When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

as the north wind lays waste the garden. 

–Kahlil Gibran

***

A young guy was sitting in the chair by the window when David entered his uncle’s hospital room. He stood up, a welcoming smile on his face.

“I’m Ariel,” he said, taking his hand in a strong, warm grip. “One of the hospice volunteers.”

David smiled despite his mood; something about Ariel’s presence was soothing. And the fact that he was handsome didn’t hurt. He momentarily lost himself in the man’s expressive brown eyes, noting the thick, dark ringlets in his ‘Jew fro,’ neatly-trimmed beard, and pleasant square jaw. Ariel was wearing a yarmulke which meant that he was probably from the Jewish hospice associated with David’s synagogue.

Aware that he was staring, he cleared his throat and turned his attention to his uncle, asking, “How is he? Any change?”

Ariel looked down. His pause was eloquent.

“How…long…does he have?” David asked, his voice thick.

Ariel’s eyes were hidden by his long lashes until he raised his head and David noticed that the corners of his eyes were moist. “I’m sorry,” he said after a pause. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, it’s David. I mean, I’m David Slomovitz, Jed’s nephew.” Why did he feel so tongue-tied around Ariel?

Ariel nodded. “David, he has a few days at most.” He paced over to the bed where he lifted Jed’s hand off the blanket. “His pulse is weak and his fingers are starting to turn pale. It won’t be long.”

Jed stirred then and opened his eyes. David crept to his bedside and took his other hand, leaning over to search his face. His uncle wasn’t even fifty years old but looked far older, shrunken and ashen. His eyes were unfocused.

“Uncle Jed, I’m here,” he whispered, aware of Ariel’s eyes on them. “It’s Ok, I’m going to stay with you. I am here for you.”

Jed lifted his head off the pillow before collapsing back down. The simple effort seemed to drain him and he closed his eyes. He murmured something but David didn’t catch it. After a moment, the boy hooked the chair next to the bed with his foot and pulled it over, sinking down while holding his uncle’s hand. It was so cold and stiff.

He wept silently then, closing his eyes and remembering his uncle as he’d been so many years ago. More than anything else, he remembered how Jed had been the light of his childhood, his favorite uncle, the one person who truly understood him.

***

“Hey, Slomovitz, what the fuck are you doing here?”

It was Ryder Grau from bio lab. 

David had been so lost in grief as he walked down the hallway to the nurse’s station that he hadn’t noticed the towering brute and jumped at the sound of his name. Ryder smirked down at him, his blue eyes on fire with malice. David shivered. Ryder was the last person in the world he felt like talking to.

“Ryder, leave me alone.”

He’d said it before he could stop himself and he watched helplessly at the big, blond jock puffed himself up and got in his face.

“That,” he pronounced menacingly, “is not how you talk to me.”

It was perhaps a testament to David’s current state that felt no fear as he stared defiantly up at the bully. Later, he would wonder about what came over him but at that moment he didn’t think; he simply acted. His hand shot out and he grabbed Ryder’s crotch, catching his cock and balls firmly in his fist. He squeezed. The big man’s knees crumpled and he sank downward, a look of profound disbelief on his face.

“Listen to me, Ryder,” David seethed, oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a very public hallway in a very public hospital. “My uncle is dying in that room over there and I am not in the mood to play games. Now get the fuck out of my face and leave me alone. Got it?”

Ryder was glassy-eyed as he nodded weakly. David’s lip lifted in a sneer and he gave Ryder’s package one final, hard squeeze before letting go just as an orderly emerged from the room next to them. Ryder whimpered and David marched off, unaware that Ariel was standing at the doorway of his uncle’s room, a little smirk on his face.

***

Ryder’s grandmother was dying.

He had never seen his father act like this before and it upset him. His father was crying. Crying! Ryder couldn’t take it. He had to leave. He had to get out of the cramped hospital room with the beeping machines and the antiseptic smell.

Before his father could stop him, he fled.

Seeing David Slomovitz had been just the thing he needed to feel better. It really got his blood pumping when he saw the pathetic nerd in the hallway. He felt big and strong again. Alive! David was such a fucking wimp, so small, so fucking feminine, so fucking…Jewish! It made him angry just to look at him. The Jews killed Jesus, his dad told him all the time. Those fucking bastards killed our Savior, he said. So, yeah, seeing David had been just what he needed to feel powerful. Fuck, yeah! He was a fucking stud and alpha dog!

The feeling hadn’t lasted long.

No, it hadn’t lasted.

And now he was in agony and trying to pick himself off the floor as he watched the little faggot walk nonchalantly down the hallway. The fucking pansy had just manhandled his equipment in front of everyone and gotten away with it! Worse, Ryder had let him. He’d fucking let him!

He felt his cheeks burn with humiliation as he lurched to his feet, unable to stop himself from cradling his aching package. The orderly put a hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was Ok but Ryder shook it off and stalked away, looking for a bathroom.

Finding the men’s room after a pain-laced search, he backed into a stall and yanked down his jeans to examine himself. His balls, ripe and heavy on a normal day, were swollen and red. Even his long, uncut shaft was already discolored and purplish. It fucking hurt like hell! He lifted his cock and balls gingerly, stifling another whimper. He was going to fucking hand David his ass the next time he saw the kid. He was going to fucking kill him!

***

Ariel was there the next day when David came to the hospital with his grandparents and mother. He was sitting calmly in the chair by the window, wearing a prayer shawl and holding the Torah. David felt his shoulders relax when he saw him. Ariel motioned for him to come over and, glancing over at his uncle and family, David moved across the room. The young man stood up as he neared and offered him a radiant smile, opening his arms for an embrace. David’s legs felt leaden and he was scarcely aware of what day it was but somehow seeing Ariel made him feel almost human again. He couldn’t resist smiling back at the man and sinking in his open arms. Ariel’s arms were so big, so strong, so warm.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Ariel murmured in his ear. “Your uncle needs you.”

David choked on these words and Ariel hugged him tighter. His nostrils were filled with the man’s rich scent and he felt his knees go weak as he started to cry. Ariel moved his hand to cradle the back of David’s head and let him sob. After a few minutes, he gave him a final squeeze and let go.

David stood there, feeling cold and forlorn, and Ariel winked, saying, “Go to him, David.”

He did.

It wasn’t until an hour later when Rabbi Chertok arrived that David thought to introduce Ariel to his family. He had just stood up to greet the rabbi when he saw that the chair was empty. His mother noticed his confusion and asked him what was wrong.

“There was a man, a hospice volunteer, here earlier,” he said, voice trailing off.

“I didn’t see anyone,” his grandfather commented and his grandmother nodded.

“We were too focused on Jed, I guess.”

“I guess,” David agreed reluctantly, feeling a little hurt that Ariel hadn’t said anything before he left.

***

Ryder and David returned to college on the same day after taking leave for their relatives’ respective funerals. David was in a fog of grief, feeling like he was betraying his uncle’s memory by not sitting Shiva but also aware that his grades were suffering. His father had finally told him to go back to school; that he could show his love for his uncle best by doing well in college. Uncle Jed had paid for David’s tuition after all. David had started to argue but his father held up his hand in warning. There would be no more arguing: David was going back to class.

He and his best friend, Ahmed, were lifting weights in the gym when he looked down and noticed the keriah he’d pinned to his tank top had fallen off. Dismayed, he was reaching down to pick it up when a sneakered foot covered it. He paused and looked up to discover the sneaker and the hairy leg connected to it belonged to none other than Ryder Grau.

“Lose something, bro?”

Ryder’s voice was filled with scorn. Very deliberately, he took his foot and ground it into the floor, destroying the black ribbon.

David’s vision went red. The next thing he knew, Ahmed and a couple of Ryder’s friends were tearing at him, trying to pull him off Ryder. The bully was pinned beneath him on the floor, bruised and bloody. Ahmed finally managed to pry him off and shuttled him into the locker room while Ryder’s friends tried to help him. The big, blond beast was lying prone on the floor when David glanced back before the door swung shut behind them.

“What the fuck was that, dude?” Ahmed’s hands were shaking. He’d never seen his friend act like that before. “He’s going to fucking kill you now!”

David reached up and pulled his head to the side, cracking his neck with one hand while clutching the tattered remnants of the mourning ribbon in the other. He pulled a face at Ahmed, saying, “The fucker deserved it. Did you know that he tried to bully me while I was at the hospital visiting my uncle?”

