Chapter 1

Trey turned over the little pink plastic tub in his hand, examining it closely. It looked just like the tubs of body cream every teenage girl used these days. His own sister had several strewn about the house and apparently so did his friend Brice’s sister because he’d seen a blue one like it when he’d use the bathroom a moment ago.

Turning to Brice who was sitting next to him on the couch in the family’s den, he asked, “So, what is this stuff anyway?”

“It’s an early Christmas present to myself.” When Trey furrowed his brow at this cryptic answer, Brice sighed and rolled his eyes. “What’s on the label, dude?”

“‘Pussy Cream,’” Trey read. “Is this something girls use on their you-know-what?”

“Cunts. They’re called ‘cunts,’ bro.” Brice chided, reaching over to take the cream back. “But, nah, it’s not for girls, bro. It’s for guys.”

“For…guys?” Trey repeated, confused. “But guys don’t have, er, those things!”

Brice was silent for a long time, smirking to himself. Finally, he shifted on the cushion, murmuring, “I got it for Killian.”

Trey sat up straighter. “Your brother? But why?”

Brice didn’t answer right away. Instead, he picked up the remote and scrolled through Netflix, eventually choosing an anime series. As the opening credits rolled, he drawled, “‘Cuz he’s been a total fucking shit and it’s time to take him down a peg.”

Trey stared at him. “I don’t get it.”

“It’s for his dick,” Brice explained, not bothering to look over at him. “It’ll make it shrink and this stuff,” he paused to withdraw another little plastic tub from his other pocket. The tub was identical to the first one except it was blue rather than pink. “This is for me. I’ll be hung like a fuckin’ donkey after I slather it on my pole.”

Skin prickling, Trey plucked the tub out of his friend’s grasp. The label read, ‘Super-size MEat.’ He gaped, convinced he had misread it but there it was in big, bold letters staring back at him. “But th-th-that’s,” he stammered as his beleaguered brain fought to make sense of this craziness. When Brice had invited him over to watch TV, this was the last thing he’d imagined discussing. Usually they talked about girls and how to get into their panties, not Killian, pussy cream or dick-growth lotion. Realizing that Brice was waiting for him to respond, he shook his head, stating, “That’s impossible. There is nothing out there that will make your dick shrink. And the same goes for making it bigger.”

“Twenty bucks says it’ll work,” Brice challenged. “I spent a fucking fortune on these babies. And the guy I bought ‘em from showed me the proof.”

“Proof? What sort of proof?”

Brice took a sip out of a soda can on a nearby table and swallowed, still smirking to himself. “Before and after videos. I found ‘em on the dark web.”

Trey’s mouth fell open. “You bought them off the dark web? Isn’t that risky? And you know you can’t trust videos anymore. They’ve figured out how to fake ‘em.”

“Trust me, bro. These vids weren’t fake. This shit’s gonna work.”

Trey was still unconvinced but decided to play along. “‘Spose it does work,” he began, “how’re you gonna apply the cream on yer brother? Rub it on his dick? Haha!” He elbowed Brice in the ribs, snorting with laughter at the totally gross scenario.

Brice wasn’t laughing. “No,” he replied soberly, “Not me. YOU are gonna rub it on his dick.”

Trey all but leaped off the couch, shouting, “WHAAAT? You’re joking!”

Brice shuddered theatrically. “If you think I’m gonna touch my brother’s cock, you’re crazy! That’s why you’re here. We’re gonna get him stoned and then you’re gonna drench his junk with this shit. When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he’s gonna be a dickless wonder.”

***

“Breathe, man. Breathe.”

Trey scowled, giving his friend the gimlet eye. “I am NOT gonna do it, bro! I’m not gay!”

“Touching another guy’s dick doesn’t make you gay, dude,” Brice reasoned. “‘Sides, nobody’s gonna know besides us and I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Trey protested. “I’ll know!” He crossed his arms, stating emphatically, “I’m not gonna do it! You can’t make me!”

“Aw, c’mon, bro! Ya gotta help me out here! Yer the only one who can jerk–I mean, pull it off.”

“Yer such an asshole,” Trey muttered. His scowl deepened when he looked over and saw Brice’s big, brown eyes were filled with pleading. 

“Pah-lease, bro!” he whined, reaching out to grab Trey’s hand. “Don’t make me get down on my knees and beg!”

Trey snatched his hand back, complaining, “I don’t see why it has to be me.” He thought frantically, finally landing on a plausible exit strategy: Parker Pennington, the one openly gay guy in their high school. “What about Parker? Why don’t you ask him? I bet he’d love to get his hands on your brother’s dick!”

Brice shook his head. “Killian hates Parker. But you’re one of his hockey teammates. He trusts you.”

Trey exhaled in exasperation. “Why’re you doing this to Killian anyway? Why not just ‘super-size’ yer own cock and be done with it?”

“‘Cuz I want him to suffer,” Brice spat with sudden vehemence. “You don’t know what’s like! Ever since he hit puberty and grew that huge schlong, all he does is wave it around in my face. He even hid in the bathroom and took pics of me when I was showering and posted them online…next to pics of himself to show off the contrast.”

“I forgot ‘bout that,” Trey admitted. “That’s gotta suck. He is pretty hung, though.”

Brice’s eyes narrowed. Pulling out the pink tub of pussy cream, he muttered, “Not for long…”

***

It took some doing but they finally managed to lure Killian downstairs with an offer of beer and marijuana. 

“Well?” he demanded, crossing his arms. “Where’s the weed?” 

Killian stood before them dressed only in a pair of red shorts. The shorts were baggy but even so his schlong was so big it pressed luridly against the mesh fabric. Despite his attempts to stop himself, Trey found himself studying it. He’d never really thought much about the dude’s cock but now that he knew what Brice was planning to do, he couldn’t help staring at the hulking beast hanging so tantalizingly close.

Unlike Brice who was blond and slight, Killian was dark-haired and muscular. He lifted weights religiously and followed a strict diet designed to help him bulk up. He was the hockey team’s best enforcer, the one player who could most reliably pulverize the offense. He might still be a junior but he was one of the most popular jocks in school, a prestige he wore like a badge of honor. His cockiness–both in demeanor and in his pants–was legendary. No one owned the locker room, the ice, or the high school hallways like Killian. 

His self-confidence was palpable, emanating off of his body like a potent aura and imbuing him with desirability despite the fact he obviously didn’t spend a lot of time on his appearance. His shaggy, brown hair and beard were unkempt and his torso and legs were covered in thick, untrimmed fur. Even though he was barely seventeen years old, he looked much older. Examining him, Trey could imagine why Brice would find it so challenging having a stud like this for a younger brother. Killian Griggs would make any guy feel inadequate!

“Where’s the weed?” Killian repeated when neither Brice nor Trey replied fast enough. “You know we can’t smoke it down here. Mom’ll sniff that shit out as soon as she gets back.”

Brice opened his mouth to reply but no sound came out. Next to him on the sofa, Trey could tell he’d lost his nerve and couldn’t blame him. There was something about Killian that made his own balls shrink up in their sac.

Killian shook his head, muttering, “What a couple of douchebags! You don’t have any weed, do you? Waste of my fuckin’ time.” 

He  turned and started to stalk upstairs. Brice looked imploringly over at Trey who cast about wildly, trying to figure out a way to get Killian to come back. At the last instant, he had an idea. Grabbing the bag of pot from Brice, he held it up in the air, saying, “Dude, c’mon! The weed’s right here! And we got Febreeze to wipe out the smell. Yer mom won’t smell a thing!”

Killian halted, midway up the stairs. For a moment, it seemed like he would continue ascending but then turned and jogged down the steps, saying, “That’ll work. Let’s do it.”

***

Brice knew his brother well. After about twenty minutes, Killian was crashed out on the couch between them, a half-open can of beer tilting precariously on his lap and a still-smoking blunt between his fingers. Trey reached over and took the blunt, stubbing it out, and then righted the beer can.

He shook his head. “He’s out cold, bro. That weed must be strong!”

Brice smirked. “The best I could afford after blowing all my money on these creams!” 

His voice was slurred and his head listed to the side as he spoke, confirming that he had perhaps overindulged as well. He was, however, more alert than his brother who appeared to be fast asleep. Trey only had a mild contact buzz because he’d pretended to inhale the pot. Now, however, he was regretting this decision because it meant he would be stone cold sober for the next part of their scheme: Slathering Killian’s cock with the dubious ointment. He shuddered, wondering how he let Brice talk him into this.

Intuiting his thoughts, Brice asked, “Ready to go, bro? While you’re stealing Killian’s manhood, I’ll go in the bathroom and super-size mine.”

“Wait!” he exclaimed, feeling queasy. “I gotta take a piss first.”

Brice sighed. “Go ahead but hurry up. I’m not sure how long Killian’ll be out.”

While he was in the bathroom, Brice busied himself preparing Killian. By the time Trey emerged, he had positioned the dude on the floor in front of the television where the anime series was still playing. Killian was lying on his back, mouth wide open, and…completely nude.

Trey froze, momentarily taken aback by the sight of the guy in all of his glory. He didn’t realize that it was possible for a man to have a cock that huge! He’d seen Killian in the locker room plenty of times but hadn’t really paid much attention to him. He knew his cock was legendary but didn’t much care. Now, though.

Fuck, what a cock!

He realized his mouth was hanging open and closed it with a snap, managing to recover before Brice noticed. He didn’t take his eyes off of that enormous schlong, though. How could he? Killian’s dick had to measure more than a foot long soft. And who knows how long and thick and hefty and…

Trey shook himself, uncomfortably aware that his own (much more insignificant) cock was plumping up in his briefs. Stop it! he told himself sternly. You’re not gay! You like pussies not huge, hulking, fat, throbbing… He forcibly turned away from Killian, profoundly uncomfortable with the effect the naked dude was having on his tenuous heterosexuality. What would it be like to…?

Stop!

Trying desperately to stall the inevitable, he asked, “Dude, can I see that dick cream again?” 

Brice’s reaction time noticeably was slower than normal as he dug around in his pocket and pulled out the pink tub. He was handing it to Trey when he stopped him. “Not that one, the blue one.”

 “Why?” Brice might be stoned but he was still sober enough to be suspicious.

“I just wanna look at it,” Trey explained innocently. “Maybe I wanna buy some for myself.”

“You got a spare ten grand lying around?” Brice asked. He did, however, reluctantly hand over the blue tub.

