his skin and the way his big bodybuilder muscles complemented his padding of fat, giving it shape and substance. He found it irresistible. 

His cock stirred in his shorts and felt it grow fatter and harder.

Realizing that he was staring, he shook himself and mumbled, “Uh, I really like yer tattoo, dude. It’s pretty.”

Julian beamed with pride. “Oh, you think so? Manuel thinks it’s too gay.” Before Hai knew what was happening, he had turned and was presenting his huge ass for inspection, wiggling the jelly-filled globes provocatively. And, just as suddenly, Hai’s erection had gone from a half-chub to a full, raging hardon.

Hai had no choice. He had to flee or risk humiliating himself in front of Julian. There was no way to conceal the humongous bulge tenting out his jeans. He called over his shoulder as he fled, apologizing, “Sorry but I gotta run! It was good to see you, though!” He staggered off into the darkness, wincing in pain as his cock pinched inside his jeans.

He was so preoccupied with his embarrassing hardon that he didn’t notice Sawyer had exited the locker room. The big jock walked out just in time to witness the whole scene.

***

Sawyer texted Chanming in the middle of the afternoon on Saturday. Chanming was still hungover from partying hard the night before and ignored the text. A moment later his phone rang; it was Sawyer. Sighing heavily, he swiped a finger across the screen and answered.

“Dude, WTF? Why’re you calling me? I feel like shit.”

There was a pause and then, “Yo, Ming! I need yer help. Can you come get me?” His voice sounded strained.

Chanming wrinkled his brow. “Uh, sure, I guess so. Where are you?”

“I’ll text you the address. It’s not far from yer house. Can you take me home?”

Chanming’s phone buzzed then and he looked down at Sawyer’s text. His friend was right; the address wasn’t far. Only a few blocks away, in fact. In the middle of the medical center by the look of it.

“Did something happen?” he asked, worried. “Are you Ok?”

Sawyer sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just sore. And there’s no way I could have my parents come get me. ‘Sides, they’re away for a couple weeks visiting my brother anyway.”

Chanming relaxed slightly, although he was still confused. Why was Sawyer sore? And why was he at a medical center? He decided to wait to press him for details, though, and assured, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, buddy.”

“Great! I’ll have ‘em wheel me outside to the curb.”

***

Sawyer was slouched over in a wheelchair when he arrived. The big jock looked pale and waved weakly when he pulled up. Chanming parked the car and came running over to him, demanding, “Dude! What happened to you? You look terrible!”

His friend waved off his concern. “I’m fine. I just had a couple of outpatient procedures.”

Chanming’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of procedures? Did you injure yourself during the game last night?”

“Listen, bro,” Sawyer said, sounding peevish. “Just help me into the car and drive me home. I’ll explain everything later.”

Chanming rolled his eyes but nonetheless stooped down and slung an arm under his buddy’s shoulder, hefting him up. Sawyer groaned in pain but managed to get his legs under him and they staggered toward the car. He was wrapped in blankets around the waist and still wearing a hospital gown. He paused before sitting down as if psyching himself up and winced as his butt settled on the cushion. (What the fuck? Chanming wondered. Did he break his tailbone or something?) Chanming caught the distinct whiff of antiseptic as he leaned over him and helped him cinch his seatbelt.

He drove slowly on the way to Sawyer’s house, careful not to go over any bumps or take the turns too tightly. Sawyer lay back in the seat, breathing shallowly. His face was pale beneath his beard and he looked exhausted.

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened?” Chanming asked finally after his friend didn’t seem inclined to talk.

“I’d rather not,” Sawyer replied, closing his eyes. “You’ll think I’m stupid.”

Chanming grimaced. “I already think yer stupid, big guy. So out with it. What did you do?”

There was a long pause during which Sawyer took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Finally, he said, “I don’t wanna talk ‘bout it, bro. Just help me get home and into bed. I just need to sleep!”

***

The Tullis farmhouse was silent when they pulled up. They repeated the same procedure in reverse with Chanming scooping his bro up as best he could and helping him limp to the door. With a lot of cursing and long pauses while Sawyer caught his breath, they finally made it into his bedroom. Chanming pulled back the covers and helped his friend to lie down.

“Geezus fuck, that hurts!” Sawyer cried as he butt touched the mattress. “Oh, Chanming! I’m such a fuckin’ idiot! I can’t believe I actually had ‘em do it to me! Why did I do this to myself? And what the fuck am I gonna tell my folks? They’re gonna shit when they see the bill!”

“Listen, bro, I have no idea what the fuck yer talkin’ ‘bout,” Chanming muttered, thoroughly confused. “Why won’t you tell me what happened?” 

He tried to peel away the blankets from Sawyer’s waist but his buddy stopped him, warning, “Don’t, bro! You gotta trust me on this one. You don’t wanna see me down there.”

Chanming stepped back and folded his arms. “Yer such an asshole, man! You can’t make me come get you from the hospital and drag you whining and screaming like a little bitch into bed and then send me away without telling me shit!”

Sawyer ignored him, positioning himself carefully on his hip and then sighing with relief. Finally, he said, “If ya wanna help, stay here and take care of me. It’s gonna be a couple days before I can get around and do the chores ‘round here.”

Chanming nodded, both pissed at his friend and flattered to be asked to help out. “If I do, will you tell me what’s goin’ on?”

“Will do, bro,” came Sawyer’s weak reply. “Just lemme sleep for a bit first…”

Before Chanming could ask any more of him, Sawyer closed his eyes and drifted off.

***

Chapter 5

“HOLY GODDAMNED FUCK!!! FUCKIN’ MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Chanming sat bolt upright in bed. He’d slept the night in Sawyer’s brother’s old bedroom where the shelves were still lined with the brainy nerd’s science fair trophies. The yelling was coming down the hall from the bathroom. As he sat there, Sawyer’s cursing grew louder before breaking off in a cry of pain. This was too much! Chanming threw off the covers and barrelled out of the bedroom to help his friend.

When Sawyer didn’t respond to his pounding, he tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked. Panicking, he threw his weight against the door and broke in, nearly falling on his face when it finally gave way.

Inside, Sawyer was standing in front of the toilet wearing a loose bathrobe and holding his…well, Chanming could see his friend was trying to take a piss. The only problem was nothing was coming out. Sawyer’s face was contorted with agony as he stood there, shaking…it…and crying out in pain. After a long time, Chanming could hear a tiny trickle dribble out and splash down in the toilet but unfortunately this only seemed to increase Sawyer’s misery and he threw his head back and bawled like a stuck bull.

From his vantage point on the floor, Chanming couldn’t see anything because his friend’s bathrobe concealed his lower body. Somehow, though, he had a feeling that he was about to find out why Sawyer had been at the hospital. Skin prickling with premonition, he picked himself up off his knees and crept stealthily forward. Sawyer was so in so much pain he didn’t even notice him. The pathetic trickling and screaming continued unabated. Chanming approached slowly, warring with dueling impulses. On the one hand, he had the feeling he wouldn’t be able to unsee what he was about to see and, on the other hand, he was filled with concern for his friend. Sawyer was his best bro in the whole world and it killed Chanming to see him suffering. If he could help alleviate his pain, he would do so.

It was the moment of truth.

He was there.

Poised behind Sawyer as his friend strained, whimpering and crying.

Taking a deep breath, Chanming steeled his resolve and placed a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder, gazing over his shoulder and downward.

He fell back, reeling in shock.

“Dude!” he exclaimed, mind blanking with horror. “What the fuck happened to yer dick?”

Sawyer stopped crying out long enough to sob, “It’s gone. I had ‘em cut it off.”

“YOU WHAT???!!!”

“You heard me,” his bro whimpered. “I had a gender reassignment doc lob off my dick. Well, not all of it but most of it.”

