Note: I’ll let this story speak for itself. I think you’ll enjoy the characters and their transformations.

Main themes: Brothers, cock growth, muscle growth, hair growth, butt growth, masculinization, tattoos, silicone, body modification, weight gain, beer can cock, cock shrink, hairless, pussification, feminization, straight-to-gay, clueless, steroids

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• Chapter 1 – Scroll down
• Chapter 2 – Posted 21 July 2024
• Chapter 3 – Posted 21 July 2024
• Chapter 4 – Posted 21 July 2024
• Chapter 5 – Posted 21 July 2024
• Chapter 6 – Posted 27 July 2024
• Chapter 7 – Posted 27 July 2024
• Chapter 8 – Posted 18 August 2024

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Chapter 1

Bailey Newton opened the front door of his new rental house and scowled. “Oh, it’s you,” he stated, narrowing his eyes. “What do you want?”

Hutch McGuire grinned, displaying missing front teeth. He was wearing a sweat-stained ball cap turned around backwards, his unruly and unkempt red hair spilling out of it. His blue eyes sparkled as he shrugged, “Nuthin’ special. Juss wanted to welcome ya to the neighborhood is all. And, ya know, to make up for, uh, what happened earlier.”

Bailey studied this ill-mannered brute, nostrils flaring as he inhaled Hutch’s potent, sweaty scent. Even if the dude hadn’t just humiliated him in front of a whole crew of road workers, he still would have recoiled in distaste. Hutch was every inch a dumb country hick and seemed to revel in it, too. The big guy was tall and beefy, clad in skintight jeans and a neon yellow, road-worker vest that revealed his muscular hairy chest and giant arms. Tattoos crawled up his arms, across his chest and up his neck. Even his face and forehead were tattooed. The ink and the artwork were poor quality, making it difficult to tell what the designs were supposed to be. The one that stood out, though, was the blue teardrop inked in the corner of Hutch’s left eye. 

It did nothing to improve his looks. 

Hutch’s face was broad and weathered from hours in the sun, making him wrinkly before his time. It was hard to say but Bailey guessed he was probably in his mid-twenties like him but Hutch appeared much older. His beard was scraggly and thick, darker auburn than the hair on his head. His jaw was heavy and his nose blunt and crooked. No one would ever describe him as handsome. No, definitely not handsome. Redneck-y, yes, but handsome, no. 

All Bailey could think about was getting rid of this asshole as quickly as possible. “You pissed on my bike,” he said, eyes flaring. “And on me.”

Hutch shrugged again. “An accident.” He pronounced the word, axe-cee-dent. “You startled me.”

Bailey clenched his fists. “I did not startle you! You turned and pissed all over me when I rode by. After your asshole…friends,” he pronounced the word like an insult, “made me wait for thirty minutes in the hot sun.” He rubbed his forehead, outrage building. “I was on a bike, man! A fucking bicycle! You could’ve let me go by at any time.”

“You was in a construction zone,” Hutch pointed out. “An’ ridin’ a vehicle. Even if it was a bicycle, ya still gotta obey traffic laws.”

“Oh, whatever!” Bailey huffed. “I don’t have time for this! I have to study.” He paused before adding, “For the bar exam. I have to pass it before summer’s over or the law firm will rescind their offer to hire me.”

Hutch stared at him blankly; the words meant nothing to him. Wrinkling his forehead, he drawled, “You need to learn how to chill out, dude.” And then, before Bailey could stop him, he pushed past and stepped into the house, looking around in wonder. “Wowie! This’s a nice place, bro! A lot nicer than my pad.” When Bailey protested at his intrusion, he placated him with a six-pack of Budweiser, shoving it into his hands. “Here, now let’s get acquainted. Ya know we’re neighbors, right?  I live over yer garage.”

Bailey looked down at the beer in his hands and up at Hutch, tempted to hurl the cans at him. “You’re…what?!”

“I’m in the apartment over yer garage, dude. Didn’t the landlord tell ya?”

“Oh, that’s just fantastic,” Bailey muttered. “And, no, she didn’t say anything about you living over my garage. It kind of makes me want to leave the car running in there while you’re asleep overhead.”

“Not cool, bro.” Hutch looked briefly hurt before grinning toothlessly again. “‘Course ya have one of them fancy ‘lectric cars that don’t burn no carbon dee-oxide.”

Bailey rubbed his forehead again, correcting, “That’s carbon monoxide and it was a joke. Of course, I know that electric cars don’t emit carbon monoxide.”

Hutch stared blankly at him again before uttering yet another non sequitur, “Let’s go to the lake, bro. It ain’t far. Betcha never been out there, have ya? I know a place that’s real private. Nobody around!”

“The…lake?” What the fuck? Did Hutch really think he’d forgive him so easily and then go traipsing off for an evening swim like they were best friends? When Bailey opened his mouth to reject the bizarre overture, though, he was startled to find himself saying,  “Well, no, I haven’t–”

“It’s settled then. Let’s go!”

Bailey stared at him. “Wait. Right now? You know there’s a pool in back. We could just go–”

Hutch rolled his eyes. “City boys and their pools! Trust me, ya need to see this lake. It’s a real beauty.” When Bailey hesitated, he prompted, “C’mon, bro! Let’s go take a dip! What else ya got goin’ on?”

“Anything but hanging out with you,” Bailey stated. “Besides, didn’t you hear that I have to study? I just cleaned your piss off my leg and now that I’m showered and freshened up, I want to stay in the air conditioning.”

Ten minutes later, Bailey was in the passenger seat in Hutch’s old pickup truck. He rolled down the window and stuck his head outside to cool off. Like the apartment over the garage where Hutch lived, the truck lacked air conditioning. He’d tried to convince the dude to take his electric car but Hutch had waved this off, saying, “Ya don’t wanna get yer fancy city car all covered in dust, do ya?”

Bailey realized as they turned off the highway and sped down a gravel road that Hutch was right. The thought of getting his Tesla dirty made his skin crawl. Why weren’t all roads paved by now? It didn’t seem right. He sighed and leaned back in the seat, wondering how he’d let Hutch talk him into this. Hutch was the last person he wanted to hang out with! Just be nice and get along, his inner voice chided. He’s your neighbor. You don’t want to feud with the guy who lives right over your Tesla! His inner voice had a point. Bailey settled down in the seat, trying to ignore the country music blaring from the radio.

They pulled off onto the side of the road about ten minutes later. Bailey looked around, wondering why they’d stopped. There was nothing indicating the entrance to a park. They were in the middle of the woods, the evening sun slanting through the branches overhead.

“Tole ya it’s hidden,” Hutch said. “C’mon.” He swung open the door and clambered out of the truck, waiting for Bailey to dismount.

Bailey grabbed his towel and jumped down onto the ground. The truck’s tires were enormous and its frame had been modified to accommodate them. He practically needed a ladder to climb out of it!

Hutch disappeared into the forest and he followed along behind him, realizing there was a faint trail wending through the trees. After a few minutes, they emerged on the reedy shores of a small lake. Its waters were clear and blue and deep, sparkling like jewels in the sunlight. Hutch spread a blanket out over the reeds and set down the beer cooler, reaching down and offering one to Bailey. Bailey accepted it tentatively, wrinkling his lip at the Budweiser label. He bit his tongue, though, and didn’t complain. Something told him that Hutch would never be caught dead drinking an IPA from a microbrewery.

He sat down on the blanket and, folding his legs, took a tentative sip of the beer. It was predictably vile but he nonetheless forced himself to swallow it down. “So, Hutch,” he began but his voice died in his throat as he turned to see the dude bend over and pull down his jeans. Hutch was going commando underneath the jeans and Bailey was treated to the sight of his big, hairy butt cheeks inches from his face.

“And you’re getting naked,” Bailey drawled sarcastically. “Because, you know, why not?” He looked away, embarrassed.

Hutch laughed and settled down beside him, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Don’t be a prude, bro. C’mon! Loosen up for once in yer goddamned life! Ain’t nobody here but us!” He leaned back on his elbows and gazed out at the lake, scratching his balls.

Unwillingly, Bailey found his gaze following Hutch’s hand and his eyes widened when he beheld the size of the guy’s appendage. “Holy shit, dude!” he exclaimed before he could stop himself. “Is that real?”

Hutch turned and winked. “Mostly, bro. It’s my big ol’ ‘Beer Can Cock’. Jealous?”

Bailey really wanted to tear his eyes off of that hideous monster but was too mesmerized. He couldn’t stop staring at it and belatedly realized that was precisely what Hutch wanted him to do. The dude planned this! he thought, exasperated. This is why he wanted to come out here: To show off!

He hated Hutch for tricking him into being an unwilling voyeur to his nudity…but he also couldn’t stop staring eyes at that…thing. It was HUGE. He shifted on the blanket, mentally measuring it. Hutch’s penis was lying flat against his stomach, looking for all the world like a beached whale. Its length, Bailey estimated, wasn’t that much longer than his own penis, probably around eight inches, but Hutch didn’t lie when he called it a beer can cock. Bailey looked from the 24-ounce can of beer in his hand and then over to that meat-stick, realizing the can and the cock were basically the same size.

“You can touch it if ya wanna, bro.”

Bailey gave a start, realizing Hutch was watching him with a sly grin. He frowned. “No, I don’t. It’s ugly.”

“Really? Then let’s see yers. Bet it’s a lot smaller and just as ugly.” Hutch yawned and stretched, lying back, all but daring Bailey to gawk at his huge tool.

Bailey’s cheeks grew hot. “I’m not playing this game.”

He got up and, tossing his t-shirt over onto the reeds, waded into the surprisingly cool water. The lake, he realized, must be spring-fed. All of the other lakes around there were muddy and warm by this point in the summer. The cool water helped banish thoughts of Hutch and his unnaturally big penis from his mind; he sank into the water and stroked across the lake. It was a small lake and didn’t take long before he reached the far shore. He pulled up onto a log and dangled his feet in the water. When Hutch joined him on the log, he shifted away from the big, naked guy.

“C’mon, dude!” Hutch cajoled, throwing a wet arm over his shoulder. “Juss relax for once in yer goddamned life!”

Bailey shrugged off his arm and scooted away, wishing fervently he’d never agreed to come out here. Hutch was a freak. A total freak. He looked down at his watch, wondering how much longer he had to endure this.

“Ya look good, man.”

He looked over and realized Hutch was studying him. He turned away, self-conscious. “Er, thanks?”

“I mean, yer too lean. A little more muscle and some padding wouldn’t hurt.”

Bailey cleared his throat, cheeks coloring. “I’m an athlete and a scholar. That’s how I keep my sanity. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t run, bike and swim. Go crazy, I guess.”

“What ‘bout weight liftin’?” Hutch reached over and grabbed Bailey’s arm, squeezing. “You don’t got no muscles.”

Bailey pulled his arm away. “I don’t need muscles. They would just slow me down.”

“I got a gym set up in the back of the garage, dude. We could lift together every mornin’ before I go to work.”

“I don’t think that would be a good–”

Hutch pushed him off the log before he could finish the sentence and then tried to wrestle him under the water. He was outraged at first but then gave in and played along. Soon, they were splashing and wrestling, wrestling and splashing. At some point, Bailey realized he was laughing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that. School and marriage plans had dominated his life for so long, he’d forgotten how. And soon he and Sarah would start a family… 

Just then, Hutch succeeded in forcing him out into the deeper water, grabbing him in a headlock and threatening to hold him under. Bailey giggled like a little boy, playfully fighting back. It was no use, though; Hutch was too strong.

Hutch grinned down at him, tightening his grip. “Some extra muscles would come in handy, huh, bro?”

Bailey spit water in his face. “Fuck you.”