“TEN GRAND?!” Trey shouted, unconsciously clenching the container in his hand. “ Holy shit! That’s how much it cost?”

“Yep. I had to sell my car and cash in a bunch of savings bonds my grandma gave me for college.”

“Fuck, that’s a lot!” Trey rolled the little tub around in his hand, unable to believe that such a tiny thing could possibly be that expensive. Brice wiggled his fingers, urging him to give it back. He sighed and turned slightly to the side before relinquishing it, muttering, “Too rich for me, bro! I’d have to save for ten years! I sure hope it works or yer outta a lot of cash!”

“It’ll work alright,” Brice said confidently, tossing him the pink tub and standing up to head into the bathroom. “Now make sure you cover all of his dick and balls with that stuff, Ok? The dude said to get his butt, too.”

“His butt?!” Trey repeated. “But why?”

Brice shrugged. “Dunno. He just said to do it. Said the results are worth it.”

***

Trey stared at the supine stud before him for a long time before reluctantly opening the little tub and dabbing his fingers into it. The cream tingled on his fingertips. Maybe I should use rubber gloves, he wondered. How did he know that the cream wouldn’t affect his junk, too? Squinting, he read the directions printed in microscopic font on the side of the container and sighed with relief. According to the instructions, it only worked if applied directly to the penis, testicles, anus, and buttocks. Feeling slightly better, he turned back to Killian, steeling his resolve.

The dude was still passed out, sleeping soundly on the floor in front of him. His ripped body was covered with copious hair and his pubes were woolly in the extreme. It was hard to believe he was only seventeen! His beard was fuller than Trey’s who could only manage to grow a dusting on his cheeks. It was hard not to feel envious when presented with such a fine specimen of manhood. Trey couldn’t imagine what it would be like having Killian as a younger brother. Brice could hardly be blamed for wanting to take the dude down a notch.

More than a notch if this stuff works!

Trey sighed and squared his shoulders. Let’s get down to business…

***

Killian got hard as soon as Trey’s touched his cock. He had only just started to rub the thick, cloying lotion onto the dude’s shaft when it sprang erect in his grasp. Trey was so startled by the immensity of it that he almost dropped it. Almost. The truth was that as humiliating as it was for him to touch another guy’s junk, he was also captivated. He knew that no one was forcing him to help Brice. He could easily have stood up and marched out of the house as soon as his friend asked him to do this.

But he didn’t.

What did that say about him? Was he gay or just curious? And, setting aside the question of his sexuality, why was he doing this to Killian? If the cream worked, it would ruin his life! He would never be the same again. In fact, he would be the laughingstock of the whole school when people found out that he was dickless. And he knew that Brice would expose him, too. Brice had a mean streak that didn’t come out very often but he could be heartless if he felt he’d been wronged. On some level, Trey had known that Brice would do something to get back at Killian after the dude posted those side-by-side nude photos of them on Twitter, he just hadn’t expected this!

Fifteen inches.

He was holding fifteen inches of hard, throbbing cock in his hand!

Trey’s neck and face grew hot and his breath became shallow. Killian’s huge cock dwarfed his hand. Fuck, it dwarfed his whole fucking arm! The monster was thicker than his bicep! And that foreskin! Shit, it was longer than a fucking sleeve!

He lost himself in stroking that massive organ, dabbing on more and more cream until it was completely oiled. Then, keeping one hand on that beautiful slab of manhood and jacking slowly, he slathered Killian’s balls, slowly moving downward. When his fingers scored the tight pucker of the jock’s hidden manbud, both Trey and Killian let out a low moan.

Trey stiffened, mortified that he was getting off by fingering a guy’s asshole and worried that Killian was waking up…but the guy didn’t stir. He exhaled slowly, aware that his hands were shaking but unable to stop jacking and finger-fucking the unconscious jock.

I’m a terrible person!

Knowing he had to cover the dude’s buttocks with the stuff, too, he released his hold on that magnificent cock long enough to move Killian’s knees upward. This allowed him full access to the dude’s pert butt. For such a beefy guy, Killian’s ass was remarkably tiny. It didn’t take long for Trey to anoint every last inch of it with the miracle cream. When he was done, Trey resumed jacking him with one hand while moving his finger back down to the jock’s hot hole. A tremor passed through Killian’s body as he pushed inside, his incredibly tight sphincter clamping down with surprising vigor. Trey persisted, though, and soon he’d worked his entire index finger inside.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I feel so dirty!

His own cock was rock hard in his tight briefs as he jacked Killian harder and harder, pushing his finger ever deeper. When he finally scored the hard nub of the dude’s prostate, Killian braced and let loose with a gushing fountain of cum that christened his chest, face and half of the sofa behind him. Startled, Trey dropped the giant hose and yanked his finger out of the jock’s hole just as Brice emerged from the bathroom.

He hung his head, embarrassed and ashamed of himself for being caught pleasuring his best friend’s little brother but Brice was unfazed. In fact, he seemed delighted.

“Fuckin’ pefect!” he praised. “I forgot to tell ya it works best if he cums!”

Trey smiled wanly, gaze returning longingly to Killian’s gorgeous cock. Was it his imagination or did it already seem to be shrinking? Even though it was still mostly hard, it had retracted down to a much humbler size. By the time Trey pulled the jock’s red shorts back on, Killian’s dick was scarcely bigger than average. Brice was too preoccupied with feeling his own junk (‘I swear my dick’s getting bigger already, bro!’) to notice but Trey felt a stab of regret along with a wave of disorientation. The whole night had become surreal on so many levels that he felt his hold on reality fraying.

Maybe he would wake up in the morning and discover it had only been a really long, crazy dream…

***

Trey slept the night on Brice’s bedroom floor, waking to a loud howl coming from the bathroom down the hall: “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!??? NOOOOOOOOO!!!”

He sat bolt upright on the floor, heart pounding. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what he’d done the night before. When he did, a wave of nausea passed over him. So, I didn’t dream it…

If Trey was sickened, Brice was in quite the opposite mood. Sitting up in bed with a broad smile on his face, he crowed, “Looks like the pussy cream worked! The fucker got exactly what he deserved!”

The howling from the bathroom continued for a long time until Trey heard footsteps followed by Brice’s mom’s worried voice. “What’s wrong, Killian? Are you Ok?”

Killian didn’t answer right away but his howling did trail off. After a long pause, he managed to choke out, “I-I-I-I’m f-f-f-fine. I just hit, um, my head in, uh, the shower.”

Trey’s gut twisted with guilt at these words. Of course, Killian wasn’t going to tell his mother that his dick had disappeared! No guy would reveal such a shameful thing. He couldn’t help putting himself in the poor dude’s shoes, waking up to find his mammoth dick was no more. When he caught himself wondering what it looked like, he shook his head angrily even as he became aware of his own dick hardening at the thought. 

Wait.

What?!

Holy shit!!

His cheeks glowed with excitement as the radically different sensation…down there…flooded his system and he remembered the little switcheroo with the blue tubs he’d pulled the night before. At the time, he’d thought nothing of it, being convinced that his friend had paid for snake oil. But now…IT REALLY FUCKING WORKED!!!

He gathered the sheet strategically around his crotch and pushed himself off the floor, getting ready to make his exit–He couldn’t wait to get home and play with his new pet anaconda!–when Brice stopped him. Leaping out of bed and whipping down his boxers, he stuck his crotch in Trey’s face, demanding, “Look at it! I swear I’m getting bigger!”

Trey turned away, embarrassed by the sight of his friend’s pathetic little cocklet. He knew with absolute certainty that it was exactly the same size as the night before. The tub of skin moisturizer Brice had been tricked into using was, of course, completely ineffective as a penis enhancer. But there was no way he would reveal that to Brice!

Keenly aware of the much, much, much heavier organ hanging full and fat and long between his legs, he lied, “You know what? You’re right! Good on you, man!”

Brice beamed with this praise, wagging his nub proudly back and forth and bragging, “That’s right! Look at me! I’m the man! Brice Griggs is the big man now!”

Trey glanced off to the side. “Gosh, buddy! I’m so envious! I wish I could stick around and celebrate with you but I gotta get going.”

Brice barely heard him. He was too busy strutting around, whooping loudly. Trey watched him with a hangdog grin while he dressed. He was glad he’d worn baggy sweats and his friend was so distracted because otherwise the proof of his giant-sized cock would have been immediately obvious. As it was, it took all his concentration and some artful subterfuge to sidle out of the bedroom without Brice catching on. 

When he passed the bathroom door, he could still hear Killian’s muffled sobs and felt momentarily sorry. The feeling didn’t last, though. By the time he shuffled out of the house and onto the snow-covered sidewalk, breath fogging in the chilly December air, he was giddy with glee. The capstone was when he realized that his gait had changed and he would be forced to walk bowlegged for the rest of his life to accommodate his huge, new monster.

It was worth it, though.

It was totally fucking worth it!

No price was too high for the miracle Brice had given him. 

A big, silly grin split his face as Trey thrust his burgeoning crotch forward and prepared to meet his brand new life head on.

***

Chapter 2

Killian’s life was over.

He sat in the exam room at the urgent care clinic near his house wearing only a tiny gown and his boxers. (Boxers that were totally empty in front and way too tight in back.) Just getting into the exam room had been beyond humiliating. He’d shown up at the clinic breathless and irrationally hopeful that his condition was temporary but the first nurse to examine him had shattered those illusions. Asking him what the problem was, he had fallen silent, hanging his head.

“If I am going to help you,” the nurse had said, “I need to know what your problem is.”

Killian had looked up and then turned away, unable to meet the man’s gaze. How in the fuck could he tell the guy that his cock had turned into a pussy…and his ass. Fuck, god only knew what had happened to his ass! 

The nurse had crossed his arms and sighed, clearly impatient for Killian to get to the point…or, rather, the lack of it. Finally, he’d cleared his throat and stammered, “It’s-It’s-It’s my–,” his voice broke off and he stared down at the floor. When tears filled his eyes, he shook his head angrily. He wasn’t a crybaby! He’s wasn’t!

“Your…?” the nurse offered. He sounded bored.

Killian took a deep breath and shrugged off his winter coat (which was strategically long enough to cover his crotch) and wordlessly unlaced his sweatpants with shaking hands. He gritted his teeth when he got to his boxers, fighting against the urge to keep himself covered. There was no way he could show this dude his crotch. No way!