Chanming couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His brain simply refused to process this crazy and disturbing information. Why the fuck would Sawyer have a doctor cut off his dick?! The thought was so repugnant that he just couldn’t make himself go there. He had to resist the irrational urge to clap his hands over his own dick as if somehow he was in jeopardy of losing it simply by associating with Sawyer.

He staggered backward, collapsing down on the edge of the bathtub and holding his head in his hands. So, this was the ‘outpatient procedure’ Sawyer had been talking about. He had gone to the doctor and had him remove his cock! What a complete idiot! Jesus, what a complete and utter fuckin’–

The disbelief disappeared as another, stronger emotion took its place: Resentful rage. Sawyer Tullis used to have the biggest cock on the football team. Chanming had seen it swinging long and fat and heavy between his bro’s hairy thighs too many times to count and secretly envied Sawyer for being so well endowed. His own cock was puny in comparison. He would have done almost anything to have a cock that size!

And now Sawyer had chosen–fucking chosen!–to have his big dick chopped off!

What the fuck?!

Where was the justice in the world?

Couldn’t the fucking asshole at least have shared it with him?

He could have fucking gifted this big cock to his smaller bro! Fuck, Chanming would’ve traded dicks any day! Yeah, that’s it! They could’ve gotten their dicks transplanted onto each other! He could have had Sawyer’s huge tool swinging between his legs and Sawyer could have found out what it’s like to go through life with a baby dick.

What the fuck was wrong with Sawyer?

***

“Don’t hate me, bro!” Sawyer pleaded, closing his bathrobe before turning to face him. The big jock looked really miserable. “I already fuckin’ hate myself enough. I can’t believe I was so stupid, man! I mean, what the fuck was I thinking? Oh, fuck! I wish I had listened to the doc and waited. He tried to talk me out of it but I didn’t listen! I made him do it. I made him cut my dick off, Chanming!”

Chanming lifted his head and stared up at Sawyer, feeling like he was looking at a stranger. He knew he should be a good friend and console him but he couldn’t make himself do it just then. He was too furious! He hated Sawyer at that moment and it was all he could do not to strangle the shit out of him.

He didn’t strangle him, though. 

In the end, he forced himself to take a deep breath and steady himself. He might hate Sawyer but he also loved the big, goofy dude. Yeah, he loved him. Not in a gay way but in a honest, straightforward, well, straight way.

Schooling his features to (hopefully) hide the seething resentment he was feeling inside, he sighed, “Why did you do it, dude?”

Sawyer self-consciously cinched his bathrobe tighter and looked evasively to the side. When Chanming continued to press him, he finally relented, admitting, “It’s…well, it’s about a boy.”

“A boy? Whaddaya mean?”

Surprisingly, Sawyer’s blue eyes filled with tears and his lower lip trembled. Chanming stared up at him in disbelief; he’d never seen his bro tear up before, much less cry. “It’s your brother, Ming!” he sobbed. “I’m in love with your brother!”

“You’re in love with Hai?” Chanming repeated, mind spinning with this revelation. He’d had his doubts recently about Sawyer’s purported heterosexuality but he had never thought that his best bro was crushing on his little brother! He sat there in shock for a long time until he recovered enough to ask, “So, yer gay. Are ya tellin’ me yer gay, dude?”

Sawyer nodded, tears rolling down his face and being absorbed by his thick beard. “Yep, I’m a faggot. One-hundred percent gay right here. I love dick and, er, I love yer little bro.”

“Waaaaaait,” Chanming drawled, the gears spinning in his head. “You love dick and you love Hai which means you love Hai’s dick!” He clapped his hand to his forehead, mentally kicking himself for being so slow. “This all started when you saw his dick pics on his phone, didn’t it?”

Sawyer stared down at the floor before raising his big hand as if taking an oath. “Yeah, guilty. Guilty as charged. Seeing his big, honkin’ cock really got me wet,” he confessed, making Chanming squirm with his word choice. “But I love more than his big, gorgeous, fat, pulsing–”

“Enough! Stop it!” Chanming shourted, holding up his hands. “I get it! You don’t have to keep talkin’ ‘bout my lil’ bro’s big dick. I already hate him enough as it is. The lucky fucker got all the cock in the family!”

“Er, sorry, bro,” Sawyer murmured, sheepishly. “I get carried away when I think about that, ahem, well, you know. Anyway, I started out lusting after him for his huge dick but it’s more than that now. I love everything about him, bro! I’m fuckin’ head over heels in love with the little guy…who’s not so little anymore.”

Chanming nodded, still in a bit of a state of shock. Sawyer was gay? And in love with Hai? It was a lot…a lot…but, wait, this still didn’t explain why Sawyer had his dick removed. He lifted his head, fixing his buddy with his penetrating brown eyes. “Are you telling me that Hai made you cut off your dick?”

Sawyer jumped at the accusation. “What?! No! No! Of course not! He would never do something like that!”

“Then why, Sawyer? What does Hai have to do with your decision to emasculate yourself?”

“I didn’t emasculate myself, bro,” Sawyer corrected, sounding injured. “I’m still as fertile as ever. I just can’t ever fuck again.”

“Oh, whatever!” Chanming threw up his hands, glaring up at him. “You’re avoiding the question. Tell me why the fuck you did it and what Hai has to do with this!”

Sawyer sighed heavily before pacing over and settling gingerly on the edge of the tub next to him. He winced as he sat down and then began, “Well, you see, it’s like this, bro…”

***

Chanming shook his head when Sawyer was finished. “Man, that’s…wow, that’s a lot to take in…and seriously fucked up. But I guess now it makes sense why you’ve been actin’ so weird. You were doin’ everything you could to make Hai notice you.” 

Now Sawyer’s obsession with doing squats and prancing around in those fruity Spandex shorts didn’t seem so strange. By watching him closely, Sawyer had figured out that Hai was an ass man and, well, he’d also deduced that Hai preferred little…Chanming shook his head, angry at Sawyer for making him even think about this. It was perverse! Just when you think you know someone… 

He froze then as an unwelcome thought drifted into his mind. He tried to banish it but it kept coming back, niggling at him and annoying him until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. By that point, Sawyer had settled next to him on the edge of the bathtub. His shoulders were slumped and he was hanging his head miserably. Chanming debated whether to say what he was thinking, not wanting to kick his friend when he was already really down. In the end, though, he decided he needed to give voice to it; Sawyer needed to hear this!

Trying to soften the blow he knew his words would have, he slung an arm over Sawyer’s wide shoulders, tugging him close. “Listen, Sawyer,” he began carefully, “you know I love you, right? Like a brother, that is! Not like…well, you know.”

The big jock nodded but didn’t look over at him.

Chanming sighed. “It’s because I love you that I have to say that what you did might have been one of the dumbest things ever. You cut off yer dick before you even knew that’s what Hai wanted. You don’t know for a fact that he prefers guys with small cocks, do you?” Sawyer shook his head, looking more and more miserable. Chanming furrowed his brow, continuing, “And there’s no guarantee he feels the same way ‘bout you as you feel ‘bout him. And, even if he does, yer only eighteen and he’s just sixteen. Do you really think that the two of you will be together the rest of yer lives? That’s a looooong time, dude. Hai might break up with you after a year and then you’ll just be a big, dumb jock without a cock.”

It almost broke his heart when he felt Sawyer’s shoulders begin to shake. Soon, the big oaf was sobbing loudly, holding his head in his hands and snuffling like a baby. Chanming felt awful! He tightened his hold around Sawyer’s shoulders and pulled him in closer. Finally, Sawyer turned and buried his head in Chanming’s side and bawled his eyes out. 

Chanming hesitated, not knowing what to do until he remembered how his father used to comfort him as a child. He sighed. If it worked for him, maybe it would help now? It made him feel weird but he kissed the top of Sawyer’s shaggy head and murmured soothingly, waiting for his friend to collect himself.