Hutch shook it off. “Admit it,” he challenged. “You wanna be big like me, dontcha? Ya know, I can help you with that. I can make ya as big as I am…maybe even bigger.” He paused for effect before adding significantly, “In every way.”

Bailey flushed with embarrassment, remembering the sight of Hutch’s unnaturally thick penis. Ugh. No way! “No, I’m good, really. I’ve no complaints in that department. My fiancée–”

“Wait, you got a fiancé?” Hutch was staring at him in surprise. “What’s his name? And why isn’t he here with ya?”

Bailey scowled. “Her name is Sarah. And she’s in Germany on assignment.” He paused, bristling with indignation. “And what the fuck, dude? Why did you think I’m engaged to a guy?”

Hutch changed the subject, “Tell ya what: Tomorrow’s Saturday. Meet me in the garage at nine and we’ll lift.”

Bailey stood up, extricating his neck from Hutch’s grip, and countered, “No, meet me outside at eight and we’ll go for a run first. If you can make it through my morning workout, I’ll consent to doing yours.”

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Chapter 2

Hutch wasn’t anywhere to be seen at eight the next morning when Bailey jogged out into the driveway. Hands on his hips, he debated what to do. He could just go for his usual 10k run and be done with it. He didn’t even particularly like Hutch and sincerely doubted the big ox could run one kilometer, much less ten. Still, part of him got evil glee out of showing up the cocky dude. Hutch acted all superior just because he outweighed him by a hundred pounds. Well, it was time to show him how muscles didn’t make the man!

He looked down at himself in his running tights and tank top, proud of his long, lean physique. He was considered very good looking by all of the women he’d dated. With blue eyes and black hair, he knew his beautiful face melted their hearts. He might not have big muscles but he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his svelte frame which meant his taut body was defined and gorgeous. That and his big eight-incher…well, let’s just say he’d never left Sarah disappointed.

He strode up the steps that ran up the outside of the garage, knocking on the door to Hutch’s little apartment. He was surprised a moment later when a teenage boy answered. With a round, freckled face, a pug nose, and a blond crew cut, the boy oozed trouble. Built square and solid like a football player, he reminded Bailey more than a little of the bullies at his old high school.

“Yeah? Whaddaya want?” the kid demanded, eyes sliding down Bailey’s Lycra-clad body. Bailey’s cheeks flushed when he saw a snide smile appear on the boy’s lips. “Hutch don’t fuck pretty boys like you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. Now run along. Ol’ Hutch’s still asleep.”

Bailey opened his mouth, shock and outrage vying inside him. He couldn’t believe what an ill-mannered child this was! The boy assumed he was here to have sex with Hutch? What the fuck?! He was opening his mouth to utter a sharp rebuke when Hutch stepped between them. Still half-asleep, he was butt-naked and sporting morning wood. He yawned and, reaching down to scratch his balls, turned to the kid, saying, “Hey, Louis, back off. Bailey’s not here to fuck. Him an’ me’re goin’ for a run.” He turned back to Bailey and smiled lazily, “Bailey, this here’s my little bro, Louis. He’s livin’ with me for a while.” His eyes traveled down Bailey’s body just as Louis’ had a moment earlier and he smiled. It was the exact same smile that Louis had given him. “And nice tights, bro. You look super cute.”

With that, he turned and wandered back into the apartment, apparently going to look for appropriate running attire. Bailey was left standing there, frozen, unable to believe what he’d just seen and heard. He didn’t know why but, out of everything, the thing that stuck out the most was the fact that Hutch had shaved off all of his body hair since the night before. Smooth from the neck down, both his big muscles and colorful tattoos really popped. And then there was his half-erect cock. It was even bigger and fatter than he remembered from the night before. A double-beer-can-cock! He shuddered, trying to get the image out of his head.

“Well?” Louis prompted, clearly amused by Bailey’s befuddlement. “Ya comin’ in, Fuck Boy?”

Bailey shook himself. “Er, yeah, sure. I guess…”

Louis stalked away, leaving Bailey to let himself in. The place was predictably dirty, smelling of a heady mixture of pot, beer and body odor. Dirty dishes were strewn about the kitchen and dirty clothes littered the floor. There was, Bailey noted with distaste, a preponderance of sweat-stained jockstraps. One even hung off the lampshade in the living room.

He walked in and gingerly took a seat on the tan sofa, pushing filthy clothes off the cushions. He wasn’t sure if the upholstery was brown or it was that color because it was so dirty. He pushed aside a smelly jockstrap and crossed his legs, seriously wondering why he was sitting there. He should just go, get the fuck out of that disgusting apartment filled with two of the most repugnant guys he could ever imagine.

For some reason, though, he stayed. Louis folded himself into a reclining chair and munched on Cap’n Crunch cereal, the milk spilling down his chin. He watched Bailey with a knowing look, eyes half-closed and a smirk on his lips. 

“Hutch’s a good bro,” he grunted finally. “Took me in when our folks kicked me out. Sez I can stay here in the fall, too, after school starts.”

Bailey swallowed. “Dare I ask why your parents kicked you out of the house?”

“‘Cuz I’m gay like Hutch,” he announced proudly. “Juss so ya know, I’m one hundred percent top. I ain’t no fag.”

“Really?” Bailey mused, deducing what the kid meant by top; gay lingo wasn’t a natural part of his vocabulary. “I didn’t realize there was a distinction between being gay and being a you-know-what.” He couldn’t bring himself to use the f-word.

Louis stared at him like he was dumber than shit. “Fag’s take it up the butt, dude. I only fuck boy pussy.”

“Seems like you’re splitting hairs, if you ask me.” Bailey didn’t know why he was pursuing this line of inquiry. Anal sex wasn’t something he liked to think about. Louis’ pugnacious attitude annoyed him, though, and he felt compelled to argue.

“Huh, guess you’d know all ‘bout that,” Louis sneered before clarifying, “What I meant is my big ol’ man-cock don’t fuck no bootyholes. I only fuck pussy. Boy pussy.”

Again, Bailey had no idea why he was even having this conversation. He should have known there was no way he was going to, er, come out on top. Still, he pressed, “If you’re referring to vaginas, I hate to break it to you but men don’t have them.” He smirked, feeling like he’d gotten one over on the profane little brat.

Louis rolled his eyes. “I’m talkin’ ‘bout t-boys, ya dumb fuck. They got pussies ‘cuz they was born with girl parts.”

“T-boys?” Bailey repeated before he got it. “Oh, you mean transmen.” He paused, adding, “I still don’t see how that doesn’t make you a, uh, well–” He still couldn’t bring himself to say the word.

“A fag?” Louis challenged. He rolled his eyes, “You really don’t know nuthin’, bro.”

Bailey was done with this conversation. He’d never been in such a revolting situation before and questioned his sanity for staying. In fact, he was getting up off the sofa to leave when Hutch emerged from the bathroom, clad in a pair of mesh shorts and running shoes. The shorts and the shoes looked like they belonged to Louis because both were too small for the big man.

“I’m ready!” he announced. “Let’s go for a run!”

Bailey sighed. “Not dressed like that.”

Hutch looked down at himself questioningly. “Why? I got shoes an’ shorts. That’s all I need, right?”

“C’mon,” Bailey said, getting up from the couch and walking to the door. “Let me see if a pair of my shoes will fit you. And I’m pretty sure I have a bigger pair of shorts, too. My mom got me the wrong size for Christmas and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.”

Ten minutes later, they were jogging down the street together. Bailey had been right and his shoes did fit Hutch. The nylon running shorts were bigger than Louis’ but they were still really snug. Hutch jogged in front of him, big arms swinging from side to side. He was truly a massive brute! Louis didn’t realize a man’s shoulders could be that wide. And those delts! They were like a couple of boulders stuck onto his shoulders. And speaking of boulders…

Just then, Hutch spun around and jogged backwards. Bailey’s eyes were once again unwilling down to the dude’s massive package. It filled the pouch of the running shorts, outlined for all the world to see. All the world, yes, but especially Bailey…

Noticing his stare, Hutch grinned proudly, waggling his crotch at him. “You can have one juss like it, bro,” he promised. “If ya lemme help ya out.”

Bailey looked away, angry with himself both for staring and for getting caught staring. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Hutch winked at him and continued jogging.

***

He took it easy on Hutch. Oh, he’d had fantasies of torturing the big brute with a challenging route but, in the end, he realized his heart wasn’t in it. Why humiliate the guy? Hutch would never be a runner, probably not even a jogger; he was just too big and heavy. Rather than force him to run six miles, Bailey cut the run short at three and held the pace at a fast walk rather than a run. Even so, they were hot and sweaty by the end. Bailey took leave to get a shower, pledging to meet Hutch out in the garage to lift weights afterwards.

Walking around the back of the house, he was surprised to hear voices. When he rounded the corner, he was surprised to find his kid brother, Callum, tossing a football to Louis. The two guys were laughing and joking like they were old friends.

“Callum?” he called out. “I thought you weren’t coming until next week.”

Callum turned and favored him with a broad smile. “Well, hello, bro!” 

He’d put on weight since the last time Bailey had seen him, filling out for the football team. Callum was even more of a jock than Bailey but, unlike Bailey, he was built like their father, stocky and broad. He had long, brown hair–not as long as Bailey’s but still pretty long–and sparkling blue eyes. His face was rugged and he was naturally hairy, especially compared to his older brother. Even so, he kept his beard (already full at age seventeen) trimmed and always wore impeccable, stylish clothing that showed off his studly physique. He was, Bailey knew, in demand at high school but had been dating the same girl, Marliss, since tenth grade.

Their parents had inherited a lot of money when their grandmother died, enough to retire early and live a life of leisure. They hadn’t minced words, letting their boys know they were done with parenting. As such, they asked Bailey if Callum could move in with him for the summer while they were tooling around out west in their camper trailer. They hinted strongly that Callum might transfer to the local high school and finish out his senior year living with Bailey…and Sarah, once she returned from Germany. Bailey didn’t mind; he liked his younger brother. Everyone did. Callum was just that way. As the adorable baby of the family, Callum could get away with anything. And he did. Bailey couldn’t count the number of times he’d had to step in and save his little brother’s butt when he got into trouble.

Callum jogged over and gave him a guy hug, clapping his big hand on Bailey’s back and laughing happily. There was something infectious about Callum’s good humor. When he was around, the world just seemed like a brighter place.

“Lookin’ good, man!” Callum praised, giving him the once over. “Out for a run?”

Bailey nodded. “Yeah,” he jerked his chin over to Louis, “with his big brother.”

Callum’s blue eyes went wide. “No way! Louis has a big brother? That’s so cool.”

Bailey’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know Louis?”

Callum shook his head. “Nope, we just met an hour ago. I kinda feel like I’ve known him all my life, though. He’s super cool. And he plays football, too!”

“I heard. Listen, Callum–”

Louis interrupted him, sauntering up behind Callum. “Oh, hey, yer back. Did you have fun with Hutch?”

The kid wore the same knowing expression as before; Bailey was quickly beginning to dislike Louis’ attitude. Scratch that. He was quickly beginning to dislike everything about Louis. The boy was a total thug. He couldn’t believe that Callum and Louis had hit it off. They seemed like complete opposites, aside from their shared love of football. Then again, they’d only just met. I’m sure once Callum gets to know Louis better, he thought, he’ll change his mind. Yeah, that was it. Just let them spend time together. He didn’t need to warn Callum about Louis; it would just make him look like an overprotective older brother. 

“Yeah, it was a good run,” he replied, not rising to take the bait. He turned back to Callum, “Know what? I’m all sweaty. I’m gonna take a shower. Let me know if you need anything.”

“A key to the house would be good,” Callum said. “I left my bags in my car.”

“Oh, right.” Bailey dug the key out of the little pocket over his butt in his tights. 

He was about to hand it to Callum when he heard Louis comment, “A zipper in back, huh? Oh, now that’s convenient.”