Ahmed shook his head and David laughed at his friend’s blank expression. Ahmed looked like he’d just seen a ghost!

“Come on, Ahmed,” he cajoled, punching his friend lightly in the arm. “Let’s take a shower and get something to eat. I’m starving!” For some reason, beating up Ryder Grau had given him an appetite.

***

Ryder was on edge when he left college that evening. His whole body felt sore from the humiliating pounding he’d received from David Slomovitz and he had a bad headache. When he reached up to massage his brow, his hand came away bloody. He stared down at it and saw he was trembling. In fact, both hands were shaking uncontrollably and he had trouble pulling his keys out of his pocket to unlock his car.

It got worse when he got inside.

“You almost make me wish I was human,” the guy sitting in the passenger seat said over Ryder’s startled shout.

The doors clicked locked ominously then and stayed locked even when he pressed desperately on his key fob and clawed at the locks. He just about pissed himself as he jumped into the back seat and grabbed his phone. He was trying to call 9-1-1 when the stranger sighed and, reaching calmly toward him, slipped it out of his hands. He raised his hand in the air.

Ryder felt his mouth drop open as he stared at the man’s hand, unable to move. His body went limp and his mind went blank. 

The last thing he remembered was the man saying, “You have something I need. I believe I will take it from you now.”

***

Ariel met David at the door of his grandparent’s house. He was putting down the pitcher on the porch and drying his hands when David opened the door.

“Ariel!”

The young man held up his hand. “Shhh…I’m just here for a minute.” He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, folding it into David’s palm.

“What is…?” 

“Something your uncle wanted you to have.”

David opened his hand and stared down at it. It was a pendant made of heavy black metal chain with a glistening sapphire in the middle. The gem was secured by a stylized clawed hand.

“It’s…beautiful,” he breathed. The gem was so bright that it seemed to glow with a light of its own. ”Jed gave this to you?”

Ariel nodded. “He meant to give it to you in person but declined faster than we expected.” He lowered his head, adding gravely, “Jed spoke of you just before he lapsed into a coma. He asked me to tell you not to wear it until after you’re done sitting Shiva. He didn’t say why.”

David’s eyes were filled with tears as he clasped the pendant in his hand. It was probably his imagination but the gem seemed to pulse against his palm almost like a heartbeat. He reached up and held his hand to his chest, feeling closer than ever to his uncle.

“I…” he started to say but Ariel stopped him with a finger to his lips. Wordlessly, he drew David against his chest, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“I’ll miss you, David,” he murmured. “But we’ll meet again, I promise.”

Before David could protest, Ariel turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness.

***

After a week of shuttling between his grandparents’ house and college, David was feeling a little stir crazy so when Ahmed texted him and told him that the “Pink Sissies” basketball team was playing a game that day, he jumped at the chance to go out. He ran upstairs and donned the team uniform that consisted of a pair of skimpy pink shorts and a fuschia tank top, pausing only when he saw Jed’s pendant hanging from the mirror on his dresser.

He didn’t normally wear jewelry when he played basketball but he had been dying to try on the pendant. Shiva was over and wearing it seemed a fitting way to honor his uncle’s memory. Who knew? Maybe it would bring him good luck? He reached out and carefully snapped the chain around his neck.

A little wave of nausea passed through him as the gem settled against his throat and he shook his head. It passed quickly, leaving him feeling alert and somehow more aware of his body. Glancing at his reflection, he grinned wolfishly at himself. The pendant looked really macho and he loved the juxtaposition of the black chain links against the overtly femmy pink uniform. He winked and ran downstairs and outside into the brilliant autumn sunshine.

The Sissies were assembled by the time he arrived and were warming up. For a bunch of (mostly) fags, they played pretty well, he thought to himself. Ahmed jogged up and grasped his forearm in a mock straight dude handshake before pulling him to his chest. David laughed and kissed his neck. He and Ahmed had met playing basketball and the Sissies had been their mutual brainchild.

“You look so studly with that choker!” his friend was saying, admiring his pendant.

For some reason, David flushed and looked down. “Thanks! It was a gift from my uncle.”

Ahmed nodded. “Nice! It’s good you’re wearing it. He would be proud of you.”

David coughed in order to distract himself from the tears that were threatening to well up. “Well, he is the one who taught me how to play basketball. I remember him telling me that there was no reason why gay guys couldn’t excel in sports just like straights.”

“It looks like we’re going to have a chance to find out if he was right,” Ahmed commented, looking over David’s shoulder. “Here come Ryder Grau and his buddies.”

David’s stomach fell as he turned. Ahmed was right; Ryder and his friends were swaggering across the athletic field, decked out in their basketball duds and trying their best to look threatening. Not like they needed to work hard at it, they were all taller and beefier than the Pink Sissies. 

“Ok, ladies,” Ryder was saying in a droll voice, “Move it along…” He trailed off, though, when he saw David and stopped, grinning evilly. “On second thought, let’s play a game: Men versus girls.”

“You’re on!” David said without missing a beat; he was not going to let the big asshole boss them around. “Shirts against skins. You’re the skins.”

Ryder’s lip curled. “Fine. I know you faggots like to drool over real men’s bodies,” he said, starting to lift his shirt over his head.

“No,” David commanded, acting on sudden inspiration.

Ryder hesitated, giving him a questioning look.

“The shorts,” David ordered. “Off now.”

Ryder’s expression darkened and he drew himself up to his full height, towering over David.  Then the strangest thing happened: David was flinching, fully expecting the bully to swing at him but instead Ryder froze. He stood there stiffly, jaw slack and eyes vacant.

David turned to look back at Ahmed; his friend’s brows were raised as his gaze darted to David and back to Ryder. He shrugged. Was Ryder having some kind of weird seizure?

The rest of the Sissies had stopped playing, looking uncertain and fearful. Ryder’s teammates hadn’t yet noticed that anything was amiss and were still strutting onto the court, acting macho and puffed up. As they came to stand around Ryder, a strangled sound emerged from his throat and he woodenly reached down and placed his hands on the waistband of his baggy shorts. 

Time slowed to a crawl as David held his breath. A second passed followed by another. Ryder stared at David, a look of complete helplessness on his handsome face. He blinked as his teammates finally cued into his strange behavior.

Ryder’s fingers were shaking.

He appeared to be fighting mightily inside. 

His body was rigid. 

His jaw was clenched.

And then…

Shit! He did it!

Ryder shucked his shorts in one quick motion.

David’s eyes went wide. 

Ryder Grau was standing bare-assed on the basketball court, his big cock swinging in the breeze!

The court erupted in chaos with the Sissies cheering loudly and Ryder’s friends shouting at him in consternation. David and Ryder, however, stood there facing each other, chests heaving. David had no idea what had just happened. It didn’t seem possible: Ordering the big man to strip naked in public! What the fuck?

Part of him didn’t question it, though. Yes, part of him slipped easily in this new role as Ryder’s tormenter. That part took over. He locked eyes with the bully and Ryder was unable to look away. Very slowly, David’s lips curled in a satisfied smile and he crossed his arms, nodding at the big man. Ryder swallowed, face pale and hands shaking.

He returned the nod.

There, David thought, now we understand each other. 

Ignoring the uproar around them, he paced over to Ryder, surveying his body critically as the tips of the brute’s ears turned red. “Not bad…for a straight guy,” he murmured. “Now tell your friends to do the same.”

Ryder’s throat went up and down. He stood there, a pleading look on his face, but David wouldn’t let him off the hook. Absently, he reached up to the pendant on his neck and rubbed the gemstone between his fingers, repeating, “Tell them, Ryder. Now.”

The basketball court was a cacophony of noise but somehow Ryder made himself heard above the din. His voice boomed out, “Drop your shorts, guys.”

His teammates immediately went quiet and David took the opportunity to remove his gaze from Ryder. Every one of the big brute’s friends was standing frozen, faces pale and eyes filled with disbelief. Ahmed and the rest of the Sissies had fallen silent, too, but their faces only held amusement and surprise. 

“Drop ‘em!” Ryder shouted.