When he stalled, the nurse took matters into his own hands. “May I?” he asked, barely waiting for Killian to nod before pulling back the elastic band and peering inside. There was a long pause and then, “Ah, I see. You’re menstruating. I know it’s uncommon for transgender men to get their periods when they’re taking testosterone but it can happen from time to time. Is that why you’re here?”

Killian gaped at him and then looked down at himself, realizing for the first time there was a small amount of blood staining the front of his boxers. “M-M-Menstruating?” he repeated, completely dumbfounded. (This could not be happening!) Then something else the nurse had said struck home. “B-B-But I’m not transgender! I’m a real man!”

The nurse’s initial confused look rapidly shifted to compassion. “Transgender men are real men,” he soothed. “Having a period doesn’t change that.” Killian’s mouth dropped open as the nurse continued, “I take it you haven’t menstruated in a long time? Are you cramping? Experiencing significant pain?” When this was met once again with stunned silence, he turned and pulled a gown out of a nearby drawer, handing it to Killian. “Please change out of your clothes and put this on. I will get the doctor.”

The doctor knocked on the door nearly an hour later. By that time, Killian was a wreck. He was sitting there on the exam table, holding his knees and shivering uncontrollably. He felt weak and feverish and nearly jumped out of his skin when the woman stepped inside.

“My name is Dr. Kamala Quinn,” she announced, holding out her hand. “I’m an OB/GYN. How can I help you?”

***

Killian left the clinic with the new sensation of a tampon stuck up inside him and the fresh humiliation of a pelvic exam. In the end, Dr. Quinn had sent him away with a prescription for anti-anxiety meds and an appointment with a psychiatrist. “Even men like you who are very far along in their transition can get overwhelmed,” she’d told him soberly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to seek help and ask for support. I’m here if you need me.” She had stopped him when he turned to go, adding, “Oh, and get some pads. And you might find they stick better if you’re wearing pant–er, I mean, briefs.” Killian’s shoulders had fallen and he’d stumbled out of the room, more convinced than ever that his life was over.

In a state of numb disbelief, he drove through newly fallen snow to the Target on the edge of town. The doctor was right; he needed to get tighter underwear right away because…well, he didn’t want to think about it. Unfortunately, he didn’t own any briefs; his underwear drawer was filled with boxers. The mere prospect of the crotch of his sweats becoming stained with blood was enough to propel him to the feminine hygiene aisle.

Every step was a reminder of what he’d lost–and gained–overnight. His sweatpants clung to his huge butt, stretching to the breaking point. The worst part was that this meant they were pulled flat in front, making it clear to everyone what he lacked. He pulled the hem of his parka down over his crotch and shoved a box of pads and tampons in his shopping basket before waddling off to the underwear section, his unnaturally large buttocks swaying behind him. 

Finding briefs with a generous enough butt area and a slim waist was a chore but he eventually found some, grimacing at the idea of wearing such unmanly garments. When he was ready to check out, he headed for the self-scanning registers. He was not going to let a cashier catch him buying, uh, the things he needed for his…well, you know.

After leaving the shopping center, he felt lost and unmoored and drove aimlessly around town, eventually making his way to the high school. Hockey practice didn’t start for hours but the building was open and he passed easily through security when he explained he was there to use the hockey rink. The rent-a-cop recognized him as the star player and ushered him inside, playfully batting his arm. Killian gave him a wan smile and continued on, uncertain why he was even there.

Thanks to the gift of a local billionaire, the school had a full-size hockey rink and one of the best hockey teams in the conference. This had changed Killian’s life. His mom had taught him how to skate when he was three and enrolled him in hockey lessons when he demonstrated a natural mastery of the ice. Unlike his older brother who preferred intellectual pursuits, Killian was a jock through and through. He only felt truly alive when he was pulverizing his opponents and showing off his huge piece. 

He scowled at this last thought. Now he could only do one of those things…

The locker room was blessedly empty when he entered and he tugged off his street clothes in a daze, studiously avoiding looking down at himself. Between the insistent pressure of the tampon…down there…and the languid heaviness of his buttocks, he was in enough misery and didn’t need to add visuals to complete the humiliation.

He put on his jock and cup, stuffing it with a dirty sock. He knew he didn’t need to wear one anymore but the reassuring tug of the straps across his butt cheeks and the snug grip of the cup lifted his sagging spirits (and ass) a little. He could still pretend he was a big, hung stud even if the truth was exactly the opposite. 

Somehow he managed to squeeze his big butt into his uniform and lace up his pants. He found himself out on the rink a while later, skating lazy circles on the ice and gripping his stick like a baby blanket. The frictionless glide of his skates on the ice was almost as soothing as the solid heft of his stick. It helped ground him and for a time he almost forgot about his horrendous predicament. Almost.

Eventually, the rest of the team arrived and the coach divided them up for the usual Saturday afternoon scrimmage. As soon as the puck hit the ice, Killian pulled down his face guard and was surprised to find his malaise disappear, being replaced by a familiar alpha male dominance. He let it take hold and reveled in the transformation. For a brief, delirious time he was his old self, a rampaging monster on the rink who utterly destroyed anyone who dared get in his way.

While he knew that everyone noticed his new, huge ass, only a couple of the guys were brave enough to tease him about it. They quickly regretted doing so. He jammed his stick in the crotch of the first guy and punched the second in the groin, earning a trip to the penalty box. He didn’t give a fuck because it was totally worth it. No one made fun of Killian Griggs. No one!

When practice drew to a close, he grew despondent, worrying about how to handle the locker room. He knew there was no way he could hide his huge butt but his–Ugh!–pussy was a different matter. He would sooner die than let everyone know he was no longer a man! 

But what could he do? 

The locker room was wide open and the showers were even worse: Not a wall or partition to hide behind. He could probably keep his crotch covered while he changed but his teammates would soon grow suspicious if he skipped the showers; they were used to him strutting around the locker room like a peacock with his cock and balls swinging free.

Fuck, oh, fuck! What was he going to do?

He ended up dallying on the ice long after the last of his teammates had retreated to the locker room. He knew he couldn’t hide after every practice or game but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. Once he was certain the locker room was empty, he skidded off the rink and headed to the showers.

Success!

The showers were empty.

He removed his gear quickly, sighing with exasperation when he realized he needed to use two towels now to cover his huge butt. He made a quick stop in the restroom to pull out his tampon (grimacing and closing his eyes as he did so) and headed into the showers. Choosing the spigot in the corner and keeping his back firmly to the door, he soaped up and rinsed off. He kept his eyes shut the whole time, gritting his teeth. When he was finally forced to lower his hands…down there…he nearly burst into tears.

This wasn’t fair!

What had he done to deserve this?

***

Trey Da Silva was shaving at the sink when he got out of the showers. Killian froze, heart pounding in his chest at the sight of the guy. He had thought the locker room was empty! Fuck why did Trey have to be there? All Killian wanted was to privacy! The last thing he wanted was to be seen naked in his current humiliating state. He cinched his towels more snugly around his waist and clenched his jaw. 

Oblivious to his inner torment, Trey greeted him with a lift of the chin in the mirror and went back to shaving.

Killian cleared his throat and tried to sound nonchalant. “S’up, bro?”

“Not much,” came the gruff reply. Like Killian, Trey wasn’t much for words. He surprised him a moment later, though, by stating, “Man, that weed was da bomb last night! I’m still fuckin’ blitzed.”

Killian didn’t know how to reply to this. In his mentally scrambled state, he’d completely forgotten about getting high with Trey and Brice the night before. Now that he thought about it, though, he couldn’t help wondering about something and let his gaze drift downward. From this vantage point, he couldn’t get a good look at Trey’s crotch without being obvious but he could see the dude’s towel-wrapped butt. Hmmm, it was kind of big. Yeah, now that he examined it, it was pretty beefy and muscular. Not as huge and bouncy as his own but definitely not small. He couldn’t remember noticing Trey’s ass before–Why would he?–but, for all he knew, it had grown overnight just like his. Trey shifted just then and his big man-ass pressed more firmly against the towel, causing Killian’s eyes to widen. That was a really nice ass!

Realizing he was staring, he dropped his gaze. The sight of Trey’s ripe, firm buttocks was having an alarming effect on his, er, whatever that thing was down there that had replaced his cock. It was entirely new and unexpected sensation that felt like…felt like…FUCK! Oh, Jesus, what the fuck was happening to him!?

“Earth to Killian,” Trey teased. “Where are you, bro?”

Killian straightened, embarrassed and ashamed. Why was so preoccupied with Trey and his ass? And why did the sight of the–Ungh!–deliciously firm and meaty ass make him so hot…and wet. He shivered, clamping down on his tongue to distract himself from the trickling warmth spreading through his pelvis. “Yeah, I’m wiped out, too,” he mumbled, staggering over to his locker and fiddling with the padlock. He intended to leave it at that but surprised himself by venturing, “Um, hey, Trey, about that weed…?”

Trey looked up from the sink, meeting his gaze in the mirror. If he was aware of Killian’s close scrutiny and arousal, he didn’t show it. “Yeah?”

“Did you, um, notice anything…weird…after smoking it?”

Trey shook his head. “Nah, other than feeling kinda loopy today. You?”

Killian noticed then that, in addition to possessing a very nice backside, Trey Da Silva was also quite handsome. His long, black hair was swept back and his big, brown eyes were soft, almost soulful. Everything about him was pleasing: His broad shoulders, narrow waist, beefy legs, and rich brown skin. Killian’s cheeks colored when he caught himself wondering what Trey looked like without the towel hiding his…

Realizing the dude was still waiting for his reply, he shook himself and debated how much of his horrible transformation he should reveal. He didn’t know Trey that well but he’d always liked him. More than that, he trusted him. There was something about the guy that put him at ease. “Uh, yeah,” he finally managed to choke out, “my ass.”

“Your ass?”

Killian’s cheeks were burning in earnest now. He was keenly aware of Trey’s eyes on him as he motioned down to his towel-clad butt. “You mean you haven’t noticed? I can’t fit in my fuckin’ jeans anymore!”

Trey blinked. “Really? You think the pot had something to do with that? I know it can give you the munchies and even make a guy grow bitch tits but I’ve never–”

“I know, right?” Killian interrupted, resisting the panicked urge to look down at his nipples and see if they had grown bigger, too. “Maybe my butt was getting bigger for a while and I just noticed?”

“Hockey butt.”

Killian looked over at Trey questioningly. “Uh, come again?”

Trey smiled. “It’s called a ‘hockey butt,’ dude. You’ve never heard of that before?”

“Uh, is that a thing?”