Bailey cheeks colored but he ignored the kid. Instead, he said to Callum, “C’mon. I’ll let you in and give you a spare key.”

“Sure, bud.” Callum put a big hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Lead the way. I really love yer new digs, by the way.”

***

Chapter 3

Freshly showered, Bailey had just turned off the water and was reaching for the towel when Hutch–naked as ever–stepped inside with him. “Oh, hey, bro,” he mumbled, “you can leave the water on.” He followed this by openly eying Bailey’s nude body, zeroing in on his crotch. “Nice piece, btw. A bit skinny but decent size. What’s up with that foreskin, though? It’s un-American.”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” Bailey screamed, clapping his hands over his pecker. “GET OUT!”

“The hot water heater’s broken in my apartment,” Hutch explained, undeterred by Bailey’s outrage. “Callum said I could use yers.”

“Not when I’m in it!” Bailey reached around the naked brute and grabbed his towel off the rack, wrapping it around his slim waist and stepping out of the shower. “Has anyone ever told you that you have no manners?”

Hutch laughed. “Nah, only you, bro.” He reached out and mussed Bailey’s wet hair, letting his fingers travel down the full length of one of his long, black locks. “Pretty hair. Too long but pretty.”

Bailey pulled away from him. “Just leave me alone and take your shower. I’m tired of you criticizing my appearance. I mean, look at you! If anyone was in need of a fashion makeover, it’s you. Not me!”

“Really?” Hutch looked down at his big, beefy, tattooed body and massively fat cock. “What’s wrong with me, bro? What would you change?” He stepped closer, waggling his fat cock provocatively. “Huh? Huh?”

“This conversation is over,” Bailey said, stalking out of the bathroom. “Just hurry up and don’t leave any water on the floor when you’re done.”

***

Callum and Louis ended up spending the whole day together. This was fine with Bailey because he had so much studying to do. Purposely forgetting that he’d promised to lift weights with Hutch, he locked himself in his room and pored over the books. Studying for the bar exam was almost worse than the LSAT. The hours stretched and he forgot about everything else, even forgot to eat. He was like that when he was focused on a project; Sarah often teased him about being a hermit.

He awoke with his face lying on the keyboard of his laptop. It was already dark outside and his stomach was loudly reminding him that he hadn’t had any lunch, much less dinner. Groaning, he stretched and paced into the living room.

Callum was hunched over his phone at the kitchen table when he emerged from his bedroom, his face illuminated by the light of the screen. There were tears in his eyes.

“Callum, what’s wrong–?” he started to say but his brother held a finger to his lips and jerked his chin over toward the living room. 

Bailey looked over to find Hutch asleep on the couch with Louis wrapped in a little pile of blankets on the floor next to him. His eyebrows went up.

“They don’t have air conditioning in their apartment,” Callum explained in a hushed tone. “And it’s really hot tonight. I couldn’t let them sleep in there.”

“That’s fine,” Bailey replied, not sure if he really thought it was fine or not. Turning away from Hutch and Louis, he asked, “What happened? Why’re you crying?”

Callum wiped his hand across his broad face, giving him a weak smile. “It’s Marliss. She dumped me.”

“What?! Really?!”

“Shhhh, bro!” Callum glanced over to the sofa where Hutch was stirring in his sleep. “It’s Ok. Really. I mean, I’m sad and all but it’s really for the best. I…uh, I guess I need a change. I feel like I got stuck in a rut and now I’m ready to experiment. I wanna change, bro. It’s actually great that Mom and Dad asked me to move in with you. I could use a fresh start.”

Bailey narrowed his eyes. “So, you’re the one who broke up with her then?”

“Nah,” Callum said, shaking his shaggy head. “She did it. She’s the only one with any balls in the relationship.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, bud,” Bailey soothed, placing a hand on Callum’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Callum smiled and looked up at him before getting up and going over to the sink. He pulled a bottle of pills out of his pocket and, reaching up to take a glass out of the cupboard, poured himself some water and swigged the pill down. He exhaled contentedly as he did so.

“What was that?” Bailey asked, stepping closer.

“Huh?” Callum turned to him, stuffing the bottle back in his shorts. “Oh, nuthin’. Just some, uh, hormones, I guess.”

Bailey furrowed his brow, suddenly suspicious as he remembered how much beefier Callum was since the last time he saw him. “What sort of ‘hormones’ are these? You’re not taking steroids are you?”

Callum shook his head. “Nah, definitely not steroids, bro.” He laughed. “More like the opposite.”

Bailey forced himself to take a deep breath. “Callum, what do you–?”

Callum stiffened. “Relax, bro! It’s all on the up and up. Got a prescription for ‘em and everything.” His voice had an edge that warned Bailey to stop lecturing him. 

Pausing, Bailey changed the topic. “Be careful around Louis,” he cautioned, not able to stop himself completely from being the big brother. “He’s…well, let’s just say he’s a little rough.”

Callum smiled. “He’s had a rough life, if that’s what you mean. He’s a good guy, though. I really like him.”

Bailey had trouble imagining that there was anything to like about the insolent brat but he kept his mouth shut. He was reaching for the handle on the refrigerator when Callum stopped him. “There’s food in the microwave, bro, if yer hungry. Hutch grilled burgers. We saved a couple for you.”

***

Bailey was up early the next morning to get ready for church. He and Sarah were planning to buy a house in town after she got back from her assignment. After that, their agenda was to marry and start having kids right away. Church was really important to Sarah, she said that she wanted to raise their children with God in their lives and made Bailey promise he would find a church while she was away. He wasn’t a huge fan of religion, tending to agree with Marx on the topic, but if nothing else he was a dutiful boyfriend.

He’d picked out a church that was on the moderate end of the spectrum, a United Church of Christ on the edge of town. Its services started at nine which meant he had to set his alarm after his long night of studying. Promptly at 8:15, he padded out of his bedroom to take a shower, mindful of their guests asleep in the living room. He glanced over and was surprised to see that Louis was no longer sleeping on the floor beside the couch. Where did he go? he wondered. Is he already up?

He had rinsed off and was combing his hair, debating whether to tie it back in a bun or let it hang loose, when Hutch knocked on the door of the bathroom. Not waiting for an answer, he barged right in and staggered over to the toilet where he proceeded to extract his monster cock from his boxers and let loose a powerful stream of urine.

Bailey wrinkled his lip, hurriedly tying his hair into a bun and tightening his towel around his waist. Frowning, he warned, “You need to learn to wait until the bathroom is unoccupied.”

Hutch gave him a sleepy smile. “Where ya off to so early on a Sunday morning, bro?”

“Church.” Bailey’s tone was curt. “Service starts in thirty minutes.”

“Sounds good,” the big man rumbled. “Lemme join ya.”

Bailey’s stomach dropped. “Really, that’s not nec–”

“It’ll juss take me a minute to get dressed,” Hutch said, ignoring him. “Hang on.”

Ten minutes later, Bailey was just finishing his Cheerios when Hutch entered the kitchen, clad in a surprisingly wrinkle- and stain-free suit that fit his big frame like a glove. He blinked. Hutch actually looked pretty good and he felt underdressed by comparison. He didn’t realize that people still got so dressed up to attend Church these days. He looked down at his pleated pants and white dress shirt, debating whether to put on a blazer.

“C’mon, bro! Let’s go!” Hutch took his arm and tugged him out of his chair. “We don’t wanna be late!”

Realizing that resistance was futile where Hutch was concerned, Bailey allowed himself to be herded out the door and into Hutch’s mammoth pickup truck.

***

The service wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. Most of the parishioners were older but there were a few families with young children. Bailey studied them covertly, realizing it would be nice to have other people around his age with kids. He liked the minister as well and was impressed by her low-key demeanor. What was more, it soon became apparent that the church he’d picked just happened to be the one Hutch had attended since childhood. {“My grandma made me go,” he whispered as entered the building.) They sat together in the front pew, Hutch with his back straight as a pin and Bailey mindful of the surreptitious glances they received from the congregation. People kept looking at them and whispering, something he found perplexing until after the sermon was over and people were filing out. The minister, a short woman with curly hair and round glasses, greeted them as they exited the sanctuary.

“Ah, Hutch!” she exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear. “I’m so glad you made it this morning! I haven’t seen you in a while.” She reached up and patted Hutch on the arm before looking over to Bailey. “And who’s the lucky man? Is this someone special?”

Bailey’s cheeks flamed crimson and he was opening his mouth to correct her when Hutch cut him off. “This here’s Bailey. And, yeah, he is special. Real special.” He reached down and patted Bailey fondly on the ass as he said this, grinning toothlessly.

Bailey jumped, so taken aback that he was at a loss for words. He nearly withered in embarrassment when the minister’s eyes softened, giving him an affectionate look. “Oh, I’m so happy to hear that, Hutch! I’m so pleased!” She extended a hand to Bailey, stroking his hand with her other. “I’m Pastor Anne and I’ve known Hutch since he was little. I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr.–?”

“N-N-Newton,” Bailey stammered. “I’m Bailey Newton but I’m not–”

Hutch’s clapped his hand on his shoulder and steered him away from the minister, saying, “Real nice to see ya again, Pastor! That was a great sermon, too, by the way. Me an’ Bailey’ll be back again next Sunday for sure!”

When they were out on the sidewalk in front of the church, Bailey had recovered from his shock enough to round on him. “Hutch! WTF, dude? I’m not your boyfriend!”

Hutch shrugged. “Sorry ‘bout that, bro. It’s juss that Pastor Anne’s always on me ‘bout findin’ a bf and I didn’t have the heart to disappoint her.”

“That wasn’t cool.” Bailey looked around, realizing for the first time how he and Hutch looked: Like boyfriends. Why else would two men who weren’t related show up together at church? Of course, everyone assumed they were an item! He kicked himself for being so dense. “I’m never coming back here again. Especially not with you!”

Hutch folded his big arms, amused. “Ya done with yer little hissy fit, bro? Got anything more to say? ‘Cuz, if not, it’s time you an’ me did some liftin’.” He flexed his bicep, straining the material of his suit. “Ya ditched me yesterday but I ain’t gonna let ya sneak away again this morning.”

***

After they got back home, Bailey found himself making his way to the garage under Hutch’s apartment. He questioned his judgment and sanity after the fiasco at church. Nothing good had come out of his ‘friendship’ with Hutch so far–quite the opposite!–but he nonetheless found himself gamely stepping into a pair of baggy shorts and donning an old t-shirt in preparation for a weightlifting session under Hutch’s tutelage. He rubbed his forehead, wondering, What the fuck is wrong with me?

When he entered the utility room in the back of the garage where Hutch had set up his gym equipment, he found the two brothers there alrady. Strangely, Louis was bent over with his shorts pulled down while Hutch emptied a syringe full of something into the boy’s creamy white buttock.

“What the fuck is that?” he demanded, causing both guys to jump in surprise.

Louis hastily pulled up his shorts and Hutch tossed the syringe into the trash, saying, “Nuthin’. Just some stuff to help him put on some muscle.”

Bailey blinked at him in disbelief. “Steroids? Are you taking steroids? They’re illegal! Plus, he’s just a teenager! You could–”

“Oh, just chill the fuck out,” Louis drawled, pacing over to him and folding his arms. “All the football players’re takin’ ‘em.”

“Well, that makes me feel so much better,” Bailey drawled sarcastically. “Seriously, what is wrong with you guys? You’re playing with–OW!” He braced, looking over his shoulder in surprise as Hutch emptied a syringe into his own buttock. 

The liquid burned like fire through his veins as Hutch calmly removed the syringe and pulled up the waistband of his shorts. “You need it, too, bro,” he soothed, patting him on the butt. “Ya gotta bulk up.”

