Note: I admit it. I’m obsessed with public nudity. It’s just so transgressive! And it’s this fantasy of exhibitionism that inspired this story. I think you’ll enjoy it very much. And, don’t worry, it’ll be a short one. I plan to have the remaining two chapters up here soon.

Main themes: Public nudity, exhibitionism, straight-to-gay, small cock, phimosis, circumcision, butt growth, steroids, tattoos, piercings, humiliation

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Chapter 1

Tripp Edwards was thrilled to throw away his glasses after getting Lasik surgery. Due to an awful astigmatism, he’d had to wear the thickest lenses known to man since the age of five. Even as lens technology improved and glass was replaced by high-tech materials, his glasses were still incredibly thick. For most of his childhood and all of his adult life, he’d been defined by the big pieces of plastic sitting on the bridge of his nose. Needless to say, he hated his glasses.

Those lenses affected every aspect of his life but the injury they did to his dating life was particularly severe. The simple truth was that women looked right through him, even though he had a nice body and was well groomed. The shameful truth was that he was still a virgin at age twenty five. His horniness and desperation grew with each passing day until he was beside himself. Worse, he was plagued by a horrible fear that he would remain a virgin forever. When he finally had the disposable income to get Lasik surgery, he scheduled it without a second thought. His life and happiness depended on getting rid of those damned glasses!

He almost cried when he walked out of the opthmalogist’s office after the procedure. Not only was the weight of his glasses gone for good but he could see everything with startling clarity. He’d never realized how beautifully detailed the world was! There were textures he’d never imagined and even color seemed somehow more vibrant. Here at last was the richness of life he’d been missing!

Even better, it was clear almost immediately that losing the ‘bottle-bottom’ glasses increased his attractiveness to the opposite sex. Just walking down the sidewalk and into a cafe, he received many more smiles and covert glances than ever before. As the day wore on and he garnered ever more positive attention, he was glowing. He thrust his broad shoulders back and walked with his head held high, feeling like a truly sexy beast for the first time ever. So, he thought, this is what it’s like to finally be a real man!

The following morning, he awoke at six and jumped out of bed, donning his nylon shorts and shoes and going out for a run. It was a warm July day and his toned body was glistening with sweat by the time he jogged up the steps of his apartment at the end of a ten-mile run. After a quick shower and breakfast, he was off to work, arriving well before nine o’clock.

Getting to the office early was part of his plan. His cubicle was at the front of the building which meant everyone walked past his desk on the way in. He was dying to see if anyone–especially any of his hot female coworkers–noticed how he looked without his glasses. He would have been happy with just a modicum more attention than he usually received but, even in his wildest dreams, he would never have predicted the response he got.

Shrieks of delight echoed through the office as soon as the first of his coworkers filtered through the glass doors and saw him sitting primly at his desk. He looked up at them coyly through his long, black eyelashes and smiled. In no time, he had a horde of young women fawning over him, sighing and murmuring with delight as they gazed into his eyes and told him how handsome he was. Even better, Alina Jordan and Marli Kasperov were among them. He’d been drooling over the pair ever since he was hired by the company a year ago. Sadly, though, neither of them had given him a second glance. Until that morning.

He was so busy lapping up the love that he didn’t notice his cubicle mate, Pike Rios, saunter in and do a double take. “Whoa, bro! Would ya look at dem peepers!” Pike called out. “Flash me dem baby blues!”

Tripp looked up, grinning, but the smile on his face vanished as soon as he realized what Pike was wearing. 

Or wasn’t wearing, in this case.

“Jesus, Pike!” he exclaimed, startling Alina and Marli. “Would you put some fuckin’ clothes on!”

Pike stopped a few paces away, a puzzled expression on his jock-bro face. “Uh, whaddaya mean, bro?” He looked down at himself before looking back up at Tripp. “Are these chinos and dress shirt too tight or sumthin’? Do they show off too much of my big, voluptuous bod for ya?” He laughed and Alina and Marli joined in.

Tripp gaped at him before turning to his other coworkers. Their faces were just as puzzled as Pike’s. He looked from them to Pike and felt his neck grow hot. No, he was NOT imagining things; Pike was most certainly naked. Completely naked. He wasn’t even wearing a pair of shoes.

“Alright,” he drawled, belatedly catching on. “I get it. You’re making fun of me, aren’t ya? Sure, go ahead and punk the dude with poor eyesight. Yeah, that’s right. My eyesight was so bad I didn’t notice you were naked until after the surgery. Ha ha.”

Pike’s eyebrows went up and he exchanged a bewildered glance with Alina and Marli. “Lemme get this straight, bro,” he rumbled. “Ya think I’m naked right now? Like, as in not wearin’ no clothes?”

Tripp scowled. “Like, yeah, bro. I mean, c’mon! Don’t you think this is a little much? You could get fired for this!” He exhaled in annoyance, muttering, “Walking around naked in public? What a dork!”

Pike, Alina and Marli were silent for a long moment before Pike’s face lit up. “Marli,” he said, “take a pic of me, will ya? You got yer phone, right?”

Marli nodded, extracting her iPhone from her pocket and snapping a photo of Pike. She then held the phone out to Tripp. He took the phone, smirking with vindication, only to drop it in surprise. It fell to the floor at Pike’s bare feet.  No way! he thought. There’s no fuckin’ way!  But a quick glance down at the phone confirmed that Pike was completely clothed. In the photo, his friend was wearing his usual casual business attire, a pair of khaki pants and a light blue Oxford. A red tie was slightly askew around his bull neck.

Tripp’s ears colored and he sat there for a long time, mind roiling with confusion, before he finally figured out what was going on. “Very funny!” he shouted. “You staged this, didn’t you?” He looked from Pike to Alina to Marli. “You took this picture before I got here, before Pike took off all his clothes! Well, I’m not falling for it!” Pulling out his own phone, he snapped a photo of Pike and held it out for everyone to see…only to realize much to his consternation that Pike was completely clothed in that photo as well.

“What the…?” he breathed, gaping at the screen. “That’s not possible!”

“Looks like somebody needs to get his eyes examined,” Pike joked, leaning against Tripp’s desk and staring down at the photo on the phone.

Alina and Marli tittered, causing Tripp’s face to blaze bright red. He hated being made fun of! He forced himself to ignore them and examined the photo on his phone, looking from the phone to Pike and back down at the phone. Pike grinned. How the fuck is this possible? He looked back over and grimaced at the sight of the big dude’s fat schlong dangling just inches from his face. He closed and rubbed his eyes, forgetting for a moment that he wasn’t supposed to do so for a couple weeks after the surgery. When he reopened his eyes, though, Pike’s fat schlong was still there. As were his big, low-hanging, hairy nuts. Pike reached down and scratched them idly as he watched Tripp with amusement. Without a word, Alina and Marli turned and walked away, taking all of Tripp’s elation with them.

“You Ok, bro?” Pike asked, leaning in closer after they’d left. “You sure ya don’t still need those glasses?”

This jab got Tripp’s dander up and he hissed, “Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone!” He still wasn’t ready to give up on the theory that he was being punked. He didn’t know how they were doing it but there was no way he was hallucinating Pike’s nudity. He might be gullible but he wasn’t stupid!

The more he thought, the angrier he got until he couldn’t take it any more. Standing up and rounding on his friend, he demanded, “Why’d you have to go and ruin everything? You just couldn’t let me enjoy it, could you? You just couldn’t let me be a man for once. What? Were you worried about the competition or something? Couldn’t stand the fact that for once I’m as attractive as you? No! You had to go and shit all over everything like you always do! You and yer fuckin’ narcissistic exhibitionism!”

Pike lifted his hands in the air, an injured expression on his bearded face. “Whoa, dude! Whoa! What’s gotten into ya? C’mon, man! Snap out of it! I’m Pike! Pike! Yer best bud!”

Tripp wasn’t having it. Drawing himself up to his full height, he stuck out his chest and got in Pike’s face. “You think this is funny, huh? You think it’s funny being naked in public? Well, two of us can play this game!” He reached up and unfastened his tie, pulling it over his head and throwing it down on the floor. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it at the startled Pike who caught it before it slid to the floor. “It’s not all about you, Pike!” Tripp continued, his rage burning hotter by the second. “NOT EVERYTHING’S ABOUT YOU!”

He wrestled with his belt, pulling it open. When he started to unbutton his pants, though, Pike grabbed his hands and pulled them away. “Tripp! Tripp!” he whispered urgently. “What the fuck are ya doin’?! Keep yer fuckin’ clothes on!”

Tripp forced his hands out of Pike’s grip. With one quick motion, he whipped his pants and underwear down around his ankles. And, standing there proudly, held out his arms so everyone could see that he was just as naked as Pike.

His impulsive action was greeted with a chorus of whistles and catcalls as everyone in the office turned and beheld Tripp Edward in his fully naked glory. Pike gaped at him, face going pale. And then he threw himself over Tripp, covering his nakedness with his body. Tripp was suddenly enveloped in hairy muscle as Pike hugged him tightly while simultaneously guiding him toward the men’s restroom. Tripp tried to free himself but Pike was too strong and he had no choice but to be dragged bodily across the room and out of public view.

Once inside, Pike refused to let go of him. Tripp struggled to no avail. When he realized to his undying embarrassment that their penises were pushed together–His dick was touching another guy’s dick!–he yelled, “Let me fuckin’ go, you pervert!”

“Not until you calm the fuck down and promise to put yer clothes back on!” Pike stated, tightening his grip. “What has gotten into you, Tripp? You could get fired!”

“You first, asshole!” Tripp hissed. “Put yer own fuckin’ clothes on!”

Pike rolled his eyes. His mouth was only inches from Tripp’s, so close he could smell the coffee on his breath. In fact, smashed up against each other, Tripp could smell everything about his friend’s body: His deodorant, his sweat, his rich, musky man-scent. It filled his nostrils and made him feel kind of woozy. Oblivious to his inner turmoil, Pike continued, “We’ve been over this already, bro. Unlike you right now, I am fully clothed. And I probably just saved yer sorry ass. What if someone snapped a pic of you just now and showed it to a manager? What if they look at the security cam footage?”

Tripp wiggled, still trying to free himself. When he realized his dick was dueling Pike’s thick man-cock, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, though, he froze. He couldn’t believe what was happening! How the fuck had such a perfect morning–the first day of the rest of his life as a newly-minted stud–gone so completely wrong? Wrong in every way!

He gave up. He didn’t have a choice because resisting would only prolong his humiliation. His body went limp and slumped against Pike, all of the fight flowing out of him as quickly as it had come.

“There,” Pike said, patting him on the bare ass. “Now you stay here while I get yer clothes. Then I want you to get dressed and go back to work. If you’re lucky, you’ll only get called into HR for a reprimand.”

***

“I didn’t realize you were that tiny, bro,” Pike commented when Tripp was stepping into his underwear. His friend was leaning back against the sink, his beefy arms crossed, as he surveyed Tripp’s naked manhood. “I hope yer a grower! Well, at least ya still got yer foreskin unlike most American guys around here.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tripp growled, feeling his masculine pride take yet another hit. With that one callous comment, Pike had just thrown salt on an old, deep wound, a wound that Tripp had spent almost as much time obsessing over as his thick glasses: He had a small penis. As in, barely three and half inches erect. Flaccid, he was only about two inches long…and that was including his foreskin. He was so small that gravity had no effect on it. When he was soft, his dick pointed straight out from the wooly thicket of his black pubes.

“Dude, it’s no big deal–” Pike drawled before his voice broke off and he stifled a laugh, adding, “Literally.”

“I said SHUT UP!” Tripp finished pulling up his boxers, now more self-conscious than ever about the tiny outline of his boy-sized cocklet poking out against the sheer fabric. He clenched his jaw and looked away from Pike but not before he got another eyeful of his friend’s fat bear-cock. It wasn’t fair that Pike was so hung! The dude had everything and Tripp had to make do with the leftovers.

Pike stood up, giving Tripp the once over, before pronouncing, “Dick size ain’t everything, bro. Trust me. I mean, I got a small dick, too.”

“Really?” Disbelief dripped like venom from Tripp’s voice because, as he uttered the words, his eyes were fixed on the monster-sized dick swinging between his friend’s hairy thighs. “You don’t say.”

Pike shrugged. “Yeah. And I’m Ok with it. You know why?”

“I haven’t a clue.”

“I work out,” Pike explained, flexing an admittedly sizable bicep. “A lot. I decided that if I can’t make my dick bigger, at least I can grow bigger muscles.”

“So,” Tripp began, stepping into his trousers. “You’re compensating. Is that it? And you think I should, too.”

“Call it what you want,” Pike replied, shrugging again. “But it works. Chicks dig big muscles even more than big dicks. It’s only other guys who care ‘bout cock size.”

“Wow, you really have a lot of insight into this,” Tripp sneered, growing tired of his friend’s patronizing attitude. “I feel SO much better.”

“Dude!” Pike complained. “What’s wrong with you? I’m juss tryna help ya out here. Us short-dicked bros gotta stick together.” He smiled, reaching out to muss Tripp’s hair, adding, “And by sticking together, I’m sayin’ I’ll be yer wingman.”

“I don’t need a fucking wingman!” Tripp snarled, pulled his head angrily away from Pike and, peering at his reflection in the mirror, fixed his messed up hair. 

Pike sighed, crossing his beefy arms. “Sorry, but yer wrong, bro. Yer little outburst out there juss now proves it. If ya were gettin’ yer share of pussy, you’d’ve never said that. Ya see, I’m not yer competition, I’m on yer side!”

Tripp scowled. “Fuck you. I don’t need your help. I was doing just fine before you showed up and ruined everything!” He finished fixing his hair, pushing his thick, black curls out of his eyes and patting the sides of his head. As he did so, his gaze inadvertently flicked over to Pike’s reflection in the mirror and he nearly choked.

Pike was fully clothed.

Shaking, Tripp looked away from the mirror, turning back to his friend. He almost fell over when he saw that Pike was still naked. What the fuck?! How is that possible? He looked back in the mirror and, sure enough, once again Pike was wearing clothes. What in the fucking hell is happening to me!? I need to see a doctor. Or a psychiatrist. Or both. I’m fucking losing my mind!

Pike misinterpreted his startled reaction and puffed out his muscular chest proudly. “See? I’m living proof there’s more to gettin’ laid than havin’ a big dick. In fact, I get more pussy than I can shake my little stick at.” Thrusting out his big hand, he offered, “I’ll make ya a deal: I’ll get ya laid within a month or buy ya breakfast for the next year. Whaddaya say, bro?”

“Sure. Whatever.” He accepted the proffered hand, wincing at Pike’s strong grip. The big dude patted him on the back before turning and sauntering out of the room. Tripp watched him go, grimacing at the sight of that big, bulky, hairy and still very naked body.

When the door closed behind Pike, Tripp exhaled in relief. He’d agreed to Pike’s proposal more to get him to leave him alone than anything else. He stood there at the sink, clutching the counter and inhaling deeply. He had no idea what was going on or what to do about it. Maybe this was a normal side effect from Lasik? Maybe after years of bad vision, his brain was so messed up that he was seeing things that weren’t really there? But why Pike? And why Pike naked? He’d never given a second thought to his friend’s body, never seen him naked and never wanted to. In fact, he would have been quite happy to live the rest of his life without ever seeing Pike nude. Why the fuck would his brain hallucinate this?

A better question was this: Could he tell anyone about it? He shuddered with embarrassment at the thought of confessing to a doctor. Um, you see, Doctor, I see my male coworker naked even when he’s wearing clothes. It started happening right after my eye surgery. Can you fix it? He shook his head. No, there was no way he was going to have that conversation with a doctor, let alone anyone else. The best he could do was hope that it was just temporary. Yes, he was sure of it. Soon his brain would adjust and he would go back to normal and never see Pike’s hulking cock again!

Looking up at his reflection, he forced himself to smile confidently but, beneath the fake grin, his expression was harried and his face was still red with embarrassment.

***

Chapter 2

He got off with a reprimand from HR. It turned out that the employee handbook didn’t say anything about public nudity and made no mention of a dress code or indecency. The HR assistant blinked at him when he pointed this out. He watched smugly as the guy disappeared from the office and, after a hurried consultation with his supervisor, told him that he was correct; they would add a new section to the handbook about nudity and decorum. If he agreed never to take off his clothes at work again, they would let him go with a warning and nothing would be added to his personnel file.