They stared incredulously at Ryder as, one by one, their bodies betrayed them. Eyes bulging in horror, they watched their hands lower robotically to their sides. Then each guy’s thumbs looped under the elastic band of his shorts. Some of them fought harder than others but none of them succeeded in resisting for long. The Sissies guffawed, giving each other triumphant high-fives as Ryder’s men bent forward and shimmied their hips. Second by breathless second, they pushed the stretchy fabric down, down, down, exposing more and more of their naked flesh until the Sissies were confronted with a row of big, muscular, hairy man asses pointing up and out, welcoming the world. Only after their garments had fluttered to their ankles did they straighten, standing rigid and mortified with their dicks exposed to the world.

“Shirts, too,” David breathed, voice barely audible.

“Shirts, too!” Ryder repeated loudly.

His friends obeyed and soon each guy was completely naked.

As weird as it was that every one of Ryder’s friends had undressed in public, it quickly became even weirder.  After stepping out of their discarded shorts, they apparently forgot all about their nakedness and played basketball with the Sissies as if they played without clothes all the time. Only Ryder seemed to be aware that something was off because his face was frozen in a rictus of humiliation. Still, his body moved on its own accord, running, jumping, and shooting like normal.

The Sissies exchanged bemused grins before they sprang into action, playing a very physical game against Ryder’s ‘skins.’ Not about to waste a golden opportunity, they took every chance to pinch, slap, and grope the naked studs. David was particularly fond of the way that Ryder’s cock slapped his belly and thighs when he tried to shoot a layup. It was like a fantasy come true for the gay players and they savored the gift without questioning it too much. When campus security showed up near the end of the game, the Sissies were up a couple of points. They stood by, drunk on euphoria, as Ryder and his friends received citations before being forced to put their clothes back on. The dudes were laughing (except for Ryder), apparently thinking the campus police were joking with them.

Afterward, the Sissies headed out to a nearby microbrewery for a beer, already drunk on euphoria. David turned to look over his shoulder as they departed and saw that Ryder was staring at him with a haunted expression. He blew a mock kiss at the big jock before running to catch up with his friends.

***

Ryder was in the locker room the next evening when David entered. He was sweaty from his run and was initially glad when he thought the locker room was empty. He needed to be alone. Exercise was good but his heart was heavy with grief. He missed his uncle so much! This was the first time that he’d lost someone close to him and he was surprised by how difficult it was. Jed’s death seemed so cruel, so unfair. Why did he have to die?

He jumped at a sound behind him as he undressed. Turning, he was startled to see Ryder, standing at a locker behind him. Had he been there a minute ago when David walked in?

“Hey, Ryder…” he started to say but his voice died in his throat. He fully expected the bully to be belligerent after David had somehow forced him and his buddies strip and play basketball in the nude but he quickly realized something odd was going on.

Ryder turned at his name but didn’t seem to register David’s presence. He stared straight ahead as he very slowly, almost seductively pulled his tank top over his head before letting it hang for a moment off his index finger and casually tossing it in his locker.

David blinked, heart beginning to pound in his chest.

What was going on? Why was Ryder acting like this? It didn’t make sense. He hadn’t been acting normally (if you could call being a sadistic bully normal) for the past week. He yanked on his own shirt, pulling it over his head. He let it fall to the bench and noticed that Ryder was still facing him, chest bared, a funny half-smirk on his face, although his eyes were focused on the wall behind David. 

He hated to admit it but he found Ryder attractive. He didn’t know why. Ryder was about as Aryan as they came: Tall, bearded, muscular, blond-haired, and blue-eyed. David shivered. It didn’t seem to matter to his body that Ryder was a bully and blatantly anti-Semitic. Something about the huge man was sexy.

Dammit! Why did he feel this way?

He sighed, conflicted and confused by the jock’s odd behavior. He should just ignore him. Yeah, that’s right. He was going to…

Fuck.

Ryder pulled down his shorts, exposing his by now familiar huge dick and floppy balls surrounded by a dense thicket of pale brown pubic hair. The dude was hung like a fucking stallion! His long, uncut cock was easily more than six inches flaccid and really fat. The only thing that ruined it for David was Ryder’s tapering foreskin. He fucking hated foreskins! He tried to imagine what it would look like snipped off. Probably pretty hot. Yeah, I’ll bet that fat cockhead would really pop if it weren’t covered with all that ugly skin, he thought. Too bad…

He licked his dry lips, feeling his cock begin to stand up in his shorts. He was getting really uncomfortable, feeling turned on and disturbed at the same time.

Ryder turned his back to David then, exposing his perfectly ripe, full buttocks. Shit, he had one big, beefy ass! David shivered, his cock now fully hard in his shorts. He had noticed Ryder’s ass before, of course. It was impossible not to. The guy couldn’t find a pair of shorts to conceal it properly and it was always threatening to bust out of even the baggiest of pants. In fact, Ryder’s entire body was so muscle-laden and thick that it spilled out of his clothing. David smiled as he thought about how Ryder’s t-shirts often rode up his stomach, showing off his soft/hard belly. Yeah, his belly was hard because his abdominal muscles were so pronounced and also soft because of a layer of fat covered them in a tantalizing cushion. If anything, this extra padding only made Ryder hotter and David swallowed quickly, chagrined that he’d started drooling.

Wait.

What?

As he stared, Ryder reached back and cupped his massive ass cheeks in his hands, lifting them and then letting them fall. David was entranced by the way they jiggled like ponderous mounds of jello.

Shit, that was fucking hot!

His cock was screaming for attention in his shorts as he reached down to massage it, heedless of the fact that someone could walk in on them at any moment. Shit, even if a guy did walk in, he thought, Ryder was the one who was in the compromising position! He knew now that Ryder was giving him this show on purpose but to what end? Was Ryder addicted to publicly humiliating himself? Was that his kink? He shook himself, realizing he didn’t care. All he wanted was to stare at the jock’s big ass cheeks and massage his boner. Fuck, he was turned on!

It got better.

David gaped as Ryder slowly bent over and then reached back to take his buttocks in his hands.

And then…

Then…

He did it! He carefully, salaciously pulled them apart until his virgin pink pucker was clearly visible.  Then he clenched and unclenched, sending David into the stratosphere.

Ryder Grau had just exposed his hairy hole to him in the locker room!

David couldn’t stop himself from moaning as he shot his load in his running shorts. A dark stain spread across the front, exposing the outline of his rigid cock. He flushed as he looked down at himself. When he looked back at Ryder, he stopped short.

The jock had turned around and was staring at his hardon hungrily as his own massive erection bobbed in front of him. His moist cockhead gently slipped out of the confines of his thick foreskin as a droplet of precum slid to the floor.

***

PART 2

“Fuck me.”

These words made David jump out of bed in alarm.

Ryder Grau was lying in bed next to him! How the fuck had the psychotic bully gotten into his apartment!  He was about to scream when the big stud reached out imploringly, repeating, “Fuck me now!”

Struggling to catch his breath, David yelled, “What the fuck, Ryder? Get the fuck out of here!”

Ryder’s beautiful blue eyes clouded and he looked down, shaking his head. A moment later, his whole body jerked and his gaze snapped to David’s.

“David?” he asked in an almost childlike voice.

Reaching to grab a pillow off the bed to cover himself, David shook his head. “Yeah, who the fuck did you think I was? Your girlfriend?”

Ryder seemed only then to realize he was lying naked in David’s bed and just about knocked himself out when he smashed his head against the headboard in a frantic attempt to scramble away. Rubbing the back of his head, he clutched the sheets over himself as his cheeks flushed crimson.

“Ryder, what are you doing here?” David demanded, feeling shaky from the rude spike of adrenaline he’d just received. He glanced at the clock. It was seven in the morning and the autumn sun was just beginning to light the bedroom.

For a moment, he thought that Ryder hadn’t heard him because the big jock just lay there, massaging his forehead. Finally, he shivered, saying in a low voice, “I…I” His voice cut off then and David watched in astonishment as the big guy burst into tears.

“I can’t stop thinking about you!” he bawled, clenching his fists and screwing his eyes shut. “What did you do to me? I hate this!”

David’s mouth was hanging open and he closed it, biting his tongue. “Ryder…” he began but the jock cut him off.

“I know you did something to me! You were the one who had that guy…take…my…”

“Take your what?” David demanded, crossing his arms. This whole situation was beyond weird. What the fuck was Ryder talking about? He hadn’t done anything to him. Shit, Ryder was the one who bullied David, not the other way around.