“Yep, it’s a thing alright,” Trey said, smile broadening. 

For some reason, Killian found himself returning the smile. Grinning, he turned back to his locker, saying, “Thanks, man. That makes me feel better. I got a hockey butt!”

“Yes, you do!” Trey agreed, a little too forcefully. This time, it was his turn to blush. He paused before adding in a small voice, “It looks good on you.”

Killian stood up straighter, pushing his shoulders back proudly with these words. He had no idea why but hearing these words from Trey made his day. He even forgot about his missing cock…for a few seconds. And when Trey followed this with an invitation to hang out downtown, he accepted without a second thought.

“I’m, um, meeting my boyfriend tonight at the Christmas Market,” he revealed after Killian agreed. “But first I have to get a haircut and grab a bite.” He turned and inclined his head with sudden formality, adding, “I would take great pleasure if you were to accompany me, Mr. Griggs.”

Killian was taken aback both by Trey’s funny manner and his admission of homosexuality. Feeling heat creeping up his neck for unknown reasons, he breathed, “You’re gay? Who is your boyfriend?”

Trey nodded, mouth quirking. “Gay as the day is long…or maybe that’s short give how close we are to the winter solstice?” He laughed at his little joke and then Killian’s heart skipped a beat when he continued, “Or maybe I should say I’m more bi than gay? I confess I still have a taste for pussy. If only guys had pussies!” He snorted and Killian blanched, wondering frantically, ‘Does he know what happened to me?!’ But Trey’s face betrayed no hint of mockery and he met Killian’s scrutiny only with a beautiful openness, adding, “And, as for my boyfriend,  I’ll make sure to introduce you to him. I’m sure you’ve met him before.”

Killian blinked, uncertain how to reply to this. Finally, he managed to stammer, “Uh, wow, Ok. I had no idea ‘bout you being gay or having a boyfriend but it’d be cool to meet him.“ He was surprised at the little stab of jealousy he felt at the prospect. Why did he care if Trey had a boyfriend? It wasn’t like he wanted to date him or anything…

***

“You Ok in there?”

Killian grimaced in pain, sitting on the toilet and fighting off twin sensations of revulsion and nausea. He’d retreated into a stall in the bathroom to get dressed–There was no fucking way he was going to let Trey see him naked!–and to insert another tampon. The sight of his naked body was enough to make him sick…and then there were the cramps.

He heard Trey’s footsteps grow closer and sat up abruptly, shouting, “I’m fine! Fine! Just gimme a minute.”

Trey stopped outside the stall. Killian could see his big feet clad in snow boots under the gap between the stall door and the floor. “You sure, man? Are you sick?”

“No!” Killian said a little to forcefully. He took a breath and forced himself to continue in a calm voice, “I’m really fine. I’ll be out in a sec.”

“I’ll wait.”

Killian scowled, wishing Trey would just leave him alone. He waited, hoping that Trey would get bored and move on, but the boots stayed put. When Trey spoke again, his deep voice was filled with such palpable concern that it brought tears to Killian’s eyes. He shook his head, angry with himself for being so emotional. I’m turning into a fucking girl! he thought angrily. I even have the pussy to prove it!

“Killian,” his friend coaxed, “let me help you.”

Killian sighed and stood up, ignoring the cramps. He pulled up his new briefs, gritting his teeth when they barely stretched over his huge buttocks. Then he jammed a panty liner over his…you-know-what…and then stuffed the pouch of the briefs with a couple socks, positioning them carefully to approximate the size and shape of his former glory. When he was satisfied, he stepped into his sweatpants. Or tried to.

They ripped down the back when he forced them over his butt.

“FUCK!!!”

This was enough for Trey. He pushed open the door of stall, soothing Killian when he tried to slam it shut again. “Dude, dude! It’s alright! I’m here for you.”

“Why?” Killian demanded, voice cracking. “Why do you care? Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you’re my friend.”

Killian stopped wrestling with the door and let his hands fall to his side. Looking down at himself, he moaned, “I hate myself! I fucking my butt and my…” His voice trailed off. He didn’t have the balls (literally) to complete the sentence.

Trey reached out and took his hand, helping him out of the stall. Killian stepped out of the shreds of his sweatpants and allowed the guy to lead him over to his locker. “Well, I think you’re a total stud,” Trey declared, looking Killian up and down appraisingly. “And I’m gonna prove it to you.”

***

“I don’t feel like a stud.”

Trey looked over at him and winked, saying, “Maybe you just need to expand your definition? Those tights are super studly on you.”

Killian was waddling along beside Trey as they made their way downtown. The sidewalk was slippery with ice and he’d been forced to grab Trey’s arm several times already to keep from falling. He hated his huge butt! He hadn’t noticed it when he was on the ice but on land it destroyed his sense of balance. The black Under Armour tech tights that Trey had given him to wear didn’t help. The skin-tight fabric clinging to his ass only made him more self-conscious. He felt like a fat, ugly troll next to the elegant Trey Da Silva.

He glanced over at his friend and noticed for the first time that Trey was walking differently, too. Like he was bow legged or something. Rather than ungainly, though, it made him seem more manly. Confident. In charge. In other words, the exact opposite of Killian.

Trey wore a red knit hat and scarf and a navy peacoat that reached down to his knees. When he noticed Killian shivering, he stopped inside a nearby clothing store and emerged a few minutes later with a pair of gloves, a hat, and a scarf that matched his own. Placing the hat over Killian’s unruly locks, he smiled.

Killian looked away at first but then met his gaze, cheeks flushing. How could he not have realized before today that Trey had the most beautiful eyes? And those eye lashes! They were longer than his sister’s. Trey was also the same height as Killian which meant that they were eye-to-eye, nothing getting between them, nothing to distract them from the intimacy of the moment. Trey’s eyes crinkled and Killian’s heart skipped a beat.

Breaking eye contact, he stammered, “Er, uh, thanks for buying me this stuff. It’s really great.”

Trey executed a little bow. “My pleasure. Now, we’re close to the barber shop. Will you help me pick out a new hairstyle? I want to impress my boyfriend.”

***

Killian stared at Trey, breathless.

“Well? You like?”

Killian swallowed, feeling the earth move beneath his feet. Wordlessly, he plopped down in the chair next to Trey’s. He was barely aware of the barber placing the apron around his neck.

Trey chuckled at his reaction. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He spun around in his chair and examined himself in the mirror, smiling up at the barber gratefully. “Yeah, I like it, too. Killian, my man, you have great taste.”

Killian flushed with the praise. When he’d picked the textured comb-over from the poster on the wall, he’d had no idea that it would look so sexy on Trey. His friend’s dense, black hair was trimmed in a tight fade on the sides but the barber had left it long on top, sweeping it rakishly up and over. He’d left a little curl just over his forehead that was driving Killian wild.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Killian looked up to see Trey examining the same poster. Holding his chin thoughtfully, he scanned through the photos of haircuts, eventually placing his finger on one. 

“This one,” he stated. “And this beard style. His beard’s a mess.” The barber nodded and got to work.

***

They walked out of the barber shop a half hour later with Killian feeling like a brand new man. His unruly brown hair had been cropped down to tight but stylish curls and his beard was sculpted, short on the sides but long enough on the chin for the barber to tie into a knot.

“You look like a fucking warrior, man!” Trey had praised, making Killian blush. “I wish I could grow a beard like that!” When he took Killian’s gloved hand and kissed it, Killian didn’t resist. Resist? Fuck, he did the opposite. He all but fell into Trey’s big, strong arms. Only when Trey kissed him lightly on the lips did he pull back in surprise. “What’s wrong?” Trey teased. “Am I that bad of a kisser?”

Killian looked down. “No, I’ve…just never…well, you know.”

“What? Kissed a boy?”

Killian nodded, still unable to look Trey in the eye. “It’s, I mean, I’m not…” His voice trailed off before he recovered enough to say, “What about your boyfriend?”

For some reason this made Trey smile. “Fair enough,” he said, letting go of his hands and taking a step backward, much to Killian’s disappointment. If Trey was frustrated by his reluctance, though, he couldn’t tell. Smiling brightly, he pulled out his phone and lay his arm across Killian’s shoulders, saying, “Now let’s take a selfie and slay my followers on Instagram with our stunning good looks!”

***

Chapter 3

Killian fell in love with Trey Da Silva that evening. It was one of those rare, magical times when everything was perfect. The sun broke through the clouds as they neared downtown and they were momentarily illuminated in blazing orange light as snowflakes drifted down from the parted clouds above. Instinctively, Killian reached over and dusted the flakes out of Trey’s hair and earned a brilliant smile as a reward. God, Trey was just so beautiful!

He lifted his nose and smelled ginger and cloves just as his ears picked up the sound of holiday music. They were nearing the Christmas Market that the city erected each December in homage to the town’s German roots. Killian hadn’t visited it since he was a little boy but now that he was here with Trey, he wondered why. 

A huge pine tree towered overhead, its boughs laden with snow and sparkling lights. Off to the side, red-painted stalls filled with holiday wares, gifts and treats were adorned with ornaments and evergreen garlands. A carousel loaded with giggling children astride whimsical beasts spun round and round while parents snapped photos. Teens and young adults skated around an improvised ice rink while others sipped hot cocoa, looking on from tables clustered around outdoor heaters. Killian forgot all about his missing penis and found himself laughing merrily. It felt so good to be alive!

“Glühwein,” Trey stated, pointing toward a nearby stall. “We need Glühwein.”

Before Killian could resist, he grabbed his hand and hauled him over to the booth where a young woman dressed in a red and green dirndl was serving fragrant mulled wine and cider. Trey sidled up to the counter and favored her with a winsome smile. “Hey, Liesl,” he murmured in a throaty voice, “how ‘bout you pour my man and me a couple of Glühweins? Just make sure you put ‘em in the cider cups ‘cuz we’re underage.” The woman smiled and nodded, turning her back while she poured the illicit beverages. Trey slipped her an extra ten dollars after she handed them the steaming mugs. Winking, he offered one to Killian who received it gladly.

“Here’s to us,” Trey announced, raising his mug. “And a very merry Christmas!”

Killian looked down, momentarily overcome with emotion. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried but today he grew teary eyed every time Trey looked at him. Almost at the same moment, he became aware of a tingling warmth between his legs and remembered his private curse. He stifled a sniffle of despair.

“You Ok?” Trey inquired, reaching out to cup his cheek with a gloved hand. “You look so sad!”