He walked out of the meeting victorious but his smile faded as soon as he looked over and saw Pike chatting with Marli. The dude–still naked as the day he was born–was leaning with his arm against the wall and smiling seductively. Tripp’s jaw clenched when Marli covered her mouth and laughed at something Pike said. Tripp had no idea what they were saying but their body language was undeniable: Marli was hot for Pike. 

It got worse. 

As Tripp stared, he witnessed the unthinkable: Pike’s big cock growing stiffer and fatter the longer he talked to Marli. Tripp’s jaw fell open. The fucker was getting turned on! Tripp tried to make himself look away but he couldn’t. He felt his neck grow hot and his good mood wither on the vine. Grimacing, he forced himself to turn away and walk stiffly back to his desk. How much longer would he be subjected to this torture? Some things were never meant to be seen! Why did he have to bear witness to Pike’s arousal? It was inhumane.

“What up, bro?” Pike asked a minute later, sidling up and settling his big, muscular bottom next to the mouse on Tripp’s desk. Tripp jerked his hand away, closing his eyes. The dude was still hard and his cock was lifting up from his dense thicket of curly pubes! “Everything go Ok in the meeting with HR?”

Eyes averted, Tripp muttered, “Yeah, it was fine. I just got a warning.”

“Ex-cel-lent,” Pike drawled, reaching down to scratch idly at his hardon. “That’s awesome.” When Tripp shuddered in revulsion, he asked, “What? What’s wrong, bud? Everything Ok?”

“I’m fine,” Tripp stated, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “Now would you please go away and let me get back to work?”

“Not until you promise me that you’ll join me at the gym tonight,” Pike replied, grinning. “It’s time to start yer pussy magnet training. The clock’s ticking, bro, an’ I only got a month to get ya laid.”

Indignation made Tripp careless and he whirled in his chair to face Pike, only to find the dude’s big cock in his face. Now much more than half hard, Pike’s man-sized member was impressively thick. Tripp found himself momentarily mesmerized by the sight of the dude’s apple-size glans slowly sliding up the long turtleneck of his super tight foreskin. He found himself wondering once again how Pike dealt with a foreskin that tight. It looked painful! He was glad that his own (much smaller) foreskin was plenty loose…well, sort of loose anyway. (Actually, it had a habit of shrinking up tight, too, especially after a long run.) Further, Tripp couldn’t help noticing that Pike’s foreskin was much darker than the rest of his penis. It was ebony black whereas the skin on his shaft was dark mocha brown. He also had the densest bush of wiry, black pubic hair that Tripp had ever seen and…

“Uh, bro? Dude? You Ok? Yer, um, kinda makin’ me uncomfortable here.” Tripp’s face flamed crimson as he realized he’d been staring at Pike’s crotch. He abruptly turned away. When he started to bolt out of his chair, though, Pike stopped him with a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Uh uh. Yer not goin’ anywhere until ya gimme an answer. Will ya go to the gym with me tonight?”

“Yes, sure!” Tripp sputtered without thinking. “I’ll go!”

Pike smiled, loosening his hold. “Great, bro!” he called out to Tripp’s rapidly departing backside. “Can’t wait to get started!”

***

It seemed like every time he turned around that day, he was confronted by Pike’s nudity. If he’d hoped that the bizarre short-circuit in his brain would quickly fix itself and make him see his coworker wearing his clothes again, he was sorely disappointed. In the conference room, there was Pike leaning back in his chair with his beefy legs spread wide. In the lunchroom, there was Pike sitting on a stool with his big, bare butt hanging off the rim. When he walked into the restroom, there was Pike in front of the urinal, holding his big, thick cock with both hands and grinning back at Tripp. It was insufferable!

He was so worked up by the end of the day that he completely forgot about his promise to accompany Pike to the gym. Walking out the office and onto the sidewalk, he found himself once again confronted by his naked coworker. He groaned inwardly when Pike lifted a hand and waved happily at him.

“C’mon, bro! Let’s go get swole!” he said, his big balls flopping back and forth in the breeze.

Tripp’s shoulders sagged. Why had he promised Pike he’d go to the gym? All he wanted was to get out of the big guy’s sight…or, more precisely, all he wanted was for Pike to get out of his sight. Now he would be stuck staring at the dude’s big schlong for another couple hours. Great. This was just great.

A half hour later after a quick stop at Tripp’s apartment to grab his workout clothes, they were standing in the locker room of the gym near their office building. It was a busy night and the place was packed. Tripp looked around the crowded locker room with apprehension, not wanting to take his clothes off in front of so many guys, not to mention in front of Pike again. His ego was still bruised from the dude’s thoughtless comment about his tiny manhood. At least Pike doesn’t stand out as much in here, he thought, glancing at the multiple of men in various states of undress.

“So, bro,” Pike was saying as he rummaged around in his locker, “I was thinkin’ ‘bout you makin’ a good impression on the ladies and I realized what ya need.”

“Yeah?”

Pike straightened, turning to him and holding something out. It looked like a syringe. “What I was sayin’ before is true,” he continued. “Chicks dig big muscles like mine but ya know what they dig even more?”

Tripp was staring at the little syringe in his friend’s hand, wondering if it contained what he thought it did. His skin was prickling. When he realized that Pike was still waiting for his response, he shook himself. “Uh, no, I don’t. What do they like?”

Pike grinned. “An ass, bro. Chicks dig a big, meaty ass. Sumthin’ they can really sink their claws into, ya know?” As he said this, he shifted his weight onto his hip and thrust out his bottom, giving Tripp the full view of his big, blocky, muscular ass cheek.

Tripp’s mouth was hanging open and he shut it with a snap before stammering, “I-I-I don’t know, dude. I mean, I don’t really–”

“If ya ask me,” Pike continued, ignoring him, “yer butt could use some work and this is just what ya need!”

“Whoa, dude!” Tripp protested as his friend brandished the syringe at him. “What is that?” He looked around worriedly to see if anyone was watching before lowering his voice and whispering, “Is that steroids?”

Pike laughed, answering in a voice so loud that several guys turned and stared in his direction. “Of course, it’s ‘roids, bro! What else would it be?” He gestured around him, adding, “Where d’ya think ya are anyway? This here’s a fuckin’ ‘roid gym!”

Tripp watched in startled surprise as the guys who were staring turned back to their lockers, shaking their heads. Only then did it hit him that the men in the locker room were uniformly huge. Every one of them was big and burly and sported bulging muscles that almost put Pike’s admirably pumped physique to shame. With hunching shoulders, he realized he was by far the skinniest, scrawniest guy in there.

Sensing his shame, Pike softened and slung a heavy arm over his shoulder while holding the syringe up to his face. “Don’t worry, bro! This stuff’s fuckin’ magic! It’ll give ya a big booty and perfect muscles in no time. Even better, it won’t shrink yer, um, man parts like regular ‘roids.” Putting his hand beside his mouth, he leaned in conspiratorially and murmured, “An’ given how tiny ya are, that’s a damned good thing, too!”

Tripp colored but didn’t pull away. He couldn’t; he was too captivated by the syringe and what it promised. His eyes flicked from the needle to the hulking slabs of muscle surrounding him. He had no desire to get as big and beefy as any of them but–and he looked down at his slight frame–he could use some muscle. And, yeah, a bigger butt, too. He knew that running hadn’t done him any favors down there. As it was, he had nothing to keep his pants up if he didn’t wear a belt. Having no ass was a relatively small concern but it was a concern nonetheless. What would it be like if…?

“You swear it’s safe?” he asked, swallowing. “And I won’t experience any side effects? I don’t want bitch tits or acne or anything like that.”

Pike’s grin deepened. “Cross my heart, bro. This is the ‘Big Man Elixir’ you’ve been waiting for. All of yer problems are solved in this little syringe right here.” When Tripp still hesitated, he offered, “If it’ll make ya feel better, I’ll let ya inject me, too. I mean, I already got a big ass but what guy doesn’t want a bigger one?”

Tripp blinked. In his worked-up state, this statement seemed logical. “Well, Ok,” he said quietly. “I guess so.”

“That’s my bro!” Pike praised, beaming. “Now get undressed and I’ll shoot you up.”

Tripp did as he was told. He couldn’t believe it but something about Pike’s pressure and the promise of growing bigger muscles really got him going and he found himself pulling his shirt off and stepping out of his pants and underwear in front of his friend for the second time that day. He only became self-conscious when he was completely naked with his little dicklet barely poking out of the nest of his pubic hair.

Pike stopped him from covering himself, urging, “Bro! Bro! Relax. Yer among friends here. No one cares ‘bout yer little pecker.” He snorted, adding, “As if! You realize pretty much every guy in here is just as un-hung as we are, right?”

Tripp started to relax but then his eyes landed for the millionth time that day on Pike’s enormously thick and long penis and his stomach soured. Why did Pike keep saying that he wasn’t hung when it was patently obvious that the dude was porn-star material? Was he hallucinating the size of the guy’s penis in addition to his nakedness? But no, he thought with rosy cheeks, he’d felt Pike’s huge cock against his own when the dude wrestled him into the bathroom. Unless the hallucination was tactile as well as visual, Pike Rios was most assuredly hung like a stallion.

“Here, gimme a sec,” Pike said when he realized that Tripp was wavering. “Lemme get changed and then I’ll let ya inject me so you can see it’s harmless.” Tripp watched him pantomime the motions of loosening his tie and removing his shirt before his hands dropped down to his waist where his belt should have been. When he realized Tripp was staring at him, he cleared his throat, saying, “Um, bro?”

“Yeah?”

Pike’s fuzzy cheeks colored. “Would ya mind, uh, ya know, turnin’ around while I, um…?” He looked downward significantly.

“What?” Tripp demanded. “You’re telling me you’re shy?” He held out his arms, displaying his naked body and tiny dick. “You realize that I’m completely naked here, don’t you?”

Pike dropped his head, ashamed. It was so comical watching him act bashful that Tripp laughed out loud. “Hey!” Pike complained. “It’s not funny! I have a thing ‘bout bein’ naked in public. I don’t like people seeing me!”

It was all Tripp could do to keep a straight face upon hearing this admission but Pike’s tone was so sincere that Tripp knew he was serious. Sighing with exasperation, he turned his back to Pike, huffing, “Ok, fine! Tell me when you’re…um, decent.”

He had only to wait a minute before Pike called out, “It’s Ok now. I’m all dressed!” Predictably, Tripp turned to find Pike was just as naked as ever. His buddy was standing there, holding out the syringe to him. When Tripp accepted it, Pike acted like he was lowering his non-existent shorts. Glancing over his shoulder, he urged, “Go ahead. Jab it in my left cheek, dude. I’ll give ya another one for the right cheek.”

Tripp did as he was told, gently pushing the needle into the soft skin of Pike’s ass. He squirted the contents inside and then did the same with the other cheek. It felt incredibly weird and transgressive to shoot up with steroids in front of everyone in the locker room but, oddly, no one paid any attention. It was like dudes injected each other with steroids all the time, which, if Pike was to be believed, was true. Thus ‘roided, Pike straightened with a sigh, bouncing up and down on his heels a few times.

“Hope I got the dosage right,” he said, grimacing. “‘Cuz I don’t wanna buy new pants!”

Tripp was staring at Pike’s already sizable butt, jiggling heavily up and down. Just how much of that big ass is due to steroids? he wondered. And what will the drugs do to my ass? I really hope I don’t grow a butt as big as Pike’s!

He would soon find out! Pike was already aiming a syringe at Tripp’s scrawny little buttock and he jumped in surprise as the liquid seared into him. “OUCH!” he cried, reaching back to rub his butt. “That fuckin’ hurt!” Pike merely laughed as he tossed the empty needle in the trash and then jabbed a second syringe into Tripp’s other cheek.

“There ya go, bro!” he said cheerfully, patting him on the bare butt. “Yer this close to a whole new body! Now let’s go lift!”

***

Up on the weight room floor, Pike regaled Tripp with tales of his sexual exploits. If even half of his boasts were true, his friend had had sex with dozens of women, including several at their workplace.

“Tell me you haven’t fucked Marli yet!” Tripp demanded, sitting up on the weight bench and looking back at Pike. “Please tell me!”

Pike regarded him for a moment before answering, plenty of time for Tripp to register the dude’s growing semi. For the second time that day, he was forced to witness one of Pike’s erections; the guy was getting turned on talking about all the women he’d boned!

“Uh, no, I haven’t,” Pike admitted, apparently oblivious to Tripp’s awareness of his hardon. “And now that I know ya want at her, I’ll back away. Yer my bro and I ain’t gonna horn in on yer territory.”

Tripp forced his attention away from the massive beast raising its ugly head before him and made eye contact with Pike. “You promise?”

“Yeah, ‘course, bro!” Pike pledged, putting a big hand over his heart. “I won’t talk to her again. Or, if I do, I’ll be sure to talk ya up to her. I’m serious ‘bout my deal to get ya laid this month!” When Tripp continued to stare at him skeptically, he sighed. “Trust me, bro. Trust me. Now you juss lie down and gimme another set!”

Tripp hesitated before complying. When he did, he found that he was now staring up at Pike’s thick erection looming over his head. The dude’s straw-like foreskin waggled back and forth, so long it drooped only inches above his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling both queasy and sick with envy. It wasn’t fair that Pike had such a big dick! And it was even more unfair that he had to see it. All the time. When the fuck would this crazy hallucination wear off?

“Any time, bro. C’mon, gimme ten reps!”

Tripp sighed and hefted the bar off the stand, grunting with effort as he attempted to lift more than two hundred pounds for the first time in his life. Pike was a good spotter, cheering him on and praising him when he succeeded in his goal. Forgetting about Pike’s erection, he turned and looked back at his friend with a proud grin on his face. 

“I can’t believe I just did that!” he exclaimed, still puffing from the exertion. “Two hundred pounds! That’s fifty pounds more than I weigh!” But Pike wasn’t looking at him. Instead, the big guy was staring fixedly across the gym. Curious, Tripp turned to see what had captivated Pike’s attention. Seeing the target, he furrowed his brow, asking, “Is that Rodrigo Segunda? I didn’t know he worked out here!”

Pike shook himself, a slightly dazed expression on his face. Looking down at Tripp, he said, “Yeah, dat’s ‘Rigo, alright. Dat’s my man!” This struck Tripp as an odd thing to say and he asked what Pike meant. Raising his gaze back to Rodrigo and giving the dude a wave, he explained, “I fucked him once…well, I couple a times, actually.”

“YOU WHAT???!!!”

Startled by Tripp’s vehemence, Pike glanced down at him, hastily amending, “I mean, he fucked me.” He reached back and grabbed his ass cheeks, moaning theatrically. “And Jesus does that guy have a tool on him! I guess he’s Brazilian, so it makes sense. Not that being from Brazil did me any good. I lost out on the genetic lottery with that one! With my tiny dick, there’s no way I’d be able to even reach his hole, let alone fuck it…” His voice trailed off as he slowly became aware of Tripp’s horrified expression. “What?” he asked innocently. “Ya know I’m bi, right?”

Tripp was so taken aback and grossed out by his friend’s revelation that it took him a while to recover. Finally, he managed to sputter, “B-B-But Rodrigo’s married. To a woman! And he has a kid!” He paused, mind spinning. “And, no, I had no idea you were bisexual!”

Pike shrugged his mounded shoulders. “Yer awfully clueless, bro. Juss ‘cuz some dude’s married don’t mean nuthin’. Haven’t you ever fucked a married woman?” When this was met with silence from Tripp, he glanced down and, taking note of Tripp’s reddening cheeks, asked, “What? Don’t tell me that–?”

“Shut up!” Tripp hissed. “Don’t say it! I know what you’re going to ask and the answer is yes. Now just leave me alone!”

He threw himself back down on the bench and furiously whipped out another ten reps, not even pausing the marvel at how miraculously strong he’d become after just one session of bench pressing. If he’d been paying attention, he would have felt his pectoral muscles pulsing and stretching and expanding in his chest as the super-concentrated steroids worked their magic. But he was too embarrassed, humiliated and outraged to notice.