Ryder clammed up then, bunching the sheets around his torso and hopping off the bed. He gave David a sour look before grabbing his boxers off the floor. He debated for a moment before finally securing the sheets around his waist as he modestly pulled on his shorts under the covers. 

The only problem was that he couldn’t.

He couldn’t pull on his underwear.

It was almost comical watching him try. He was hopping around on one leg, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, attempting to fish his foot through a leg hole in his boxers while keeping the sheets fastened around his waist. But he couldn’t do it. His foot just would not go through.

Finally, David cleared his throat, offering helpfully, “How about if you sit on the bed and pull them on?”

Ryder grimaced at these words but nonetheless plopped heavily down on the bed and tucked the sheets over his lap. He leaned over as David admired his broad back and the way his massive thighs bulged out of the fabric draped over them. Hmmm…

He shook  himself, disgusted. Ryder was a pig. A stalker pig, that is. How the hell had he gotten into David’s apartment? He turned and noticed that the door to his balcony window was open, the lace curtains fluttering in the breeze. Had he…?

How very Romeo and Juliet of him, David thought sardonically, wondering for the thousandth time why the jock was being so odd.

Lost in thought, it took him a while before he realized that Ryder was hunched over, holding his knees and sobbing. Something inside David’s heart melted at this pitiful sight and he’d taken a seat on the bed next to him before he thought better of it. As much as he despised the man, it bothered him to see Ryder so distraught. The guy was clearly struggling with…what? His sexual orientation? Was Ryder a closet case? He remembered reading that sometimes the guys who bullied gay men were secretly gay themselves. Maybe that was it? But Ryder had always seemed so straight. David had never seen any indication that Ryder was anything but heterosexual.

Tentatively, he placed his palm on Ryder’s shoulder, feeling the big guy tense at his touch. “Ryder,” he began. “What’s going on? Why are you in my bedroom?”

In answer, Ryder spun around quickly and took David’s face in his hands, planting his full lips on David’s.

Whoa.

Whoa!

David’s vision exploded along with his mind.

Ryder Grau was kissing him!

He was kissing the guy who had made his life miserable since the beginning of his freshman semester!

Even worse.

He was a good kisser!

Shit! It didn’t matter. It was Ryder Grau. Ugh.

He fought back, fighting to get away from the man but Ryder outweighed him by over fifty pounds. Ryder pushed him backward on the bed and smothered him under his massive bulk. David was only barely able to gasp for air before the huge man’s tongue was down his throat. The bully’s beard scratched his face raw as he mauled his mouth while holding his arms over his head, pinning him.

With a massive effort, he managed to pull away long enough to gasp, “Ryder, stop! Please! I can’t breathe!”

Unbelievably, the big stud’s body went completely limp with these words and he collapsed on top of David. After a few breathless seconds of struggling, he succeeded in disentangling himself and dragged himself over to the edge of the bed. His pulse was racing, he was fighting to catch his breath…and he was incredibly aroused. What the fuck was wrong with him? He should be freaking out right now after being mauled by a bully who had stalked him and entered his bedroom while he slept.

But.

He was a man.

A red-blooded man.

And he was in bed with a man…who, despite his best efforts to deny it, turned him on like crazy.

David propped himself against the headboard and fondled Jed’s pendant while surveying Ryder’s naked form. The big stud was sprawled out next to him, eyes closed and chest heaving. His face was red and scrunched up like he was fighting back tears. It kind of broke his heart seeing Ryder like this.

“Ryder,” he began hesitantly. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

The jock cracked an eye at this. His face relaxed and he reached up to wipe his eyes. He was silent for a long time as if unable to find words. Finally, he managed to choke out, “Hold me. Just hold me.”

David did.

He scooted down on the bed and pulled the big man to him, cradling his head in his lap while painfully aware that his boner was throbbing against Ryder’s neck. The jock lay there stoically for a minute before he relaxed, head falling back limply. He sighed when David placed his palm against his cheek.

“That…feels…amazing.”

David smiled. This was a side of Ryder he’d never seen before. He seemed innocent, almost helpless. Maybe it was true? Maybe Ryder had just been conflicted about his sexuality and his bullying was a misguided attempt at coping: In beating up homos, he was really just beating up the part of himself that was attracted to men? It made sense. Yeah, it made sense but it didn’t excuse his behavior. After all, plenty of young gay guys managed to come to terms with their queerness without hurting others. Still, David had to admit that he didn’t know anything about Ryder’s home life. Not every family was as supportive of their gay son as his. He had Jed to thank for that. Yeah, Jed had been a trailblazer in so many ways. He’d made it easy for David to come out. He dipped his head then, hurting at the memory. God, he missed Jed!

“Why are you crying?”

Ryder voice startled him. For a moment, he’d almost forgotten the big stud was there! He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and gave Ryder a wan smile.

“I just miss my uncle. He died ten days ago. We…were close.”

The jock nodded somberly. “I…know. You, um, told me when we, you know, met up at the hospital.” He colored before adding quickly, “I’m sorry..”

Had Ryder Grau just apologized? Whoa and double whoa.

“It’s Ok,” David stammered. “I mean, I miss him like crazy but I’ll be Ok.”

Ryder fell silent, resting his cheek against David’s hand. Finally, he flipped over on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows. David flushed. Free of Ryder’s weight, his cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He reached down to cover himself but Ryder stayed his hand, pushing it back down on the bed. A playful smile creased his face and he gave David an impish look, hesitating.

David held his breath as Ryder paused, his hand so close to his cock that he could feel the heat emanating from it.

And then the jock had him!

He grabbed David’s hardon in his calloused hand, jacking him slowly. David’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned.

“Your cock is small,” Ryder pronounced, adding, “I like it.”

David wasn’t offended. He knew he had a small cock and didn’t care. He made up for it in other ways. “Well, yours is big. I like it, too.”

Ryder giggled at this. It was such an incongruous sound from the big man that it made David laugh and he reached down to gently take hold of Ryder’s big hand. The jock looked up at him questioningly.

“Let’s do something fun, Ok?”

Ryder’s face lit up at this and he nodded eagerly.

“Grab that bottle of lube over there and a condom from the nightstand,” David instructed. “And I’ll fuck you. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Ryder lowered his head, cheeks coloring. “Yeah,” he admitted bashfully. “But I don’t know why I want it so much.”

In answer, David squeezed his hand and urged him to sit up. Ryder exhaled and pushed himself off the bed, reaching over to toss the lube and condom onto the covers. David took the condom package in his teeth and tore it open. His cock was rock hard and throbbing so much that he worried that the mere act of rolling on the latex would make him shoot. 

He gave Ryder an apologetic look as the jock settled on the bed next to him, eyes glued to his cock. “We’re gonna have to take this slow, dude.”

“That’s Ok with me.”

David shook his head. “I still can’t believe we’re gonna to do this. I mean, I thought you hated my guts?”

Ryder closed his eyes. “I did.”

“Huh. You’re full of surprises.” He finished rolling the condom down his shaft and patted the bed next to him, saying, “On your hands and knees, boy.”

The jock smirked at this but duly sat up and rolled onto all fours.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous,” David breathed.

It was true. Everything about the beefy jock was stunning but it was that huge ass that really got David’s pulse pounding. Ryder was the perfect bottom! His gigantic hairy ass was pushed out, straining, his little pucker so pink and tender in its nest of curly brown hair. Ryder lowered his head and fixed David with a hungry stare between his legs as he arched his back and thrust his butt upward.

David squirted a handful of lube in his palm and rubbed it between his hands to warm it before slathering Ryder’s hole. The jock clenched briefly but then relaxed and David very gently pushed his index finger inside of him.

“Ah, shit!” Ryder exclaimed. “That’s fucking amazing!”

“Just wait. It gets even better.”

Ryder turned out to be a natural bottom with an insatiable hole. He swore that he had never been fucked before but David found it hard to believe because he easily accommodated David’s cock. He pushed inside without any resistance and bucked against Ryder’s big cushiony butt until both he and the jock were in a frenzy, screaming loudly. He shot his load first but Ryder was jacking himself and came moments later, his whole body convulsing in orgasm. David collapsed on top of him, sweaty and spent, enjoying the way his cock spasmed inside the big jock’s warm hole.

“Shit, dude!” David sighed after he’d caught his breath. “I wish I had your big muscles and fat cock. I’d really pound you good then.”