Killian shook his head, shaking the tears out of his eyes and smiling wanly. “I’m fine,” he muttered and raised his mug. “I’m just…I guess I’m just happy.”

There was that smile again! Trey had such a sexy smile! And those lashes…Jesus but Trey had the longest lashes! And when the boy drew his brows together and fixed him with those gorgeous brown eyes? Killian’s knees grew weak and it was all he could do to keep himself from falling into his arms.

“Good. I’m happy, too.” 

Trey’s voice was a deep rumble and his eyes danced in the twinkling lights. He clinked his mug against Killian’s and then raised it to his lips, swallowing the mulled wine with relish. Killian watched enraptured as his big adam’s apple bobbed alluringly up and down. He shivered, crotch growing more moist by the moment. He was going to need to replace the pad in his briefs if his new pussy kept this up!

Trey lowered his mug and gazed inquiringly at him. Killian gave a start, realizing he’d been staring, and took a sip of his wine, feeling a little thrill at drinking alcohol so publicly. The wine was delicious, both tannic and sweet on his tongue. The spices gave it an extra, festive flourish. He loved it!

“When I was a kid,” Trey mused, gazing out at the carousel and the skaters on the ice, “my parents would take me and my sister here every Christmas. My mom is from Germany and says the markets there are similar but much bigger.” He sighed and leaned against the stall, a faraway look in his eyes.

“You wanna skate with me?” Killian didn’t realized he suggested it until he heard the words come out of his mouth. Eyes going round, he stammered, “I-I-I mean if your boyfriend won’t mind…”

Trey laughed and placed his mug of wind on the counter. He was reaching out to take Killian’s hand when he looked up and smiled, saying, “Ah, look who’s here!”

Killian looked beyond Trey and spotted a young guy striding towards them. He froze and his heart fell. It was Parker Pendleton, the class nerd and one of the only openly gay guys in their high school. Parker was perhaps the last person Killian wanted to see at that moment.

It got worse.

He watched in disbelief as Parker’s face lit up at the sight of Trey. And then he waved to him like he would a good friend. A good friend…or a boyfriend?

A boyfriend.

Shit, a boyfriend!

A wintry pall settled over Killian as he felt the perfect evening crumbling into so much dust. He couldn’t believe it: Parker Pendleton was Trey’s boyfriend!

“Parker!” Trey called out, running up and catching the little guy in a lingering hug while Killian looked on, scowling and grinding his teeth. “You got my text?”

Parker nodded, giggling. Killian’s jaw tightened and his jealousy spiked when Parker reached up and mussed Trey’s hair. “OMG!” he squealed, “I love yer new do!”

Trey laughed and laid his arm over Parker’s shoulders, turning back toward Killian who was glaring at them, stone-faced. Killian clenched and unclenched his hands, seething with rage. When Trey had announced that he had a boyfriend, he had been startled and maybe a little jealous but nothing prepared him for the feelings of hatred that boiled up inside him when he came face to face with this new rival. He fucking wanted to kill Parker Pendleton at that moment. Kill him? Shit, he wanted to do even worse to him if it were possible!

He was so lost in his inner torment and turmoil that he barely even registered the part of him that wondered why he cared so much about Trey. He’d known the guy for years and had never thought about him as anything other than a teammate and a friend. He wasn’t gay, was he? Had he lost more than his penis overnight? And if so, what did it all mean?

He stood there, staring daggers at Parker and wishing him a horrible, painful death. Parker for his part, seemed oblivious to Killian’s animosity and instead joined Trey in looking Killian up and down speculatively, his smile widening. When Trey murmured something in Parker’s ear that made him laugh, Killian’s face went red and he turned to go. Trey obviously didn’t care about him the way he wanted him to. His boyfriend? Ha! He’d been an idiot for letting himself hope. He felt like such a fool for having feelings for Trey when clearly Parker had claimed his heart long ago. How could he be so stupid and naive? He was acting like a silly little girl!

“Yo, man! Where’re you goin’?”

Killlian halted and looked back over his shoulder questioningly. His breath caught in his chest at the confused expression on Trey’s face.

“I, uh, I gotta go,” he managed to choke out. “I mean, I don’t wanna be the third wheel or anything. You and Parker–”

Trey blinked. “Me and Parker? Wait! Did you think that–”

Killian looked away before Trey spotted the tears in his eyes. “You told me you were meeting your boyfriend. I sort of assumed–” His voice broke off before he could complete the sentence. Even saying the words ‘Parker is your boyfriend’ proved too much for him.

“Hold on, Killian.”

He turned just as Trey caught him about the shoulders. And then he was staring into those depthless brown eyes before he could stop himself. A flicker of–What? Uncertainty? Chagrin?–flickered across Trey’s handsome face before he abruptly lowered himself to his knee.

“Killian Griggs,” he stated in that sexy, low voice of his. “Would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Wait, what?

No way!

No fucking way!

Killian’s mouth fell open and he would have lost his balance if Parker hadn’t caught his elbow and steadied him. “You mean–?” he started to say but never finished. He couldn’t. How could he respond when Trey Da Silva’s luscious, full lips were on his and they were kissing deeply, longingly, and passionately in front of Parker Pendleton and everyone else at the Christmas Market?

***

Chapter 4

Trey kissed him for so long that Killian’s head swam. By the time he lifted his lips away, Killian was so in love with him that it hurt to even think about separating. He hugged him fiercely, wrapping his arms so tightly that he finally complained.

“Whoa, boy! I gotta breathe!”

Killian flushed and loosened his grip, only to burrow into the warm nape of Trey’s sexy neck. “Trey,” he sighed, kissing his bare shoulder. “God, I want you so bad!”

This was greeted with a deep, pleasant chuckle. “I feel the same way about you! Ever since I saw you after practice. I don’t know why, I just wanted you and knew I’d do anything to get you!” He laughed again, squeezing Killian against him.

A thought struck Killian and he raised his head, staring questioningly into Trey’s big, brown eyes. “What do you think happened to us? I mean, I’ve never wanted to be with a guy before. Was it the pot? Did it turn us gay?” He didn’t voice the other panicked question on the tip of his tongue: Did Trey’s dick turn into a pussy, too? Not only was he not brave enough to ask this outloud, his mind refused to even go there.

Trey’s face crinkled. “Nah, there are plenty of side effects from smoking pot but turning gay isn’t one of ‘em. But maybe it did help to loosen our inhibitions? I know before today I never woulda had the balls to seduce you”

Killian blinked. “Seduce me? You seduced me?” As soon as he said it, though, he realized it was true. Everything Trey had done that day had been geared toward getting Killian to fall for him. His cheeks reddened at the knowledge that he’d so oblivious. “I get it,” he said, blushing furiously. “I am the boyfriend you were going to meet at the Christmas Market. That was ballsy!”

Trey nodded, face breaking into a wicked grin. He dipped his head and kissed him again, this time adding a little tongue much to Killian’s delight.

They were still kissing when a voice piped up beside them, “You two are just so precious I think I’m gonna barf!”

Killian and Trey broke apart. They had been engrossed in each other that they’d completely forgotten about Parker Pendleton. He was standing there with crossed arms and a look of mock disgust on his face. He waved them away, though, when Trey opened his mouth to speak, saying, “Oh, don’t mind me! Carry on. I’m getting off on seeing two of the hottest guys in high school eat each other’s faces off.”

“Parker…” Trey’s voice trailed off.

Parker turned to go. “No worries, man. I’ll catch ya later, right?” 

He didn’t wait for Trey’s response. A moment later, he was lost in the crowd.

***

After making out for a good half hour, they finally moved out of the Christmas Market and made their way over to the skating rink. While Trey rented skates, Killian discreetly took a bathroom break and changed his tampon and pad. He was so deliriously in love with Trey that it didn’t even gross him out. The warm glow that suffused his body were enough to make him forget about losing his manhood and, for a time at least, he drifted blissfully away on the puffy pink clouds of infatuation.

He emerged to find Trey with pair of skates in hand. His boyfriend (boyfriend!) looked so studly that his pussy tingled at the mere sight of him. Killian surreptitiously adjusted his pad and smiled, jogging over to him. Even the languid sway of his huge buttocks couldn’t shatter his good mood. Trey Da Silva was his boyfriend! His boyfriend!

Trey was reaching out to hug him when the song, Dancing Queen, started playing from the loudspeakers over the skating rink. It had an instant effect on Killian. He didn’t even stop to think, the music was so infectious and was he was overcome with joy that he simply had to dance. He had to dance right NOW! He ripped off his coat and shoved his feet into the skates, barreling out onto the ice.

The rink was filled mostly with kids who were unsteady on their skates and stayed within reach of the railing. This meant the center of the rink was wide open and it beckoned enticingly to him. A day ago, he would have sneered at any guy who danced on his skates. Skates were for hockey, not mincing about! Now, though, he threw himself into the raw pleasure of dancing on ice. In doing so, he realized his formidable skill as the team’s top enforcer and his giant, new bubble butt combined to make him a surprisingly good disco dancer. He owned the fucking ice and turned everyone’s head as he shimmied and jived to the infectious beat.

…young and sweet, only seventeen…having the time of your life…digging the dancing queen…

Trey watched him from the sidelines, clapping loudly and wolf whistling. Killian was in heaven, elevated by a bliss so rarefied and so delicious that it rendered him intoxicated. He was drunk on love for Trey!

He put his huge butt to work, shaking and twerking and bouncing and twirling with wild abandon. He was distantly aware that some of the people watching him were making fun of his ridiculously fat ass encased in the hyper-stretched Spandex but he didn’t care. Let them laugh! He didn’t give a fuck because only one guy mattered to him and that was Trey. After all, he was Trey-Fucking-Da Silva’s boyfriend! He felt like everything in his life had led him to this moment and he was going to do what any boy in his position would do: CELEBRATE!

There was complete silence when the song ended and Killian looked up to see dozens of people holding up their phones to record his performance. He dipped his head and flushed at the applause (and some jeers) that greeted his finale. Part of him couldn’t believe what he’d just done but this part was easily overwhelmed by the exultation he felt at seeing Trey’s face; he was glowing with pride. Sweaty and red-faced but radiant, he skated over to his gorgeous new boyfriend. Trey met him halfway, catching him up in his arms and twirling him around until Killian’s skates left the ice. When he landed, he felt his heart burst with joy. He belonged to the sexiest guy in the world!