Clenching his fists, Bailey felt like he was going to hyperventilate. “What the fuck, dude?” he shouted, getting in Hutch’s face. “I mean, seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?! You don’t go around injecting people with drugs without their consent!” He reached back and rubbed his aching buttock, cursing, “FUCK!”

“You’ll be fine.” Hutch moved around and took up position behind the bench press. “Now let’s lift.”

***

Bailey ended up lifting weights for more than an hour with Louis and Hutch. He had to! They didn’t give him any choice in the matter. The duo kept him hemmed in, refusing to let him leave the room until they’d completed a comprehensive upper and lower body workout. At first, his ass cheek ached furiously at the injection site but the pain slowly subsided to a dull throb. By the time they finished, he felt lightheaded but pretty good, especially considering that he never lifted weights. It was probably his imagination but his clothes felt noticeably tighter, pinching him in all of the right places. Maybe weightlifting wasn’t so bad after all? Some of his triathlon buddies swore that lifting weights helped improve their performance. It couldn’t hurt…

“Whoa, bro!” Callum exclaimed, getting up from the couch and circling around him. “Niiiiice. Yer gettin’ swole!”

For some reason, this made Bailey blush. “Aw, shut up! It’s just one workout.” Still, he couldn’t deny it felt good being on the receiving end of his little brother’s praise.

“Keep it up, bro,” Callum said, still shaking his head in amazement. “Keep it up!”

“Sure, whatever.” Bailey headed toward his bedroom. “I’m gonna shower and study. You Ok seeing to your own needs today?”

“Yeah, no prob! Me an’ Louis’re gonna hang out anyway.” He paused before asking hesitantly, “But, bro, would ya mind takin’ me with ya to the pool later? I wanna, ya know, swim some laps with ya.” He looked up, meeting Bailey with his clear, blue eyes. “Yer swim workout’s tonight, isn’t it?”

Bailey was surprised by this. “You want to swim? But I thought–”

“Louis thinks it’ll help,” Callum explained, interrupting him. “He says cross training helps build stamina.”

“It does,” Bailey agreed, amazed that for once he found himself agreeing with Louis. “The tri guys meet up at six. The workout’s an hour long. Do you think you can swim for an hour?”

Callum smiled. “I’ll give it my best shot!”

***

They were a little late getting to the pool and they had the locker room to themselves. They changed, Callum modestly wrapping a towel around his waist before taking off his underwear. Bailey watched him with amusement. Young guys were so prudish these days! When he was on the high school swim team, the guys walked around naked in the locker room without a second thought. Well, the dudes with above average equipment did so at least. Bailey realized he hadn’t seen Callum naked since he was eight years old and wondered if the kid was self-conscious about his size down there.

He was stepping into his Speedo when Callum asked, “Do you shave off your body hair, bro?”

Bailey looked down at his naked body, noting his smooth chest, arms and legs. “Yeah, generally it’s a good idea. If you crash on a bike, you want smooth legs. Less road rash. And being shaved reduces drag in the water.” He surveyed Callum’s hairy chest and legs, adding, “But you’re fine the way you are. I’d only worry about it if you ever decide to become an elite triathlete. Being smooth only, ahem, shaves off a few seconds from your time.”

“Noted.” Callum was quiet for a moment before asking, “What about the hair on your head, though? Doesn’t it get in the way?”

“Not really,” Bailey said, holding up his swim cap. “I just tuck it in here.” He wound his long hair into a bun and tied it in place. “See?”

Callum nodded before looking down at himself, grinning shyly. “Guess they’re all gonna know I’m not a triathlete as soon as I walk out on the pool deck.” He gestured to his boardshorts. “Everyone else’s in Lycra.”

Bailey laughed. “Well, yeah, the boardshorts will produce way more drag than your body hair ever would. If you think you’re going to take up swimming as a regular workout, I’d invest in a Speedo.”

***

Callum held his own during swim practice. There were a wide range of guys, some near pros like Bailey but also many novices. It helped that Callum was in good shape from football and had plenty of stamina. Being on the stocky side, though, he’d never be a serious triathlete. Still, Bailey guessed he’d be firmly in the middle of the pack if he were ever to take up racing. Being in the middle was definitely respectable!

They had a good time and went out for ice cream afterwards, sitting across from each other on a picnic table outside the shop. It was a warm evening and there were crowds of people on the streets, enjoying the long twilight hours of July. Callum had ordered a double scoop of strawberry and it was rapidly melting down onto his knuckles.

“Well, well,” a familiar voice called out behind them. “If it’s ain’t the Newton bros.”

Bailey looked behind him to see Hutch and Louis sauntering up. Before he could object, Hutch had settled on the seat next to him and Louis was cozying up next to Callum across from them. He was surprised when Louis put his arm across Callum’s shoulders and hugged him, leaning in to lick his ice cream cone. Callum laughed, touching it to the tip of Louis’ nose and then dabbing at it delicately with a napkin when Louis frowned.

“They’re so cute,” Hutch observed, shifting closer to Bailey and slinging a heavy arm over his shoulders. “What flavor’s that?”

“Uh, Blue Moon,” Bailey said, not sure why he didn’t pull away. “It’s licorice, I think.” He looked over at Hutch then and did a double take. “Did you get a haircut?”

“You noticed!” Hutch beamed, pleased. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck where there was just stubble left. “It’s summer. I wanted it short.”

“It is short but it’s…nice,” Bailey said, surprised at himself. “Yeah, looks good.” It was true. Hutch’s shaggy, unkempt locks were gone and he now sported a really stylish fade. The dude had even trimmed his beard.

“Thanks, bro,” Hutch rumbled, squeezing him closer. “I’m glad you like it.” He dipped his head and took a big lick from Bailey’s ice cream cone, grinning back at him mischievously. “You an’ Callum went swimmin’?”

“Yeah.” Bailey was examining the deep trench in his ice cream left by Hutch’s big tongue. “He did alright. If he slimmed down, he’d be a decent triathlete.”

“And if you beefed up, you’d be a decent boxer,” Hutch observed. “We got time to work on that, though. I’ll get ya in the boxin’ ring soon enough!”

“I have no intention–” His phone went off at that moment, interrupting him. He looked down at it and cursed, “Shit! I forgot it was supposed to FaceTime with Sarah today! It’s well past midnight over there and she’s going to be so pissed!”

He left the trio and took what ended up being a very tense video call from his fiancée.

***

Chapter 4

As the summer passed, they slipped into a new routine. Callum joined the landscaping crew with Louis, getting up at 5am every day and returning in the early afternoon before the day grew too hot. Bailey and Hutch lifted weights every morning before Hutch left for work on the road crew and Bailey devoted himself to studying. At first, Bailey would take breaks to run and ride his bike but he soon found that his runs got shorter and his bike gathered dust on the rack. Instead, his weightlifting sessions got longer. 

The injections that Hutch kept giving him were really having an effect and he was bulking up rapidly. Every day when he weighed in at the end of their workout, he was at least two pounds heavier. His clothes were beginning to pinch and he found that his cardio performance was slipping. He decided that he would keep at the weights for a while longer, though; he liked watching his muscles swell.

One morning, they’d finished lifting and were rinsing off next to each other in the crude shower that Hutch had rigged up on the side of the garage. It was screened from view by a tall cedar hedge, giving them the necessary privacy to be naked. Looking down at himself, Bailey was surprised how hairy he was. It had only been a week since he’d shaved off his body hair but it was already back with a vengeance. He ran a hand over his chest, amazed by the appearance of such dense, black fur…and the pronounced muscular ridges beneath.

“I…need to shave,” he murmured, frowning. He’d been shaving himself since age fifteen and have never seen himself with chest hair. He wasn’t sure he liked the change.

“Keep it, bro,” Hutch encouraged, watching him. “Looks good on ya.”

“Says the man who shaves everything including his crotch.” Bailey looked over as he said this and was greeted once again by the sight of Hutch’s massive tool swinging between his tattooed thighs. It definitely looked like he’d had it modified. A man’s penis just wasn’t naturally that fat.

“I like yer new beard, too,” Hutch said, reaching up and running the back of his hand across Bailey’s face. “It suits you.”

Bailey’s hand went to his face and he gave a little jolt of surprise when he felt the copious growth on his cheeks. How could a beard grow that fast? He’d been smooth-cheeked only a day or two before. He rubbed the long bristles before dropping his hand and scratching an armpit. His pits had sprouted hair, too, and lots of it. They brought with them a new, musky scent, one that didn’t wash out with a shower and that deodorant couldn’t cover. It should have bothered him more than it did. 

He studied himself again, not sure how he felt about all this itchy hair. It was almost as uncomfortable as the acne he’d developed on his back.

“You were too scrawny and hairless before,” Hutch observed. “Now ya finally look like a man. And ya got the muscles to show for it. It’s time I took ya down to the gym for a little boxin’ match.”

Bailey laughed. The idea of him boxing was patently ridiculous. He turned to Hutch, asking, “Is that how you lost your front teeth?” When Hutch nodded, Bailey shook his head. “Then count me out.”

“It’s how I broke my nose, too,” Hutch revealed. “But ya don’t see me whinin’ ‘bout it. A man’s body’s meant to be lived in.”

“I see.” Bailey was still lost in thought, trying to figure out how he could have grown so hairy so fast. “Well, I can’t race like this. I’ve gotta shave it off.”

“Juss give it a few days,” Hutch coaxed. “Let yerself get used to it. I’ll bet it’ll grow on you.”

Bailey groaned. “Oh, haha. Yer such a punster.” He punched him playfully on the arm. “C’mon, Mr. Wise Ass. I need to study and you’ll be late for work.”

***

He had trouble concentrating. This was a new phenomenon, one that gave him pause. He’d always been able to keep his head down and push through any obstacle, enduring discomfort and not letting anything sway him from his goals. This was what made him such a good student and triathlete. Until now, it had served him well.

“Why am I so fidgety?”

He got up from the desk and paced around the room, alternately scratching his armpits and rubbing the painful acne on his back. When he happened to look down at his shorts, he was startled to see the outline of his erection plastered against the thin fabric. What the fuck? Why am I turned on? He reached down and massaged his pulsing organ, moaning with pleasure as he did so. When was the last time he’d jacked off? He couldn’t remember.

He beat off. Once. Twice. Three times. It helped a little, taking the edge off and allowing him to focus on studying again. He found his hand traveling down to his groin again soon after cumming, though, and finally gave in, extracting his long cock and slowly edging himself under the desk. He felt like a total perve but it was the only way he managed to stay on track. By the end of the day, he’d cum more than a dozen times and the floor was littered with discarded cum rags.

Callum knocked on the door to his bedroom, pushing inside before Bailey could answer. His gaze traveled from his brother to the wadded up tissues on the floor and his cheeks colored. Bailey hurriedly stuffed his raging erection back into his shorts, his own cheeks blazing bright pink beneath his thick beard.

“Uh, sorry, bro,” Callum apologized. “I shoulda waited for you to invite me in.”

“It’s Ok,” Bailey muttered, feeling incredibly awkward. It had been years since he’d been caught masturbating and he felt like a teenager again. “Sorry you had to see that.” He glanced back up at Callum, doing a double take when he saw what his brother was wearing. “Holy shit, dude! What have you got on?”

Callum looked down at himself and then back up, his freshly-shaved cheeks glowing even pinker than before. “It’s a Speedo. You said I should get one. Louis picked it out online and it came today. Do you like it?”

Bailey couldn’t stop staring. “It’s, um, very pink, dude.”

“And blue,” Callum pointed out. “It has blue piping.”

“Baby blue piping,” Bailey clarified. “And it’s really…brief. You sure you wanna wear that in public?”