Finally, Sawyer took a big, shuddering breath and looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “Why do you gotta be so fuckin’ wise, bro?” he wailed. “I never even fuckin’ thought of any of that! I wanna die, bro! I fuckin’ wanna die! I hate myself! I did the dumbest thing a guy can do!”

“Pretty much,” Chanming agreed, smiling slightly. “But you can’t undo it now, not unless your doctor can stitch yer cock back on…”

Sawyer shook his head. “Nope, I’m pretty sure that’s not possible. I’m a fuckin’ dickless wonder fer the rest of  my life!”

“Hey! Having a small nub isn’t so bad,” Chanming said, somewhat defensively. “I mean, my dick’s barely three inches hard and I haven’t had any trouble getting laid.”

“Bro,” Sawyer said, looking over at him with deadly seriousness. “I got less than that now. Waaaaaay less than that!”

“Jeezus!” Chanming exclaimed before he caught himself. “Ok, well, maybe it is pretty bad.” He was about to say more when he remembered something Hai had told him the day before. Something terrible.

Sawyer watched his face drain of color and roused himself, demanding, “What, bro? What’s wrong?”

“Bro,” Chanming started, fighting to keep the rising panic out of his voice, “Hai doesn’t know you’re in love with him, does he? Shit, dude, you’ve never told him, have you?”

Sawyer shook his head, refusing to look at him. “No, I was too scared. I thought he would laugh at me. And I was worried he wasn’t attracted to me which is why, I…well, you know. I wanted to make sure he was attracted to me before I told him!”

Chanming shook his head violently, all but shouting, “Dude, you have to tell him right away! Call him NOW!”

This time it was Sawyer’s face that drained of color. “No way!” he protested. “I can’t talk to him now! Not like this! Not when I’m a total fuckin’’ mess!”

Chanming gripped his arm, squeezing. “I’m telling you, bro! Call him now! He’s ‘sposed to go out on a date with Brad Casey this afternoon. He thinks yer straight, bro! And he’s got guys after him like crazy now that he’s turned into a fuckin’ fitness model and everyone knows he’s hung like a fuckin’ horse. How long do you think it will be before one of them snags him away from you?”

If Sawyer had been pale before, he was positively ashen now. As he stared at Chanming with his wide, blue eyes. Tears formed again in the corners of his eyes and threatened to spill down his furry cheeks. “I can’t stand this, Ming!” he cried. “I don’t have it in me to talk to him right now but I will fuckin’ die if he goes out with that self-righteous little prick! Hai deserves better than fuckin’ Brad Casey!”

“Hai deserves you,” Chanming said emphatically. Reaching over, he cupped his bro’s cheek in his hand and patted it. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but Hai deserves you. I can’t think of anyone more deserving.” He brushed the tears away from Sawyer’s eyes on the sleeve of his pajamas, offering, “How ‘bout if I call him for you? Would that be Ok?”

“Dude!” Sawyer shouted, freaking out. “Don’t tell him that I’m in love with him! Please don’t!”

Chanming shook his head, laughing. “I won’t. I’ll make something up. But I guarantee that he won’t go on that date with Brad if I have to sabotage it myself.”

Sawyer sagged down, relieved, and then winced again.

“Sitting seems painful for you,” Chanming observed. “Does yer little stub hurt when yer sitting down or sumthin’?”

“Uh, no, not really,” Sawyer mumbled, sounding evasive.

Intuition prickling, Chanming sat up straighter and demanded, “Sawyer, what are you not telling me?”

His big friend grimaced, looking downright guilty. “Well, I, um, ya know…”

Chanming set his jaw, steeling himself for yet another bombshell. “Just tell me, Sawyer!” he ordered. “Fuckin’ tell me!”

Sawyer hesitated for a long time but finally gave in when he saw that Chanming wasn’t going to relent. Blushing furiously, he stammered, “W-W-Well, l-l-let’s just say I might have had the doc perform another procedure on me while he was at it…”

***

Chapter 6

Hai had a bad week. First, he’d misplaced his iPhone on Sunday and had totally missed Brad Casey’s calls about meeting up. By the time he found his phone again, it was too late and Brad was super pissed at him. The studly little guy was convinced that Hai had ghosted him.

He’d tried to apologize on Monday but it was no use. Brad wouldn’t even look at him and no amount of coaxing, cajoling or pleading made any difference. The little wrestler didn’t want anything to do with him.

Things had gone downhill from there. Sawyer did not come to classes at all that week and refused to reply to his calls or texts. When he asked Chanming if he knew what was up, he was a total asshole, telling him to fuck off. “What the fuck, dude?” his brother had demanded. “Stop askin’ me ‘bout Sawyer! I’m not his fuckin’ boyfriend!” Hai had said something rude back to him and Chanming had threatened to kick his ass right then and there. Rather than risk getting in a fight with his older brother in front of everyone, he’d stalked off fuming.

After such a disappointing day, he’d looked forward to lifting weights and getting a chance to flirt with Julian Gonzales but even that had been a bust. Chanming showed up out of nowhere when Hai entered the weight room and insisted on working out with him.

“WTF, bro?” Hai demanded, puffing up his muscular chest out and looming over Chanming. (He knew it rankled his older brother that he was now a good six inches taller.) “You fuckin’ reamed me out an hour ago and now ya wanna lift weights with me?! You don’t even fuckin’ lift!”

Chanming shrugged. “Football season is over and I gotta stay in shape, bro. Stop being such a whiny pussy and lift with me!” He pushed past Hai and took up position directly in front of the Gonzales twins, blocking Hai’s view.

Hai growled in frustration, craning his head to make eye contact with Julian only to have Chanming move in front of him. “Well?” his bolder brother demanded. “Are we gonna lift or not?”

Hai scowled but nonetheless joined his brother at the bench press. The workout that followed was particularly joyless for both brothers. By the time it was over, Julian and Manuel were nowhere to be seen.

And so the week continued. There was no sign of Sawyer and Chanming continued his confusing habit of oscillating between being a raging asshole one minute and wanting to pal around with him the next. It kept Hai so off balance that he never put two and two together, realizing that his brother’s behavior wasn’t random at all but secretly geared towards keeping him away from contact with any potential boyfriends.

Hai was completely demoralized by Friday and couldn’t help feeling sorry for himself. Had it only been a week ago that he’d been riding the wave of newfound popularity and feeling like such an alpha stud? Not anymore! Now he felt like a total loser. No one seemed to want to have anything to do with him, except his weird brother who was just as likely to bully him as act like his new best friend.

Just before class ended, his phone dinged and he looked down at it, breath catching in his chest when he saw it was a text from Sawyer. >>Yo, sport!<< it read >>Wanna spend w/e at my place? Parents r gone & got plenty o booze<<

Hai had to read it twice and then was convinced the text was meant for Chanming. When he texted back for clarification, though, not ten seconds elapsed before Sawyer’s reply dinged, >>not yer bro! u hai!<<

He whooped out loud, heart bursting with happiness. He missed Sawyer so much! It had killed him to be away from the big jock for so long. He hadn’t really seen or talked to him in almost two weeks. He texted back his enthusiastic acceptance and did a little dance when Sawyer sent back a ton of smiley face emojis.

***

“Congratulations, bro.”

Hai looked over at the driver’s seat, giving Chanming a questioning look. They were parked in Sawyer’s driveway; his brother had given him a ride to the Tullis farm because Hai was still too young to drive on his own. Lifting his eyebrows, he asked, “For what?”

“You’ll see soon enough,” came his brother’s cryptic reply. “Treat him good, Ok? He’s my best friend and I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.”

“Sawyer? Why do you think I would hurt him?” Hai demanded, not understanding what his brother was talking about.

Chanming shrugged. “Just be kind. That’s all I’m asking.”

With that, he felt around in the back seat for Hai’s duffle bag and, thrusting it into his arms, reached around him to swing the passenger door open. Hai was starting to get out when Chanming surprised him with a quick ‘guy hug’ across the shoulders and an even more surprising peck on the cheek. 