Pike settled down on the bench next to him when he was done. “Here,” he said, holding out a cup filled with a fruity-smelling liquid. “Drink this. It’s a protein smoothie. Ya need all da protein ya can get for the ‘roids to work right.”

Tripp accepted the drink and took a tentative sip and then guzzled it down in one gulp when he realized how tasty it was. Pike laughed and, getting up, ambled back to the smoothie bar on the far side of the gym and got him another one. While he was there, Tripp noticed, he stopped to chat with Rodrigo. He grimaced when he saw that Pike’s semi had not subsided one bit. If anything it was even bigger and harder than before.

When Pike returned, he sat down next to him, so close that Tripp could feel the heat emanating off his naked body. His friend was sweaty from lifting and his musky scent filled the air around them. Tripp sniffed, trying to decide if he was grossed out by it. In the end, he decided he didn’t mind. No, Pike’s smell was alright. Rich and potent…like him.

“So, bro,” his friend rumbled, smiling as Tripp guzzled down the second smoothie, “Bein’ a virgin ain’t nuthin’ to be ashamed of. Yer juss inexperienced is all. We can fix that, no problem.” He puffed out his hairy, muscular chest, boasting, “Ol’ Pike’s here’s da best wingman in the whole fuckin’ world and I’m serious ‘bout my mission to get ya laid. I won’t give up until I win…er, I mean, until you win!”

For some reason, Tripp found himself smiling. He knew it was extremely weird but he almost didn’t even mind that Pike was naked and sporting wood beside him. And he almost didn’t care that he was still a virgin. Almost. It felt good–really good!–having a friend like Pike. Yeah, Pike Rios was a good guy!

“We good, bro?” Pike prompted when Tripp was silent for a long time. “Ya over yer little freak out ‘bout Rodrigo fuckin’ me a new hole?”

Tripp shuddered. “I was until you put it that way.”

Pike grinned, reaching over to muss his hair affectionately. “Glad to hear it, bro! Glad yer not bi-phobic. Now let’s go! It’s yer turn to spot me!”

The big jock pushed himself up and swaggered over to the Smith Machine, slapping a few forty five-pound weights on each end of the bar and then positioning his burgeoning shoulders underneath, ready to do power squats. Tripp followed him over, not realizing until Pike was mid-squat what he was about to witness.

“Spot me, bro!” Pike called over his shoulder. “I need help!”

Tripp stared in growing alarm as he watched Pike’s broad back lower itself toward the floor. But it wasn’t the dude’s back that was the target of his unwanted attention. No, it was Pike’s big, hefty ass that drew Tripp’s gaze. Time seemed to slow down as he watched those massive, furry ass cheeks slowly part and spread ever wider and wider and wider…

“Still waitin’, bro!”

Tripp realized his mouth was hanging open and he jerked it closed, grimacing with distaste as he squatted down behind Pike. He placed his hands on the dude’s surprisingly narrow waist, preparing to help him make the ascent after he reached an impending nadir. Pike’s hairy globes parted further and further until Tripp got his first ever view of a man’s puckered asshole. Pike’s hole was as hairy as the rest of his ass but even that didn’t conceal the tender, pink folds of his rosebud. Tripp winced as that little bud blossomed before his eyes, opening into a little, tight hole when Pike relaxed at the bottom of the squat.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

“Hold me, bro!” Pike panted. “Hold my waist!”

Tripp closed his eyes and reached out, grabbing friend’s taut midsection. Despite himself, he marveled at the slimness of those hips and the incredible taper of that wide back. Pike was really in good shape! No wonder he got laid so often. What would it feel like to be him?

“Thanks, bro. Um, you can let go now.”

Tripp flushed when he realized they were standing and his hands were still wrapped tightly around Pike’s waist. Further, he was holding him close, so close that his face was almost pressing against the big man’s neck. So close that the sweat from Pike’s broad, striated back was soaking into Tripp’s t-shirt. So close that his crotch was thrust firmly into the big, fuzzy cleft of Pike’s big man-ass.

He jumped as if shocked and stepped away, wiping his moist hands on his shorts. “Er, sorry, man,” he muttered, embarrassed. “Sorry about that!”

Pike grinned over his shoulder at him. “No harm, no foul, bro!” he rumbled. “Truth is, I kinda liked it.”

***

“Don’t you think that’s a lot of weight for me?” Tripp asked, looking askance at Pike as he piled more and more weight onto the bar of the Smith Machine. “I’ve never done squats before!”

Pike grinned. “Don’t worry, bro! Yer man, Pike, knows what he’s doin’! Go ahead and finish that smoothie an’ get under the bar. Time to let dem ‘roids do their job on that little ass of yers!”

Tripped obediently gulped down the smoothie–the fifth one that evening!–and positioned himself under the bar, grunting when he released the catches and the full weight settled onto his narrow shoulders. “My butt’s sore!” he complained, turning to look back at Pike. “It’s still throbbing from where you stuck the needles in. Maybe I should hold off…”

“Juss do it, bro!” Pike encouraged. “Be a man and squat!” 

He slapped Tripp painfully on the butt as he said this, causing him to jump in surprise. And, before he knew it, he was squatting down, lowering himself further than he thought possible, so low that his butt was almost touching the floor. His quads screamed in pain and his butt felt like it was on fire but somehow he did it. He did it! He really did it! The effort was intense and the agony of his straining muscles nearly brought tears to his eyes but he did it. After an incredible fifteen reps, he was finished. Panting and red-faced, he threw himself into Pike’s waiting arms and bounced up and down with joy.

“I did it! I really did it!” he cried, burying his face in Pike’s shoulder. “I can’t believe it!”

“You sure did, bro!” Pike cooed in his ear, patting him on the back. “You sure did! I knew ya could ‘cuz yer my man!”

Tripp continued bouncing up and down for a few moments longer before he realized that Pike’s big cock was pressing insistently against his own little nub. This time, there was the material of his shorts between their penises but it wasn’t enough to prevent him from becoming aware of a very startling fact: Pike’s dick was hard.

And getting harder.

He broke away from the embrace, feeling his face flame crimson, and scurried away, calling over his shoulder, “Uh, sorry! Gotta go pee!” 

Pike watched him flee with a funny, unreadable expression on his face before shaking his head and removing the weights from the bar.

***

Chapter 3

Tripp woke up the next morning as the sunlight poured through his bedroom window. He smiled, stretching and yawning, surprised that his body wasn’t sore from weight lifting the night before. He flexed his arms, freezing with disbelief when he saw that he had actual biceps for the first time in his life. He sat up in bed, unable to stop staring at his arms. Then he looked down at his bare, hairy chest and did a double take. He had pecs!

He sprang out of bed, excited to get a look at himself in the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Standing before it wearing only a pair of loose boxers, he marveled at the changes that had happened to his body overnight. Pike had been right; those steroids were a wonder drug! In less than twelve hours, he’d filled out and now sported a rugged chest, ridged abdominals, bigger arms and, he flexed, turning to the side, trapezius muscles.

And a butt!

He turned and looked behind him, amazed at his new, rounded behind, filling out the back of his underwear. He grinned, delighted that he finally had an ass. He actually had a butt! Jesus, he could kiss Pike for this amazing gift!

Pulling on his customary nylon running shorts, he smiled to himself when noticed they were tighter in back due to his pleasantly plump behind. He bounced up and down on his heels much as Pike had the night before and grinned when he felt the new heft of his buttocks. He had an ass! He finally had an ass!

After his morning run, he showered and breakfasted before dressing in his usual work attire. To his unending delight, his shirt and pants were now tight in all the right places. Surveying himself in the mirror, he noted how much broader his shoulders appeared and his chest was clearly visible, pressing out against his shirt. His wide shoulders made his waist looked even narrower and, turning, he saw that his buttocks were clearly outlined in the back of his pants. Pumping his fist in the air, he mouthed a silent prayer of gratitude to Pike and his magic steroids. He would never doubt the dude’s judgment again. Clearly, Pike knew what he was doing and was sincere in his pledge to help him get laid!

He practically bounded into work and, swaggering up to his desk, he didn’t even mind when he noticed that Pike was still naked as ever. His friend had arrived early and was seated at his desk, typing on his laptop. His bare chest looked even broader than Tripp remembered and his pecs pushed out like a hefty shelf before him. His nipples, nestled in a thicket of black chest hair, were really pink. Pike looked up and did a double take when he saw Tripp.

“Holy shit, bro! Would ya look at you!” he exclaimed. “You look great!”

Tripp looked down at the floor, shyly, his cheeks glowing. “Thanks, bro,” he murmured, flustered for some reason by Pike’s scrutiny. “I owe it all to you.”

“My pleasure, bro,” his friend said, smiling. “Always glad to help my best bro!” 

When he looked back down at his computer screen and continued typing, Tripp felt a little stab of disappointment. He was standing there awkwardly, his mouth half open, trying to decide whether to say something when Marli walked in.

“Hi, Tripp!” she called out before stopping and furrowing her brow. “Is that a new shirt?” She paused before adding, “It looks good on you.”

“Uh, no, I mean, yeah. I mean, thank you!” Trip replied, fumbling with his words. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest at this rare compliment from the woman he desired most that he didn’t know what to say.

Marli smiled and, nodding, walked off. Tripp stared at her retreating back, feeling his hands grow clammy.

“Psst, bro!”

He looked over to find Pike watching him with a knowing smile. “That’s yer cue to go after her. Go on! Follow her and ask her if you can buy her a coffee.” He glanced down at a nonexistent watch on his bare wrist, adding, “It’s early yet. Ya got plenty of time!”

But Tripp was frozen in place. Try as he might to get himself to go after Marli, he just couldn’t. He could only stand there helplessly watching as she disappeared inside the elevator, heading up to the tenth floor where she worked. When the doors closed behind her, he hung his head, hating himself.

A warm arm was on his shoulder. He looked up and momentarily lost himself in the depths of Pike’s soft, brown eyes. As he stared, Pike smiled sadly. “Don’t worry, bro,” he soothed. “I get it. It takes practice. Just take it slow and beat yerself up. That’s why I’m here. I’m yer man, remember. I’ll never let ya down.”

Trip swallowed, hating that he was blinking back tears. But Pike’s reassuring presence, closeness, arm on his neck, and–yes–even his pleasant, manly scent helped bolster his confidence and he found himself straightening and pushing his shoulder back.

“That’s my man!” Pike praised, noting Tripp’s returning confidence. “That’s my future pussy pirate! I’m gonna get ya laid yet!”

Tripp grinned and was turning to go when he happened to look down. His eyes widened when he realized Pike’s cock was stiffening. As he watched, it lifted up from the dude’s enormous low-hangers and lengthened.  Unwillingly mesmerized, he couldn’t look away as his bro’s fat, round cockhead slid upward through his constricting foreskin. In no time, Pike was sporting a full-on erection. Tripp swallowed, heart pounding once again as he realized that he’d never imagined that a penis could be that long and thick. It was obscene! It was–

“What?” Pike asked, following Tripp’s gaze downward. “Did I spill sumthin’ on my pants, bro?”

Cheeks flaming, Tripp shook his head and forced himself to look away but the image of Pike’s incredible manhood was emblazoned in his mind and, try as he might, he couldn’t expunge it.

Well, almost nothing. 

When Pike turned to return to his desk, Tripp’s eyes widened in surprise as he beheld what had happened to his bro’s ass overnight. Pike’s already sizable globes had swelled even bigger and could now only be considered mountainous. Whoa, Tripp thought, did the steroid injection do that? Glancing around to be sure no one was looking, Tripp reached back and cupped his buttocks through his pants. They were certainly bigger than before but still felt disappointingly flat to him. He stared enviously at Pike’s backside as his bro settled those giant mounds into his chair, wondering what it would be like to have an ass that big.

***

Pike had an erection almost constantly throughout the day. It seemed like everytime Tripp looked over, the dude’s cock was at least half hard. Worse, he had a habit of sliding low in his chair and jacking himself under the desk. Tripp caught him doing it more than once. Pike, however, was oblivious to being caught. Thanks to Tripp’s ongoing hallucination, only he saw what was really going on inside the dude’s pants. 

There was the sales presentation when Pike stood in front of everyone with a semi, unconsciously rubbing it here and there while he spoke. Tripp’s ears grew redder and redder as his friend’s cock grew harder until he couldn’t stand it any longer and he pushed himself up from the table and stalked out of the room. Did the man feel no shame? 

Pike was hard at lunch, hard during coffee break, hard when he came back from the bathroom, and hard after meeting with his boss. Tripp couldn’t believe it! How could a guy be so consistently turned on throughout the day? He considered himself to be relatively horny but even he almost never got turned on while he was at work. He saved it for the those moments when he was alone in his bed, staring at porn on his phone. And then inevitably, after rubbing one out, he’d drift off  to sleep as his prick retreated inside the snug warmth of his foreskin. It stayed like that overnight, only waking up and sliding out again when he was sporting morning wood.

Pike’s arousal wasn’t new, Tripp understood, it was just that he was now ‘lucky’ enough to see his friend without his clothes. It kind of grossed him out knowing that he’d been oblivious to Pike’s constant erections until now. How many other guys were surreptitiously chubbing up under their work clothes? Was he an outlier? Maybe something was wrong with him? Maybe he should be getting turned on more often? Maybe he should go see a doctor?

“Penny for yer thoughts, bro.” Tripp shook himself and flushed pink when he realized that Pike was watching him, a glint of amusement in his eyes. His buddy grinned and, reaching over to muss his hair, said, “I gotta, uh, run now and, um, run an errand but I’ll meet ya at the gym at six, Ok?”

Tripp looked down at his Apple Watch and realized it was almost five o’clock. Still red-faced, he straightened in his chair and adjusted his tie. “Yeah, sure. That’ll give me enough time to stop by my place and grab my workout stuff.”

“Ex-cel-lent. See ya then, bro!”

***

He arrived at the gym a little earlier than he expected and was changing in the locker room when he happened to look over and catch Pike emerging from the steam room. His buddy’s body was flushed deep red and he was sweating profusely. More than that, though, his cock was sticking straight out in front of him, nearly fully engorged. The shaft, Tripp couldn’t help noticing, was glistening and moist.

As he stared, Pike tossed something in the garbage outside the steam room and was starting to make his way to the showers when he caught sight of Tripp. He jumped and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face before he schooled his features.

“Oh, hey, bro,” he called out. “I didn’t realize ya were here already.”

He padded over to Tripp, still looking sheepish. Tripp looked him up and down before asking suspiciously, “What were you doing in there? It’s kind of hot out for a sauna.” His gaze dropped down accusingly to Pike’s giant, slowly softening erection. There was, he saw with disgust, a glob of a telltale whitish liquid seeping through the folds of his super tight foreskin.

Pike acted like he was tucking a towel more tightly around his tapered waist. “I’m Brazilian, bro,” he explained, his voice sounding artificially airy. “You know we like it hot.”

“Uh huh.” Tripp drawled, not knowing which bothered him more, the fact that Pike was obviously lying or that he just had sex in the sauna. “You don’t say.”

Pike sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Listen, bro,” he said, “I’m gonna rinse off. I’ll be back—”

He never finished. At that moment, the steam room door opened again and Rodrigo Segunda stepped out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist but, even so, the outline of his fat cock was clearly visible beneath the fabric. As Tripp stared, he gave Pike the thumbs up and then reached back and, grabbing his prominent ass cheeks through the towel, grimaced in mock pain. When Pike gave him a watery smile in return, Rodrigo smirked and walked–somewhat stiffly–towards the showers.

Tripp turned to Pike. His friend’s face was beet red and he wouldn’t look at him. Finally, as the silence stretched, Pike stepped around Tripp and padded off to the shower room, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll be back in a sec, bro. Hope yer ready for a tough workout!”

After he’d disappeared from view, Tripp crept over to the garbage can and peered over the rim. Inside, plain as day, was a used (extra large) condom overflowing with cum. The thick load of jizz was trickling out, soaking the pages of a discarded newspaper underneath.

***

“Another dose,” Tripp pleaded after Pike had returned from the showers. “Please, Pike! I want another dose of steroids!”