Ryder mopped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, giving David a shy smile over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Me, too.”

David was about to say something else when a blast of raw electricity shot through his body. He fell back and convulsed on the bed, crying out. His whole body felt like it was on fire with agony! Ryder immediately sat up and was desperately pulling David’s rigid body against his own when the freak episode passed and David went limp, gasping for air.

“That was fucking weird!” he exclaimed, looking down at himself. He couldn’t explain it but he felt…different. Changed in some critical way. But, no, he could see that he was still the same. His slight frame was just as slim and insubstantial as always, his limbs and crotch lightly dusted with brown hair. And his little cock was still little, though it was fiercely erect again, straining so hard that his cockhead was purple. Yeah, everything was normal. Maybe it had just been the aftereffects of the orgasm?

Ryder seemed freaked out but was quickly distracted when he saw David’s tumescence. Releasing David from his tight huge, he leaned down and gave him a tender if somewhat tentative kiss.

“You Ok?” He sounded hoarse.

David shook his head.

“Wanna do it again?”

David lifted his head and nibbled on Ryder’s succulent lower lip, saying, “Fuck, yeah!”

And they did.

***

It was probably his imagination but David was sure that Ryder’s hole was tighter this time. It didn’t seem possible because if anything he should be looser this time around. They had just fucked a few minutes ago.

But.

But, shit! The harder he pounded, the tighter Ryder’s hole got.

“Dude, you really know how to clench!” he praised, stopping briefly to catch his breath.

“Don’t fucking stop, man! I’m gonna cum!”

David laughed. “Let’s try a different position. I want you on my lap.”

Ryder groaned but complied, scooching forward with David still inside him until they were on the edge of the bed and David’s legs were dangling over the side. David leaned back and Ryder squatted on top of him, pushing his ass up and down in a frenetic rhythm that made David cry out in delight. It was incredible that his cock never popped out even when Ryder rose up higher and higher. David didn’t have a lot of experience fucking guys but he knew that his dick was short and this wasn’t optimal for a top. Ryder just brought out the best in him, he decided. The big jock was such an expert bottom that he knew exactly how to maximize David’s meager length. God, life was weird sometimes! Who knew that he and Ryder Grau would so compatible in the sack?

They timed their orgasms pretty well the second time and yelled out in unison. Ryder settled his bulk on top of David afterward, awkwardly turning himself around so they were facing each other before leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

David expected his deflating cock to pull out but it stayed lodged inside Ryder’s hole. He smiled languidly at the jock and realized that even with all of the big guy’s weight on him, he had no trouble breathing.

Unlike before.

Yeah, just a bit ago, he hadn’t been able to take a breath with Ryder resting on top of him.

Huh?

That was weird.

It was true. He distinctly remembered being uncomfortable the last time that Ryder had lain on him. Tentatively, he reached up and hugged the big man to him.

His arms easily reached around the dude’s torso. He could clasp his hands together across Ryder’s back.

Hmmm…Hadn’t Ryder been so wide that he couldn’t reach his arms around him?

Ryder was licking the sweat off his cheek, his eyes delirious with pleasure. When he spoke, David noticed his voice sounded different. Higher. More feminine.

“David, you are spoiling me!” he squealed. “I am so lucky!”

“Uh, yeah,” David said, surprised by his own voice. It was at least an octave deeper than usual. He cleared his throat. Something was definitely off here.

“Hey, Ryder,” he rumbled, feeling increasingly unnerved. “I think we got a problem here.”

***

Part 3

“Fuck! I gotta get to temple!”

Ryder followed David’s gaze to the clock. It was nearly 9am. Temple? Oh, yeah, that’s right. David was a Jew and he vaguely remembered that Jews had services on Saturday. He groaned and settled against his new lover’s bulk, savoring his warmth and muscles. He couldn’t believe how big David was! Hadn’t he been smaller than Ryder before? He tried to remember but everything was cloudy.

David smiled at him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “Sorry, Ry,” he murmured. “I can’t miss this!”

He stood up and swayed precariously for a minute before he caught his balance. Ryder looked up at him, perplexed.

“I…I’m not used to being so big and heavy!” David grumbled, reaching out to steady himself. He teetered over to his dresser and laughed when he almost fell over. “Shit! I’m a fucking beast now!”

Ryder nodded, mesmerized by David’s huge, muscular ass and hairy thighs. His lover pulled out a skimpy pair of underwear from the drawer and staggered around, trying desperately to get his giant foot through the leg hole. Ryder gaped when he saw the size of David’s mammoth cock flopping up and down. It was easily more than eight inches long flaccid! He reached back and massaged his butthole thoughtfully, wincing at the pain. That monster had really stretched out his hole!

David got a leg through the underwear but they tore in half when he tried to pull them up his thigh. He stared down at the shreds for a moment before exhaling in exasperation.

“Shit! I don’t have any fucking clothes that will fit!” He cast about the bedroom, eyes landing eventually on Ryder’s discarded jeans. His face lit up. “Hey, buddy,” he pleaded, batting his beautiful brown eyes down at him. “Can I borrow your stuff? You can help yourself to some of my clothes; they’ll probably fit you just fine now.”

Ryder nodded absently, barely registering a word he was saying. All he wanted to do was stare at David’s huge tool. His glans had the biggest ridge he’d ever seen. It was fucking delicious! He licked his lips.

David smirked at him. “You’re quite a cockslut, aren’t you? I feel like I’ve created a monster.” He scratched a hairy armpit, adding, “Tell you what, how about if I give you some cash and you go out shopping while I’m at the temple?” He stumbled over the nightstand and grabbed his wallet, thumbing through it and pulling out a wad of bills. He handed them to Ryder who reached out and took the money tentatively. He didn’t know why but he felt uneasy. Why was David giving him money?

“Go out and get yourself something pretty, Ok?”

Ryder opened his hand and looked at the money. David had given him over three hundred dollars! He blinked up at the big, muscular man. Wow, David had the body of a god! He was so beefy and hairy that he looked and acted far more mature than his twenty years. Ryder felt glad that he had someone like David who was looking out for him. He needed a big man to take care of him.

David was stepping into Ryder’s jeans, pulling them up and trying to fasten the top button. It was a struggle but he eventually got it. He looked down at his torso and shook his head, muttering to himself. Ryder had to admit that his jeans looked really good on David. They were tight but that was alright. Yeah, tight was good. David had such a perfect body! He lay back on his elbows and admired his lover. Why hadn’t he noticed how handsome David was before?

“Fuck!” David exclaimed as his head popped out of the top of Ryder’s Nascar t-shirt. “I’m gonna get weird looks when I show up wearing this! And my nana is gonna shit when she sees me.” He rubbed his forehead in consternation as he looked down at himself. His mountainous pecs were bulging out obscenely, his perky nipples clearly visible. “How the fuck am I gonna explain this?”

Ryder’s vague sense of unease returned as he watched David. Why did his clothes fit him so well? Wasn’t David smaller than he was? It didn’t make sense. Yeah, something must be wrong. But…he realized he didn’t really care. He just wanted to be with David. That was what mattered the most.

David was patting down his unruly curls and placing a yarmulke on his head when he turned to Ryder again. “Hey, bud,” he said, “I don’t know what’s happening to us but you look really good. Have I told you that? You’re so much cuter with darker hair and those killer hazel eyes. And that skinny bod of yours is super hot!” He smirked, adding, “Now, if we could only do something about that ugly foreskin…”

Ryder made a face at him and stuck out his tongue. He loved his foreskin! And his big dick! He reached down self consciously and cupped his package in his hands.

And froze. 

Whoa, what? 

!!!

He lifted his hand away and stared at his cock. It was so small! Even his foreskin had shrunk! He wasn’t even half hard and it barely covered his glans! What the fuck was going on?

David appeared to be unaware of his confusion and was already heading out the door. “Hey, bud,” he called out over his shoulder. “Let’s meet back here this afternoon, Ok? We can pick up where we left off. Just make sure to lock up when you go.”

The door slammed behind him as Ryder felt his world spin out of control.

***

It took about an hour before Ryder was finally able to work up the nerve to get out of David’s bed. He’d been lying there with his head under the covers, trembling with unshed tears, unable to figure out what the hell had happened to him. Touching his shrunken dick had snapped him out of the fog he’d been in ever since his lips had touched David’s but he still couldn’t get control of his thoughts. A million different feelings swirled around inside his head and he had to admit that he didn’t know which thoughts were real and which ones belonged to someone else.