Callum’s cheeks grew rosier but he didn’t try to cover himself up. It was true: His Speedo was very brief to say the least. Riding both low and high in back, it left the majority of Callum’s significant butt exposed, including a good three inches of crack. In front, it was barely more than a tiny, compact triangle, so tiny that it was clear Callum was now shaving his pubes as well as the rest of his body. Smooth of all traces of hair, he looked really different. Slimmer, less beefy. More like a swimmer. 

A nearly naked swimmer.

“I, uh, came in to tell you that Louis is grilling steaks by the pool,” Callum said, shifting uncomfortably. It was clear that he didn’t like Bailey’s scrutiny. “Hutch just got here, too. He’s asking for you.”

Bailey had already started to stand up even before Callum finished, something that gave him pause. A couple weeks ago, he’d loathed the big, ugly brute. Why was he so eager to see him now? It took effort but he forced himself to sound nonchalant when he replied, “Oh, alright. I’ll be out in a bit.”

Emerging on the patio a few minutes later, Bailey realized he only had eyes for Hutch. It was embarrassing! He felt like a giddy little boy when he was around the big man. Hutch was clad in his usual post-work attire, a hi-vis vest and a pair of skintight jeans. His massive muscles bulged out from beneath the vest, swallowing his neck and making him look like a total meathead. A big, dumb, crude meathead, Bailey thought. Why do I like him so much?

Before he knew what was happening, Hutch had grabbed him up in a full-body hug. Bailey didn’t care that Louis and Callum were watching, he hugged the brute back. “You ready for a dip?” Hutch teased, squatting down to lift him up. It was harder than he’d expected, though, and he grunted with the effort, complaining, “Jesus, bro! Ya weigh a ton!”

“Tell me about it,” Bailey laughed. “I’m over 200 pounds for the first time in my life.”

“‘Nother fifty to go!” Hutch crowed, lifting him high and tossing him in the pool. 

Bailey found himself soaring through the air, landing with a splash in the water. Behind him, Hutch hooted and hollered, pulling off his jeans and jumping in behind him. Mercifully, Bailey thought as he looked up at the big man sailing toward him, he’s wearing boxers and not a sweaty jockstrap. Always ready to slip into the role of the oldest child, he worried about what the neighbors thought about their household. Both Louis and Hutch had decidedly more liberal views on nudity than he and Callum did. Although that Speedo that Callum has on…

They played in the water for a long time, wrestling and laughing, until they were both tired out. Paddling to the edge, Hutch pulled himself out of the water on the side of the pool and patted the spot between his legs. Bailey obliged, leaning back in the water until his back was nestled between Hutch’s big quads. Hutch played with his hair, tugging on it and straightening it out. “You need a haircut, bro,” he murmured, twining one of his locks around a finger.

“You’re always saying that,” Bailey said, “but I like it long.”

They sat there in silence, enjoying each other’s company, and Bailey’s attention was drawn to his brother and Louis on the other side of the pool. Clad in his skimpy Speedo, Callum was waiting on Louis while Louis manned the grill. Like Bailey had himself, Louis had grown much beefier over the past few weeks and now sported shoulders nearly as wide as Hutch’s. His taut waist tapered to a perfect V and his legs were strong and powerful. His formerly round face now sported a full, red beard and red hairs curled out from beneath the neck of his apron.

When he turned to the side, though, Bailey’s eyes widened. The kid was completely bare-assed beneath the apron. The only thing covering those big, firm, muscular buttocks was a dense mat of red ass hair.

“What the fuck!?” Bailey sputtered, looking around in panic. “What if the neighbors see him like that? He could get arrested!”

Hutch looked over at the boys and shrugged. “Chill out, bro.” He pointed to the hedge between their house and the neighbor’s. “Nobody can see him.”

Much like Callum, who couldn’t stop staring at Louis’ bare bottom, Bailey was unwantedly captivated as well. He told himself it was out of embarrassment for the kid’s public nudity…and mostly believed this excuse. Mostly. Louis’ butt was just so big. And his back was just so broad. And covered in acne. Bailey winced at the sight of the red welts covering the boy’s big shoulders. He reached back and scratched at his own acne, feeling the boy’s pain. Acne sucked.

Catching Callum’s scrutiny, Louis waggled his butt provocatively, a move he’d obviously copied from his big brother. Callum rolled his eyes at this display just as Bailey caught himself doing the same thing. He smiled when he realized how similar he and Callum were…just like Hutch and Louis.

“He looks like one of them Greek statues,” Hutch observed.

“Who? Louis?”

Hutch laughed. “Fuck no! Not that little dick-ass! I mean yer brother!”

Eye moving to Callum, Bailey noticed for the first time that he’d cut his long hair and now sported tiny, tight ringlets. He’d forgotten how curly Callum’s hair was when it was short. With his long, lean physique, plump buttocks and handsome face, he did look like an exquisitely wrought statue from antiquity.

“Yeah, a Greek statue,” Hutch continued, staring at the tiny bulge in Callum’s Speedo, “right down to the little pecker.”

Bailey looked up at him askance. “That’s my brother you’re talking about. I’d rather not discuss his penis, if you don’t mind.”

“Well, he clearly don’t take after you down there,” Hutch snorted. “Looks like he never went through puberty.”

“Hutch, please.” Bailey shoved the big man’s hand away from his hair. “I’m trying to figure out how I feel about this.”

“‘Bout what?”

Bailey sighed, making a broad gesture to encompass everything around them. “About all of this. You. Me. Louis with his bare ass in full view of the neighborhood.” He took a deep breath, continuing, “But I’m especially worried about Louis and Callum. Do you think they’re…together?”

Hutch shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“I don’t know. I thought Callum was straight. I mean, he’s always dated girls. Now, though…”

“You worry too much.” Hutch placed his hands on Bailey’s shoulders, massaging. “And yer too tense. Ya need to learn how to relax. Juss let stuff happen.” He started massaging, eliciting a deep, contented moan from Bailey. Not only did the pressure feel good on his muscles, it soothed his acne. “Let Louis an’ Callum be Louis an’ Callum. It’s summer. It’s warm. They’re kids. They’re figurin’ shit out. It’ll all be Ok.”

Bailey closed his eyes, surrendering to Hutch’s ministrations. “Sometimes you’re a lot smarter than you look,” he murmured, leaning into those big, firm hands.

“An’ sumtimes yer pretty dumb for such an egghead.”

Bailey smiled. “Touché.”

“Huh?”

Bailey waved this off. “Nevermind.”

***

They ate by the pool, each pair sharing a lounge chair. Hutch laid down on his and invited Bailey to sit between his legs while Louis did the same for Callum. Then the McGuire brothers proceeded to feed the Newton brothers from their plates. Bailey and Callum exchanged glances before shrugging and going along with it. It was fun, Bailey realized, to be taken care of. When Sarah was around, he was always the one taking care of her.

After they were done eating, Bailey laid back against Hutch’s chest and Callum and Louis sat by the pool. Louis kept lifting his apron and exposing his penis–which appeared to be more than half hard. The boy, Bailey realized, must have had the same procedure done to himself as Hutch because there was nothing normal about the thickness of his cock. It was even thicker than a beer can! Callum in particular seemed quite enamored of it but Louis would only allow him to take a peek, batting his hands away when Callum tried to lift the hem of the apron.

Bailey watched them, wondering. A few days ago, he would have been completely scandalized to see his kid brother wearing a revealing Speedo and flirting so openly with a mostly naked and mostly aroused boy. Hell, a few days ago, he would have been completely scandalized to find himself lying between the thighs of a big, hung stud!

What was going on?

“It’s, uh, awful hot tonight, ain’t it?” Hutch said, distracting him from his thoughts.

Bailey turned back to him, smiling. “Are you saying you want to sleep at our place?”

Hutch shrugged nonchalantly. “Air conditioning is awful nice, ‘specially on these long, hot nights…”

“C’mon,” Bailey said, getting up and leading the big man inside. “Let’s watch some Netflix and chill.”

“Wait,” Hutch protested. “What about Sarah?”

Bailey looked at him questioningly. “What about her?”

“Nuthin’,” Hutch replied, grinning. “Forget I said anythin’.”

***

They fell asleep on the sofa that night, Bailey nestled in the crook of Hutch’s fragrant armpit. On the floor beneath them, Louis and Callum did the same thing. Bailey woke up hungry around midnight and heated up some leftover steak. He’d been ravenous ever since he started taking Hutch’s mystery drugs and woke up most nights to eat a second dinner. While he chewed on the juicy steak, he idly scrolled through Instagram, only bristling slightly when he came across pictures of Sarah on the arm of some towering, blond Teutonic brute named Ulf. They acted very cozy together and one of the photos even showed Ulf down on his knee, appearing to propose marriage.

Bailey stared at the picture and then at his empty ring finger. He’d removed their engagement band a week ago, placing it on the sink before a shower, telling himself he’d put it on again when he was clean. He never had; the ring was still sitting where he’d left it.

He hadn’t talked to Sarah in over two weeks, cowardly ghosting her whenever she tried to reach out. He’d even blocked her number on Whatsapp. The thing that bothered him so much was that he’d done so without a second thought. 

I’m normally so decisive, he thought, gaze drifting over to the sofa where Hutch was snoring contentedly. Why am I being like this? Why can’t I just tell Sarah that it’s over? That I’ve found someone else?

That really gave him pause. Finally, though, as tends to happen when one wakes up in the middle of the night, he had a moment of complete clarity…and realized he wasn’t ready for clarity.

He liked things the way they were right now. Much like Callum and Louis, he wasn’t ready to define the unnameable emotions he felt for Hutch.

He just wanted to lie back and enjoy the summer.

***

Chapter 5

Callum asked to borrow his Tesla the following Monday. “I’ve gotta go home for a few days,” he explained. “Got stuff I gotta take care of.”

“Oh, Ok.” 

Bailey studied his brother’s freshly-shaved face. In the space of a month, Callum had become almost unbearably cute. He looked both younger and softer than when he’d first shown up on Bailey’s doorstep. Yeah, there was almost no trace of the former swaggering football jock left. Now he was furtive, diffident, uncertain. His wide, blue eyes were filled with unspoken longing as he gazed back at his big brother. It was like he expected Bailey to read his mind, thereby deciphering the mystery that lurked within.

Bailey opened his mouth to address the tension between them but Callum forestalled him, raising a hand. “Wait until I’m back, bro. I’ll be ready to talk then.”

Bailey swallowed, strangely discovering he had to blink back tears. He didn’t know what was going on but he had a strong feeling that everything would be different the next time he saw Callum.

The summer was drawing to an end and autumn was coming fast. 

It was time to make a decision.

It was time to act.

He handed the key fob to Callum, awkwardly patting him on the back. “Alright. I’m here for you, bro. You know that, right?”

Callum nodded, blinking back tears of his own. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Believe me, Bailey, I couldn’t do this if I had a different brother. You’ve always been on my side…even when no one else was.” He paused before adding, “Especially when nobody else was.”

***

Bailey retreated to his bedroom to study (and jack off) after Callum left. He had just shot his sixth load of the morning when he heard the door to the house swing open. Thinking that Callum had come back because he’d forgotten something, he stuffed his still-hard cock back in his shorts and shuffled out of the bedroom.

“Louis?” he said, surprised to find the kid back home from work so soon. “What’s wrong?”

Louis gave him an agonized look, groaning, “I can’t take it no more! This is awful!”

“What’s awful?” Bailey pressed. “Is this about Callum?”

Louis shook his shaggy head. “No, worse.”

Bailey folded his arms, secretly pleased with how big and beefy they were now. The drugs and weightlifting were really paying off. “What’s worse?”

There was a long pause while Louis warred with himself. Finally, he managed to choke out, “I can’t…sit down no more.”

“Huh?” Of all the things that Bailey expected the boy to say, this was the last on the list. “What do you mean?”