Pike stared at him, his dark eyebrows going upward. “I’m sorry, bro, but ya need to wait. The dose I gave ya last night will take a week before it’s done its job. How ‘bout we wait and if, after a week, ya still wanna grow more, I’ll consider it. You know that stuff’s not cheap, right?”

“I don’t care!” Tripp insisted. “I’ll pay whatever it costs. I just want another dose!”

“Geesh, I’ve created a monster!” Pike replied, shaking his shaggy head. “But the answer’s still no, dude.” He held up his hand at Tripp’s bark of protest, continuing, “Let’s talk again later ‘bout dis. Right now, we’re gonna lift.”

“But–”

“I said no,” Pike rumbled, his deep voice full of authority. “Now turn around so I can get dressed. Ya know I don’t like nobody watchin’ me when I’m naked.”

***

Pike was right. The steroids did continue to have an impact on his muscle mass over the next few days. Between the protein smoothies and his regular workouts with Pike, Tripp’s muscles swelled. After three days, he had distinct ridges of abs pushing out from beneath the skin of his hairy belly. He ran his fingers over them, amazed. He had abs! He had abs!

Everything else grew, too. His pecs became fuller, squarer and more pronounced. His back muscles began to subtly flare out from his sides, pushing his arms out with them. And his bis and tris filled out, growing noticeably larger to the point he almost couldn’t push his arms through the sleeves of his dress shirts. 

Perhaps most excitingly, though, was the effect on his ass. It protruded behind him in a perfect bubble, perky and square. By Friday, it barely fit in his running shorts and it was a struggle to squeeze into his pants. Even his thighs grew fuller, the outline of his quads etched against his trousers.

He was rewarded with plenty of attention from the ladies…and more than a few guys as well. He almost couldn’t go anywhere without someone whistling at him. At work, people stared when he walked in, appraising looks on their faces. Marli showed up more frequently at his desk, along with several other women. One morning, she even invited him out for lunch.

He politely declined, telling her that he’d take a raincheck.

Pike gaped at him when she turned and, disappointment written across her face, departed hurriedly. “Bro! Bro! What’s wrong with ya?!” he demanded. “She’s creamin’ her panties for ya!”

Tripp turned to reply and then froze, eyebrows lifting as he beheld Pike’s naked body. “What happened?” he asked, shocked. “Did you shave?”

Pike gave him a funny look, his hand going to his face where he felt his thick beard. “Uh, no, bro. Why d’ya ask that?” He tried to conceal it but Tripp could tell that he was freaked out by the question.

Tripp couldn’t stop staring at his bro’s body. All of Pike’s chest hair was gone! He was completely smooth! The dense forest of black hair that had carpeted his torso had disappeared overnight and he was now devoid of any trace. The effect was startling…and not completely unpleasant. Pike’s light mocha skin was now revealed in all its splendor and the outlines of his massive chest muscles were starkly visible.

Realizing belatedly that only he could see Pike’s nakedness, Tripp backpedaled, “I…I mean, it looks like ya trimmed yer beard is all. You look sharp!”

Pike’s hand had fallen unconsciously over his chest. He lifted his gaze speculatively to Tripp, searching his face. Finally, he gave him a half-hearted smile and muttered, “Uh, thanks, bro, but it’s been more than a week since I trimmed it.” His fingers probed beneath his shirt as he said this and he cast a glance downward as if needing to confirm that his shirt was fully buttoned.

The silence stretched and Tripp was about to say something–anything!–to fill the void when Pike’s phone rang. He picked it up and immediately started jabbing in Portuguese, having an animated conversation with someone, a woman from the sound of it. Tripp tried to ignore him but he found himself wondering what they were talking about. He noticed that Pike’s mood grew progressively merrier the longer he talked and he was grinning happily by the end of the conversation.

Hanging up, he looked over and caught Tripp staring at him. “That was, uh…my sister,” he explained, pausing as if debating whether to say anything else. “I’m flyin’ home for a visit tomorrow. Haven’t been back to Rio in ages!”

“You’re leaving?!” Tripp kicked himself for sounding so stricken. Why did he care if Pike was going on vacation?

“Yeah, bud,” Pike said, smiling. “Yer big bro’s gonna be gone for a whole two weeks. Promise me you’ll keep up with yer weightliftin’ regimen while I’m gone, huh?” Tripp nodded enthusiastically to this and Pike added, “And please tell me that yer gonna ask Marli out. By the time I get back, there’s only gonna be another week before my month’s up and I’m not about to fail in my mission to get ya laid!”

Tripp looked down, mumbling, “Yeah, Ok. I will.”

“Good man!” Pike praised. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta take a piss.”

When he pushed himself up from his desk, Tripp’s mouth fell open as he beheld the length of Pike’s naked body.  Not only was the hair gone from Pike’s chest; it was gone from everywhere. The dude must’ve had a full Brazilian wax because everything, everywhere was perfectly hairless and smooth. His pubes, nut sac and–when he turned his back to Tripp–even his big, swollen ass cheeks were completely hairless. Perhaps most extraordinary, though, was the way Pike’s cock–already super human in size–looked even bigger without any pubic hair. It hung down, heavy and thick , between his muscular thighs, that crazy straw of a foreskin dangling nearly to his knees. Tripp gaped. What a change!

***

The two weeks while Pike was gone crawled by. Tripp was listless without his friend and took to trolling Pike’s Instagram, staring enviously for hours at the photos of his big friend at parties, with family, and kissing various women. It was the photos of Pike at the beach, though, that really grabbed his attention.

He understood now why Pike had waxed off all of his body hair: He wanted to look good in his incredibly tiny Speedo. (In photos, just as with his reflection in the mirror, Pike appeared to Trip fully clothed, if you could call the itsy bitsy bikini bottom clothing.) Tripp stared at his friend, mesmerized by his ripped physique and the huge bulge encased in that impossibly small, flimsy piece of Lycra. (What guy would ever wear something like that? It was obscene!) Somehow, though, seeing him in that swimsuit made Pike even more compelling and Tripp found himself wishing for the millionth time that the weird hallucination would end and he could see Pike as everyone else did again. Sometimes clothing served to enhance the mystery of a person whereas nudity could seem like too much.

Ah, but back to the beach! In the photos, Pike was in various provocative poses, grinning from ear to ear. The same woman, clad in a tiny black bikini that was nearly as obscene as Pike’s Speedo, was almost always hanging off one of his muscular arms. There were, however, some photos just of Pike and these were Tripp’s favorites. He smiled to himself as he viewed them, one after another. Here he was splashing in the waves and there he was kneeling in the sand, leaning back and thrusting his swollen bulge in the air. He was always grinning stupidly.

And then he saw it: A photo of Pike from behind.

Tripp gaped in shock.

It was so scandalous that his breath caught in his chest.

He blinked, unable to conceive of what he was seeing. But, no, he wasn’t imagining it.

The little Speedo was thong!

In the offending pic, Pike was showering off at a little spigot beside the beach with his back to the camera. He was looking over his shoulder with an impish smile on his face as water trickled between the furrows of his back and down into the cleft of his completely bare buttocks. Tripp’s eyes goggled when he saw that those smooth, mounded ass cheeks were bisected by a tiniest string imaginable and Pike was clenching it between them like a piece of floss. His muscles were pumped almost ludicrously huge. And his skin, tanned deep brown after a couple weeks in the sun, glowed luminous and alluring. 

Tearing his attention away from the thong, Tripp saw his friend had gotten a new haircut and his thick, black hair was stylishly short. He’d even trimmed his beard down to stubble. The combined effect of all of these changes was nothing short of stunning and Tripp kept scrolling back to this pic over and over, unable to get enough. 

He told himself it was just curiosity that made him shave his own pubes and balls. He wanted to see what he looked like. The last time he’d seen his cock free of hair had been when he was thirteen. He also wanted to see if removing the hair made his dick look any bigger. He knew nothing could make his little penis look big but maybe bald it would seem a little more impressive?

With shaking hands, he positioned the razor over his member and carefully proceeded to trim off more and more of his hair. He got hard almost as soon as the metal touched his sensitive skin and he moaned. And then, before he knew it, all of his precious pubic hair was gone. He stared down at his exposed cock and balls in surprise. He was hard as a pebble by this point and his cock was straining, his shiny glans peeking out from the folds of his foreskin. 

Did he look bigger down there? He squinted. He couldn’t tell. One thing was certain, though: He looked stupid with a shaved crotch while the rest of his body was still covered in black, wiry hair.

He got back to work.

After a half hour, his bathroom floor was covered in a mat of his shorn body hair and his entire body was completely hairless except for the mop of curls on his head. Even his legs and armpits were smooth. He was exquisitely turned on but also really uncomfortable. The clippers left stubble behind and it was really prickly. He jacked himself idly with a couple fingers while he debated what to do. Then, face brightening, he reached for his razor and shaving cream.

He did it.

He really fucking did it!

His whole body–even, he blushed furiously admitting this to himself, his butthole–was smooth. His hair was all gone! And he felt so free! He stared at his body in the mirror, his tiny erection poking straight out before him, and marveled at how sexy he looked–and felt! He couldn’t believe how good his newly enhanced muscles appeared, too. Cupping his smooth buttocks in his hands and looking over his shoulder at his reflection, he loved how much bigger his ass looked without any hair. And soft. His skin was so soft! He squeezed and then shuddered in ecstasy when his fingertips brushed against the tender, shorn skin of his butthole. His cock throbbed and he spurted precum.

He was so naughty!

***

Tripp was changing at his locker in the gym when Pike surprised him. “Holy fuck, bro!” his friend called out behind him, “What happened to all yer hair? Yer smooth as silk!”

Startled, Tripp jumped before whirling around and throwing himself into Pike’s arms. “You’re back!” he sighed. “I’m so glad you’re back!”

His embrace caught Pike off guard but he recovered quickly, returning the hug with fondness. When Tripp’s grip grew too fierce, though, he winced and, patting him on the back, pleaded, “Easy, bro. Easy.”

Confused, Tripp took a step backward. He wasn’t prepared for the full magnitude of Pike, though, and had forgotten what a potently handsome man he was, especially up close and very naked. He caught his breath, registering his friend’s tanned skin, stylish hair and stubbled cheeks. Pike was looking at him with such undisguised affection that it made Tripp’s heart burst with joy.

Pike’s smile broadened and the skin around the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I missed ya, bro,” he rumbled. “A lot.”

For some reason, these words brought tears to Tripp’s eyes and he looked down at the floor embarrassed.

And then he saw it.

What the fuck???!!!

He couldn’t help it. Before he could stop himself, he exclaimed, “What the fuck happened to your penis?”

Pike’s eyes went round. “H-H-How did ya know about that, bro?” He looked down at himself and then back up at Tripp. “H-H-How did ya know ‘bout my surgery?”

Tripp knew he should look away but he couldn’t stop staring at his friend hulking cock…ignominiously shorn of its formerly long, tapering foreskin. Now there was only an angry red scar and stitches around the circumference of his shaft just below his cockhead. His glans–the first time that Tripp had ever seen it exposed–was an incongruous pink, a stark contrast to the dark brown skin of his shaft. He barely noticed this, though. All he could think was, Pike has been circumcised!

***

“I had a bad case of phimosis, dude,” Pike explained a few minutes later after he got over the shock of Tripp learning about his surgery. “I’ve needed to get it taken care of for a long time but wanted to wait until I got home. It’s hella cheap down there, bro, and the docs are just as good as here in the States. Plus, I needed to see my family. Figured I’d kill two birds, ya know.”

“W-W-Was this the only way to fix it?” Tripp stammered, unconsciously crossing his legs. He couldn’t imagine ever having his own foreskin cut off. “Couldn’t they, you know, stretch it out somehow?”

Pike shook his head. “Nah, we tried that but it didn’t work. This was the only way. And believe me, bro, I was ready. I was sick an’ tired of gettin’ infections. Until yer dick’s been infected, ya have no idea how awful it is!”

Trip shuddered. “Yeah, I can only imagine. It doesn’t sound pleasant.”

“Well, enough ‘bout me and my ‘skin–or lack of it, bro,” Pike announced, standing up. “How’ve you been? Gotten laid yet?”

***

Chapter 4

Pike kept scratching at his cock the whole time they were lifting weights. It was distracting and Tripp told him so.

“Sorry, bro,” Pike grunted, still scratching himself. “I juss can’t get used to my cockhead rubbin’ against my jock. It’s so sensitive!” He laughed, adding, “Guess I’ll juss have ta get a callous down there like all those clipped American boys. Hope I don’t lose too much sensation!” He was turning away when he stopped and then looked back at Tripp, seeming to see him for the first time. “Hey, ya look good, bro! Real good.” He reached out and squeezed Tripp’s burgeoning bicep, praising, “Shit, dude! You got guns! Those ‘roids are really turnin’ ya into a beast. How much you weigh now?”

“One eighty,” Tripp replied, absurdly pleased that Pike had noticed his new, bigger muscles. He’d been training like a demon every day while his friend had been away. “I’ve gained over thirty pounds!”

Pike’s eyebrows went up. “That so? Jesus! That’s a lotta weight, bro!” He paused, surveying Tripp critically before surprising him by lifting his shirt to expose his smooth, toned, hairless belly and pecs. “And it’s all muscle, too!” he commented as Tripp struggled to lower his shirt again. “Good on you, man! Yer gettin’ swole!”

“Er, thanks!” Tripp gasped, giving up wrestling and allowing Pike to hold up his shirt. “Any chance I can score another couple doses of ‘roids from ya now? You said I–” His voice broke off when he looked down and saw his bro’s big, fat, circumcised cock growing rapidly bigger and fatter. Soon, it was standing up off Pike’s hairless balls. Even without a foreskin, Pike was hung like a fucking stallion. But why was he getting hard right now? He lifted his head and flushed red when he realized Pike’s eyes were glued to his smooth, defined torso. His mouth was slightly agape. As Tripp watched, he licked his lips.

“Uh, doesn’t that hurt?” Tripp asked, feeling his neck growing hotter by the second.

Pike shook himself. “Huh? Does what hurt?”

Tripp glanced down at his bro’s crotch. “Getting an erection when you have stitches on yer dick?”

Pike froze, going scarlet from head to toe. He tore his eyes away from Tripp’s torso and fixed him with a haunted stare. “How the fuck?!” he demanded. “How the fuck do you know–?!” His voice trailed off as he found himself unable to finish the question.

Tripp shrugged nonchalantly. “Yer shorts are tentin’ out, bro.”

“I’m not wearing no shorts,” Pike stated, gesturing down at himself. “I wearin’ a pair of baggy sweats and I got no less than three jockstraps on under that. No tenting goin’ on here, bro. ‘Sides, with a dick my size, even if I were hard, you’d never see it.”

“Oh, cut the crap, Pike!” Tripp barked, causing several guys nearby to look over at them. He didn’t care, though; he was getting tired of his friend’s continued insistence that he had a small penis. At first it had been kind of endearing but now he found it patronizing. “I have eyes, bro!” he continued. “Even without ever seeing you naked, I know yer hung. What about those pics you posted in Insta? The ones with you in a thong? And don’t tell me you stuffed it with a sock!”

Pike opened his mouth to retort but then stopped, eyes searching Tripp’s face. “Yer following me on Insta?” Tripp nodded. “You saw…?” Another nod. Pike paused, letting this information sink in. Slowly, his face broke into a slow smile. He let go of Tripp’s shirt and settled down on the weight bench beside him with a sigh. “Yeah, Ok. Ya got me, bro. Yeah, I got a big dick. I’m sorry. I was juss tryna make ya feel better. Ya know that dick size don’t make no difference, right? Who cares if yer small? I don’t.”

“Easy for someone with a huge penis to say,” Trip muttered but he wasn’t mad. He appreciated Pike finally coming clean and admitting the obvious.

Pike ignored this comment, instead admitting, “And, yeah, I am turned on right now, though I don’t got no idea how you can tell.” He stared down at his crotch with consternation. “I thought I was doin’ a good job of hidin’ my big man. I mean, I don’t see no bulge!”

“Uh huh.” Tripp’s tone was skeptical.