“Oh, my God!” Trey breathed after they retreated to the sidelines. “I’ve never seen anyone dance like that before. And on the ice, too! Jesus, bro, you should join the fucking Icecapades!”

Killian beamed with this praise and was about to reply when Frank Sinatra’s Christmas Waltz started playing. He leaped into the air, clapping his hands with glee. “Trey! Trey! We gotta dance to this! It’s the best song ever! My mom taught me how to waltz to this song when I was a little kid!”

Trey lifted his hands and backed away. “Sorry, bud, but not me! I don’t know the first thing about waltzing, especially not on skates!”

Killian stuck out his lower lip, to no avail. When pouting didn’t work, he tried a different tack. Taking up Trey’s hands, he entreated, “I’ll show you how! Lemme teach you!”

“But I’m not dressed for this!” Trey protested, trying to pull away but he was too late; Killian had him firmly in hand.

“Really, Trey?” Killian challenged, tilting his head back toward his enormous buttocks. “If I can dance around in these fucking tights, you can make a fool out of yourself, too. Now take off jacket and get out there with me!”

Not waiting for him to comply, he took matters into his own hands and unbuttoned Trey’s pea coat and tossed it aside. Trey made a grab for it, trying wildly to put it back on, but Killian was already hauling him out onto the ice. Soon, they were alone in the center of the rink. Everyone else had faded off to the sides and may as well have been a hundred miles away for all Killian cared. He only had eyes for Trey.

Trey’s cheeks were rosy and a look of embarrassment passed across his handsome face. Before he could say anything, though, Killian placed his hand on Trey’s hip. “Follow my lead,” he ordered. “I’ll show you how to do this.”

Awkward at first, Trey finally gave in and allowed Killian to lead him through the steps of the waltz. It was a slow song and forgiving for someone who wasn’t used to dancing on ice but Trey soon found his groove and settled into the role. He smiled as Killian guided him confidently through each step, acquiescing to his authority in a most beguiling way. Killian’s heart swelled with tenderness when Trey cast his gaze downward, his long lashes shielding his eyes from view.

The night just kept getting more perfect. Killian looked around and was dazzled by the soft, white lights garlanding the Christmas tree nearby. The air was rich with spices and evergreen. The sun had set and the horizon pulsed a brilliant scarlet. The silhouettes of trees and buildings were etched in stark relief against the darkening sky. Tiny ice crystals hung suspended in the air around them, catching and refracting the glow like sparkling prisms. He exhaled in amazement, watching his breath mist and mingle with Trey’s. Their eyes met. He pulled Trey toward him. 

They kissed.

With the touch of Trey’s lips, Killian’s euphoria knew no bounds. Falling in love with Trey incinerated all of his inhibitions and he no longer cared about maintaining his carefully cultivated image as a macho jock. Until now, he had always clamped down on his feelings, set his jaw, and plowed through life like a tank. Other people were there only to bow down to him or get the fuck out of the way. He was the top dog, the big man, the alpha stud. He made the rules and others obeyed them. On the hockey team and in the school hallways, he reigned supreme.

Now, though?

Overnight, the rules had changed. Until then, it had been a binary game of winning and losing…

Dominance and submission…

Alpha and beta… 

Top and bottom…

Cock and pussy…? 

He paused at this last thought, flushing at the pressure of the tampon lodged inside him. He shook his head, shoving the awareness of his lost pride and manhood aside. He told himself he didn’t give a fuck about anything as long as Trey Da Silva was with him. Having Trey by his side was worth it. Yeah, Trey was worth more to him than anything else.

But…

But was losing his precious cock and balls and being stuck with a pussy between his legs for the rest of his life really worth it? What if it was the price he paid for this happiness? Was he ready to say goodbye to his life as a macho jock forever? He might be overcome with infatuation but what about when it wore off? How would he feel then?

The answer to this question came when the waltz ended with Trey nestled in the shelter of his arms. Killian could feel the guy’s generous, muscular butt pressing against his sock-padded crotch and he smiled. He was barely aware of the crowds of people watching them because he was holding the only thing that mattered to him. This night was their night and he wasn’t going to worry about tomorrow.

The next song was Joni Mitchell’s River, another favorite of Killian’s mom. He loved its tune of sweet melancholy and spun Trey around so they were facing each other and then started skating slowly. For some reason, Trey made a face and wiggled, trying to get free. 

Killian was opening his mouth to ask him what was wrong when he felt it: A strange sensation pressing against him. Trey was the same height and they were pressed tightly against each other, crotch to crotch. Even though Killian had stuffed his briefs with socks, he could still feel something…firm and significant…thrusting against him.

“What is that?” he asked, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.

Trey flushed bright pink and looked away. He tried to pull away but Killian wouldn’t let him. “I…I mean, I–” he stammered. Finally he took a deep breath and stated, “I have a big dick, Killian, and I’m really turned on right now.”

Killian’s eyes widened. “That’s your…?” 

He was unable to complete the sentence. Killian knew what it was like to have a big dick, or at least he had known what it was like until that morning. His cock had been far larger than any other guy on the hockey team and (not that he spent time comparing), bigger even than most porn stars. He knew what a big cock felt like when it was hard. He was a fucking expert! He knew all about the length, girth, and heft of a big dick. But this, this…monster…pressing against him was far too big to belong to a man! 

“Hey, man, you know what it’s like,” Trey muttered, refusing to meet his surprised gaze. The tips of his ears were bright red by this point. “You got a big dick, too. At least that’s what everyone says.”

Now it was Killian’s turn to flush. He opened his mouth but no sound came out and he lost his balance. He would have tumbled onto his big, soft butt if Trey hadn’t caught and righted him. Putting his mouth against Killian’s ear, Trey breathed, “My cock belongs to you. Every foot of it is yours.”

Every foot?!

Killian braced as the monster pressing against him pulsed. He felt lightheaded. A tingling wetness told him that his pussy was wet again. Wet and hot and swelling…all for Trey’s big cock. He flushed and gave a start when he saw that Trey’s awkward embarrassment had disappeared and in its place was a burning hunger.

“You want it, don’t you?” His words fell out of his mouth like hot coals.

Killian swallowed.

Chuckling to himself, Trey reached back and kneaded his giant butt cheeks, slipping his calloused hands down beneath the elastic waistband of his tights. “So fat and so hairy,” he murmured. “I want it. I want it on my tongue and on my–”

“Trey!”

Killian’s protest seemed to amuse Trey and he let loose a deep, hungry growl that made Killian’s knees go weak. Trey squeezed his giant ass, pulling Killian so tightly against him that he could feel that red hot cock burning against his thigh like a glowing poker.

“Let’s take this off the rink,” he grunted. “I’m hungry.” It was an order. 

Still holding Killian by the buttocks, he glided to the sidelines, only letting him go when they reached the rubber mat. Killian’s heart was pounding and he grew feverish when he got a clear-eyed view of Trey’s crotch. The guy was wearing a pair of loose, black sweatpants but even those did nothing to conceal the hulking cock snaking down his leg. It was beyond big, verging on ridiculous. He wondered dimly how he’d missed it until now and then remembered that Trey’s pea coat had concealed it from view. He shook his head when finally understood why his friend had been so reluctant to take it off and join him on the rink. 

Had Trey always had a dick that huge? They’d showered together numerous times but he couldn’t remember every paying attention to Trey’s cock before. With a dick that big, though, it seemed hard to believe he’d missed it. Maybe Trey had somehow managed to keep it hidden? If so, how? He took another long, lingering look at the sinuous serpent in his friend’s pants and licked his lips.

Trey caught him staring and smirked. “We gave ‘em quite an eyeful, didn’t we? Between yer phat ass and my big dick, we’re gonna break social media!” 

Killian’s heart skipped a beat at the thought but Trey didn’t seem particularly bothered by the prospect of going viral. He sat down and removed his skates, waiting for Killian to do the same. When they were done, he stood up and grabbed his coat, slinging it nonchalantly over his shoulder. He held out his hand and Killian took it, following meekly behind him.

***

“I could watch you eat currywurst all day long.”

Killian froze, the big, steaming sausage inches from his mouth. He turned and caught Trey’s salacious gaze and winked, licking slowly along the circumference of the sausage before opening wide and stuffing it inside. He closed his eyes and moaned as he chewed.

“Yer such a fuckin’ tease.”

Killian laughed. He was snuggled inside the warmth of Trey’s muscular thighs. His boyfriend’s monster cock throbbed against his soft, full butt cheeks. All was right with the world. He sighed with contentment, savoring the intimacy of the moment. He didn’t care that people were staring at them. He didn’t even mind it when some of their hockey buddies spotted them and did a double take before howling with laughter. He knew he should care that his reputation as alpha dawg was in serious jeopardy, if not already disintegrating, but he didn’t. He didn’t fucking care!

Trey took a swig of his Glühwein and set it aside, wrapping his arms around Killian’s belly. He put his chin on his shoulder, saying, “When you’re done giving head to that currywurst, I got a surprise for ya.”

Killian smiled and leaned back into his arms. “All I can say is I hope it involves more sausages.”

“Ha! Yer such a slut. ‘Course it does. But there’s more. Much more.”

“Mmmm, I can’t wait.”

***

Chapter 5

Trey led him by the hand into the hills behind the town. A small dirt road wound through the woods, leading to a village park that had once served as a ski hill. The music and Christmas lights faded behind them until they were alone in the darkness. Overhead, the stars glistened in the crystalline sky. The questioning call of a barred owl echoed faintly, drifting on the wind down from the wooded hills above. The snow crunched under their boots and Killian leaned in closer to Trey, seeking warmth. Really, though, he just wanted an excuse to touch his smoking hot boyfriend. 

Trey laughed and lay an arm over his shoulders, bumping his head into Killian’s. “Remember when we’d sled up here on the weekends back in middle school?”

Killian squeezed his hand. “Yeah, it was da bomb! I wonder why they closed it down?”

Trey was silent for a moment, gazing off toward the west where the sliver of the waxing moon was already sinking behind the trees. “Hmmm, probably liability issues. I think a kid’s scarf got wound up in the tow rope, almost strangling him to death, and his parents sued the village.” 

For some reason this rather macabre story struck Killian’s funny bone and he snorted with laughter, earning an elbow in the ribs as a reward. “Hey!” he complained. “That wasn’t nice!”

Trey smirked, pulling Killian’s hand downward. “You know what else isn’t nice? In fact, it’s so far from nice that Santa would call it downright naughty?” He moved Killian’s hand onto his crotch and pushed his fingers over the shaft of his enormous cock. It was so fat that Killian nearly fainted.