“Love ya, bro,” he mumbled before shoving him out and speeding off, tires throwing up a rooster tail of gravel. Hai watched his brother go, shaking his head. Chanming sure was acting weird!

He slung his bag over his shoulder and looked around. The farmhouse was downwind of the barn but even so he caught the distinct whiff of manure. It wasn’t strong, though, and somehow it made him feel more at ease. He could hear muffled lowing from the cows as they made their way back from the pasture. A pig grunted from a small shed near the barn. He wrinkled his lip at the ‘Ranchers and Farmers for Trump’ sign in the front yard, realizing how different the politics were out here in the country. The election had been over for weeks!

He was still pinching himself about being invited to spend the weekend with Sawyer and part of him half-believed that it was a joke. Chanming would roll back into the driveway at any moment, laughing his head off at Hai.

He waited.

After a few minutes, he was reassured that Chanming wasn’t coming back and texted Sawyer to let him know he was there. Almost immediately, his phone chimed in response: >>Cool dude go round back im in hot tub<<

He has a hot tub? Hai wondered, realizing that taking a dip in steaming hot water sounded pretty nice. It was chilly November and the leaves had long ago blown off the trees. The wind whipping across the stubbly cornfields was decidedly wintry. He pulled the collar up around his neck and trudged around the side of the big farmhouse.

True to his text, Sawyer was reclining up to his neck in the roiling water of the hot tub. He waved to Hai as he came into view and invited him in. “Water’s super hot, lil’ bro! Feels awesome!” He paused to incline his head toward a couple tumblers sitting next to the tub, adding, “I poured Margaritas for us. Nice and strong, just the way ya like it!”

Hai smiled tentatively as he crept up the steps of the deck, pausing a moment to take in the house and backyard. The hint of a delicious aroma wafting on the breeze made his mouth water. Sawyer laughed at his hungry look, explaining, “There’s steak on the grill. One of our cows.” He winked slyly, adding, “Nuthin’ but 100% USDA prime beef fer my lil’ bro!”

Hai couldn’t get over the feeling of being an interloper. A senior inviting a sophomore to spend a weekend at his house while the parents were gone was almost unheard of. And the presence of illicit alcohol made the whole experience seem even more forbidden. Hai was embarrassed to admit he’d never been drunk before. Shit, he’d never even taken more than a sip of his dad’s beer! As unreal as it was, though, Hai wasn’t about to question it; he couldn’t wait to spend time with his friend again! A weekend alone together was a dream come true.

He had to admit that the Tullis household was really nice. Originally just a small farmhouse, it had been added onto over the years and remodeled into a simple but striking home. The deck overlooked a spreading wetland with a small pond ringed by cattails. The needles on the tamarack were golden yellow and the bushes of winterberry were bright red, adding cheer to an otherwise gloomy November evening. Overhead, the sky was leaden grey but the setting sun limned the clouds with orange. Far off, he could hear the lonely calls of migrating geese.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling the frustration and disappointment of the past week wash off of him. He was with Sawyer! He got to spend a whole weekend alone with Sawyer!

Feeling eyes on him, he turned and met Sawyer’s gaze. The big guy was watching him with a half smile on his handsome face. Something sparkled on his ears and Hai exclaimed, “Whoa, super cool earrings, bro!”

Sawyer laughed, turning his head to display the little rosy-colored studs. “Glad you like ‘em!” he rumbled. “I was worried you’d think they were too girly.”

Hai was about to respond when he noticed something else. He took a step closer and looked down at the big jock, puzzling over what he saw. “Is that a…butterfly…on yer neck?”

“Yup, a pine swallowtail,” came the dude’s unexpected reply. “We have ‘em here in the summer.”

Hai’s mouth was hanging open. “I…uh, I mean, I didn’t realize you were into butterflies. Or tattoos for that matter. It is a tattoo, right?”

“Yeah, dude. Just one of many,” Sawyer replied, nonchalantly slinging a beefy arm over the side of the tub. Hai blinked at the many colorful butterfly tattoos winding down his neck and arm all the way to his wrist. Something glinted on the jock’s chest and Hai realized it was a nipple ring. (Wait. Sawyer had nipple rings! Whoa.) He was so taken aback by the piercings that he almost didn’t notice that Sawyer’s chest was perfectly smooth; his pale skin shone like pink porcelain in the low light. Sawyer had shaved his chest hair off!

Hai shivered and not just from the cold. Something unknown hung in the air between them and it left him feeling both giddy and unnerved. It was almost like he was seeing Sawyer for the first time. Or maybe he was seeing someone he’d never really known. What else was the dude hiding? Even though he knew the dude was straight, the mystery of it made his cock wake up in his jeans and he shifted his weight, letting his bag slide downward to conceal his growing bulge.

Things got worse…or better, maybe. He realized next that Sawyer had gotten a haircut; his shaggy blond locks had been tamed, sculpted into a mop of curls on top and tight fade on the slides. Even his reddish-brown beard was trimmed short, accenting his strong jawline and wedge-shaped chin. Something about the contrast between his masculine features accented by the feminine earrings and tattoos got Hai’s blood pumping.

Sawyer was grinning up at him, seemingly oblivious to his scrutiny. “C’mon, bro!” he enticed, patting the side of the hot tub next to him, “You must be freezing! Jump in with me!”

Hai blushed, self-conscious of his growing erection. He opened his mouth and hesitated before saying, “Uh, can I go inside and change in my shorts first?”

Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, bro! It’s just you an’ me! I’ve seen ya nekkid before. Just take off yer goddamned clothes and jump in!”

“But–”

“Just fuckin’ do it, bro!”

The stern tone of Sawyer’s voice made him jump. He’d dropped his bag and unbuttoned his jeans before he realized what he was doing. In a moment, he was clad in only his trusty Bullpen jockstrap, glad that it’s tight pouch helped rein in his growing erection.

He slipped into the tub, bracing as the hot water met his cool skin. In a moment, he was sitting next to his big bro in the swirling water, breathing in the steam and Sawyer’s rich scent. Sawyer scooted close and slung a muscular arm over his shoulders, tugging him in close. His big body was smooth and soft and warm.

“Welcome to my house, lil’ bro. I’ve missed ya.”

Hai’s cock was growing rapidly harder and his jock was straining with the pressure. Sawyer had always liked being physically close but this kind of close contact was new and it was getting him super turned on. What was going on with his friend? Sawyer was straight. 100% straight!

To distract himself, he turned and picked up the Margarita closest to him. He was about to take a drink when Sawyer stopped him, pushing the other one over to him. “This one’s yers, dude,” he explained. “Mine’s stronger.”

Hai accepted the drink and took a tentative sip, exhaling with delight. It was both sour and sweet and packed a real zing. He smacked his lips and took another, bigger sip. He felt like a grown man, drinking alcohol and spending the night with his first adult friend. He looked over at Sawyer and grinned. He was opening his mouth to speak when his balls spasmed, causing him to nearly drop his drink.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Sawyer asked, smile broadening.

“Nuthin’,” Hai mumbled, resisting the urge to reach down and cup his aching nuts. “I’m fine.” As he said it, his balls spasmed again, this time pushing his legs outward. He stifled a moan, wondering if the hot water was making his testicles swell up.

Sawyer cozied up closer before throwing his head back and sighing loudly, “Aaaaah, ain’t this the life, bro? A hot tub makes Michigan livable in the wintertime.” He paused to let his hand drop casually down onto Hai’s pec, rubbing it and playing with his chest hair. This got Hai’s cock throbbing again and he shifted, trying to keep it from flopping out of his jockstrap. Why was Sawyer suddenly so handsy? 

If his friend was aware of his arousal, he didn’t show it and continued to gaze off into the sunset. After a while, he continued, “Soakin’ in the ol’ tub’s ‘specially nice after I get done with the chores, ‘cuz the hot water’s good for my aching muscles. Running a farm without any help sure’s a pain!”