Someone else with a different body.

Shaking, he pulled back the sheets and stared down at his slender frame and tiny cocklet. Fuck! It was barely two inches long! And his foreskin was retracting off his glans even though he was completely soft! Dense hair covered his legs, thighs, and crotch. Shit, even his chest was furry with black, curly hairs. WTF? He wracked his brains and tried to remember what color his hair had been. Had he been blond? Shit, why couldn’t he remember?

He shoved the covers back over himself, scowling, and his gaze landed on the wad of bills that David had given him. He stretched out a thin arm and looked disapprovingly at the thick, black hair sprouting on his forearm like an unruly garden. Ryder hated it. He looked back at the money and then at his hairy arm and got an idea….

Grabbing the money in his fist, he threw the sheets off and resolutely swung his feet over the bed. When he realized they didn’t even touch the floor, his resolve briefly collapsed but he managed to get himself under control. He pushed his feet down and fell backward, unfamiliar with his body now that his center of gravity was so low. Gasping and feeling like he was going to lose it, he took a deep breath before shoving himself backward and scrabbling across the floor to David’s closet.

He eyed the clothes with distaste, not wanting to wear any of them. He had to put something on to wear to the store, though. Sighing, he selected a scoop neck top and a pair of skinny jeans. These would just have to do until he could find some proper clothes. When it came to putting on David’s underwear, he balked, deciding to go commando. He would purchase a pair when he got downtown and put them on in the changing room.

Thus attired, he delicately picked his way across the room and down the stairs. He felt like he had concentrate with each step but gradually it got easier. Yeah, after he was out on the street, he felt better and quickly got the hang of his new diminished physique. The jeans really hugged his ass, he realized belatedly and reached back to discover that the top half of his butt was exposed. Worse, the shirt rode up high on his back, exposing his hairy midriff.

Shit! It was really obvious that he wasn’t wearing any underwear!

In more ways than one.

Ryder reached down and surreptitiously tugged on his tiny dick, trying and failing to pull his foreskin over his cockhead. It barely covered anything and his glans was chafing painfully against the rough fabric of David’s jeans.

Shit! This sucked. It fucking sucked having a little dick and a little body. He angrily pushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes and then abruptly stopped when he heard a whistle behind him.

Turning, he saw a big bear of a man leering down at him. “Lookin’ good, honey!” 

Squealing, he dodged in the nearest cafe, feeling naked and exposed.

Life as a short guy, Ryder decided, completely sucked.

***

Jayden Matthews was sprawled out on the couch in the common area of the frat house, watching the Michigan State/University of Michigan game on the wide screen television. Brady and Josh were lounging on the other two couches, studying their iPhones more closely than the game. He’d woken up with a hangover and stumbled out of his room to grab a beer for breakfast, glad that the game was on in the morning due to the time difference. He was supposed to meet up with Madison for the university’s home game that afternoon but didn’t think he was going to make it. He had a pounding headache and he felt like shit. He reached down and scratched his balls in his boxers. He hadn’t bothered getting dressed. Fuck it! It was fucking Saturday morning and he was fucking hungover. To hell with it!

He took a deep swig of his beer and was setting it down unsteadily on the coffee table when the front door swung open.

“Hiya, boys!” Ryder called out as he waltzed in, hands full of shopping bags.

“Shit, dude!” Jayden exclaimed. “Shut the fucking door! It’s way too bright out there!” Brady and Josh groaned their assent next to him. What the fuck was Ryder doing out so early anyway? It wasn’t even noon.

“Oh, sorry!” Ryder chirped, carefully setting down his shopping bags and closing the door.

Wait, Jayden thought, what’s up with him? His voice was different. He looked over and did a double take.

“Fucking shit, Ryder! What the fuck happened to you?”

“Huh? Oh, just out for a little ‘retail therapy’!” Ryder explained, pursing his lips and perching his sunglasses on his forehead.

Are those rhinestones on his sunglasses? Jayden wondered. Ryder was decked out in a pair of white pleated pants, dock shoes, and a pale yellow shirt. He was sporting a light blue cotton sweater around his neck. He’d shaved off his beard, too. Jayden straightened up on the couch, wrinkling his brow. Something was definitely not right here…

“Ryder, what happened to your hair?” he asked, unable to believe the dude’s complete transformation.

“You like it?” Ryder said, demurely running his hand through the tight curls. “I got a perm.”

Jayden blinked. A perm? “And a dye job?” Ryder’s hair was now dark brown.

Ryder frowned. “No, silly! This is my natural color!”

“Uh, Ok. I thought you were blond.” This was seriously beginning to creep Jayden out.

Ryder took a few mincing steps toward them, making a big show of placing his bags on the table next to Jayden and pulling out the contents. There were more pastels than Jayden had ever seen in his life. He reached out and picked up a little plastic pouch before Ryder shrieked and slapped his hand, grabbing it away, but not before Jayden saw that it contained a lavender jockstrap. He felt his cheeks color. What the fuck was going on here?

“Ryder,” he said carefully, “how about if you forget about that stuff and watch football with the guys? It will make you feel more yourself.”

His friend placed his hands on his hips, a bewildered look on his face. “But I’ve never felt more fabulous, Jay!”

Jay? No one called him that. “Come on, dude,” he ordered. “Just sit the fuck down. You’re freaking me out.”

Ryder drew his lips into a moue but nonetheless picked his way to the couch, making a face at the discarded beer cans strewn on the floor. Jayden patted the seat next to him and Ryder delicately folded himself down on the cushion. He sat forward, crossing his ankles and placing his hands in his lap.

“Shit, dude, relax!” Jayden commanded and then choked as he inhaled the dude’s flowery cologne.

Ryder looked over at him askance, wrinkling his nose. Jayden growled and Ryder reluctantly leaned backward. They sat like that for a few strained minutes while Jayden pondered his friend’s bizarre transformation, studying him out of the corner of his eye while he pretended to watch the game. Ryder had always been the epitome of machismo and Jayden had been a little afraid of the big guy. Now, however, he seemed almost effeminate. No, not almost. He was effeminate. And smaller, too. Ryder had outweighed him by at least twenty pounds but the guy sitting next to him now couldn’t be more than a hundred thirty soaking wet.

He had changed in other ways, too. His shoulders were narrower and his skin was darker. Shit, even his facial features seemed to have changed! Jayden scratched himself, trying to figure out who Ryder reminded him of. He was still trying to figure it out when the bathroom door opened across the hall and Scott exited, buck naked, stretching and yawning, his towel draped over his shoulder.

Ryder tensed and sat up straight, pressing his knees together. Jayden’s eyes narrowed. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Ryder was checking the dude out. He turned and studied Ryder’s face, noting his intense gaze, the way he was practically devouring Scott’s naked body with his eyes. Jayden shivered.

Ryder Grau was a fruit!

But…

How was that possible?

He knew for a fact that Ryder was straight. Shit, he’d walked in on the guy fucking chicks more than a dozen times! Grau’s exploits were famous in the frat. There was no way that the dude was a homo!

And yet…

There was one way to find out.

He waited until Michigan State scored a touchdown and jumped up, cheering. When he flopped back down on the couch, he splayed out, knees wide. The fly on his boxers was pushed open and he could tell from the cool breeze down there that his cock was poking out. He lay back on the cushion, seeming to close his eyes but leaving them open enough that he could see Ryder.

The little dude was eying his cock hungrily. Jayden smirked inwardly when he saw Ryder lick his lips. (He had really nice, pouty lips, he realized.) Casually, he reached up and scratched his pits before letting his hand fall onto his crotch. Then very carefully, very slowly, he started to massage his dick through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Ryder stiffened next to him.

Jayden was hard in no time. His cock wasn’t very long but he made up for it in girth; he was proud of the fact that even if he didn’t have the longest dick in the locker room, it was almost always the fattest. He glanced down at himself and saw that his moist glans was peeking out of the folds of his foreskin. Ryder was appeared to have stopped breathing next to him, his eyes were glued to Jayden’s hardening cock.

It suddenly occurred to him that he was jacking his dick in front of everyone in the common room and he tucked it back in his boxers before Josh or Brady noticed. Glancing nervously over to them, he was relieved to see that they were both still busy with their phones and didn’t appear to register anything going on around them.