“Truth is, bro,” Pike said, giving him a hangdog grin and looking down at the floor bashfully, “I’m hard ‘cuz of you. I don’t know why, honestly. I don’t normally go for white dudes but for some reason, I find you hot. Real hot, actually.” He looked up at Tripp from the bench, his stubbled cheeks rosy and his brown eyes beseeching. “I hope this don’t change nuthin’ between us! I mean, I know yer straight and not interested and I’m fine with that. Really.”

“It’s Ok,” Tripp said. “I don’t mind.” Far from minding, Pike’s admission made him feel giddy with happiness and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning back at his friend. 

Pike watched him for a moment before returning the smile and, tucking his still very hard cock gingerly between his legs, said, “Alright, bro. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get back to liftin’!”

***

The dynamic between them shifted subtly after that. Pike no longer asked Tripp to turn around when he was changing and they began showering together, something that Pike would never do before. Tripp loved standing beside his big bro in the showers. Just being close to him made him feel safe, happy. Yeah, being close to Pike made him feel like everything was golden. He liked Pike. Pike was the best bro friend he’d never had.

He soon discovered this new closeness didn’t translate into a willingness to give him more steroids, though. Pike flatly refused when Tripp begged him. “No, dude!” he said flatly. “Yer plenty big enough. Girls don’t like dudes with too many muscles.”

“But I wanna be like you!” Tripp insisted. “Your muscles are big and you have women all over you! Like that one in Rio.” He paused before adding slyly, “but I guess she’s your…sister…so she doesn’t count.”

Pike scrunched up his face. “The answer’s still no, bro.” When Tripp whined in protest, he huffed, “Look, we got diff’rent bodies, bro! Yer naturally slender and I’m naturally beefy. It’s juss the way we are. Why ya wanna look like me anyway? I’m juss a big, dumb jock is all.”

“You’re not dumb!” Tripp insisted. “You’re—” his voice broke off as he opted not to finish the statement. Instead, he lowered his eyes to the floor, his face turning rosy.

“I’m what, bro?” Pike asked, smiling. “What were ya gonna say?” When Tripp refused to answer, he laughed, reaching out to chuck him gently under the chin. “Juss be happy with the way ya are, bro. Yer a big, sexy man now and ya got women drooling over ya everywhere ya go. It’s time to put that bod to work and get yerself laid! We got less than a week before I lose my bet!”

With that, he turned and, tossing his gym bag over his big shoulder, stalked out of the locker room. Tripp stared after him, clenching his fists. He wanted another dose of steroids so badly he couldn’t stand it. He turned and looked at Pike’s locker, wondering if the dude kept the syringes in there. There was a combination lock hanging from the handle. He picked it up and was wondering if he could guess the code when he realized the lock was open; Pike had forgotten to close it before he left.

Heart pounding with excitement, Tripp glanced around to be sure no one was looking and opened the locker. It only took him a minute to find Pike’s stash. On the top shelf, there was a leather satchel containing tiny, glass vials of clear liquid and syringes. With shaking hands, he reached in and took out one of the vials. The label was full of medical text he didn’t understand but he noticed the bottle was color-coded. Some vials were blue, others green and yellow and still others were orange. He picked up an orange one, feeling somehow certain the color indicated the potency of the steroids. Did he dare? The answer was immediate: Hell, yes! He couldn’t wait!

Throwing caution to the wind, he withdrew four of the orange vials and four syringes and, holding his breath, he filled a syringe and positioned it over his buttock. Giving a silent prayer, he gritted his teeth and stuck it in, emptying the contents deep into the muscle tissue.

When he was done, his ass was aching like a mother fucker but he was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait for the ‘roids to kick in and turn him into a true muscle bull!

***

When he awakened in the morning, he’d felt his chest hopefully, expecting that his pecs would have swelled overnight like the last time he took ‘roids. He groaned in dismay, though, when his hands didn’t detect any changes. His pecs–and apparently every other muscle in his body from what he could tell–were unchanged. Maybe there was something else besides steroids in the vials? Shit, what if he’d accidentally poisoned himself?! Should he go to the ER? Fuck, what would Pike do when he found out?! 

Panicking, he forced himself to take deep breaths and calm down. After a few minutes, he felt better. Sure, he felt a little weird but he didn’t feel like he was dying. If the vial contained something toxic, wouldn’t he be in worse shape by now? It had been more than twelve hours since he’d injected himself. He reached back and felt his buttocks, whimpering with pain. They were so sore! Shit, this was worse than the last time…but the last time he’d only gotten two shots and this time he’d injected himself with four doses. Perhaps he’d been unwise to use so much? Why didn’t he just do two doses and steal a couple more for later? He shook his head at himself, rueing his impetuous decision.

His stomach felt queasy and he skipped his morning run and breakfast. It was all he could do to struggle into the office and flop down in his chair. He felt listless and exhausted. How was he supposed to work like this? He just wanted to sleep! 

He was in the midst of toying with a slide presentation when Pike strolled in. He looked up at his friend, smiling happily. “Hi, P–” he started to say but then stopped, mouth hanging open.

Pike’s toned, smooth, tanned body with those unmistakable thong tan lines–emblazoned in stark detail on his beautiful skin–were startling enough but it was something else that really caught his eye. Something really unexpected.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Pike asked, stopping mid stride. “Ya look like ya seen a ghost.”

Tripp shook himself, realizing he’d been staring at his bro’s crotch and willed himself to look away. He didn’t want to freak Pike out again by commenting on the huge, shiny silver ring dangling heavily off the tip of his newly circumcised cockhead. But he couldn’t stop staring! How could he when Pike had gotten his cock pierced?!

Realizing his mouth was still open, he closed it with a snap. “I’m fine!” he warbled, voice cracking and cheeks flaming red. “Never been better, actually!”

“Dat so?” Pike grinned, giving him a curious once-over before settling gingerly down behind his desk. He grimaced in pain as he did so. “You sure yer Ok?” he asked, adjusting his package and squinting at him. “Ya look diff’rent. Sumthin’ changed ‘bout ya. Did ya get a haircut or sumthin’?”

“Nope.”

“Hmmm.” Pike continued to eye him suspiciously. After a minute, though, he shrugged and looked away, much to Tripp’s relief.

Between his weird queasiness and Pike’s thong tan lines and new cock piercing, Tripp was driven to distraction and accomplished no meaningful work that day. Finally, he gave up trying and, acting on a spur of the moment decision, called his doctor’s office to schedule a consultation. He was in luck! They had an opening at four that afternoon. He booked it and hung up, feeling both anxious and excited about what he had planned.

“I’m gonna, um, run a couple errands,” he informed Pike, who was tugging at his piercing under his desk, “but I’ll catch ya later at the gym, Ok?”

“Sure thing, bro,” Pike replied absently before looking up at him. He lifted an eyebrow, studying Tripp closely before adding, “You sure ya didn’t get a haircut? Or maybe ya forgot to shave this morning?”

Tripp flushed. “No, I didn’t.” He grabbed his backpack and settled it over his shoulder, saying, “See ya in a bit!”

***

Pike’s eyes were on him as soon as he got to the gym. “Bro,” he said, putting his hands on Tripp’s shoulders and staring at him closely, “Tell me! What’s changed ‘bout ya?”

Tripp looked down at the floor, shyly. “Um, I dunno.” He shrugged, squirming under Pike’s scrutiny. “I’m the same as always.”

Pike wouldn’t give up, though. “Why won’t ya tell me? Yer an awful bad liar, bro!” When Tripp didn’t elaborate, he made a motion like he was pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it inside his locker. When his hands fell down to the place where his belt should be, though, he hesitated, looking at Tripp out of the corner of his eye as if debating what to do next.

“Just do it,” Tripp ordered, frowning at him. “I thought you were over your modesty.”

Pike waffled, clearly at odds with himself over whether to drop his drawers or not. In the end, though, he shrugged and acted like he was unzipping his pants and shimmying out of his jeans and underwear. He then straightened and turned to Tripp, holding out his arms. “Here. Take a good look. I know you were gonna figure it out sooner or later anyway!” He waggled his long cock, making the new piercing sway heavily back and forth. “I got it last night. Figured I needed sumthin’ to make up for my lost foreskin.”

Tripp glanced at it, murmuring, “Cool.”

“That’s it?!” Pike demanded, sounding hurt. “Just ‘cool’? Look at me, bro! I got a huge fuckin’ ring through my piss slit and that’s all ya can say?”

“It’s Ok.”

Pike’s mouth fell open. He was preparing to launch into an indignant tirade when Tripp unfastened his own belt and dropped his pants before tugging off his boxers. Then he turned around nonchalantly and pulled his shorts out of his locker. In doing so, he made sure that his smooth, bare ass was pointed directly at his friend.

Silence.

When he looked coyly over his shoulder, though, he saw that Pike’s eyes were riveted on his butt. Smiling to himself, he arched his back ever so slightly and was rewarded by a spasm that ran through his bro’s body, culminating in a surge of growth in his cock. In seconds, Pike was fully erect, his giant pointing up at the ceiling. The act was apparently painful, between his circumcision scar and new piercing, and he grimaced…but he didn’t take his eyes off Tripp’s ass.

“N-N-N-Nice t-t-t-tan l-l-l-lines, b-b-bro,” he managed to gasp as he clapped his hands self-consciously over his throbbing cock. He took a few shuddering breaths before managing to regain his composure. “Now I know why ya look different: You’ve been visiting a tannin’ salon, haven’t ya?”

Tripp’s smile deepened. “Maybe.”

Pike exhaled in annoyance. “Are ya bein’ a prick tease, bro? I mean, ya know I’m hot for ya. Is this yer way of tormentin’ me? If so, it’s workin’. It’s really workin’. Now, if you’d juss put half of dis effort into hittin’ on da ladies–”

“Oh, Pike?” Tripp interrupted, only very slowly and very belatedly stepping into his shorts. He took a long time pulling them up his thighs and settling them over his bare ass.

Pike pursed his lips, clearly both titillated and irritated by this act. “Yeah?” he huffed. “Whaddaya want now, bro? What other surprises ya got for me? Ya know I’m about ready to explode here, right?”

Tripp grinned, ignoring his buddy’s exasperation. “I have a…procedure…scheduled tomorrow at the doctor’s office,” he explained. “Could I ask you to pick me up afterwards? I should be done by five.”

Pike blinked, caught off guard by this unexpected request. A moment later, though, he rumbled, “Of course! What’s the procedure?”

Tripp shrugged. “Nothing big. Just an outpatient thing. I won’t be able to work out with you tomorrow night, though. The doctor said I’ll need to take a day or two off from weight lifting.”

“Happy to, bro,” Pike said, finally tearing his gaze away from Tripp’s ass. “Juss promise me ya won’t tease me no more, Ok? My cock can’t take yer abuse.”

***

True to his word, Pike was there waiting for him when he hobbled out of the doctor’s office. His buddy caught his arm as he lost his balance, nearly passing out. He was agony because the anesthetic had worn off but the painkillers hadn’t quite kicked in yet. Somehow, with a lot of help from Pike, he managed to walk stiffly into the parking lot and settle gingerly into the passenger seat of his bro’s sports car.

“Dude! What the fuck did they do to ya in there?” Pike demanded, putting his hand against Tripp’s forehead. “Yer white as a sheet!”

“Nothing major,” Tripp replied, wincing in pain as he repositioned his legs. “I’ll be fine after I rest.”

Pike studied his face, trying to figure out if he was going to press for more information. Finally, he shook his head, saying, “I got ya, bro. Trust yer big man to take care of ya!”

He did.

Carrying Tripp up the front steps of his apartment and gently laying him on the sofa, Pike proceeded to make himself at home in the kitchen, preparing the most delicious meal. While Tripp sat there, floating on a pink cloud of Codeine-induced bliss, his bro served him a steaming bowl of stew. Adjusting the afghan around Tripp’s midsection, Pike settled down next to him before turning on the TV and choosing a movie they both liked. 

“Whoa, yummy!” Tripp exclaimed after taking a tentative spoonful of the stew. “What is this?”

“Sopa de Fubà,” Pike said. “It’s sorta Brazilian comfort food. Always makes me feel better anyway. I’m surprised you had all the ingredients in yer fridge.”

“Me, too,” Tripp murmured, slurping down the soup. “I’m not much of a cook.”

“Well, ya should be. Chicks dig a guy who can cook. It’s one of those little not-so-obvious dating skills.”

“Uh huh.” Tripp wasn’t really listening; he was too busy gobbling up the stew. He downed three bowls before he finally felt somewhat full.

Pike watched him, shaking his head. “Guess the procedure didn’t affect yer appetite! Anything else I can get ya?”

Tripp shook his head, setting the empty bowl aside and pushing himself off the couch with some difficulty. “Gotta pee,” he said over his shoulder as he staggered into the bathroom.

“Need my help?” Pike offered, his voice sounding hopeful but Tripp waved him off. He wasn’t about to have his bro help him take a piss! His yelp of pain, however, brought his bro to the door of the bathroom. Knocking loudly, Pike shouted, “Bro! Bro! Whatsa matter? You Ok in there?”

“M’fine!” Tripp slurred, feeling like he was going to vomit. Between the pain and the drugs, he was on the verge of collapse. “Be out in a minute!”

Pike didn’t sound convinced and tried the door, growling in frustration when he realized it was locked. “Tripp, buddy!” he called out desperately. “Open up! Lemme help ya!”

But Tripp wouldn’t unlock the door. He waited at the toilet, leaning with his forehead against the cool wall while he struggled to find the resolve to try peeing again. Finally, he managed to squirt out a trickle of urine, gritting his teeth to stop from crying out. It seemed to take forever and he was winded by the time he was done. Flushing the toilet and washing his hands, he emerged from the bathroom to find Pike beside himself with worry.

“Don’t ever do that again, bro!” his buddy yelled. “Don’t ever shut me out! I’m yer man, Tripp. I’m here for ya no matter what. You should know that by now. Shit, I’ve seen ya naked plenty of times already. What’s yer fuckin’ deal anyway? Ya coulda fainted in there and hit yer head er sumthin’!”

Trip smiled wanly at his friend, touched by his concern. “I know, Pike, and I’m sorry,” he placated. “But I’m fine, really. You don’t have to worry about me.”

***

He awoke the next morning to find Pike sleeping beside him on the bed. His big bro’s arm was slung protectively over his chest and he opened his eyes as soon as Pike moved.

“I couldn’t leave ya alone,” he explained. “Not with ya like that.”

Tripp smiled sleepily. “Thanks, man. Really. I appreciate it. You’re a true friend.”

“Dat’s right!” Pike said brightly, sitting up and grinning at him. “I’m yer man.”

***

Chapter 5

Hunger stalked him. He was ravenous all the time, devouring everything in sight. One morning, he even woke up with his head inside his refrigerator with empty containers strewn around him, evidence of sleep-eating. During the day, he ate three lunches. At night, he’d gorge on at least four dinners before bedtime and he’d still wake up in the middle night with a growling tummy. Between hunger and soreness from his procedure, he felt very uncomfortable. The only thing that tore him away from this agony was Pike.

“You like ‘em, bro?” the big dude asked one morning, rolling up an invisible shirt sleeve and leaning over his desk. “I got ‘em last night! On both arms. And my pecs, too.”

Tripp stared at the bold, black tattoos snaking up Pike’s arms and covering his hulking pecs. The designs were incredibly ornate and seemed vaguely tribal. “They’re cool,” he murmured but already his gaze was being drawn to a different location on his bro’s body. 

Gaze sliding to his crotch, Tripp goggled.

Pike had a Brazilian flag tattooed on his smooth pubes. 

The colorful flag unfurled in all in all its green, blue and yellow glory on the only untanned patch of skin on Pike’s bronzed body: The stark triangle of pale skin that demarcated the contours of his tiny thong. The new tattoo served only one purpose, drawing attention to Pike’s monster-sized man-cock. The long, fat tubesteak dangled, half-hard (as always), the obscene silver ring piercing his unhooded glans.

Tripp swallowed, eyes glued to that flag…and cock.

“Uh, the tats are up here, bro,” Pike rumbled, confused. “On my arm. Not my crotch. Why’re ya staring at my crotch, bro?”