“Uh huh.” Hai was barely paying attention. He was struggling to keep his mind off his throbbing cock and strangely swelling balls. His legs pushed out even wider to accommodate them, bringing another stab of pain. He took another drink from his Margarita to distract himself.

“Speaking of,” Sawyer was saying. “My shoulders’re real sore. Would ya mind giving me a massage, bro?” Before he could answer, he’d lifted his arm off Hai’s shoulders and turned, presenting him with his bare back. He looked over his shoulder, urging, “Go ahead, man. I need this bad!”

Hai flushed, cock threatening to spring free of his jock. His balls swelled again, further straining the beleaguered pouch. If things kept going like this, he would bust out of the man-sized jockstrap in no-time! He sat there, panicked, trying to figure out what to do but his brain was already getting fuzzy from the potent alcohol and he couldn’t think of a suitable exit strategy. Finally, he gave in and leaned forward, placing his hands on Sawyer’s bulging traps.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” his bro moaned, leaning into his grip. When Hai began kneading hesitantly, he begged, “C’mon, dude. Gimme everything ya got!”

Hai flushed, both wanting and not wanting to get closer. His monster-sized bulge was already perilously close to the big jock’s ass. He sat up on his haunches in the swirling water and tilted forward, trying his best to massage while keeping his massive equipment at a safe distance. He would die of embarrassment if Sawyer realized he was turned on!

Sawyer’s broad back was smooth as silk and (as yet) free of tattoos. His pale skin was rosy from the hot water and dotted with freckles. His shoulders were corded with muscle but lower down his midsection grew softer and doughier. Has he put on weight? Hai wondered, shaking his head. Sawyer had always been so lean! He massaged downward, fingers confirming that the big jock had definitely packed on the pounds over the past couple of weeks. For some reason, this only served to make Hai hornier and he convulsed, nearly doubling over as his cock spasmed.

“Everything Ok back there?” Sawyer asked, rolling his shoulders under Hai’s hands. 

“Um, yeah, never better!” Hai lied, panting. The hot water wasn’t helping tame his arousal. He redoubled his efforts, throwing himself into giving Sawyer the best massage ever.

“Good, bro! Good, bro!” the jock praised, sighing contentedly. “You got magic hands!” Heaving more of his body out of the water, he leaned over the side of the tub and invited, “Can ya get my lower back, too? Fuck, I’m so sore!”

Hai’s mouth fell open as his friend’s greatly expanded waistline slowly emerged from the steaming water. Sawyer was well past plump, having gained more than just a few pounds since Hai had last seen him! He couldn’t be sure from behind but he thought the jock was sporting an actual belly.

And there was more.

Hai’s face scrunched up. “What is that? A baseball glove tattoo? But you’re a football player!”

“Catcher’s mitt,” Sawyer confirmed, looking over his shoulder and smiling devilishly.

Sure enough, a very precisely-rendered tattoo of a ball mitt was stenciled on the small of the big jock’s back. Hai was trying to figure out why he would have mitt tattooed onto his back when Sawyer eased more of his bulk out of the water.

He mouthed the word, “C-A-T-C-H-E-R.”

It was tattooed in bold Old German-style calligraphy across Sawyer’s…

“Holy fuck, Sawyer! That’s a real big tattoo. But why–?” His voice choked off as he noticed something else. “Are you wearing panties?”

“It’s a thong, dude,” the jock corrected. “But, yeah, I guess ya could say they’re panties. Like ‘em?” As he was talking, he pulled up further out of the water, exposing the top of his bare ass.

Hai goggled at what had become of the big jock’s formerly tight, muscular butt. It was anything but tight and muscular now! And completely free of hair. And…well, fuck, there wasn’t another way to put it: Sawyer’s ass was huge!

Hai’s mind exploded as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. The baseball mitt. The bold tramp stamp. The lacey pink whale tail of the thong. And those hugely overstuffed, hairless buttocks too big and round and full to be real. They had to be implants. Sawyer had gotten butt implants! And massive ones at that!

“Yer awfully quiet back there, bro.”

Hai shook himself as Sawyer arched his back and thrust out his enormous, wide bottom, shaking his buttocks suggestively. Hai stared as rivulets of water funneled down the small of the big jock’s back and over the frilly waistband of his thong, following the tiny string down into the cleft of those bountiful globes of goodness. His ballooning butt cheeks were incredibly perky and bubbly and hefty, swaying ponderously back and forth.

And then he finally got it.

Hai kicked himself for being so slow. Suddenly, everything made sense. Sawyer’s strange behavior and absence from school, Chanming’s odd comment when he dropped him off, the hot tub, the drinks, the massage…fuck, the invitation to spend the weekend alone together. And, of course, all of the big jock’s mind-blowing body mods…

“Sawyer, are you trying to seduce me?”

The jock stopped wiggling his buttocks long enough to glance over his shoulder and fix him with his wide, innocent blue eyes. “Now whatever would give ya that idea, lil’ bro? I’m just a boy–”

He never finished.

Hai had already launched himself at his giant, perfect ass and was peeling the thong down with his teeth.

***

Chapter 7

Sawyer stopped him, turning and pulling him away from his new, huge, bountiful ass and drawing him in for a tight hug. After initially resisting, Hai finally melted into the embrace. The big jock lay back against the side of the tub, settling Hai against his chest and holding him fondly. Hai’s face was against his neck and he was straddling the jock’s wide belly, his pulsing cock pressing into him. Sawyer’s body was so soft and warm and inviting. He reveled in the feel of the dude’s smooth, hairless skin against his own. He felt safe and protected with those big arms around him, cradling him against the jock’s powerful chest. He didn’t resist when Sawyer slid a big hand down his back and started massaging his butt. He arched his back, inviting the big jock to explore his body.

“Let’s enjoy this for a bit,” Sawyer whispered in his ear. “I’ve been so worried you weren’t into me that I’d forgotten how much I’ve wanted this.”

Hai lifted his head and met those soft, blue eyes and smiled. “Sawyer, yer such an idiot! You could’ve just told me you were gay and wanted to be with me!”

The big jock looked off into the sunset wistfully, finally saying, “Hai, you don’t know what it’s been like. I have never wanted anyone more than you but I’ve been watching you for months. I could tell what you like and I wasn’t it. I knew I had to change myself to make you notice me.” His eyes darted to the side before looking back at him. “‘Sides, I, um, mighta done some…stuff…to change you, too.”

Hai froze as this admission triggered an uncomfortable awareness. “What stuff?” he demanded. “Sawyer! Tell me what you did to me!”

“Nuthin’ you didn’t like!” Sawyer insisted, trying to soothe him by moving both of his giant hands down onto his buttocks. His fingers parted Hai’s muscular cheeks and explored his crack. Hai braced when a thick forefinger scored his tight pucker. “Yer new muscles, beard, height…it’s all because of my nerdy bro’s protein shakes. There was a lot more than just protein in them!”

Hai stifled a moan as he felt his nubile hole part and give way to Sawyer’s probing finger. His head was swimming and it was hard to concentrate on the jock’s words when he was being flooded with such potent desire…which was probably Sawyer’s strategy. Hai was new to all of this; he’d never kissed a boy much less been naked in a hot tub with one!

“…and, well, I don’t know how to say this,” the jock continued, “but I, um, mighta kinda, you know, spiked yer drink just now.”

“You spiked my drink?” Hai found it difficult to be alarmed when Sawyer’s hands were driving him to distraction. His cock was growing harder and longer by the second; he could feel it inching its way out of his jockstrap and soon it was thrusting upward between their bellies. Hai knew that it wouldn’t be long before it had climbed up to their pecs. He scarcely noticed his cock, though; he was too busy enjoying being fingered.