Unlike Ryder.

Jayden looked over to his friend and winked, mouthing the words, “In my room NOW.” He stood up and stretched, yawning theatrically, before reaching down to grab his beer bottle and heading up the stairs. A moment later, he could hear Ryder rustling around behind him as he gathered up his shopping bags and followed Jayden.

This was going to be fun!

Part 4

The little queen had barely pushed open the door of his room when Jayden grabbed him and threw him down on the bed. In one swift motion, he yanked down his boxers and stuck his bulging cock in his face.

“Suck it, cunt!” he ordered. When the little guy hesitated, he backhanded him. Ryder cried out, massaging his cheek and staring up at the big frat guy. Jayden waved his dick in his face, saying again, “Suck it!”

A wave of emotions crossed Ryder’s face at that moment but Jayden was too focused on his need to get sucked off to notice. In the end, though, Ryder took his sweater off his shoulders, setting it carefully to the side. He then looked around for his sunglasses which had flown off his head when Jayden hit him and placed them on top of his sweater.

Jayden watched eagerly as the little faggot inched forward and looked up at him with big hazel-colored eyes. He was starting to open his mouth when Jayden warned, “And watch the teeth, bitch! If you bite me, I’ll fucking kick your ass!”

Ryder lifted his finely-plucked eyebrows and shook his head before his gaze landed once again on the fat tool dripping thick pre in front of him. Jayden smirked down at him. No, the homo wasn’t going to do anything that would put him in jeopardy of not getting his mouth around a big cock. He snorted in disgust. Cocksucking fags were so fucking pathetic!

Ryder’s big pillowy lips parted as Jayden closed his eyes in expectation. When the little pussy’s mouth finally closed around his manhood, he exhaled loudly. He moaned. The faggot was a natural! Shit, in seconds his tongue had transported Jayden to the gates of paradise. He felt his body begin to shake as wave after wave of ecstasy built and crashed over him. He was about to shoot when grabbed a handful of the queen’s permed hair and yanked his head back. He laughed harshly when Ryder shot him a look of profound disappointment.

“Get up here, faggot!” he commanded, taking Ryder by the shoulders and lifting him up. In a ferocious movement, he rent his shirt in two, gloating as the pale yellow shreds fell to the floor.

“Hey!” Ryder whined. “That was a Dolce and Gabbana!”

Jayden growled in the back of his throat, wrapping his big hands around the homo’s slender arms and shaking him. “I’ll fucking buy you a new one after we’re done. Now show me your ass!”

He shoved Ryder away from him, relishing the way the queen clutched himself around the elbows and stared wide-eyed up at him. He was both afraid and turned on, Jayden knew and he gloried in his manly power. He had the little faggot just where he wanted him and he was going to make him pay.

Ryder slowly lowered his hands down to his waist and Jayden realized with a start that the dude was completely hairless. His chest and belly, shit, even his arms were plucked smooth.

“What the fuck happened to all of your hair?”

“Oh, I had a wax this morning,” Ryder answered absently, fingers fumbling with the dainty buckle on his belt.

“Shit, really?”

Ryder wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, body hair is gross.”

“It is, huh?” Jayden puffed out his chest, proudly displaying his macho pecs covered in a thick carpet of brown hair.

“On me, I mean,” Ryder corrected. “On, you…” He reached out a delicate hand and slowly walked his fingers up Jayden’s hairy belly.

Jayden grinned, reaching down to take Ryder hand in his own. He opened his palm and stared at it. The dude had the prettiest hands! He turned it over and noted the complete lack of callouses. The skin was so soft, so tender…

His cock pulsed painfully and he convulsed as a wad of precum built up and then slid out of his piss slit. It splattered on the floor at their feet, causing Ryder to look down. His eyes grew even wider when he took in Jayden’s burgeoning manhood. It didn’t seem possible but his cock was bigger than ever.

Jayden couldn’t wait. He spun him around and tore at Ryder’s pants, rending the belt loops in his desperate attempt to get the dude naked. He had to claw at the slacks to get them loose; they hugged Ryder’s body like a sleeve and he was sweating by the time he’d worked them down past his hips.

He stopped then, reverential disbelief washing over him as the full magnitude of what he was seeing dawned on him.

“Holy fuck, dude! What an ass!”

The back of Ryder’s neck was already rosy but he flushed an even deeper shade of crimson with these words. Was it pride or embarrassment? Maybe it was both.

Jayden gaped.

Ryder Grau had the fattest, perkiest ass he’d ever seen on a guy!

Mesmerized, he reached a shaking hand out to trace an arc down Ryder’s smooth back, down, down, down, down to the moist cleft of his incredible ass. Christ, it didn’t seem possible! If he’d known that a guy could have an ass like this, he never would have fucked anything else. His mouth was hanging open and a rope of drool slipped out. He clapped his jaws shut, biting his tongue.

He forgot his impatience.

He forgot everything but the most important thing: The impossible dream come true, made manifest in the flesh he was touching right now.

Jayden took Ryder’s hips in his hands, clasping them softly as he felt a tremor pass through the little dude’s body. He slowly turned him around and pulled him against his chest protectively, exulting in the rise and fall of Ryder’s breathing, feeling his heartbeat rapid and birdlike in his narrow ribcage. A single tear slid down the big man’s cheeks as he sighed.

“Ryder, I’m sorry.”

There was a pause.

“For what?”

Jayden had to clear his throat before he could speak. “For slapping you around. It was wrong…I was wrong.”

Ryder shrugged his thin shoulders. “It’s Ok. I…I kinda liked it.”

These words brought a smile to Jayden’s face. “I’ll be gentle now. I promise.”

“Don’t be.”

Jayden shook his head, a deep chuckle building in his chest. “Yeah, Ok, I got it. You like it when I get rough. But right now I want to take this slow.” He reached down and placed a finger over Ryder’s lips before he could protest. “Shhhh…just stand there and let me do my thing.”

He knelt down until his face was inches from Ryder’s crotch and opened the zipper on his slacks all the way. Ryder was wearing a tiny orange thong that really stood out against his deeply tanned skin. Jayden remembered the old Ryder was pale and burned easily in the sun. The new Ryder, though, had luscious, olive-colored skin. Stripped bare of any hair, it was soft and supple. He stuck out his tongue and licked his navel, eliciting a pleasing shudder, before he hooked his fingers through the string of the thong and slid it downward.

Ryder’s tiny prick sprang free, fiercely erect at less than three inches. Jayden smiled as he beheld it. He didn’t know it was possible for a guy to have a dick that small and he loved it. Ryder was circumcised or had a really tight, slight foreskin because his glans was fully exposed and pointing jauntily upward.

He lifted his head and grinned at his friend (lover?), a raw feeling of triumph rising inside of him. He couldn’t remember being this happy or this turned on before. The corner of Ryder’s mouth lifted and he raised his chin, urging Jayden on.

Jayden didn’t need any urging.

He lowered Ryder’s slacks and spun him around, pushing him down on the bed. Ryder landed with his ass up in the air, cheeks spread and hole eagerly awaiting Jayden. The big jock let out a playful growl as he took Ryder’s thong in his teeth and yanked it off, lifting his head with the prize dangling from his mouth. He swung his head, flinging the thong over his shoulder before burying his face in the cleft of Ryder’s ass. He lapped at his hole furiously, surprised by how wide and big it was. Pulling away, he inspected it critically.

“Shit, dude! Who got to your hole before me?”

He was unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. Ryder Grau’s pucker was stretched out and red; the little dude had clearly been fucked already that morning.

If Ryder was embarrassed, he couldn’t detect it as he called over his shoulder, “Oh, yeah. That was David Slomovitz. He fucked me real good.”

“David Slomovitz?” Jayden repeated, a sudden wave of jealousy cresting over him. “You let that faggot fuck you?”

“Yeah, and, man, does he have a huge cock!”

Jayden’s vision exploded and he went ballistic, slapping his hand hard across Ryder’s fat buttocks. Blinded with rage, he barely had the presence of mind to grab a condom from his dresser drawer and slap it on his cock before he began pummeling Ryder’s hole. He tore into him rapaciously, violently, and cruelly. He would fucking teach the two-timing faggot a lesson! He would fucking show him who was boss! Fucking little whore wouldn’t be able to walk for a week after he was done with him!