Tripp jumped, forcing his eyes back to Pike’s bulging arm with its bold ink. “W-W-Wow, bro!” he stammered, cheeks coloring. “That’s really something! It must’ve taken hours!”

“Nearly eight,” his bro confided. “And I had three artists workin’ on me. Since ya couldn’t work out with me, figured I had plenty of time on my hands. ‘Sides, I’ve wanted tats for a long time, juss haven’t had the cash to pay for ‘em. You like?”

“Yeah,” Trip breathed. “I do. They really suit you.”

Pike flashed him a smile. “Yer big bro’s a badass, ain’t he? C’mon! Admit it!” When Trip pulled a face, Pike put him in a headlock, rubbing the top of his head with his knuckles until Tripp–nostrils filled with the heady odor of his bro’s musky armpits–cried out for mercy. He winced when Pike let go of him, causing his bro to worry, “I didn’t hurt ya, did I? I’m sorry, bro! I forgot ‘bout yer procedure.”

“S’Ok,” Tripp said, still wincing. “I actually feel a lot better today. They said it would take three days for the pain to ease and I guess they were right.”

“Yer still not gonna tell me what they did to ya, huh?” Pike asked, rolling down his (invisible) shirt sleeve. He was searching Tripp’s face as if he would find a clue there.

“Nope, too personal.”

Pike rolled his eyes but let it go. “Suit yerself, bro,” he muttered. “Gonna work out with me tonight?”

He deflated when Tripp shook his head, saying, “Sorry. Can’t yet. I should be able to tomorrow, though.”

***

Four days after the procedure, his doctor said it was Ok to start running again. Tripp had been running for the past ten years, not missing a day in that whole time, and he was dying to get back out there. As soon as his alarm went off, he leaped out of bed, eager to throw on his shorts and shoes and run. At least he tried to leap but instead ended up tumbling onto the floor at the foot of his bed. He landed with a heavy thud, causing his downstairs neighbor to pound on the ceiling.

“Hey, asshole!” the dude called out, his angry voice muffled by the floorboards. “Thanks for waking me up at six o’clock in the fuckin’ mornin’!”

Tripp would have cringed in apology if he hadn’t been too busy freaking out. He stared in horror at what had become of his body overnight, not recognizing himself anymore. His muscles–so slow to respond to the steroids–had seemingly exploded, leaving him trapped in a mountain of flesh. He cried out, tears running down his face, as he surveyed the damage the drugs had wreaked upon his precious bod.

All of his body fat had vanished, leaving only vascular, papery skin to cover the throbbing outlines of his ridiculously steroidal muscles. His arms were so big they protruded from his sides. That was bad enough but, when he finally managed to stagger to his feet, he realized he could barely walk. His quads had swollen so much that he had to sort of throw his weight from one side to the other, lurching like a bloated bull down the hallway.

Bitch tits! He had fucking bitch tits! He stared in alarm at his nipples, now puffy and swollen. They protruded out from his chest like little bullets. And his areolas! Fuck, they were so big! Fuck, fuck, fuck! He looked like he had a pair of fucking hooters!

His chest was truly mountainous. 

His abs stuck out several inches from his ‘roid gut. 

His back was wide as a massive oak tree. 

And his ass…

Shit! He had the biggest ass in the world!

Looking back at the humongous globes jutting out behind him, he wailed in confusion and terror. They had pushed right through his straining boxers, making it look like he was wearing a plaid thong. He gaped, minding blanking with horror and revulsion. How the fuck could he go through life with an ass this huge? It wasn’t human!

He collapsed on the floor and bellowed like a cow. (His voice had been affected by the ‘roids, too, dropping a couple of octaves.) He didn’t even care about his downstairs neighbor. Why would he? His life was fucking over!

***

When he didn’t show up for work, Pike tracked him down around noon. He pounded on the door of his apartment for a long time but Tripp ignored him. His bro wasn’t so easily dissuaded, though, finally throwing his weight against the door and battering it down with his shoulder. He fell through the doorway, searching around the apartment for him and rushing over when he spotted him on the couch. Tripp was covered in a blanket, gritting his teeth and crying buckets as he lamented his impulsive decision to inject himself with those fucking steroids.

As Pike neared, Tripp pulled the blanket over his head and shouted, “Go away! I don’t want to see anyone right now. Or ever for that matter!”

“Bro? What’s wrong with yer voice? Are ya sick?” Pike asked, concerned. “Why didn’t ya reply to my texts or phone calls? I was worried ‘bout ya!” Before Tripp could stop him, he pulled back the blanket. His eyebrows shot up and his mouth formed an ‘O’ as he took Tripp’s greatly altered visage. Understanding, however, quickly followed this surprise and he drawled, “I wondered what happened to those super-concentrated ‘roids. You took all four, didn’t ya?”

Tripp nodded miserably, unable to look Pike in the eye.

“Oh, bro, I’m so sorry,” Pike consoled, settling onto the (meager space available on the) couch beside him. “Why’d ya do it? I tole ya not to!”

“I was stupid!” Tripp bawled. “I fuckin’ hate myself!” Grabbing Pike’s hand, he begged, “Is there any way to reverse it?”

Pike’s brows drew together and he shook his head. “‘Fraid not, bro. The changes’re permanent. Or mostly permanent. They might slowly wear off in a few years.”

“A few years! I can’t wait that long! I can’t even walk like this!”

When he started to panic, Pike stopped him, saying, “Calm down, bro! Freaking out ain’t gonna make things better. How ‘bout ya lemme pull back the blanket and take a look at ya?” He reached out to remove the blanket but Tripp resisted until Pike reprimanded him. “Listen, bro, ya got yerself into this mess an’ now I’m tryna help ya out of it. Just lemme see what ya look like!”

After wrestling for a few minutes, Tripp finally gave in and let Pike remove the blanket. He screwed his eyes shut while his friend surveyed his bloated, ugly body. When Pike was silent for too long, though, he cracked an eyelid…in time to see his bro tucking his rapidly stiffening cock between his thighs.

“Really, Pike!” he complained. “You’re getting bricked up now? Can’t you see my life is over?”

Pike’s stubbly cheeks were rosy as he shook his head, keeping his throbbing cock firmly locked between his legs. “Yer life ain’t over, bro! Don’t ya think yer overreacting a little? I mean, sure, yer big but not that big! It looks like ya might’ve put on, hmmm, what?” He studied Tripp closely, estimating. “Maybe forty pounds? Fifty at most. If I’m right, dat puts ya up ‘round 225 or 230 max. That’s as much as I weigh, bro, and we’re the same height. Does it look like my life’s over?”

“I do NOT weigh the same as you!” Tripp insisted. “No way!”

Pike extended his hand. “Sounds like a bet to me. Care to put some money on it, bro?” He stood up and, wiggling his fingers enticingly, added, “C’mon! Let’s take a trip to yer scale and find out for sure.”

After much coaxing, Pike finally convinced him to lumber into the bathroom where he stepped laboriously onto the scale, hanging his head and waiting for the needle to stop spinning wildly before it finally settled at…

“Two thirty!” Pike crowed. “I was right! Ya weigh the same as me!”

“That can’t be right!” Tripp gasped, looking from Pike’s perfectly muscled body to his own bloated behemoth. His boxers were stretched perilously close to shredding as they struggled to contain the sheer mass of his gigantic ass and thighs. His rounded ‘roid belly obscured his view of his pathetic crotch. He didn’t need to see his bulge, though, to know it was smaller than ever.

“I think ya got a case of body dysmorphia, bro,” Pike was saying. “Or maybe yer juss in shock? In any case, sure, yer a muscle bull now but no bigger than me.” He sighed, looking Tripp up and down while still holding his swollen member firmly between his legs. “It’s true yer runnin’ days are prolly over but who cares? Runnin’s for sissies anyway.”

“Running is not for sissies!” Tripp protested. “It’s my whole life!” He was incredibly irritated by Pike’s blithe attitude. Didn’t he understand the magnitude of Tripp’s problem? He held his big, round face in his hands, sobbing, “How the fuck am I ever going to go out in public looking like this? My clothes don’t fit and I can barely walk!”

“Leave that up to me, bro,” Pike said, placing a warm hand on his hulking shoulder. “Hang tight and I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

“Don’t worry,” Tripp muttered. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever again.”

***

“My clothes fit pretty good, huh?”

Tripp looked down at himself in surprise. When Pike showed up with a bunch of clothes from his closet, he’d been skeptical that he would be able to squeeze into them but, incredibly, they fit his new body like a glove…although Pike’s jeans were really tight in back.

When he pointed this out, Pike stared at him. “And that’s a problem how, bro? Trust yer man, Pike, on this one: Ya want that caboose stickin’ out behind ya.” He shook his head emphatically. “Nah, ya look great. Better than great, actually. Yer perfect! I’d do ya in a heartbeat if ya swang toward bi.”

Tripp’s ears turned red at this and cleared his throat, looking back to his reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t believe how different he looked with so many new muscles. And his face had changed, too. No longer boyish, he looked like a mature man with a bull neck and a square jaw. And his hair…

“Ya look better with yer head shaved, bro,” Pike commented, following his gaze in the mirror. “I’m glad ya let me talk ya into it.”

Tripp reached up and felt the black stubble on his head. It was the same length as the stubble on his cheeks. He set his jaw and found himself smirking at its squareness. Everything about him–well, except for his ass–was square now. Yeah, he had to admit that he liked this new look. He looked like he could be a Marine or a cop the way his tiny ears stuck out sideways from his shaved head.

“See? Yer gettin’ it. Half of bein’ a badass is actin’ like a badass and the other half’s lookin’ like one,” Pike said, watching Tripp push his incredibly mounded and broad shoulders back. “Didn’t nobody ever tell ya that masculinity is drag, bro? Shit, it’s juss a show we big guys put on to impress, juss like dem queens on TV. Throw back dem shoulders and fuckin’ strut! Yer a big fuckin’ rooster!”

Tripp’s smirk became a cocky grin. Winking at Pike, he practiced strutting around, finding that it was remarkably easy with this new body. His muscles just seemed to want to move in a confident manner. Soon, he was swaggering like the macho motherfucker he’d always wanted to be. Like Pike Rios. Just like Pike…

“Love it, bro!” Pike cheered, clapping. “Love it! Yer a fuckin’ stud! A stud ready to fuck!” He looked around theatrically, asking, “Where dem ladies at, huh? Shit, bro, they’re gonna be fuckin’ beggin’ ya to fuck ‘em now!”

“Ikr?” Tripp said, chuckling in his new, lower voice. “I can’t fuckin’ wait!” He sobered, though, coming to halt in front of his friend. “Thanks, Pike. Really. I owe you. You just turned the worst day of my life into the best one ever!”

Pike dipped his head bashfully. “No problem, dude. Plus, I gotta say it’s hot that yer wearin’ my clothes, ‘specially my underwear right now. Would it gross ya out if I tole ya I’m leakin’ like a firehouse at the sight of ya?”

***

They strode into work the next morning, leaving everyone breathless in their wake. Pike looked over and grinned as Tripp proudly thrust out his mounded chest. No one could believe his sudden transformation. He copped to being ignorant to the cause, telling everyone that he’d been diagnosed with a rare glandular disorder. He knew they didn’t buy it but he didn’t care. He only cared about one thing and that was being near Pike. 

His bro couldn’t keep his eyes off him. Everytime Tripp looked over, Pike’s cock was at full mast. He took pains to conceal his erection from Tripp but little did he know that everything about his naked body was on full display for his bro. Tripp took great satisfaction out of knowing that his buddy was turned on by his new body.

Even better, he loved wearing Pike’s clothes and was elated when Pike told him that he could keep them. And, yes, he especially loved wearing his skintight boxers. Pike’s rich, masculine scent permeated the fabric, creating a soporific haze around him. Sometimes, he’d drift off into a daze, his nostrils filled with his bro’s potent aroma.

***

Chapter 6

And so it was that the fateful day finally arrived. Pike texted him that Saturday afternoon, saying he was heading over. >>todays the day, bro!<< his text read. Then >>dont make plans<< Tripp waited breathlessly for the familiar knock on his door, although he winced in pain when his buddy caught him in a bear hug, pressing his massive bulk against his own massive bulk.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Pike asked. “Still sore from yer procedure?”

Tripp shook his head. “Nah, I’m pretty much healed from that. This is a different procedure.”

Pike arched a knowing eyebrow. “An’, lemme guess, yer still not gonna tell me ‘bout it, are ya?”

“Nope!” Tripp said, smiling. “You’ll just have to wait.”

Pike narrowed his eyes. “Yer so mysterious, bro, but whatever. That’s not why I’m here. You know what day it is, right?”

“Your birthday?” Tripp offered. He laughed at Pike’s scowl, adding, “I have no idea! But it must be important or you wouldn’t have sent me such a cryptic text.”

“It’s the last day of our bet,” Pike said. “The day ya finally lose yer virginity or I have to buy ya breakfast for a year.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”

Pike held his finger in his face, saying, “But don’t worry, bro! Yer man, Pike, here’s not about to lose. I vowed to get ya laid and I’m gonna make it happen. Ya know where we’re goin’ tonight?”

Tripp felt his skin go clammy with dread, wondering what his buddy had in store for him. “No,” he answered truthfully. “I have no idea.”

“I booked us seats at a gentlemen’s club,” Pike revealed, grinning from ear to ear. “And, even better, I reserved the hottest lady for my bro. Yer gettin’ laid, bro! Yer finally gettin’ laid!”

“You’re paying for me to have sex with a woman!?” Tripp exclaimed, backing away. “But that’s…that’s prostitution!”

Pike’s face clouded. “Yeah, so? It still counts. And it’s cheaper than me payin’ to have ya stuff food hand over fist into yer gapin’ maw for the next 365 days.”

Tripp gave him the middle finger. “Shut up. I do not have a gaping maw!”

“It’s kinda gapin’,” Pike rejoined, laughing. “But, seriously, bro! What’s it gonna be? You game to get laid tonight?”

Tripp was quiet for a moment while Pike watched him anxiously. Finally, he said, “Thanks, bro. I really appreciate it! And I’ll do it but first, can I ask a favor?”

“Sure, bro! Anything! Whaddaya want?”

Smiling, Tripp cleared his throat. “Can you, um, wait here for a sec? I’ll be right back.”

Pike nodded and Tripp disappeared in his bedroom, emerging a few minutes later in his bathrobe. While he was in the bedroom, Pike had taken a seat on the sofa. He stared at Tripp when he emerged, asking, “Why ya wearin’ the robe, bro?”

Tripp didn’t answer directly. Padding over to his friend, he revealed, “I’ve been thinking about getting laid a lot lately. I know that’s no surprise to you.”

“True dat,” Pike rumbled, big hands folded over his lap where, Tripp knew, his monster cock was half erect. “Gettin’ laid’s juss about all I ever think about.”

Tripp smiled, continuing, “I realized that part of the reason I’ve never done it is I’m scared. And the reason I’m scared is because I lack experience.”

“Yep, bro!” Pike said, beaming. “Dat’s why I hired a hooker for ya! Problem solved!”

“Not quite.” Tripp moved closer until he was standing directly in front of Pike. 

His friend looked up at him, curiosity written across his handsome face, asking, “Whaddaya mean, bro?”

Tripp swallowed; his heart was pounding in his chest. “What would help,” he began, edging closer to Pike, “is if…I mean, what if I pretend to be the woman and you…um, you know, show me how you, uh, do it?”

Pike’s giant Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His eyes were round and his hands were clenched over his lap. “You, um, know what yer askin’, bro? I mean, are ya sayin’ ya wanna…?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking.” Tripp’s head was lowered; he couldn’t look at his bro. His cheeks were rosy and his hands were clammy. “Show me so I don’t come across as a total newbie. Will you do that?”

Pike was silent. When Tripp finally had the balls to look up at his friend’s face, he saw that Pike was staring at him with the softest, most affectionate look known to man. As he stood there, breathless, his bro murmured, “I’d be honored, bro.” Lifting his hands, he motioned to him. “C’mere an’ sit on my lap an’ I’ll show ya everything.”