Sawyer was clearly enjoying himself, too, and didn’t reply right away. Finally, he nodded, admitting, “Yeah, I slipped one of my brother’s formulas into yer drink. It’s gonna give ya a swinging pair of bull balls to match yer bull cock.”

“You–Ungh!–what?” The jock’s roving fingers were doing things Hai had never imagined before.

 “You heard me,” Sawyer murmured, cupping Hair’s buttocks and tickling his butthole even more aggressively with his fingers. “Now c’mere and gimme some sugar. There’ll be plenty of time later to be mad at me.”

He lifted his mouth and met Hai’s lips for their first kiss. His lips were soft and full and welcoming and Hai didn’t even mind his beard rubbing against his chin. He met his big friend then in a new and unexpected way, becoming his lover and opening himself in an unguarded way that was unfamiliar and…fun. Even though Sawyer had just confessed to altering his body on the sly, Hai trusted the big jock and realized he kind of liked being his guinea pig. If being altered meant he got to experience this kind of love, then he was fine with it. More than fine, he welcomed it!

When he opened his eyes, Sawyer was crying. He pulled back long enough for the big guy to gasp, “Yer so beautiful, Hai! I can’t believe you an’ me are–”

Hai silenced him with a passionate kiss and they melded, kissing and tonguing and groping each other until it was well past dark. By that time, he was begging the big jock to fuck him. He wanted more than those big, thick fingers inside him. He wanted a cock! He wanted to ride Sawyer’s man-sized cock!

For some reason, Sawyer grew reluctant the more Hai pleaded with him. Finally, he hushed him with a kiss and lifted him in his arms, carrying him inside where he laid him down on a sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. The fire crackled, warm and cheery, casting a soft, orange glow over Sawyer’s hulking body as he stood over him. The jock was immense, his belly jutting out full and round before him. Clad only in the tiny, pink thong, he was completely devoid of hair below the waist, drawing attention to his colorful tattoos and distended nipples with their heavy rings. Hai loved everything about the big jock’s new body, especially his hulking thighs and gut. Just seeing him got him riled up and he couldn’t wait for Sawyer to–

The big jock looked up at the ceiling, abashed, as he revealed, “There’s one more thing you gotta know ‘bout me, Hai, before we go any further. And yer not gonna like it.”

Hai propped himself up on his elbows, listening intently. What new revelation did Sawyer have in store for him now? 

His cock had long since rendered his jockstrap irrelevant; it had fallen off in tatters on the way out of the tub and now his giant horsecock lay fat and pulsing against his chest. The spiked drink had made his balls swell enormously; they were bigger than a pair of mangoes, but–Hai had to admit–now more closely matched the proportions of his cock. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having a giant pair of nuts?

As he stood over him, Sawyer’s gaze inadvertently dropped down to Hai’s giant organ and he flushed. It took him a while to find his voice and, when he did, his tone was muted. “I can’t fuck you,” he said, hanging his head and looking significantly down at his own crotch. “I can’t ever fuck again in fact.” 

Hai started to open his mouth to ask him what he meant but then followed Sawyer’s gaze. His eyes went wide at the sight of the tiny nub barely poking out from the crotch of pink thong. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought the big dude had a pussy. “Sawyer!” he exclaimed. “What happened to you? It looks like you don’t have a–”

“I don’t!” the big guy wailed, eyes filling with tears. “I don’t have a cock anymore, Hai! I’m useless! Completely useless!”

He fell down onto his knees and held his head in his hands, sobbing. “I was so stupid! I didn’t know what I was doing! I did it ‘cuz I hoped you were a top but now I can tell yer not! The signs were there from the start but I fuckin’ ignored ‘em! Yer a big ol’ hungry bottom with a huge dick! It’s not fair! God, I’m such a loser! Oh, fuck! I cut off my dick fer nuthin’!”

“Sawyer, shut up!”

The big jock looked up at him in confusion, eyes rimmed with red and cheeks glittering with tears.

Hai sat up and, reaching out, pulled the big brute on top of him. At first Sawyer resisted but he finally settled his full weight on top of him, pleasantly smothering him. Hai kissed him, teasing his lower lip with little nibbles until the jock responded, opening his mouth and exploring Hai’s mouth with his big tongue. Soon, they were writhing around on the cozy rug and Sawyer had worked more than a couple fingers into Hai’s tight hole. Hai, in the meantime, had worked Sawyer’s panties down his smooth thighs and was rubbing his monster cock against the insignificant nub that was all that was left of the big stud’s former glory. When he was sure that Sawyer was distracted, he flipped him over onto his back and held him down by the arms. 

The big jock stared up at him in surprise as Hai reached over to the fireplace and grabbed a tube of lube he’d spotted out of the corner of his eye. Squirting a glob into his palm, he slathered up his horsecock. It was so big and fat that it took several squirts but, when he was done, his whole shaft glistened in the firelight.

Sawyer was watching with round eyes. His lower lip trembled with expectancy as Hai hefted his big thighs up and over his head and reached down to lube up his eager little manbud. “Hai, you don’t–” he gasped but never finished. Hai had already slicked back his foreskin and was aiming his giant cockhead toward that virgin hole.

“Relax, bro,” he instructed. “It’s gonna fuckin’ hurt like hell!”

Sawyer surprised him. Either the dude had been practicing or he was just naturally malleable; his asslips all but invited his monster inside, swallowing him voraciously as the big jock grabbed Hai’s buttocks and pulled him downward. Hai threw back his head and bellowed like a rutting bull and Sawyer squealed in delight beneath him. 

In a few seconds, they were moving their bodies in tandem as Hai fucked that tight, hungry hole with wild abandon. Sawyer proved anatomically gifted, capable of accommodating every last foot of Hai’s mammoth manhood. His huge nuts slapped loudly against the dude’s newly inflated ass, absorbing the shock of his thrusts. And the whole time Sawyer rewarded him with reciprocal finger fuck, eventually working four of his big digits inside and tickling his aching prostate until he reached a violent climax.

Hai’s juices filled Sawyer’s man cavity, leaking out and pooling beneath them, soaking the rug. Hai wasn’t finished, though. He kept his still-twitching horsecock buried inside Sawyer’s hole while teasing the jock’s nublet with a finger. Sawyer’s formerly huge cock had been reduced in size to just the tip of his circumcised glans. His nutsac had likewise been snipped, leaving just a tight mound for his balls. 

It was the hottest thing that Hai had ever seen and he whooped with victory when cum jetted out of that tiny bump.

Sawyer was crying again when he looked up. Hai smiled, lowering himself down and enjoying the pleasant warmth of the big jock’s belly and the unspeakably beautiful union of having his cock buried inside him. He was merged with Sawyer Tullis, completely merged. He never thought such a feeling was possible and it made him realize that his life had been empty until this moment.

“I love you, Sawyer,” he whispered, pulsing his cock for effect. “I love you more than anything!”

“Even though I don’t have a cock?”

Hai grinned. “‘Specially ‘cuz you don’t have a cock!”

***

Sawyer was the perfect dickless top. He treated Hai like a king, cooking a marvelous dinner and lavishing him with attention and affection. Hai didn’t like being apart from him for a moment and they spent much of the evening joined together, Hai’s huge cock lodged firmly up Sawyer’s ass. They ate and bathed together like that, enjoying several more fucks in the process. Finally, though, they had to draw apart long enough to do the evening chores. Hai followed Sawyer out to the barn and helped him with milk the cows, marveling at how studly his new boyfriend looked in the tightest pair of jeans imaginable. The dude’s incredibly fat ass was mesmerizing and he spent most of the time rubbing his cock at the sight.

The sky had cleared while they were in the barn and a sliver of the moon shone overhead when they emerged. Hai cozied up to Sawyer’s broad back and drew his arms across his big belly, pulling him and his bounteous buttocks against him. Sawyer moaned, guiding one of his Hai’s hands down into his panties and shivering when he rubbed his nublet.