Their screaming brought the whole house to the door of Jayden’s bedroom and Jayden awoke from his orgiastic fury to behold the stunned faces of his frat brothers staring down at them as he slumped over Ryder’s quivering body. His cock was throbbing and on fire as it pumped and pumped. He could feel the condom stretching to accommodate his prodigious seed.

Sighing wearily, he wiped the sweat off his brow. “Hey, guys,” he slurred. “Wanna to have a go? I’ve got him all loosened up for you!”

***

David had spent the whole afternoon waiting for Ryder’s return and opened the door to his apartment eagerly when he heard the knocking. His excitement quickly faded into confusion as he saw the huge man towering behind Ryder, a proprietary hand on the little guy’s shoulder.

“Ry, what…?” His words died in his throat as Ryder held up his hand.

“David, I’m so sorry!”

He stood there, stricken, as the man behind Ryder gave him an evil smile, tightening his grip on Ryder’s shoulder. David was puffing up his chest, assessing the big dude and figuring that he could take him down now that he was a hundred pounds heavier, when Ryder lifted his head.

“Jay, hold on. It’s Ok,” he murmured soothingly to the beast behind him. “I need to talk to David alone.”

The big brute curled his lip and was about to protest when Ryder pulled away and surprised David by stepping inside and closing the door between them.

“He’ll be Ok,” Ryder breathed, leaning his back against the door and ignoring his friend’s angry shout. “He just doesn’t like competition.”

David stared at him, mouth agape. He didn’t have words for what he was feeling. Belatedly, he saw the angry purple mark on Ryder’s cheek and felt his heart clench.

“Ry, no!” he said, anguished, lifting his palm to cup the smaller man’s cheek. “Who did this to you?”

Rolling his eyes, Ryder grimaced. “That’s the least of it, dude! You should see what they did to my butthole.”

David’s hand was on the doorknob, ready to fling the door open, when Ryder stopped him. “Hey, big guy! Hold on! It’s not what you think.”

“Not what I think?” David’s chest was heaving. “Not what I think? What the fuck, dude?”

“Oh, dear,” Ryder sighed. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll explain everything and then tell you why I’m here.”

***

David was staring down at Ryder’s little cock as his friend leaned back, settling his weight on his elbows. His brain was spinning with everything that Ryder had just told him (not to mention everything else that had happened to him that day) and he was fighting with the hurt and disappointment at learning that Ry wasn’t going to be with him. He’d kind of gotten attached to the little guy after their early morning bacchanal. He still couldn’t believe that this was the same bully he’d despised just a day ago. Ryder Grau was almost unrecognizable, a completely new man. He massaged his forehead and took a deep breath. He knew he shouldn’t care what happened to Ryder but he did. He cared a lot.

“It fucking hurts!” Ryder was saying. David shook his head, trying to bring himself back to the present. His friend was motioning agitatedly down at his crotch. “Do you know what’s wrong?”

“Well, er,” David began, feeling more than a little awkward. “It looks like…”

Ryder sat up eagerly. “Looks like what? Tell me what’s wrong with it!”

David smoothed a stray curl on Ryder’s forehead. He gave his friend a tender smile, saying, “Nothing’s wrong with you, Ryder! You’re circumcised. You have a real Jewish cock now.”

Ryder reached down and pulled gingerly on his cockhead. It was so shrunken that he had to really stretch it out to expose the shaft. There was a little loose flesh hugging the base of his glans but not enough to cover the pronounced ridge of his corona. An angry red scar ringed the skin under the glans.

“But, I’m not a Jew!” he exclaimed before stopping and placing a hand on David’s arm. “Am I?”

David smiled. “You sure look like one to me! Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror since…what happened to us…this morning?”

Ryder’s face had gone white. Self-conscious, he folded his hands over his lap and sat there frozen.

“Oh, Ry! You’re one of the tribe now!” David cajoled. “It’s a mitzvah! You should be honored to be one of the Chosen.” He carefully removed Ryder’s hands from his lap, exposing his cock. Ryder tried to cover himself again but David wouldn’t let him.

“I, uh, don’t know how to be Jewish,” he stammered after a long pause.

“You don’t do anything, silly! You simply are. It is who you are now.”

Ryder mouthed the words ‘Who I am now’ back at him, his eyes big.

David laughed. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know. You can come with me to temple and I’ll introduce to my family, the rabbi, everyone! They’ll love you!”

Ryder smiled wanly at him, shaking his head. “What the fuck am I gonna tell my dad?”

David was about to respond when they both jumped at a crash down below. A moment later, there was loud stomping up the stairs and Jayden burst into the room. His bearded face darkened ominously as he took in the scene before him.

“You fucking…” he began but was interrupted by Ryder’s laughter.

“Jayden, down boy! It’s Ok. David was just helping me come to terms with my Jewish identity. See,” he said provocatively lifting his crotch in the air, “I got a little Jew dick now!”

Jayden paused, a funny look on his face and David took the opportunity to stand up and offer his hand to the big guy. “Jayden,” he said, “You lucky bastard.”

A slow smile dawned on the big frat boy’s face as he understood the meaning behind David’s words. He reached out and gripped David’s hand, shaking it firmly. “Yeah, well, thanks.” His voice was a low rumble. “Yeah, thanks, man! I feel pretty lucky. I mean, Madison is mad as shit at me right now but I don’t give a fuck. I got the hottest guy in the world out of the deal.” The two big men turned and fixed their admiring gaze on Ryder.

“Aw, shucks,” he said, flushing pink. “And all I got out of the deal was a sore asshole.”

David laughed at the double entendre but Jayden just stood there blankly. Ry winked at David conspiratorially.

“Jay, help me up here,” Ry implored. “It’s your fault that it hurts when I stand.”

***

Ahmed found David sitting on the edge of his bed an hour later, lost in thought. David hadn’t heard his steps coming up the stairs and was surprised when his friend pounded on his bedroom door.

“David!” he yelled. “David! Why is your front door bashed in?”

“It’s open, dude!” he called out, wiping a hand across his face. He’d been crying from the dual wound of losing his uncle and Ryder practically back to back. He knew from talking with Rabbi Chertov that people in mourning were more sensitive to loss, feeling even minor ones as deep hurts. Still, there was a difference between knowing something mentally and feeling it. He fingered the gem on his uncle’s necklace, missing Jed fiercely.

Ahmed froze when he entered the room. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded. “And what are you doing in David’s bedroom?”

It took him a moment to realize that Ahmed didn’t know him like this. He’d started to rise and walk toward his friend and stopped. Ahmed drew back, a look of fear and suspicion on his face. David lifted his hands, placatingly.

“Ahmed, it’s me.”

His friend’s expression was priceless. David watched bemused as a thousand different reactions raced across Ahmed’s handsome features. His mouth hung open for a moment before he closed it. Finally, he managed to choke, “David…?”

He nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m not shitting you. It’s really me.”

“But…how?” Ahmed’s voice was little more than a squeak.

“Dunno. Just happened this morning.” He shrugged, adding, “You think I look different, wait til you see what happened to Ryder Grau. Do the words ‘screaming bottom’ mean anything to you?”

Ahmed blinked and burst out laughing. “Fuck, man. Fuck! This had better be some fucked up dream. I don’t know if the world can handle Ryder Grau as a bottom.”

***

Ariel appeared at David’s grandparents the next evening as they were sitting down to dinner. While still imposing, David noticed the man wasn’t nearly as impressive now that he himself was a foot taller.

“David Slomovitz,” he said, shaking his head in mock amazement. “My, how you’ve grown!”

David ducked his head, feeling tongue-tied around the handsome man. “A-A-Ariel, will you join us for dinner?”

There was only the briefest of hesitations before he replied. “I would be happy to share dinner with you.”

David exhaled, absurdly glad to hear these words. He stood aside and was ushering Ariel inside when the man reached out and touched the pendant on David’s throat. There was a little flash of light and David shook his head. When he opened his eyes, he could have sworn that he spied a pair of enormous, dark wings opening, opening, opening, behind Ariel. They were so vast and so dark that they eclipsed the street lights behind him and cast a seductive pall over them both. He was drawing back in alarm when Ariel smiled and all at once the light returned. David realized it had just been his imagination; there was nothing unusual about Ariel beyond the fact that he was inordinately good looking.

“Thank you,” the man was saying as he stepped past David. “Thank you for inviting me in.”