Louis hung his head. “It’s too embarrassin’ to say.” He looked back up at him, cheeks red beneath his beard. “But maybe if I showed ya?”

“Showed me what?”

“Follow me.”

The boy staggered into Callum’s bedroom and lay face down on the bed. Bailey followed him, perplexed.

“Shut the door. I don’t want Hutch walkin’ in.”

Bailey did so, even though he knew Hutch wouldn’t be home for another several hours. He stood patiently at the foot of the bed, waiting for Louis to do something. The boy took his time, clearly warring with himself. Finally, with a deep sigh, he reached down to shimmy his shorts off his hips.

“Can you, um, look at me…down there?” His voice was muffled because he was speaking into the pillow. 

He arched his back and lifted his big, furry buttocks in the air as he said this, inviting Bailey to examine them. When Bailey hesitated, Louis made an exasperated sound and reached back to pry his butt cheeks apart.

“My hole, bro!” he begged, looking back at Bailey with anguished eyes. “See what’s wrong with it!”

“You want me to…look at your butthole?”

Louis flashed him an annoyed look. “I know it’s weird, bro. Bah-lieve me, yer the last person I wanna ask to do this. But I can’t let Callum see me like this and I ain’t gonna let Hutch stare at my bunghole, neither.”

“There’s always the doctor,” Bailey offered. “That’s what they’re for.”

“I don’t got no insurance,” Louis countered. “And there ain’t no way I’m gonna stick my ass in a doctor’s face!”

“And yet you’re asking me to do it,” Bailey mused. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation was dawning on him and he couldn’t help but find it humorous. Here was the proud Louis, having to stoop to let another guy examine his asshole.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, bro!” Louis whined, sounding frantic. “Just do it! Pah-leeze!”

“Alright. Here goes.”

Bailey couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He found himself walking on wooden legs over to the bed and bending over to peer down at Louis’ little butthole. It was clenched tight–furiously tight–but even so the cause of the boy’s discomfort was readily apparent.

“Ingrown hairs,” Bailey pronounced. “And they’re infected.”

It was true. There was a mass of the thickest, kinkiest red hairs growing around Louis’ tender manhole. All that fur–Bailey knew from personal experience–had sprouted practically overnight. When that happened, you were bound to have some ingrown hairs. It was painful indeed; he’d been dealing with his own issues down there for a while but, unlike Louis, he knew how to treat the condition.

Louis pushed his butt up higher, treating Bailey to the rare sight of his sphincter opening…or at least relaxing slightly. “You sure, bro?” he pleaded. “That’s all it is?”

For unknown reasons, Bailey was captivated by the sight of the boy’s butthole. He’d seen Sarah’s, of course, and plenty of female bootyholes when he looked at porn. But he’d never seen a guy’s before, not even his own. He found the sight…not as repugnant as he thought. Even infected, Louis’ asshole was kind of hot. It was hairy. And tight. And rosy. And his ass cleft was lined in fur. A lot of fur.

Bailey felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. He jerked at the sensation, embarrassed. Realizing that Louis was still waiting for his reply, he soothed, “Yes, that’s what it is. Nothing to worry about.”

The boy relaxed, shoulders collapsing as the mounting tension drained out of him. “Thank fuckin’ God!” he breathed. “I thought I had an STD.”

Bailey smiled, still captivated by that hole. “Nope, definitely not an STD. And it’s easy to treat, too.”

“How?”

Louis sounded so plaintive that Bailey laughed. “I’ve been treating mine with a warm washcloth and lotion but your case is more serious. I believe I’ll need to tweeze them out.”

Craning his neck to look back at him, Louis demanded, “Yer sayin’ you’ve got the same…condition?” 

Bailey nodded. “You’re not the only one who’s experiencing a sudden growth spurt. I mean, look at us! We’re turning into a couple of yetis.” He glanced down at his own thick pelt of black fur spilling out of the collar of his shirt. “It’s gotta be the result of all those steroids we’ve been taking.”

Louis thought about this for a moment before asking, “Can you, um, you know–?”

“Tweeze your butt hairs?” Bailey finished for him. “Yeah, but it’ll cost you.”

“What?” Louis demanded. “What do you want?”

“I wanna know where you and Hutch went to get your penises augmented.” As soon as he said the words, Bailey clapped his mouth shut, shocked at himself.

Louis chuckled. “Shoulda known. So, ya wanna be a big ol’ freak. huh? Ha! I’ll be happy to take ya there. In fact, I’d pay money to see what they’ll do to you.” He smiled evilly before suggesting, “Tell ya what: You help me out here and I’ll take ya tonight. They’re usually busy but I’m sure they’ll make an exception for Hutch’s bro.”

***

Chapter 6

Louis lay naked across Bailey’s lap on the bed, his butt sticking upward so that his asshole was right there. All Bailey had to do was look down and there it was. He swallowed, feeling his cock harden. There was only the fabric of his shorts between their two penises and both he and Louis were pretty hung. He didn’t want Louis getting the wrong idea. It wasn’t like there was anything erotic about tweezing butthole hairs.

Was there?

He shifted again and, clearing his throat, lowered the tweezers saying, “Here goes.”

“Juss get it over with,” Louis grumbled, unhappy. “This is humiliatin’–Ouch!”

“Sorry! It’s going to be painful.”

Louis clenched his hole, looking back over his shoulder at Bailey reproachfully. Bailey gave him an apologetic smile and continued, plucking the next ingrown hair.

“Jesus fuckin’ Kee-Rist!” Louis complained. “Do ya have to be so rough?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Bailey teased. “I didn’t realize Mr. Tough Guy Footballer was so sensitive.”

“I’m a redhead,” Louis countered, sulking. “Redheads have a low tolerance for pain.”

Bailey arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?” He was about to say more when he realized something.

Louis was getting hard. His big, thick cock was swelling, pushing more and more insistently against his own. Bailey swallowed, feeling his dick stiffen in response. Soon, both their cocks were hard as rocks, rubbing back and forth.

Neither one of them said a word about this development and Bailey continued tweezing as if nothing was going on. He did notice, however, that Louis was ever so subtly arching his back. His buttocks–already beyond plump–pushed upward even further. They were, Bailey had to admit, incredibly firm and round and succulent. So hairy. So muscular. So…beautiful.

He swallowed once again, shifting slightly so his erection rubbed provocatively against Louis’. Louis responded by gently grinding his crotch downward.

Bailey grinned. Message received.

Louis was inviting him to take charge.

Bailey’s heart was pounding now. He felt his face grow hot. Sweat trickled down his back. What was he doing? Louis was Hutch’s younger brother! He was still in high school! He shook his head, trying to clear it. It was no use, though. He was far too aroused.

He continued quietly tweezing Louis’ asshole. By the time he was done, Louis’ was completely plucked down there and his wrinkled sphincter was devoid of hair for a good inch in every direction. It was pink and soft and moist and…

Bailey set the tweezers down and wet his index finger, tracing it slowly around the circumference of the boy’s virgin hole.

Louis moaned and his cock spasmed.

Bailey gently inserted the tip of his finger.

Louis clenched at first but then relaxed.

Bailey’s finger entered him.

He was fingering Louis!

Fucking hell! He was a pervert! He was going to get arrested! He was–

“There’s lube in the top drawer,” Louis gasped, hole devouring Bailey’s finger. When Bailey hesitated, he shouted, “Just fuckin’ do it! Fuck my hole already! I ain’t gonna ask ya again!”

Bailey was having trouble breathing. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Louis’ butthole was the most delectable thing he could ever imagine. He not only wanted to thrust his cock inside it, he wanted to lick it, eat, suck and tongue it.

Get yourself under control, his inner voice warned. You haven’t done anything yet. You can still salvage this. Just move him off your lap and get out of there. NOW!

He lowered his head and traced his tongue along the rim of that pink pucker.

Louis threw back his head and moaned, “Fuck! Oh, fuck! You did it. I hope yer happy. You made a faggot outta me!”

Bailey tossed the boy onto the bed. Louis got down on all fours and thrust his butt backward, leaning back and opening his buttocks. Those massive, furry globes were all but inviting Bailey to fuck them. A deep growl emerged from Bailey’s chest as he got behind the kid and, opening his mouth wide, devoured that asshole, slobbering and slopping his way all over it. Louis was in ecstasy, writhing beneath him. He grabbed his generous ass cheeks and pulled back, opening his hole for Bailey. He was begging for Bailey’s tongue inside him!

Such carnal and forbidden flavors! Bailey couldn’t believe what he was doing. Further, he couldn’t believe how fucking hot the experience was. One moment he was wearing his shorts and the next he was naked, his cock pointing hard and long at the boy’s inviting bull’s eye.

“The lube, bro!” Louis yelled. “Get the fuckin’ lube!” He pointed to the nightstand next to the bed.

Panting, Bailey reached out and opened the drawer. He didn’t want to know how Louis knew there was lube in Callum’s drawer. No, definitely not! He grabbed something and looked at it, brows furrowed. “Huh? What’s this?” he asked. “Tampons? Why does Callum have–?”

Louis gave him a look of complete disbelief. “Fuck, bro! Don’t ya know nuthin’ ‘bout yer lil’ bro?” When Bailey stared back at him blankly, he rolled his eyes. “Juss ferget it and get that fuckin’ lube! I’m startin’ to chicken out!”

Panic-stricken at losing his golden opportunity to fuck a boy-hole, Bailey tossed the package of tampons aside and rummaged around, finally pulling out a big tube of lubricant. With shaking hands, he squirted some into his palm and then rubbed it over his achingly hard cock. He stared down at his hands as he did so, not able to believe what he was going to do. What about Callum? And Hutch? What would he tell them? ‘Oh, by the way, I fucked Louis today’?

He hung his head, knowing he’d reached the point of no return. Worse, he knew he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted inside that big, thick boy butt and nothing was going to stop him.

Slicking up his finger, he placed it on Louis’ quivering hole, purposely taking his time and getting Louis ever more worked up. When he finally pushed it inside, Louis was whining like a kitten. It was adorably cute.

“I want you,” he was saying. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you. I was so fuckin’ confused! Nobody’s ever made me feel like this before.”

Bailey smiled, working his finger in deeper. Compared to a vagina, a guy’s butthole was a lot tighter and hotter. He wiggled around in there, gradually loosening Louis up, preparing him to take a big, hard man-cock. Bailey’s cock wasn’t as girthy as Hutch’s but he was pretty thick and he didn’t want the boy’s first time to be traumatic. He didn’t want his first time to be traumatic, either! He’d never fucked an asshole before; Sarah hadn’t been into anal.

When Louis was begging to get fucked, he took hold of his hips, leaning forward and laying his lubed-up cockhead against that tender pucker. “Easy, boy,” he soothed, feeling Louis brace. “Just relax.” He draped himself over Louis’ acne-scarred back, relishing the kid’s firm muscularity. So different from a woman! He took hold of the boy’s earlobe in his teeth, nibbling. Louis moaned, his body going slack beneath him.

It was time!

Bailey thrust forward, pushing the first few inches of his dick inside that incredibly tight, hot hole. Louis screamed but it wasn’t a scream of pain. No, it was a scream of release, of finally getting what you’ve never allowed yourself to want. Bailey knew that scream well because he was making it himself. He was finally getting something he’d been afraid to admit he wanted: Boy butt. 

And it was better than he’d ever imagined.

Louis and he fit together like a glove, their big, bulky bodies perfectly matched. Bailey’s long cock was made for Louis’ ass, a fresh, unfucked, unbelievably welcoming hole. They rapidly discovered their rhythm, rocking back and forth as their sweat and other bodily fluids mingled. At some point, they started kissing, torrid, passionate, full-tongue kisses. When they were both close to cumming, Louis turned around and straddled Bailey’s lap, locking his legs around his hips and undulating his big bottom while Bailey jerked his club-sized dick. The boy was super-hung!