“Yer so big and beautiful and yer mine!” Hai sighed, kissing his ear. “I’m so lucky!”

“No, I’m the lucky one,” Sawyer corrected, turning his head to meet his lips. “I risked everything and still won.”

THE END

Chapter 7 (Alternate Ending)

Note: I wrote this version of the ending first but decided that the story veers too far from the original trajectory. I don’t think the Sawyer in this version matches the Sawyer in the first six chapters. Also, because it’s essentially a reworking of the story, it contains too much exposition. The ending above is a lot, ahem, tighter–narratively speaking, at least. 

That said, this version is still hot (in my opinion) even though it doesn’t ring true to Sawyer’s character. Don’t be surprised if I rework this theme into a new story at some point. It definitely has potential…

***

“Whoa, lil’ bro! Whoa!” Sawyer scolded, stopping Hai when he had nearly succeeded in gnawing through the string of the tiny thong in his desperation to get it off. “It’s my turn now. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this!”

Hai halted, string still between his teeth, and looked up sheepishly. He sat up in the water, pulse pounding in his ears and cock raging against the confines of the jockstrap. His balls were throbbing nearly as much as his dick and felt like they weighed ten pounds each the way they were sagging between his thighs.

“Stand up and let me look at you,” Sawyer instructed. “All of you.”

“Only if you do the same.”

The big jock grinned. “Done.”

With that, he rose out of the water and revealed the entirety of his greatly changed body for Hai’s appreciation. He had put on a bunch of weight and sported a big, round belly that perfectly matched his inflated buttocks. His skin glowed in the dim light, completely shorn of hair and smooth as a baby’s. Everything about him was sexualized to the point of near obscenity. He possessed carnal radiance that was both innocent and lusty. His big muscles combined with the soft padding of fat triggered such a deep and uncontrollable response in Hai that he started to lunge and would have tackled him if Sawyer hadn’t sidestepped him, laughing.

“Hold on, bro! Hold on! We got all weekend. Let’s take this slow. ‘Sides, I want my first time to be tender and sweet.”

Hai splashed back down in the hot tub unhappily. With the alcohol flooding his system, he didn’t have any of his usual self restraint. He was so pissed that it took him a moment for Sawyer’s words to sink in. When they did, he looked up at the jock questioningly. “Your first time? You mean…?”

Sawyer nodded. “Yup. I’m a virgin. Never been bred.”

“Bred?” Hai had barely said the word before he noticed something else about Sawyer. The pouch of his pink thong was incredibly distended…but not in the way he would have expected the big dude’s generous package to fill it up. Rather than the outline of that long trouser snake and huge nuts he was so accustomed to seeing, Sawyer’s bulge was perfectly rounded.

He exhaled, head swimming. All of this was overwhelming and he was having trouble processing it. He sat there studying his bro’s vastly altered body, struggling to make sense of all the changes: His round belly and hugely enhanced buttocks. His piercings and tattoos. The tramp stamp, thong and his complete lack of body hair. He looked both ridiculous and incredibly hot at the same time. It was crazy! Finally, he asked, “Why’d you do all this to yerself, Sawyer?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The big jock’s deep voice was teasing.

“No,” Hai answered, shaking his head. “Not at all.”

Sawyer shivered from the chill of being naked and half out of the warm water. He wrapped his beefy arms around himself but didn’t sink back down into the tub. Instead, he waded over and stood before Hai, challenging him to look away from his changed body. Hai stared up at him, blood thundering through his cock. As he watched, Sawyer opened his arms wide and announced, “I did this all for you, lil’ bro. I wanted to make myself irresistible to you.”

“You did it for…me?” Hai’s mind might be sluggish but he wasn’t that drunk. He exhaled in a long breath as it hit him that not only was Sawyer intent on seducing him tonight but this had been his plan all along. From the very first time he asked him to lift weights, Sawyer had been doing everything possible to make Hai notice and desire him. Hai had just been too clueless to realize it. It had never occurred to him that Sawyer had wanted him. Now that he finally understood, though, he couldn’t stop from smiling. A big, goofy grin spread across his face as he exclaimed, “Sawyer! Yer such an asshole! Why didn’t you just tell me that you were gay and wanted to be my boyfriend?”

Sawyer dipped his head. When he looked back up, his eyes were dancing. “I thought ‘bout it but it wasn’t ready to tell ya until today.” He motioned down to his new bulky, pierced and tattooed body. “There’re a couple reasons. First, I had to figure out what ya find attractive. I’ve been watchin’ ya for the past few months and noticin’ what ya like. After I got ya figured out,  it took me a while–and a lot of money!–to make myself into yer ideal guy.”

Hai could do nothing but nod dumbly. What Sawyer said was true; he really was everything that Hai had ever found hot…all rolled into one super smokin’ sexy dude! It blew his mind to think about the extreme lengths the jock had gone.

“‘Course, remakin’ my bod was only part of the deal,” Sawyer was saying while Hai struggled to take in this revelatory information. “It took time and my nerdy brother’s top secret formulas to remake yer bod, too.”

Hai’s attention snapped back to the big jock at this. “Uh, come again?” he asked, skin prickling.

Sawyer’s smile widened. “Don’t act surprised, bro. Ya know it’s not possible to grow as tall and muscular as ya did without a lotta help, right? What do you think was in those ‘protein shakes’ I kept feeding ya?”

“Well, I–”

“It was a lot more than protein, bro,” Sawyer said, cutting him off. “And you got yer bro, Chanming, to thank for your latest mod. He scared the shit outta me last weekend when he reminded me that yer so young. I had to do sumthin’ to ensure you won’t leave me now that I’ve made a freak outta myself for yer benefit.”

“…my latest mod?” Chanming repeated, mind reeling. Almost nothing Sawyer was saying made sense but a certain pressure…down below…confirmed his suspicion that the dude was up to something. His balls were aching furiously and his cock…Well, let’s just say it felt strange. The way it was straining against his jockstrap was way beyond the usual tension.

Sawyer nodded, placing his hands on his big, round paunch. “This baby is for more than just for looks,” he said, jiggling it up and down. “It’s functional as well as ornamenta, bro. When I called my brother in a panic after Chanming left last Sunday, he sent me a couple new formulas he’s been workin’ on. One for you and one for me.”

Hai swallowed, barely able to do more than gape up at the big jock. This new, cunning and manipulative side of Sawyer was both terrifying and alluring at the same time. He didn’t know whether to be turned on or disturbed.

“Yeah,” Sawyer continued, patting his huge belly appreciatively, “I’ve been taking one of my bro’s formulas to make my internal organs grow and shift around enough to accommodate the results of the formula you’ve been drinking in that Margarita.”

Hai looked over at his half-drunk Margarita and felt his stomach curdle. His cock and balls chose that moment to spasm, heralding Sawyer’s next command.

“Stand up, brah.”

Hai sank back in the tub, fighting a rising sense of dread. “Sawyer, what did you–?”

The big jock advanced on him, shouting, “I said STAND UP!”

Shaking, Hai did as he was told, slowly rising up out of the hot water to stand before Sawyer. He stared over the big jock’s shoulder, refusing to make eye contact or look down at himself even though the force of gravity told him what he could expect to see. His already large equipment was now even bigger…and heavier. His jock was pushed down around his knees, unable to contain the bulbous monster raging between his thighs. He had to spread his legs wide to make room for his new, pendulous pair of bull balls.

Sawyer didn’t notice Hai’s humiliation. His eyes were locked instead on his rampant monster cock, throbbing heavy and fat and long. He licked his lips as he reached down and hefted it out of Hai’s tattered jockstrap, bouncing it up and down in his hands.

“Now that’s a cock!” he praised, causing Hai to moan with unwilling pleasure as he stroked it. “Thick as a fuckin’ log and just as long! Fuckin’ kee-rist! Yer bigger than a fuckin’ bull, man!”