“The fuck!” he exclaimed. “There’s no way you’re that hung!”

“What?” Trey asked slyly. “Feeling inadequate?”

Killian grimaced. Actually, he was feeling inadequate…and fucking turned on! The twin emotions of envy and desire wrestled inside him. On one hand, he hated Trey for being so amply endowed.  It wasn’t fair, especially now that he was dickless! On the other, touching that hulking behemoth got his pussy juicy as a ripe kumquat and he had to stop and clamp his thighs shut, gritting his teeth as the wetness spread down into his briefs.

Trey peered at him curiously, squinting in the darkness. “What’s wrong, dude?”

“Nothing!” Killian snapped. “I’m fine. Just gimme a minute.”

“Huh. Fine?” Trey’s tone was light, playful. “I’d say you’re more than fine. I’d say yer…hmmmm, what is the word? Fuckable?” He laughed and turned to face him, lowering his hands and grabbing his giant butt cheeks. “Yeah, that’s the word. Fuckable. Definitely fuckable.”

“Fuck off.”

His voice was so strangled that it made Trey laugh and he pulled Killian closer, grinding his tumescent crotch against him. “I will make you eat those words and…something even bigger,” he whispered, leaning in to lick the tip of Killian’s nose.

Just as Killian was about to lose it, Trey smiled and pulled back. Lifting his head to gaze at the stars, he exhaled deeply and then took Killian’s hand and led him up the hill.

***

“This is your surprise?”

Trey sighed next to him. “Where is your romantic spirit, man?”

“My butt is cold.”

Trey sat down in the snow next to him and patted his lap. “C’mere then. I’ll warm it up.”

Killian looked down, hesitating only a moment before lowering himself on top of him. Trey exhaled with delight as his huge, jiggly bottom settled ponderously over his waiting crotch. Trey’s cock was alive and waiting, hardening impressively fast for such a large organ. 

“Yer a big girl,” Trey murmured, reaching around to fondle Killian’s butt cheeks as they spilled over his thighs.

“Shut up, Trey.”

“Tell me you don’t like this and I’ll stop.”

Killian smiled in spite of his ill humor at being called a girl. “I didn’t say stop. I said, ‘Shut up.’”

“Alright.”

Trey fell silent but didn’t stop massaging Killian’s ass. After a while, Killian leaned back into his chest and Trey settled onto his elbows, pulling him down with him. They lay there on top of the snowy ski hill, now half overgrown with saplings, looking up at the cold December sky. Far below, the woods gave way to the village clustered around the shores of Lake Michigan. The wan moonlight sparkled on the iced-over marina and the beacon at the end of the pier flashed green and blue. Trey nibbled his ear and Killian moaned; his pussy was ripe and ready between his legs. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he ripped off Trey’s clothes. Who gave a fuck if it was cold, he needed that cock and he needed it bad!

“Shit, man! Your waist is so tiny!” Trey’s roving hands had moved from massaging his ballooning globes to clasping his waist. “Look! My fingers are touching! I can fucking touch my fingers around your waist!”

“I thought you were gonna shut up,” Killian muttered, rolling his eyes. “And, yeah, I got a small waist. So what?”

“So, how’d you get such a huge ass and manage to keep such a tiny waist?”

Killian sighed, exasperated. If this was Trey’s attempt at getting him in the mood, he was fucking it up royally. “Listen, Trey, I don’t wanna talk ‘bout this right now, Ok? Drop it.”

When Trey replied, he sounded injured. “I’m just sayin’ it’s the fuckin’ hottest thing ever. It was fuckin’ compliment, man!”

“I said–Hey! What’re you doing? STOP THAT!” He scrambled to get off of Trey’s lap but he was too late. Trey’s fingers had already slipped beneath the elastic waistband of his tights, down into the pouch of his briefs…where they inevitably touched the wadded up socks that Killian had placed there to simulate his lost bulge.

There was a long, startled silence followed by an incredulous whisper: “What happened to your dick? It’s…gone!?”

Killian wrestled to get free but Trey was holding him tightly in his arms. He resisted valiantly, shouting and elbowing, but it was no use; he was trapped.

“Would you hold still for one goddamned second?” Trey hissed in his ear. “I’m your boyfriend, remember? You can trust me!”

Killian sagged back into his arms, shaking away the tears running down his cheeks. He felt stupid and humiliated and wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of there. What did you expect? he thought sourly. You knew where this was going! You knew that he was going to find out about your pussy sooner or later. Why did you let it get this far? You should have walked away when you had a chance! This is your own fault!

He clenched his jaw, determined to remain stoic and silent until Trey gave up and let him go. When Trey started licking his neck, though, he couldn’t help giggling a little. Encouraged, Trey continued licking, running his tongue along the line of Killian’s bearded jaw. Finally, when Killian was almost convulsing with ecstasy, he pounced and flipped him over onto his back. Crowing with triumph, he pinned Killian beneath him, holding his arms above his head while grinding his crotch into his groin. The socks moved aside; his pussy was wide open.

Trey’s hulking cock was pushing directly against Killian’s wet, hot pussy with only the flimsy fabric of the tights (and beleaguered pad) between them.

***

“This is the surprise,” Trey announced brightly. He was carrying a very overwrought Killian in his arms. He’d tormented him to the point of madness with his huge cock, teasing his pussy through his clothes until Killian was all but foaming at the mouth. Finally, he pulled back and insisted on carrying him down the hill, laughing at Killian’s pathetic complaints. “Although,” he added slyly. “I think the surprise waiting for me in your panties takes the cake…er, make that cakes.” He squeezed Killian’s buttocks to drive his pun home.

“They’re briefs, not panties,” Killian corrected, gritting his teeth. 

Nearly delirious with desire (and no small amount of humiliation), Killian looked around. Trey was holding him before the door of a small, round building made of stone and large wooden beams. The place was homey yet modern with big windows that overlooked the forest. It was the warming house beneath the ski hill, still maintained by the village and rented out for parties and special occasions.

“Don’t tell me you rented this?”

Trey nodded, lowering him carefully to the ground. “Yep, we have it for the night. I hope your mom is Ok with you being gone.”

Killian’s breath caught in his chest. This was a surprise! It wasn’t until the next day that it started to dawn on him to be suspicious. By then, it was too late–far too late!–because Trey had already taken, used, and deflowered him, leaving him begging for more. In hindsight, though, everything about the day was suspicious: How had Trey known far enough ahead of time to plan an evening like this?

At that moment, though, he was too hot and bothered to dwell on it. Fervent, passionate desire coursed through his body, pooling and simmering like lava in his groin. His pussy burned for release, burned for cock, burned to have Trey inside him. Nothing else registered.

He was only dimly aware of Trey unlocking the door and leading him inside. He sat dazed by the large, fieldstone fireplace while his studly boyfriend gathered kindling and logs to build a pleasant, roaring fire. When he was done, Trey produced a bottle of red wine and two goblets. Serving the wine, he clinked his glass against Killian’s and then motioned behind him to a bed of soft cushions complete with an eiderdown coverlet.

He grinned at Killian’s expression of drunken desire, setting down his glass and straightening. “Now, undress me,” he ordered, holding out his arms.

Killian stared at him. Washed in the flickering orange light of the fire, Trey’s dark skin glowed lustrous and rich. He found himself standing and walking on wooden legs over to him and pulling his sweater over his head. He gasped at the sight of his tight, muscular body. Trey Da Silva was fucking ripped!

Then he was on his knees, unfastening the drawstring of Trey’s sweatpants. They were tented out obscenely, barely able to contain the beast inside. He received a surprise smack in the face when the coiled serpent sprung free of its cage, nearly knocking him senseless with the impact of its incredible girth and weight.

“Ow!” Killian rubbed his cheek, gaping at the unbelievably huge organ rising like the Titanic from the black seaweed forest of Trey’s pubes.

Trey laughed, kicking his sweatpants off and standing there proudly with his hands on his hips. He looked magnificent even with an oversized donkey cock. Those stout, hairy legs and generous thighs! That tight tummy and narrow waist! Those big pecs with their pert nipples! And, of course, that handsome, rugged face with those soft, almost doe-like eyes!

“Now it’s your turn! Show me that pussy!”

Killian quailed, looking down at the floor nervously. He had no desire to be naked in front of Trey. Compared to his boyfriend’s bold, virile manhood, he was nothing but a fat-butted, pussified freak. As soon as Trey saw him in his ‘glory,’ he would burst out laughing!

“C’mon, Killian,” Trey urged, waggling his hard, dripping cock in his face. “We don’t got all night! Well, actually we do but I’m gonna shoot if you make me wait much longer!”

When he hesitated, Trey sighed and sunk to his knees, tearing Killian’s tights off with practiced ease. Killan stared down at himself in chagrin. His thighs were so hulking! And his hips were so wide! His briefs really did look like panties as they stretched to the breaking point, barely holding together. Behind him, he could feel his mountainous ass cheeks jiggling up and down. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t stand the sight of himself!

“Fuckin’ perfect. Yer fuckin’ perfect!”

Killian cracked a reluctant eyelid. “I’m a fuckin’ freak.”

Trey flashed a quick grin. “I already tole ya I like pussy. The only thing more perfect than a hot guy is a hot guy with a pussy and huge ass.”

“I used to have a dick and a normal-sized ass.” When he said it, it sounded so lame.

Trey was silent for a long time. Finally, he asked, “What happened to you? Did you have surgery or something?”

“Surgery?! ‘Course I didn’t have surgery! D’you really think I’d have a doctor cut my dick off?” Killian’s voice cracked and he paused, chest heaving, trying to get himself under control. After his breathing had slowed enough to speak again, he continued, “It just fucking disappeared! I woke up this morning and I had a pussy between my legs!”

“In-fucking-credible!” Trey breathed. “How is that possible?”

Killian stifled a sob as hot tears ran down his cheeks. “I don’t know! I don’t fucking know!” He wiped his face and blew his nose into his shirt. “I went to urgent care and they thought I was transgender. Me, trans?! I mean, really?”

“What else would they think?” Trey reasoned, standing up and putting his hands on Killian’s shoulders. “I’m sure they don’t get many guys showing up claiming that their dick turned into a pussy overnight! But it doesn’t matter now. Let’s just enjoy ourselves while it lasts. If your pussy changes back into a dick tomorrow, I don’t want to waste my opportunity to treat you to the ride of yer life!”