“FUCK!” Louis hollered. “OH, FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM!”

“Me, too, stud.” Bailey lifted his chin and met Louis’ lips. Their mouths locked just as cum spewed out of their cocks. 

It was the most delicious and beautiful moment of Bailey’s life.

***

“What do we tell them?”

Bailey was lying on his back with Louis’ head on his stomach. He stroked the boy’s shaggy red hair fondly, still trying to come to terms with what he’d done. He’d fucked a boy up the ass! Him! Bailey Newton! How did that happen?

“The truth,” Louis grunted. “I ain’t gonna lie to Callum an’ you shouldn’t lie to Hutch.”

“Will they be mad?”

Louis thought for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think so. It ain’t like we’re a couple or nuthin’.” He looked over at Bailey, adding, “I do still wanna ride yer pole every now and then, though…if that’s Ok.”

Bailey was trying to decide how he felt about this. It was true that his feelings for Louis had softened quite a bit. Thrusting your cock inside another guy’s asshole tended to do that. He no longer despised the kid, even felt a bit of affection for him. It was also true that he wasn’t in love with him and didn’t want to get between him and Callum. And then there was Hutch. The mere thought of the big, dumb redneck got his cock throbbing. If butt sex was this much fun with Louis, what would it be like with a man he cared for? He shivered, a whole new horizon opening up before him.

Cupping Louis’s fuzzy cheek in his hand, he murmured, “You’re alright, Louis. Thanks for letting me fuck you.”

Louis laughed. “And thanks for fuckin’ me! Bein’ a big, slutty faggot ain’t as awful as I thought.”

***

They pulled up in front of a tattoo parlor downtown an hour later, still grinning at each other. Doing something previously forbidden made them feel naughty…and aroused. Louis was incredibly flirtatious, shaking his big bottom at Bailey every chance he got. “Ya made me into a total cockslut, bro,” he teased, running his hand over Bailey’s crotch before they got out of his truck. “An’ now all I can think ‘bout is yer big dick.” He looked over at the parlor’s glowing neon sign, eyes lighting up with mischief. “Let’s make it even bigger!”

Bailey smiled back at him but he was privately having second thoughts. The place looked weird. He didn’t want tattoos, just a bigger, thicker dick. Why were they here?

“Trust me, bro,” Louis soothed, sensing his trepidation. “It’s on the up and up. You’ll see.”

The ‘penis enhancement’ service was located within an office inside the tattoo parlor. Bailey gawked at the place as they entered; it wasn’t at all what he was expecting. Far from seedy, the space was spotless and the walls were covered in surprisingly good, original artwork inspired by indigenous Mexican textile designs. A young woman greeted them from behind a desk, indicating that they should take a seat. She was dressed very professionally and wore her long, black hair tied back in a bun.

“Gustavo an’ his uncle run this place,” Louis explained when they took a seat in some soft, comfortable chairs. “Hutch met Gustavo years ago when they was locked up in juvie together. Hutch was his first client.” He patted his own enhanced bulge, adding, “He did mine last year.”

Bailey stared at the boy’s package, unconsciously licking his lips. After having held that magnificently fat member in his hands, all he could think about was getting one of his own. He wanted to be even bigger than Hutch and Louis combined!

The intensity of this longing gave him pause, momentarily snapping him out of his lust-filled haze. What was wrong with him? He didn’t even recognize himself anymore. Fucking Louis’ tight boy-hole had turned him into a gay monster! He had to stop! He had to get out of there! 

Louis put a heavy hand on his knee when he attempted to get up, though, shaking his head. Bailey settled back down, cock throbbing in his shorts.

They only had to wait a few minutes before the woman led them to the back. Bailey walked on wooden legs down the hallway behind her. Did he really want to go through with this? Was it safe? How painful would it be?  Louis pushed him forward, though, effectively blocking his escape. “Uh uh, bro. No chickening out now. This’s part of the deal, remember?”

Bailey swallowed. That was it. He didn’t have a choice; he had to go through with it.

***

“Ah, Louis!” An older man with a white goatee and slicked back hair exclaimed when they entered the enhancement parlor. “You’ve come back!”

Louis did a double take. “Señor Dos Santos?” He bowed deeply. “I didn’t know you was here.” He turned to Bailey, explaining, “This here’s Gustavo’s uncle, Mr. Dos Santos. It’s yer lucky day. He don’t work on juss anybody. He’s a true master!”

Señor Dos Santos was appraising Bailey, shrewd eyes running up and down his long, muscular body. A small, proud smile appeared on his lips as he nodded, saying, “Usted es de México.” It was a statement, not a question.

Startled, Bailey answered in Spanish, “Yes, sir. My mother is from Jalisco. How did you know?” He was very taken aback by the man’s quick deduction of his Mexican heritage. No one ever realized he was half Mexican. Apart from his long, thick, black hair and slightly darker complexion, everything else about him spoke to his father’s Scottish ancestry.

Mr. Dos Santos’s eyes glittered. “I know one of my own people when I see him.” He extended his arm, welcoming Bailey into the parlor. “You are in the right place, Mr. Newton. My apprentices and I will take care of you.” As he said this, three young men and three young women emerged from the back. Dressed in white lab coats, they lowered their heads in reverence. 

Bailey swallowed, uncertain. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked, eyes darting from the assistants to Mr. Dos Santos.

He flashed a smile, exposing gold teeth, and winked. “Why, my boy, we’ll make a man out of you. A Mexican-American man. That is who you are, no?”

“I-I-I guess,” Bailey stammered. Of all of the scenarios he’d imagined when he entered the tattoo parlor, this was the least likely. He’d spent his adult life running away from his Mexican heritage. As soon as he realized that he could pass for white, he’d done so without looking back. He wasn’t embarrassed about being half-Mexican, he just hated being pigeonholed. He’d checked ‘Caucasian’ on his college entrance application, intent on getting into law school on his intellectual merits alone. He didn’t want any of his peers assuming that he’d gotten in because of his skin color.

“Sit.” Mr. Dos Santos pointed to a barber’s chair near the back of the room. It was surrounded by all sorts of fantastical equipment.

Bailey clenched his hands. His palms were sweaty. He looked over at Louis. It was clear from the boy’s mystified expression that he didn’t speak a word of Spanish and had no idea what Bailey and Mr. Dos Santos were discussing. He read the desperation written across Bailey’s face all too clearly, though.

“Go on,” he urged. “I ain’t lettin’ ya go til yer done.”

Bailey sighed, feeling like a caged animal, and allowed one of Mr. Dos Santos’ assistants lead him to the nefarious chair. He lay back, not protesting when they stripped him naked. The last thing he remembered was Mr. Dos Santos placing a gas mask over his face. He inhaled soporific fumes and promptly passed out.

***

“Uuuuuugh,” he moaned, rolling over onto his side. Something around his crotch stopped him, though, from turning over completely onto his stomach. 

“Easy, bro. Watch out for yer bandages!”

It was Hutch’s voice.

Bailey opened his eyes, realizing he was lying on his bed at home. Hutch was sitting beside him, a worried expression on his face. “What’d ya do?” he demanded. “What’d ya let Louis do to ya, huh?”

Bailey propped himself up on his elbows, realizing that there was an entire mountain of gauze on his lap. He gazed in amazement at the cylinder-shaped profusion ofl bandages, wondering both why it was so big and how it would fit inside his pants. He lowered his hand, squeezing the top of the mound. He could barely feel anything beneath all that cloth, though.

He was so fixated on his crotch that he barely noticed his arms. Only when he moved his hand away from his crotch did he see them: Tattoos. And lots of them. He lifted his left arm, marveling at the fresh, bold designs. Looking over at this right arm, he saw it was likewise tattooed.

His breath caught in his chest and his heart began to pound.

Both of his arms sported tattooed sleeves now. On the left was a scene from ancient Mexico with the Temple of the Sun surrounded by long, lush stalks of maize. Abstract indigenous designs rotated along his wrist and up to his deltoids. Everything was green and yellow and…brown.

The brown, he realized with a start, was the color of his skin.

His skin was ten shades darker than before; a lustrous, deep chestnut color. Mexican brown. The color he turned when he was out in the sun for a long time. It was the first time in years he’d been this dark.

The corn theme extended to his right arm. He marveled at the mastery of the artwork, unable to believe his own flesh had been turned into such a resplendent canvas. Mr. Dos Santos really did know his stuff!

“This here’s a John Deere tractor,” Hutch pointed out, tracing his finger over Bailey’s right forearm. “And I recognize that barn! It’s the farm juss up the road!”

Bailey studied the ornate tattoo, realizing Hutch was right. The tractor was moving through a spiral of corn fields, the giant stalks tasseled and loaded with silky ears of corn. A red barn rose in the distance, encircled by blue skies and puffy white clouds.

He looked down at his chest, eyes widening in surprise, when he realized it was completely shorn of hair. A brilliant tattoo of a huge, flaming Aztec sun blazed there, enveloping his pecs and nipples and most of his belly. He blinked, appreciating the artistry. It was a faithful rendering of the sun disk housed in the National Anthropology Museum in Mexico City.

Peeling back the sheet, he saw the tattoos continued downward toward his crotch until they were obscured by the bandages. He could just make out the tips of light green corn husks radiating outward in an arc just below his belly button. Further down, corn stalks twined up both of his legs.

It made him wonder what surprises lurked beneath the bandages. Hutch stopped him, though, when he tried to remove them. “Not yet,” he cautioned. “Louis said to leave ‘em on for a week til ya heal.” He pointed to a little plastic tube at the tip of the mound of gauze. “Ya gots to pee outta that, I guess.”

Bailey frowned at the tube, realizing as he did so that he needed to use it right away: He had to piss like crazy!

Hutch helped him out of the bed and let him lean on him as he lurched toward the bathroom. The weight bearing down from his crotch was really significant and he knew it wasn’t all from the bandages. What had Mr. Dos Santos done to him?

“Here. I got ya.” Hutch helped aim the tube at the toilet bowl as Bailey stood there, feeling lightheaded. His urine gushed out, a powerful stream that made him feel like a total stud.

Hutch held him, nodding with approval as he studied Bailey’s body. “Ya look so diff’rent, bro. Like a Mexican.” He pronounced the word, ‘Mex-ee-can’.

Done pissing, Bailey moved over to the sink, still trying to get used to the substantial weight hanging off his crotch. As soon as he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror over the sink, though, he forgot all about it. “What the fuck happened to my hair?” he demanded, running his hand through it. “I’ve got a fuckin’ mullet!”

“More like a faux hawk,” Hutch corrected, although Bailey failed to see the distinction. “Louis said it’s an old Aztec warrior haircut.”

Bailey barely heard him; he was too busy freaking out about something else. “There are tattoos on my face!” he exclaimed, running his hands frantically over his freshly-shaved cheeks. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m fuckin’ ruined!”

The tattoos weren’t small ones like the teardrop in the corner of Hutch’s eye. No, they were big and bold. Twin, black spirals were permanently etched onto his cheeks and there was a piece of what appeared to be bone through his septum. His ear lobes were stretched out by jade disks. His formerly long, black hair was cut severely into short, spiky mohawk on top that ended in a mullet in back.

“Oh, my God!” he whined, clutching at his face. “What the fuck did he do to me?! I’ll never be a lawyer looking like this! Fuck! I’ve got to get these removed!”

“Whoa, bro. Calm down.” Hutch’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing. “Juss relax. I think ya look like a total badass. Much better than before.”

Bailey gaped at him in disbelief. “You don’t understand! There’s no way any respectable law firm will hire me with tattoos on my face! This is career-ending! I could fuckin’ ace the bar exam and it wouldn’t make any difference. Not when I look like a…like a…like a…”

“…a hot Aztec warrior?” Hutch finished for him. “C’mon, bro. Take a few deep breaths an’ chill. Here,” he took Bailey by the elbow and moved him away from the mirror. “Stop freakin’ out and let ol’ Hutch grill ya a steak. You’ll feel better after ya eat sumthin’.”