Despite himself, Hai’s gaze dropped downward and he nearly collapsed when he saw what had become of his cock. It was just as Sawyer had described; long and fat as a tree log and covered in mottled black and brown skin. His nuts had swelled bigger than a pair of grapefruits in his sac, swaying back and forth languidly between his hairy thighs.

“Why, Sawyer?” he pleaded, unable to believe what the jock had done to him. “Why did you do this to me?”

Rather than answering the question, Sawyer did something quite unexpected. Out of nowhere, the big jock produced a bit and bridle. Before Hai could react, he slipped the bridle over his head and thrust the bit into his mouth. Attaching the bridle to a lead, he tugged hard and Hai lurched painfully toward the edge of the tub. His eyes flashed evilly as he said, “Trust me, bro. You’ll thank me soon enough. C’mon!”

***

Hai was tied to a post in a shed next to the barn. The bit was hard in his mouth, pulled so far back that he was on the verge of gagging. Farm implements hung from the rickety walls and fresh straw covered the floor. He was naked and his legs were forced wide apart to accommodate his vastly enhanced cock and balls. Sawyer was standing before him in his pink thong with its perfectly round, full pouch. He was grinning from ear to ear. Steam rose off of his bloated, naked body.

As Hai stared, the jock produced a syringe and deftly thrust it into his buttock. He braced. The solution burned like fire as it coursed through his veins and he lifted his head and howled. In moments, his head was swimming and his cock–already achingly erect–jolted even more jarringly awake between his legs. Fighting a herculean battle against gravity, it rose upward until it was pointing at the rafters, screaming for release. The drug worked quickly, shredding his already tenuous self control and exponentially increasing his arousal. His vision washed red and he gasped for air. Being that close to Sawyer was almost unbearable; he could feel the heat emanating from the jock’s beefy body and smell his rich scent.

It drove him mad with lust and he lunged, trying to catch and hold him down.

Sawyer danced away, laughing. “Soon enough, bro! Soon enough!” He paused to inject a syringe into his own arm, explaining, “Gotta put it in my arm cuz’ I can’t poke it in my ass and risk rupturing the implants!”

Hai growled in response. A jet of precum spouted out of his cock, splattering Sawyer’s leg.

“Mmmmm,” the jock purred. “Can’t wait for ya to fill me up with yer loads!”

“GRRRRRRRR!!!”

Sawyer laughed, sounding more than a little giddy. He was shaking by then as the drug he’d injected into his arm took effect. He lifted his great head and sighed, “Ahhhhh, fuck! I can feel my bowels opening up, gettin’ ready for that huge cock!” 

Hai moaned loudly at this, straining against the bit and pawing the straw with his feet. He wanted at Sawyer NOW!

“Just a sec, bro,” Sawyer soothed, turning to face him and placing his hands on the waistband of his thong. “First, I’m gonna tell ya a secret to explain why we’re doin’ this. See, I got a thing fer bulls and their cocks.” He laughed, shaking his head, “If my dad only knew what he did to me, taking me to watch our prize heifer get bred when I was only thirteen. I was so impressionable! It ruined me, bro. Fuckin’ ruined me! I took one look at that bull’s enormous cock and I wanted it. Wanted it bad!”

He paced around Hai, staying just out of reach as he eyed his massive, dripping cock enviously. Hai’s eyes rolled back in his head. His mind had almost stopped working, so potent were the hormones raging through his body. The only thing he knew is that he wanted to get his hands on Sawyer and bury his cock inside that magnificent, fat ass.

“It took me years to figure it out,” Sawyer continued, clearly savoring the moment, “but I finally understood why I hated that fuckin’ cow. It was because she got what I wanted! I wanted that fuckin’ bull to ride me instead! I mean, what did that bitch of a cow have that I didn’t?” He giggled like a little boy, answering his own question. “A gaping pussy big enough to take a giant cock and a bag of udders, that’s what!” (Author’s note: I realize that cows don’t have udder bags until after they have been bred and give birth…just go with it. It’s a fun visual!)

He stepped in front of Hai, fingers poised on the elastic of his thong. Hai stared hungrily at the big, round pouch, drooling. “I almost fergot ‘bout that experience, bro,” Sawyer was saying. His fingers began to slowly pull down on the pouch of the thong, displaying an inch or so of his perfectly shaved pubes. “Until I saw those dick pics on yer phone. As soon as I lay eyes on yer huge tool, the memories came flooding back and I knew I would do anything to ride that cock.”

His fingers continued their inexorable slide downward, exposing more of his shorn pubes and smooth skin. He paused dramatically, though, at the base of his cock, teasing Hai. “Yeah, I have you to thank for triggering those memories and awakening my cock fantasy. Only now it’s not a fantasy ‘cuz that’s a real bull cock ya got there and I’m yer plump lil’ cow complete with a gaping pussy and–” He flipped the thong down, announcing proudly, “A hangin’ bag of udders!”

Hai goggled, a strangled howl emanating from deep in his chest as Sawyer’s surgically-reduced nub was revealed. That nub, really just the glans of his now-circumcised cock, was hot in itself but it was the bloated bag of his nutsack, filled to bursting with silicone, that really got him going. 

He lifted his head and bawled at the top of his lungs as Sawyer turned and grinned over his shoulder. Very coyly, he spread his smooth, beefy thighs wide and pushed his giant globes outward, exposing the sagging ‘udders’ between his legs. He reached back and produced a bottle of lube, drenching it over his backside before slowly unfastening the rope to Hai’s bridle.

“C’mon! Breed my cow pussy, man!” he begged. “Ride me like a bull!”

***

The drugs ensured Hai’s instincts ran rampant while he rode Sawyer’s big, cushiony ass like the rutting bull that the jock wanted him to be. He was neither kind nor gentle as he violently entered the dude’s hole, tearing into him and making him holler pathetically. He drove his new, massively wide and long member deep inside and gloried as he felt the jock’s guts make way for his monster. Sawyer’s brother’s formula had done its job, though, and the big dude was more than capable of accommodating him. His enormous bull balls slapping against Sawyer’s udder bag were a perfect counterpoint to the wild pleasure of driving hard and deep into his molten hot chute.

When he exploded inside him, he bellowed so loudly it got the cows in the nearby barn mooing in response. He swung his head around, bucking hard and thrusting in even deeper, emptying quart after quart of his seed into Sawyer’s gaping and abused pussy. It took forever to drain his hose completely. Finally spent, he collapsed down on top of the dude, pushing him face down in the straw. His semen trickled out around the base of his bull cock as he gasped for air. It wasn’t long before he was rock hard again.

He ended up cumming over a dozen times before the drugs finally wore off. By that point, his mouth was full of blood from the bit digging into his cheeks and Sawyer’s hole was permanently gaping. He kept his monster buried in that warm, wet boy pussy and drew a shuddering breath, feeling his whole body shake with the afterglow of sex. With some urging, he pushed himself up on his hands and Sawyer repositioned his body underneath, expertly keeping Hai’s cock lodged inside him. When he was done, he was lying on his back and gazing up at him with affection. Hai lowered his head when he reached up to remove the bridle and wipe the blood off his face.

Hai grunted, feeling his cock harden again. Sawyer blanched, warning, “Don’t, bro! I can’t take any more!”

“What happened to wanting yer first time to be tencher and sweet?” Hai asked, laughing. “That was probably the roughest way for both of us to lose our virginity.” He massaged his jaw, grimacing at the open sores in his mouth. “Jesus, man, you treated me just like a fucking animal!”

“You did the same to me,” Sawyer pointed out. “And it was fuckin’ awesome! It was everything I wanted it to be! Yer my big, studly bull!”

 “And yer my plump, pink cow,” Hai finished, reaching down to squeeze Sawyer’s silicone-filled udder. He massaged it for a while before letting his fingers slide down to score the tiny nub of the jock’s former man-sized cock. Grinning, he said, “And now it’s time to milk my cow…”

***