Shaking, Tripp did so. He clambered up on the sofa and settled his huge, bloated ass down on his buddy’s lap. The sofa sagged under his weight.

“Oof!” Pike exclaimed. “Yer a big girl!” When Tripp lowered his head, abashed, though, he reached up and took hold of his chin, moving his head upward so Tripp had to look him in the eyes. “You’re beautiful,” Pike murmured. “The most beautiful woman in the world!” When Tripp grimaced, his bro huffed, “What? Ya tole me to pretend like yer the woman, right? Well, this is how I get the girl ready.”

Tripp cringed. “Sorry, but that’s kind of corny. Does it really work?” 

Pike shrugged. “Girls love being told they’re pretty. And, judgin’ from the way yer blushing right now, I’d say you do, too!” He straightened and wrapped his arms around Tripp’s back, causing him to arch expectantly. “Now where were we? Oh, yeah, I was tellin’ ya that yer the most beautiful woman in the world.” He reached back and grasped Tripp’s mounded ass cheeks as he said this, squeezing them. “And how much I wanna kiss ya.” Removing his hands, he took Tripp’s hands in his own and moved them upward until they were around his neck. Tripp blinked down at him, face only inches away. “Do ya?” Pike breathed, his voice hardly more than a whisper. “Do ya wanna kiss me, too, bro?”

Tripp nodded, heart throbbing with excitement. And then he was lowering his face down until his lips brushed against Pike’s. Pike smiled, lifting his chin and nibbling his lip. His eyes were locked onto Tripp’s and his lips were slightly parted.

“I love you.”

Tripp’s eyes widened. Had Pike really just said that?

“I meant that, bro,” Pike said. “An’ I ain’t pretendin’ yer a woman no more. I really mean that. I fuckin’ love you!”

Tripp threw his arms around Pike’s neck and kissed him passionately. It was his first kiss – with a man or a woman – and he was surprised how easy and natural it was. Pike, ever the more experienced one, let him take the lead. He opened his mouth, inviting Tripp’s tongue in to explore. Tripp entered, tentatively at first, but then discovered he liked his bro’s flavor and stuck his tongue in further. Pike’s tongue met his, they curled slowly around each other. Both men sighed. It was the most blissful feeling of Tripp’s life, this union with Pike. And it was far more fun than he’d ever imagined.

Pike’s confident hands were on either side of his bull neck and then they were easing the bathrobe down his husky shoulders. When the robe slipped below Tripp’s mounded pecs, Pike lifted his mouth away from Tripp’s lips, instructing, “That’s enough kissin’ for now, bro. You juss kiss enough to get her horny and then ya move on.”

“Fuck, it worked!” Tripp panted, eyes on fire with desire for Pike. “I’m horny, alright!”

Pike grinned, giving him a sly wink before nibbling one of Tripp’s big, puffy nipples. Tripp threw his head back and moaned in ecstasy. Holy fuck! Why hadn’t he realized how hot it was to have his nipples sucked?

Driving him to the point of insanity by toying and teasing his extremely sensitive nipple with his tongue, Pike finally pulled back, commenting, “That always gets ‘em riled up. Chicks really dig a good tit-suckin’!”

“I-I-I know!” Tripp was having trouble forming words. His lust for Pike was already sky high and heading rapidly toward the ionosphere.

Pike watched him for a moment, amused. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and asked, “Dontcha wanna, ya know, take off some of my clothes, too, bro?”

Tripp looked down at Pike’s naked body in confusion, only belatedly remembering that the reality was that Pike was fully clothed. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He reached out and pretended to unbutton his bro’s shirt, hoping that Pike was actually wearing a button-down shirt and that his act was convincing.

It was.

Pike leaned back, sighing, allowing Tripp to bare his already bare chest. When his shirt was gone, Pike moved his hands beneath Tripp’s butt and fiddled with his invisible belt and zipper. Rather than unleashing his beast, though, he tucked it between his thighs before repositioning Tripp onto his lap. Tripp was a little disappointed but didn’t complain; he knew that Pike was taking his time and wanted to ease him into lovemaking.

Taking a cue from his bro, Tripp then lowered his mouth to one of Pike’s nipples and began teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His bro’s skin was so soft and smooth! And his nipple so tender! Pike moaned, his head thrown back on the sofa just like Tripp’s had been a moment earlier.

“You had your chest hair permanently removed?” Tripp asked, lifting his mouth reluctantly away from that sexy nipple. “You’re completely smooth.”

Pike nodded. “Uh huh. Juss like you, bro. I didn’t want anything hidin’ my tats.”

Tripp had to agree that this was a wise choice. Pike’s sizable nipples–nearly as big and puffy as his own–were on full display; the black, bold tattoos spiraled around them, drawing attention to their size and perkiness. To look at Pike’s chest now was to be drawn to his tits. Tripp filed this bit of information away for later…

“When ya’d get yer laser treatments?” Pike queried, startling Tripp out of his reverie. “I seem to remember ya were pretty furry before, bro.”

Tripp flushed. “I started them while you were in Brazil and still have a few more sessions to go to make sure all of my follicles are completely zapped.”

Pike nodded, grinning. “I like it, bro. It’s hot.”

“Just like you.”

This admission seemed to puzzle Pike and he asked, “Why didn’t ya tell me sooner, bro? Why’d ya wait til now to let me know yer hot for me?”

Tripp lowered his head. “I d-d-don’t know,” he stammered. “I-I-It took me a while to realize it and then, well…”

“Yeah?” Once again, Pike lifted his chin so he was looking him in the eyes. “And then?”

“Then I wanted to be sure you…uh, well, you know…” his voice trailed off; he was unable to finish the sentence.

“You wanted to be sure I what?” Pike prompted, expression softening. “Tell me, bro. I wanna know.”

“I wanted to be sure you were into me,” Tripp admitted, looking away again. “I mean, you told me you don’t find white guys attractive. And you mostly fuck woman. And when you do fuck guys…well, I know I don’t measure up to Rodrigo.”

Something enormous and hard throbbed beneath Tripp and he flushed when he realized that Pike had just released his monster-sized anaconda from its prison between his mountainous thighs. It surged forth, embracing freedom and using the opportunity to grow to its full, gigantic size. Even through the thick folds of his bathrobe, Tripp could feel its incredible size and girth. It was hard and getting harder. Soon, Pike would be fully bricked.

“Dat answer yer question, bro?” Pike asked, grinning as his giant continued to swell, pushing into the cleft of Tripp’s ample buttocks. “I’ve been hot for you ever since I first saw ya.” He made a dismissive gesture, adding, “I don’t give a fuck ‘bout yer skin color or what ya look like, either. Yer you, bro, and that makes ya beyond sexy in my book.”

Tripp found it hard to breathe as Pike’s cock continued expanding uncontrollably, filling to overflowing the cleft of his huge buttocks. He couldn’t believe the dude was that hung! Too late, he understood that he’d been mistaking Pike’s semis for a full-on erection and he’d never actually witnessed, let alone felt, the true magnitude of his bro’s stupendous length and girth. It was so big and fat that he felt himself rising several inches off Pike’s lap as it inflated.

“I-I-I didn’t realize,” he gasped, feeling the monster throb beneath him, “th-th-that you were so into me.”

“I’ve been doin’ everything I could think of to make ya notice me!” Pike exclaimed, wrapping his big arms around Tripp’s waist and hugging him tightly. “I even tried witchcraft,” he revealed, embarrassment turning his cheeks rosy, “if ya can believe it. It didn’t work, though.” After a pause, though, he added slyly, “Hmmm…now that I think ‘bout it, maybe it did?”

“Wait. You what?”

“It was dumb,” Pike muttered. “I paid a bruxo to cast a spell on me. He said he’d make ya see me with new eyes.”

Tripp was having trouble breathing and it wasn’t just because he was beyond horny. “Pike,” he managed to gasp, “when was this? How long ago?”

Pike glanced up at him and then away, cheeks still rosy. “A month ago. Why?”

“No reason,” Tripp replied, forcing himself to shrug nonchalantly while inwardly the pieces of the puzzle were finally coming together. “Just curious.”

He was stunned to finally learn the seemingly inexplicable reason he’d suddenly started seeing Pike naked. But what could he say? There would be time later to discuss the results of the spell with Pike; right now, he was really fucking turned on and wanted Pike in the worst way. He’d been waiting more than twenty fives years for this moment and fuck if he was going to waste it!

He leaned down and resumed suckling on Pike’s generous tits, driving his bro crazy with his tongue. For his part, Pike focused on removing Tripp’s bathrobe, finally working his hands down to the cloth belt and untying it. When it finally fell away from Tripp’s body and his hands landed on what his bro was wearing underneath, he froze.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck, bro!” he marveled. “Whaddaya got on? Are those–?”

“Yep.” Tripp’s face broke into a satisfied grin. “I wore ‘em just for you!”

Pike pulled the robe off of him and tossed it on the floor, leaving Tripp clad in a dainty pair of string bikini bottoms. (The exact same style that he’d seen Pike’s girlfriend wearing in the pics from the beach in Rio.) They were pink and incredibly tiny, revealing the outline of his fiercely erect cock in its entirety. They revealed something else, too.

“Fuck, bro!” Pike sighed as he reached out and touched the little pink diamond dangling from Tripp’s navel. Like his bikini bottom, it was identical to the piercing he’d spotted on Pike’s girlfriend. “Pink’s my favorite color. On chicks…and I guess guys, too.” Pike played with the piercing. It was still a little sore, given that Tripp had just had it done a few days before, but he loved the expression of delight on Pike’s face as he toyed with the jewel. “Yer so fuckin’ hot, bro! You couldn’t be more perfect!”

Rather than removing Tripp’s panties right away, Pike moved his calloused hands around behind him, cupping his bro’s massive ass cheeks. “Kiss me, bro!” he urged when Tripp started arching his back and writhing. “Kiss me!”

Tripp leaned forward and met Pike’s mouth once again. This time, though, Pike was more assertive and drove his tongue in deep, licking the back of Tripp’s mouth and wrestling his tongue. His hands kneaded Tripp’s smooth, soft, bulky buttocks at the same time, gradually moving his fingers inward until…

“AHHHHH, FUCK!”

Pike smiled wryly, pulling back from kissing for a moment. “Found yer buzzer, huh? See, gettin’ a guy ready ain’t no diff’rent than a chick. Ya juss gotta bide yer time and wait til they’re super turned on. Then ya go for the pussy!” He wriggled a fat finger over Tripp’s virgin asshole as he said this, making Tripp moan.

Winking, Pike removed the fat finger from his hole and stuck it in Tripp’s mouth, swishing it around before teasing his manhole again. Flushed and hot, Tripp’s brain struggled to process the fact that the flavor in his mouth was from his own asshole. A day ago, he would have vomited. Right now, though…

“Fuck, Pike! OH, FUCK!”

Pike’s finger was inside him! Tripp writhed as Pike worked his way in further and further until he scored the little bump of Tripp’s prostate. When his blunt fingertip started massaging that secret spot, Tripp nearly came in his panties. His cock spasmed and he would have shot his load if Pike hadn’t pulled back. 

His big bro stole another deep-throated kiss before pulling away. “Gets ‘em every time, bro,” he bragged. “Don’t matter if it’s a girl’s g-spot or a guy’s prostate. They wanna cum when I hit it.”

“I-I-I wanna cum!” Tripp sighed, chest heaving. “I really wanna cum!”

“Not yet!” Pike said, smirking. “Ya said ya wanted to see how it’s done, right? Well, I’m teachin’ ya. Learn from a pro, bro!”

Tripp made a sound of strangled exasperation but what choice did he have? Pike was in charge and the big guy wasn’t going to let him find release until he was good and ready. When he looked down, he discovered that Pike was untying the strings on his panties. Tripp braced, wrapping his hands protectively around himself, as they came apart and his little man sprang forth. Pike’s eyes went wide and he wiped drool away from his mouth as he exclaimed, “Shit, bro! Yer cut! What happened to yer foreskin?”

“I had it removed,” Tripp admitted, red-faced. “I’m circumcised now.”

“And what’s dat? A teeny, tiny Prince Albert?!” 

Tripp blushed. “More like a Princess Alberta. But, yeah, you got the idea.”

Pike’s eyes glowed as he studied Tripp’s boy-sized erection. His member was painfully erect–literally, painfully erect–his circumcision scar hadn’t quite healed yet and the PA piercing, while very small compared to Pike’s man-sized one, was also fresh. The little pink jewel embedded in the slender silver band of the Prince Albert matched the jewel in his navel piercing. 

The bitter truth, though, was that it looked more like a clit piercing. The mega dose of steroids he’d taken had shriveled his manhood down to nothing. Even his balls, while never very large, had mostly disappeared. Unlike Pike who looked even more hung than ever with smooth pubes, Tripp’s hairless pubes only served to make his micro penis appear even smaller. Having hulking thighs didn’t do him any favors, either. His pee-pee looked laughable sandwiched between those burgeoning quads.

“Yer so small, bro!” Pike praised. “I love how itsy bitsy ya are!” He tore his eyes away from Tripp’s tiny dick long enough to meet his gaze. His brown eyes were feverish and his cock was throbbing beneath him. “I see what ya did, bro. Ya copied me. The hair removal, tan, piercing, circumcision, and ‘roids: Ya made yerself into my other half, didn’t ya? We’re like mirror images of each other!” He paused, beaming with pride, before adding, “But what ‘bout a tat? I don’t see no tattoos on ya.”

“Oh, I got tattooed, too,” Tripp promised, smiling. “You just haven’t seen it yet.” Pike’s eyes flashed with excitement at this revelation but Tripp stopped him before he began exploration. “First,” he said, wagging a finger in Pike’s face, “we compare. Come on! Whip yours out. I want to see how pathetic I am compared to you.”

“Yer not pathetic!” Pike protested but nonetheless obeyed, leaning back while Tripp pushed his butt up high enough to let his bro’s giant cock thrust upward to freedom. And find freedom it did, springing up with such velocity that it slapped against his tight, toned tummy. Pike winced apologetically. “Sorry, bro. I’m kinda big. I hope I’m not, ya know, too big.”

Tripp’s mouth was hanging open as he stared at the beast between Pike’s smooth, swollen quads. That thing had to be more than fifteen inches long! And fat. Shit, talk about a fat cock! He goggled at the immensity of it, taking note of every detail: The raw, red circumcision scar. The dark skin of his shaft. The nubile pink of his exposed cockhead. The glinting silver of his thick Prince Albert piercing. And those giant bull-balls rolling around in his lap.

No one was hung as Pike Rios, Tripp decided. 

Pike was a god.

He flushed, thrusting forward his own tiny ‘manhood’ toward Pike’s. He looked ridiculous in comparison! So tiny, so slender, so short! Even with all of his big muscles, he was barely even a boy.

And Pike was a man.

A big, hulking, virile man.

“Yer awful quiet, bro. Yer makin’ me worried here.” Pike’s eyes were pleading. “I’m not too big for ya, am I? I mean, I’d hate to–”

Tripp closed his gaping jaw with a snap. “Pike,” he sputtered, breathless. “You’re not too big at all! I’m the one who’s too small. I hope–” He batted his bro’s hands away when Pike tried to interrupt, saying, “No! I need you to hear this. I need you to know why I’m still a virgin at age twenty five. It’s actually because of you.”

“Because of me?” Pike’s thick, black eyebrows lifted. “Whaddaya mean, bro?”

“Here, see this,” Tripp said, leaning over to extricate his smartphone from the discarded heap of his bathrobe. He flipped through it, eventually finding the photo he was looking for. “This is you, right?”

Pike stared at the phone, taking it from Tripp’s grasp and studying it closely. Slowly, his brows lifted and he swallowed. “Holy fuck, bro! Dat’s me! It’s a pic from, like, ten years ago when I was a teenager. How’d ya get it?”

Tripp’s ears were red. He cleared his throat, finding it suddenly difficult to speak. “I…I haven’t told anyone about this,” he stammered, face reddening to match his ears. “W-W-When I was fifteen, one of my cross-country teammates pantsed me and another guy took a picture of me when my shorts were down around my ankles.” He looked down, ashamed. “I-I-I’m always small but, you know, my dick shrinks up even more when I run. In the photo, you couldn’t even see my penis. All you could see were my black pubes. It…uh, looked like I had a vagina between my legs.”