Killian frowned but smiled wanly when Trey thrust his enormous boner between his thighs. He didn’t resist when his boyfriend gently peeled his briefs down. The wadded socks tumbled to the floor at their feet along with a very moist pad. The crotch of his underwear was stained dark with his juices. He hung his head in shame.

Trey ignored him, lowering himself until his face was inches from his crotch. Killian could feel puffs of hot breath against his…well, he didn’t want to think about it. 

“That’s one hairy man-cunt ya got there, bro. And the biggest fuckin’ clit I’ve ever seen! Fuck, it’s bigger than most guys’ dicks!”

Killian hunched his shoulders, grinding his teeth.“Oh, great. Thanks,” he answered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “That makes me feel so much better.”

A moment later, though, he gasped in surprise, arching his back and moaning loudly, when Trey’s tongue flicked out and lapped at his ‘man-cunt’.

“Ungh! F-F-F-Fuck!” he wailed before remembering something and trying to push his boyfriend away. “Wait! Trey, stop! I’m bleeding! I’m on the fuckin’ rag and have a tampon inside me!”

He expected Trey to flinch and make a sound of disgust but instead was greeted with a hungry grunt. “D’you think I give a fuck? I’ll pull it out with my fuckin’ teeth!”

***

Things went south…far south…from there with Trey treating Killian to a marathon session in cunnilngus that left him screaming, writhing, and panting. He experienced multiple orgasms, each one more volcanic than the next, until he was barely conscious. Trey finally pulled back and stared hungrily down at him, still-hard cock throbbing between his thighs. He smacked his lips, grinning from ear to ear.

“You ready for me to find yer G-spot, dude?”

Killian nodded. He couldn’t talk even if he wanted to. He’d gone hoarse from screaming.

“Good. Now help me with this.”

He reached behind Killian’s head and produced a foil packet. Killian squinted at it. In the dim light, he could barely make out the face of a smiling donkey surrounded by bold Cyrilic lettering. Trey smiled at his questioning look. “It’s a Russian condom. The only thing I could find that would fit over my big man.”

Killian flushed, croaking, “A…condom?”

Trey nodded. “‘Course! We gotta be safe. I don’t wanna knock ya up. I’m not ready to be a dad yet!”

Killian blinked. He hadn’t even thought about that! Holy fuck! Could he really get pregnant? Jesus Christ, what the fuck had happened to him?

He was spared further panic when Trey ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth and placed the giant condom in Killian’s shaking hands. “Go on, bud. Get ‘er on my dick.”

***

It took some doing and a lot of lube but Trey finally mounted Killian, gazing lovingly in his eyes as he gently thrust the head of his dick inside him. Killian flinched and cried out in pain as he felt something tear. When Trey pulled back, there was blood on his cock.

“Yer hymen,” Trey announced, smiling proudly. “I broke through yer hymen!”

Killian scowled, ordering, “Just shut up and get that thing inside me!”

Trey needed no encouragement. He pounded Killian’s virginal pussy for hours, proving over and again that his cock was not only gigantic but also nearly inexhaustible. Only a few minutes elapsed after his exploded in orgasm before he was ready to go again. They used up nearly a whole box of condoms. It was well past four in the morning before they grew tired and fell into a blissful slumber, joined face-to-face, cock-to-pussy in a carnal embrace.

***

Morning.

The pale winter sunlight across Trey’s sleeping face.

The dull crackle of the dying fire.

The taste of salt and sweat on his lips.

The sensation of a penis pulsing lazily inside him.

The smooth skin of Trey’s cheek.

His thick, messy hair.

The smell of sex, fragrant and full-bodied and wanton.

The beat of his heart.

The rise of his chest.

A new life had begun.

He smiled and drifted off to sleep.

***

He again awoke a few minutes later to the sound of the door creaking open and sat up in panic, frantically trying to cover himself. Beside him, Trey stirred and propped himself up on his elbows, favoring their visitor with a welcoming grin.

It was Parker Pendleton.

“Oh, hey guys!” he said, a broad smile spreading across his face. “Sorry I couldn’t get away before now. I had to wait until my folks went to church.”

Killian glared at him, spitting. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

In wordless answer, Parker loosened his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers. Underneath his clothes, he was sporting a very fat and very long erection. Looking from his hardon and over to Killian, he said, “I heard there was a big, hairy ass that’s ripe for a good fucking. Or maybe I heard wrong?”

He turned to leave but Trey stopped him. “Hey, Parker! Hold on.” Looking over at Killian, he explained, “This is part two of your surprise. Have you ever had the pleasure of being fucked by two guys at once?”

***

Epilogue

Killian invited Trey and Parker back to his house to clean up after their bout of loud and messy sex was over. Between Trey’s monster lodged inside his man-cunt and Parker’s girthy cock up his asshole, Killian was more than sated. Sore and exhausted, he wasn’t so far gone that he forgot his manners. Plus, he’d sort of taken a liking to Parker. Any dude who could ride an ass like his was deserving of respect. (And Parker wasn’t half bad looking once he took off his dorky glasses.)

“My mom’s at work and Brice never gets up before noon on the weekends,” he said, gathering up his shredded clothing. “We can go there and take a shower.”

Parker looked over at Trey who shrugged. It was settled. They drove away from the little warming house fifteen minutes later in Parker’s ancient Datsun.

***

At home in the bathroom with his two lovers, Killian stripped naked, feeling only a trace of self-consciousness. He still hated his huge ass and man-cunt but both Trey and Parker had made it clear they liked him just the way he was. When he turned to look back at them, this shared attraction was made obvious by the lurid bulges tenting out their sweatpants.

“Just hold it right there,” Trey panted, reaching out to liberate Parker’s leaking cock. Parker did the same for him and soon they were jacking each other’s huge poles, tongues hanging out of the corners of their mouths as they devoured Killian with their eyes.

Killian smirked, throwing gasoline on the already raging inferno of their desire by lowering his hand and fingering his twat. He cringed inwardly at the alien sensation of soft, moist lips where his once proud cock had been but he shoved this aside. He would do anything to please his men!

“UNGH!” Parker and Trey moaned in unison, their jacking increasing in ferocity.

Puckering his lips in a seductive moue, Killian turned his back on them and bent over to check the temperature of the water, ‘accidentally’ causing his voluptuous ass cheeks to spread. He pushed his butt out and leaned forward over the tub, smiling to himself as he felt the cool breeze caress his butthole.

This was too much.

The next thing he knew, Parker was lying down in the bathtub, the hot water spraying over his naked body, and Trey was pushing him down onto the dude’s waiting cock. Killian cried out in delight as his asshole gave way to that thick, long pole. Parker thrust upward, sending Killian into orbit.

Trey didn’t let him savor this sublime experience for long, though. He was already rolling a condom onto his mutant donkey cock. Once it was firmly in place, he clambered into the tub and squatted down, one foot on the armrest and the other on the edge, aiming his monster directly at Killian’s exposed pussy. His heavy, pendulous balls bounced between Killian’s knees, fatter than a pair of ripe muskmelons.

“You ready?” 

Trey’s eyes were on fire with lust. He pushed his cock downward as Killian spread his eager lips with his fingers. Beneath him, Parker bucked his hips, scoring Killian’s prostate and making him scream in ecstasy.

Face distorted with a vulpine grin, Trey shook his cock proudly in Killian’s face before slowly, teasingly lowering it down. Killian mewled like a kitten. He couldn’t wait any longer! He had to have Trey inside him!

Trey was in no hurry. If Killian had learned anything about his boyfriend last night, it was that Trey got off on tormenting him. He loved to tempt and tease Killian, using his new pussy against him. It was like his pussy and Trey were in league together, twin accomplices in a covert mission to destroy Killian’s modesty and reputation. Trey got off on watching Killian’s resistance wear down bit by bit. He loved hearing Killian plead for a cock buried in his pussy, often making him yell it at the top of his lungs.

“I think we should record this,” Trey teased. “I want the whole fuckin’ hockey team to see Killian Griggs like this.”

Killian’s eyes widened and he gasped, “No!”

Trey laughed, gripping his cock in both hands and shoving it downward until his huge, blunt cockhead pushed against Killian’s parted lips. “Whaddya think, Pendleton?” he called out. “Should I stop and get my iPhone?”

“Do it!” came the breathless reply from underneath Killian.

Killian wilted. Part of him knew that Trey was just teasing but another part was terrified that he wasn’t. He was already going to have a hard time living down the videos of him twerking on the ice rink!

“Maybe I should?”

Trey thrust forward and Killian moaned. Trey was inside him.

An inch.

Another.

Still squatting on the edges of the tub above him, Trey leaned in. “Jack your clit. I wanna see ya jack yer little man clit!”

Killian scowled but nonetheless complied. Using a couple fingers, he massaged the ugly, three-inch nublike caricature of his former penis. He panted and Trey smirked, pushing his cock deeper inside. As much as Killian hated having a clitoris, he did have to admit it felt pretty fucking amazing when stimulated. But it also looked pathetically tiny and hapless in comparison to Trey’s monster cock.

“Yeah, we gotta record this.”

Killian whined and Trey chuckled.

“We totally gotta–”

A movement caught their eye just then and Killian and Trey looked up in surprise to find Brice standing over them, phone poised in front of him, ready to do exactly what Trey had been threatening. His eyes were locked onto Killian’s pussy.

As they watched him, the look of triumph faded from his face as his gaze was drawn away from Killian’s pussy and onto Trey’s monster cock. His mouth fell open and he took a step backward, face going ashen.

Killian scrambled to cover his pussy even as Trey tried frantically to hide his giant schlong. It was no use, though; he was rock-hard and his cock was nearly three feet long and fatter than a baseball bat. In the end, he hugged it against his chest, slapping himself in the face with his firehose. 

He grimaced, both out of pain and chagrin, stammering, “Uh, hey, Brice, it’s not what it looks…er, I mean…”

Brice stood there frozen, struggling to make his mouth work. He opened and closed it several times before croaking, “Y-Y-You! I hate you, Trey Da Silva! I fucking hate you! I HATE YOU!”

With that, he fled the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and leaving a confused trio behind him. Killian lay there with Parker’s cock still up his ass, hands covering his pussy. He had no idea what had just happened.

Trey was the first to recover. Smiling weakly, he said, “Huh. I wonder what got into him?” When neither Killian nor Parker had an answer for this, he shrugged his beefy shoulders. “Well, I’m sure he’ll get over it whatever it is. Now, where were we?”

THE END