Pike winced. “That’s pretty low, bro! I can’t bah-lieve those fuckers’d do that to ya!”

“They were envious,” Tripp said before admitting, “and I was kind of an asshole, too. I was the fastest runner by far and…well, I rubbed their faces in it. I was cocky and they wanted to take me down a peg. And it worked, too. That pic went viral.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, bro!”

Tripp shook his head. “Don’t be. It took me ten years to get it but that was actually the best thing that could have happened to me.”

Pike’s face was full of confusion. “How, bro? How’s it a good thing?”

“Because it brought us together,” Tripp explained. “You see, somebody got really clever and created a meme of my pic alongside that pic of you–they found it somewhere on the Internet, I guess. The caption on the meme read, ‘Man v. Boi.’ The contrast between us really drove home the insignificance of my ridiculous little clit.” He laughed ruefully. “Some people even started a rumor that I was trans. Needless to say, between that meme and my thick glasses, any chances I might’ve had at getting laid were over. No girl would come near me! I graduated with the shame of everyone knowing about me hanging over my head. It shattered my confidence so badly that I didn’t even have the balls to date in college. I was convinced that no girl would want me after they saw how tiny I am.”

“Geeze, bro. I…I don’t know what to say.” Pike glanced down at his cock, noting, “Other than ya managed to kill the mood. Look at me! I’m getting all soft here!”

Tripp smiled. “Sorry, I know I suck. You can see why I’ve never been laid before, right?”

“You do NOT suck!” Pike insisted before adding slyly, “Or, at least, you haven’t sucked me yet. I’m hopin’ ya will soon, though!” He laughed, continuing, “Seriously, though, I’m sorry ‘bout yer gettin’ teased for bein’ tiny. That really sucks. An’ it’s even worse that it ruined yer confidence. People are so cruel sometimes!”

“At first, I hated you even though I had no idea who you were in the photo,” Tripp confided. “I mean, I both hated and envied you because you had such a big dick. I felt completely insignificant compared to you. But as time went on, my feelings changed. And I became obsessed with you. I searched everywhere, trying to find out who you were and where you lived. After years of searching, though, I finally gave up. But then…”

“Yeah? Then?”

Tripp grinned. “Then I saw you with new eyes.”

“Fuck!” Pike swore. “I can’t believe it. That’s what the bruxo said ya’d do! See me with new eyes!” 

“Yeah, maybe the spell worked?” Tripp lifted his shoulders. “All I know is the moment I saw your cock, I knew I’d finally found the guy in the photo. I mean, there’s only one cock like that in the whole world. And as soon as I’d found you, I found my true purpose in life.”

“Uh, sorry,” Pike rumbled. “I don’t follow.”

“I’ll show you,” Tripp said, pushing his bare crotch forward. His tiny penis was still fully erect. Without a foreskin, it was even shorter than usual. He waggled it, or tried to. It was so tiny that it didn’t really waggle.

“Huh?”

“Just wait,” Tripp instructed. “You’ll see.”

And soon enough, Pike did. As Tripp arched his back and thrust out his insignificant member, Pike’s massive meat began swelling and swelling until it had regained its incredible, eye-popping girth and length. It dwarfed Tripp’s manhood which in contrast was laughably small.

“See? You see it?” Tripp asked, breathless. He’d never been so humiliated or turned on in his entire life. “I only have value when compared to you. Without you–and your huge dick–I’m nothing. I exist only to serve you.”

Pike narrowed his eyes. “I dunno ‘bout that. Sounds kinda fucked up, if ya ask me. But I admit I find ya even more attractive knowing yer so small. There’s sumthin’ super hot ‘bout yer little man!”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” Tripp said, sagging in relief. “Now, can I touch it? Can I finally touch your huge fuckin’ cock, bro?”

Pike leaned back, letting his inflated giant spring forth in all its glory. Putting his hands behind his head, he sighed, “Thought ya’d never ask, bro! Do it and no more talkin’ til we’re done fuckin’!”

***

Chapter 7

Tripp served Pike well that day. First, he reached down with shaking hands to take his bro’s massive meat in his hands. It was so big he couldn’t even wrap his fingers around the shaft. Pike shivered when he finally touched it and his cock started convulsing, dribbling copious precum. Tripp–unable to believe he was touching another guy’s penis, much less *the* penis from the photo that had tormented him most of his life–also nearly came, his little pee pistol throbbing painfully. He managed to take it down a notch, keeping both Pike and him from cumming. 

And then he lowered his head down and opened his mouth. Stars exploded in his mind as his tongue tasted cock for the first time. He’d never expected to like the taste of Pike but he discovered he loved his bro’s musky flavor. Soon, he was opening his mouth as wide as he could to take as much of that monster inside as possible. Pike moaned loudly as Tripp somehow did the impossible and swallowed over half of him, taking the hulking brute–and big piercing–down his throat. Between gasps, he moved his mouth up and down Pike’s girthy shaft, driving his bro wild with ecstasy.

Tripp proved to be an expert at reading Pike and pulled back at the last moment, narrowing averting a cum explosion in his mouth. Not that he would have minded that! No, he had other plans for his bro’s cum and wasn’t about to waste it in his mouth.

“Fuck, bro!” Pike panted, his massive organ throbbing with imminent orgasm. “Ya sure ya never done this before? Yer da best cocksucker I’ve ever had! Most guys–and gals–can’t even fit me in their mouth!”

“I’ve been practicing,” Tripp revealed, blushing furiously with this praise. He was an expert cocksucker! “On an eggplant.”

“Wait, what?”

Tripp laughed. “Just kidding! I haven’t ever sucked cock before but I’ve been dreaming of what I would do to yours for more than ten years. I guess all of my fantasizing paid off!”

Pike grinned. “Well, ya done good, bro. Real good.”

“This isn’t even the beginning!” Tripp promised. “Now get down on your hands and knees and spread those thighs!”

Pike needed no further encouragement. 

He laughed, saying, “Aw, fuck, bro! No one’s ever offered to toss my salad before!”  In no time, he was crouching down on all fours with his back arched and his big legs spread wide. He looked back at Tripp, pushing his big butt toward him and causing his tanned, bubbly cheeks to part and reveal an unexpectedly large man-bud.

“Go on, bro! Lick me! Lick me good!” he urged. “If ya can make me cum without yer hands, I promise I’ll fuck ya good!” Excited (and, truth be told, a little grossed out), Tripp stared at his bro’s eager, brown hole and hesitated. Looking back over his shoulder, Pike coaxed, “Well, go on, bro! I’m clean down there. Always am!”

Tripp continued to stare at that hole for a moment before getting to work. He screwed his eyes shut and stuck out his tongue, leaning forward and aiming for that fragrant bull’s eye. Pike grunted with happiness when Tripp’s tongue made contact, licking the delicate folds of his pucker tentatively. He pushed back further and opened his hole, forcing Tripp’s tongue to enter him. Tripp inhaled at the same moment his tongue penetrated his bro’s asshole and the potent aroma made him lightheaded. The feeling passed quickly, though, when he realized he liked the taste and smell. Like? Fuck, no! He fucking loved it! Thrusting his face forward, he buried it between Pike’s gaping cheeks and ate his bro out like the best of them!

He had Pike yodeling at the top of his lungs in seconds. From there, it was easy to give his bro a hands-free cum. Jizz splattered all over Tripp’s coffee table rug as Pike christened it with an explosive orgasm. It was far from the last time that it would be christened, though; by the end of the night, the carpet was soaked with Pike’s spooge…as was Tripp’s hole, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

“I fuckin’ love a good rimmin’,” Pike gasped after he’d recovered. He took Tripp in his arms and settled him on his lap, fondling his little cock with one finger when he caressed his face with the other hand. They kissed and Pike lowered his hands to Tripp’s bulging buttocks, squeezing them affectionately. “My big man’s ready for another go,” he whispered, licking Tripp’s ear. “Are ya ready to get fucked? I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Tripp buried his face in Pike’s mounded shoulder, suddenly shy. It was one thing to suck his bro’s cock and lick his asshole but could he really sacrifice his virgin hole to that thing? He might never walk again! Finally, he took a deep breath and offered in a wavering voice, “Th-Th-There’s lube in my bathrobe pocket.”

Pike smiled. “My bro came prepared, huh?” Reaching over, he extricated the bottle of lube from the robe and instructed, “Now, we’ll do this on my lap, Ok?” Tripp nodded. “It’ll give ya more control and, for what it’s worth, my cock’s shorter when I’m sitting down. Ya ready?” Another nod. “Good, squeeze yer arms ‘round my neck.” Tripp did so, hugging his bro’s bull neck with all his might. “Uh, that’s a little too tight,” Pike said in a strangled voice and Tripp apologetically loosened his grip.

Straddling Pike’s lap, arms clamped around his bro’s neck and sticking his big butt out, Tripp waited with anxious expectation as Pike squirted lubed into his hand and commenced moistening his tiny, virgin hole. 

“Ungh!” Pike breathed. “Yer so fuckin’ tight! No doubt yer a virgin!”

Tripp couldn’t answer; he was too busy moaning, both with fear and eagerness. He gasped as Pike worked a fingertip inside him and swirled it around. With the lube, it went in smoothly. Soon, he’d pushed the entire finger inside and was stimulating his prostate again. This time, perhaps because Tripp knew where this was going, the sensation was even more mind-blowing and precum dribbled out of his nub, dripping down onto Pike’s superbly erect cock.

“Yer lubin’ me up, huh?” Pike joked, feeling Tripp’s pre splatter on his big man. “Ready for another finger, bro?” Tripp murmured something incoherent and Pike laughed, deftly inserting his middle finger into his anus. Soon, both fingers were stroking Tripp’s prostate and he was writhing on Pike’s lap. “A third’s coming.” And so it was that Tripp’s hole stretched further to accommodate yet another finger. When Pike had four inside him, widening his tender rosebud to a much bigger and more gaping size, he pronounced him ready. “Time for daddy’s cock!” he crowed, withdrawing his hand and cupping Tripp’s meaty buttocks, urging him upward. “It’ll hurt a bit but juss take it easy. Remember, yer in control, bro!”

Tripp squatted, poised and quivering over Pike’s hulking cock as his bro lubed his pole. Soon, he was ready and Tripp lowered his butt, spreading his big cheeks and opening his hole, as Pike guided him onto his shaft. He braced, clenching when the cool ring of Pike’s piercing touched his tender nether regions but soon relaxed, allowing Pike to work the thick, heavy metal inside him before pushing his glans against the folds of his asshole.

“Deep breaths, bro. Deep breaths. It’s comin’!”

Tripp did as he was told and consciously relaxed, lowering his butt millimeter by millimeter. He let out a low groan as his asshole flared, taking in the full circumference of Pike’s girth-monster. Pike was so huge! How would he ever take that cock inside him? He couldn’t do it! It would kill him!

“Easy, bro! Easy!” Pike soothed, lifting his chin and kissing him. “Juss take it slow. You can do it!”

Tripp did. He fucking did! He couldn’t believe it as his asshole slowly stretched and he lowered himself onto Pike. He cried out in pain and elation as he felt himself give way, inch by inch. His hole stretched and stretched until there was an audible pop as his sinews gave way and he loosened completely. He went instantly slack down there. It was less painful than he expected, probably because he was so turned on. (Later, he paid the price and had to sit on a cushion for the next week.)

That day, Pike altered him permanently and for the rest of his life, leaving him with a long, loose man-cunt. It was worth it, though. Fuck, was it worth it! His eyes went round with surprise and he grinned from ear to ear as he settled his entire weight onto Pike’s giant. His buttocks spilled out across his bro’s lap, plump, round and exultant. He looked down and could see the massive outline of Pike’s cock pressing outward from his ‘roid belly.

“Fuck, bro!” Pike sighed. “You took all of me! Nobody’s ever done dat before!”

They sat there, staring at each other in shock. Pike’s eyes were round with happiness and Tripp’s with surprise. Soon, though, he was bouncing up and down, working Pike’s tool like a seasoned whore. He discovered that fucking didn’t require nearly as much thought as he’d supposed and just let himself go, bouncing and bouncing. Pike slapped his corpulent ass with one hand while fingering his tiny dicklet with the other. Tripp threw back his head and cried out, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled with a truly man-sized cock. His life suddenly made sense and he felt complete, bouncing there on that big dick and feeling his butt flopping heavily up and down. 

Pike took his boy-sized peen between two fingers and jacked as they both neared climax and then Tripp learned what it was like to be the cum-dump for the biggest cock on the planet. His insides bulged both with cock and cum as Pike filled him to overflowing. Soon, the big stud’s juices were dripping out of his well-used hole even as his tiny cocklet was still pulsing with orgasm.

He sank against Pike, folding his beefy arms around his bro’s bull neck. Pike responded by hugging him in his equally beefy arms and pulling Tripp to him. His big cock was still hard and pumping out cum and soon he was ready for another go. And so was Tripp.

Working carefully, Pike spun Tripp around on his cock and urged him onto his hands and knees. “I think yer ready for a proper fucking now, bro,” he breathed before stiffening and exclaiming as he gazed down upon Tripp’s ripe globes for the first time that day, “Holy fuck! Look at dat tramp stamp!”

“Th-Th-Thanks!” Tripp stammered, both turned on and embarrassed. He still couldn’t believe he’d gotten a tattoo over his giant buttocks. As if he needed anything else to draw attention to them! “Can you guess what it is?”

Pike puzzled over the tattoo for a long time, reaching down and massaging his big hand over it while performing micro-thrusts with his big cock in Tripp’s hole. Tripp was moaning. “Uh, no,” he said finally. “Don’t got no clue but I like it! I really like it!”

“It’s Pike’s Peak!” Tripp looked over his shoulder at his bro and blushed as he confided, “Actually, it should be Pike’s Peaks given that I have two big mountains back there.”

“Fuck, dat’s hawt! Yer so fuckin’ hawt, bro! I can’t tell ya how happy I am right now.” Pike paused, a devilish glint in his eye. “And as a token of my gratitude, I’m gonna finish my lesson and show ya how ya fuck like a man.”

And so he did, driving his behemoth into Tripp’s gaping hole and pummeling him into submission while simultaneously bringing him to a screaming climax that was so loud it incurred the wrath of his downstairs neighbor. “Would you guys keep it quiet!?” he yelled through the floor. “I’m tryna sleep!”

They both laughed and lowered their voices until Pike came for a third time, christening his not-so-virgin hole once again with his copious cum. When he was done, he pulled Tripp backward onto his lap and fondled his big nipples, teasing them between his fingertips. His cock was still half-hard inside him.

“Yer a true cockslut now, bro,” he praised. “And yer all mine. I can’t believe my wish finally came true.”

Tripp leaned back, sweat dripping down his back and mixing with Pike’s. Their bodies were covered in a cum and the living room smelled like a barn. “I don’t want to ever wear clothes again, Pike,” he breathed. When his big bro chuckled, he persisted. “I’m serious! I want to be naked for the rest of my life and I want you to promise to do the same. I never want to be out of your sight because I want everyone to see us naked together and know who the real man is. Will you do that, Pike? Will you be naked with me forever?”

Pike chuckled again softly. “For you, bro? Anything. Juss lemme think ‘bout how we can do dat. I’m sure there’s a way.”

As the tired, old adage goes, where there’s a will, there’s a way. And so it was that two weeks later, our heroes packed up and moved down to Brazil, taking up residence in Rio in an oceanside flat above a beach restaurant. There, they served meals wearing only the skimpiest of thongs. (Unfortunately, they couldn’t be naked due to the health code but their thongs were nearly transparent and so sheer that nothing was left to the imagination. Everyone knew that Pike was hung like a god and Tripp was small as a peanut.)

They continued working out and spending hours in the sun, growing bigger and more tan until Tripp was bronzed so dark his skin tone nearly matched Pike’s. Even though Pike was bi and an inveterate slut, bedding both men and women with regularity, Tripp didn’t mind. He knew he would always be his bro’s man and nothing would change that. Sometimes he thought back to his life before and shook his head. He was so much happier now that he finally saw Pike as he truly was.

***