***

Chapter 7

Bailey tried to protest but Hutch was insistent. Finally, he allowed the big man to lead him out of the bathroom and out onto the patio. It was past midnight and the sky sparkled with stars overhead. He settled into a chair, spreading his legs enough wide to accommodate the massive mound of bandages, and sighed. His buttocks felt raw against the plastic of the chair and he realized they’d probably been tattooed as well. He frowned, wondering what surprises were in store for him back there.

He didn’t have long to wait. “A sunburst,” Hutch told him when he sat up and craned his neck to take a look at his buttock. “Comin’ outta yer ass cheeks.”

“Great,” Bailey sighed. “Oh, that’s just great.”

“There’s a big sun on yer back, too,” Hutch continued, oblivious to Bailey’s growing humiliation. “It’s risin’ over a cornfield.”

“Corn. Corn. Corn. And more corn,” Bailey grumbled, hating Louis for talking him into going to that accursed parlor. “What the fuck?”

Hutch scratched his head. “It’s a Mexican thing. Ain’t they called the People of the Corn or sumthin’?”

People of the Corn? Hmmm, yes. That reminded him of something.

“Teosinte,” Bailey mused. When Hutch looked at him questioningly, he explained, “The ancestor of domesticated corn. It originated in southern Mexico.” He pondered the corn-heavy designs on his arms, realizing that more than anything else, corn embodied the complicated relationship between the United States and Mexico. Developed by indigenous Mexicans, corn spread throughout the Americas. The Europeans appropriated it but the Americans turned it into the massive commodity crop that it was today. A seed, grown by the Mexicans, transformed by the Americans…for better or for worse.

Like him.

Mr. Dos Santos’ words came back to him then, ‘We’ll make a man out of you. A Mexican-American man.’ He swallowed, blinking back tears. The words were as much a warning as a promise. Dos Santos may as well have said, ‘Don’t forget who you are.’ 

Roots, Bailey thought, I’ve forgotten my roots. He shivered, belatedly understanding why Dos Santos had done what he’d done to his body. He’d used Bailey’s skin to tell the story of corn, to tell his own story.

Commercially-grown corn today was removed from its ancient roots, becoming a monoculture, a crop grown in vast fields, fed by artificial fertilizers, and sprayed with gallons of pesticide. It was used in practically everything from fuel to insulation to animal feed. Ubiquitous,it was taken for granted, its history erased.

Bailey could relate. He’d pushed aside the family history on his mother’s side, tried to form himself into an ideal American. Ever hard-working, ever dutiful. And he’d been successful. He’d really accomplished a lot. He was an athlete. A scholar. A faithful (until today) partner. People respected him, even admired him. He hadn’t let anything get in his way. With relentless determination, he’d pursued his dreams. It was the American Way.

But who was he really?

He shivered again, realizing as he stared down at the colorful designs etched into his skin that he didn’t know the answer to that question. One thing was clear, however: It wasn’t just his cultural heritage that he’d shoved aside.

He looked over at Hutch as he lit the grill. The giant man was shirtless, his big, muscly body etched with tattoos. He was every inch a big brute. A dumb redneck.

And Bailey loved him.

Fiercely.

More than anyone he’d ever loved before in his whole life.

“Come here, Hutch.”

“Huh?” Hutch glanced over at him, eyebrows lifting. He really was ugly! Beyond ugly even. And yet at the same time more handsome than Bailey could imagine.

“Just come here.”

Hutch obliged, lumbering over to stand before him. “Whaddaya want?”

Bailey smiled. “That’s easy: You.”

He stood and took that big, ugly man’s face in his hands and he kissed him.

***

“You’re not angry with me?” Bailey asked. He was sitting on Hutch’s lap, allowing the big man to feed him bites of steak.

Hutch chuckled. “‘Cuz ya fucked Louis? Ha! I’m actually glad. Lil’ fucker needed to be put in his place.” He snorted with derision. “He was so full of himself! Actin’ all high an’ mighty juss ‘cuz he only fucks pussy. Ha! You did me an’ Callum a favor.” He paused for a moment to ruffle Bailey’s new, stiff mohawk. “I’m glad for you, too, bro. You got to fuck a tight butthole. I was worried when it came time to fuck mine, you’d be disappointed.” He flushed, admitting, “Let’s juss say I’m a lot more experienced than Louis in that particular area.”

The thought of Hutch’s big, loose asshole got Bailey aroused and that alarmed him. Not because he was conflicted about his gay urges but because of the alien sensation radiating from his crotch. The stiffening he felt down there wasn’t at all like the usual sensation of getting an erection. What the fuck had Mr. Dos Santos done to him?

He pushed the worry aside, focusing instead on Hutch. “Does that mean you’re a bottom?”

Hutch shook his head. “Nah. Well, mostly.” He bounced Bailey up and down on his lap, his enormous bulge landing squarely in the space between Bailey’s ass cheeks. “I’ve been known to fuck a hole or two now and then. But mostly I like to get fucked.” He squeezed the mound of bandages on Bailey’s crotch, adding, “I’m dyin’ for these to come off so I can see what Mr. Dos Santos did to ya. I’m sure yer fuckin’ massive now!”

“That’s what I worried about,” Bailey muttered before he was struck by another thought. “Although I guess it would solve one problem.”

“What’s dat?”

Bailey grinned. “It’ll make even an experienced hole like yours feel as tight as a teenage boy-pussy!”

***

Callum returned a couple days later, reacting with stunned disbelief to Bailey’s changes. “Holy fuck, bro!” he exclaimed, taking a step backward. “You look, uh, very ethnic.”

Bailey gave him a hangdog grin. “I’m still getting used to myself. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Callum barely heard him, he was too busy eying the enormous bulge crammed into Bailey’s normally loose pair of shorts. “What the fuck, bro?!” he cried. “What is that?!”

“Part two of my modifications,” Bailey replied drolly. “And don’t worry. It’s bigger than it actually is. At least I hope so! It’s still wrapped up in a bunch of bandages.”

Callum swallowed, cheeks flushing. He looked back up at Bailey as if seeing him for the first time. “You’ve changed, bro. I feel like I don’t even know you any more.”

“That makes two of us,” Bailey said, laughing. He sobered, though, giving Callum’s body the same level of scrutiny that he’d just received. “I could say the same about you. Callum, are you finally going to tell me what’s going on?”

Callum looked around. “Is Louis here? Hutch?”

Bailey shook his head. “Nope. They’re still at work.”

Callum relaxed. “Good.” He flashed Bailey a quick smile. “Let’s go somewhere private. Somewhere I can be myself in front of you without anyone interrupting us.”

***

They drove out to the little lake that Hutch had taken Bailey to on their first night together. Driving down dusty roads in his shiny Tesla made Bailey grit his teeth. The sacrifices I make for my little brother! he thought, smiling to himself. His crotch ached, crammed as it was between his big thighs but somehow he managed. Callum sat beside him, smiling as he hung his head out the window. He looked radiant, almost elated. His beard was growing back in, making him look more mature again. Yeah, the old Callum was back, he realized. Strong, confident, tough. A jock through and through.

Parking along the side of the road, he led the way down the little trail to the lake, looking back over his shoulder and reassuring, “It’s not far. And don’t look at me like that! You said you wanted to go somewhere private.”

“I swear I can hear banjos,” Callum muttered before brightening again. “I trust you, bro. If Hutch took you here, it must be alright.”

His mouth fell open when they emerged from the woods. The lake sparkled a brilliant blue under the clear August skies. A heron stalked through the shallows at the far end and a few frogs croaked lazily in the reeds. The log on the far side was covered in sleeping turtles.

“It’s gorgeous!” Callum breathed, pulling off his tank top and revealing his chiseled physique. Fresh brown hair sprouted between his hulking pecs and a treasure trail ran down into his shorts. When he shucked his boardshorts, though, Bailey was surprised to see him wearing a pair of women’s panties. They were shear and pink and lacey, quite a stark contrast to his manly and well-muscled body.

Bailey swallowed, feeling awkward as he realized that, as much as he wanted to believe it, the old Callum would never be back. Just like him, his little brother had become someone entirely different. Entirely new.

Callum noticed his scrutiny and winked, spreading out their towel and settling down on one end. He patted the other end, inviting Bailey to join him. Bailey hesitated only a moment before lying down beside him.

“The procedure was a success, bro,” Callum murmured, turning to give him a proud smile. “My eggs are fertile! I can have babies now.”

Bailey gaped at him. “Uh, maybe back up a bit. What’re you talking about?”

“Mom and Dad didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” He really had no idea what Callum was talking about. Eggs? Babies? Huh?

Callum sighed, looking out across the lake. “I’m biologically female now, bro. When I turned eighteen in March, I went to the doctor and signed up for a new procedure, one that would give me what I wanted more than anything else: Ovaries and a vagina. I wanna be a mom, bro! I want it so bad I can’t stand it!”

“Jesus, Callum–that’s just–I mean…” Bailey’s poor brain was aching. None of the words coming out of his brother’s mouth made any sense. “Are you sayin’ you–?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m still a guy, bro. A real guy. But I’m also a woman. I ovulate. I bleed. I can get pregnant.”

Bailey put his hand over his eyes, feeling dizzy. “Fuck, Callum. I had no idea. I thought you were–”

Callum stopped him, wrapping him up in his big, strong arms and cradling his head against his firm chest. Bailey clutched at him, ashamed to discover he was crying. He felt so confused! It was like Callum had just died and the man hugging him right now was a complete stranger. Soothing him, Callum kissed him tenderly on the ear.

“How long have you known?” Bailey asked finally, sitting up. Callum laid his big hand on top of Bailey’s, squeezing. “I mean, that you–?”

“Were a woman in a man’s body?” Callum finished for him. He laughed. “I’ve always liked being a man. Still do. That’ll never change. I just knew from as early as I can remember that I shouldn’t have a penis. It felt like an affront somehow and I hated it.”

Bailey tried to process this. It was such an alien thought, though. He couldn’t imagine hating his penis. Quite the opposite! He loved it!

“Can I see?” Bailey couldn’t believe he’d uttered the thought until the words were already out of his mouth.

Callum grinned broadly. “I thought you’d never ask!” 

With that, he whipped off his panties, lying back and opening his hulking thighs to reveal an incongruously furry snatch. It was a beautiful vagina, Bailey realized, gaping down at it. Perfect in every way. And completely real. There was nothing about it that looked fake.

“Don’t you just love it?” Callum cooed, squeezing his cunt lips shut before opening them again. “I’ve never been so happy!”

“It is really amazing,” Bailey whispered. “I can’t believe it. And you say you’re fertile? You really could conceive?”

Callum nodded, beaming. “Yup! Hundred percent, bro! I’m fertile as fuck! I’m gonna have kids as soon as I graduate from college and get a job.”

“Don’t you need a man first?”

Callum wrinkled his brow. “Isn’t Louis a man?”

Bailey blinked, the older brother in him coming to the fore. “Callum, Louis and you just met. You don’t even–”

“Stop, bro,” Callum warned. “Before you say something you regret.” He paused, eyes fiery with defiance. “And I could say the same thing about you and Hutch. You just met him, too.”

Bailey hesitated before admitting, “I guess that’s true.”

“I love Louis,” Callum stated. “And he loves me.” He gestured down to his freshly-minted cunt. “He loves all of me.”

“That’s good, Callum. Really.” Bailey paused a moment considering his next words. “And, while we’re on the topic of Louis, there’s something I need to tell you…”

***

Callum was initially surprised by the news of his older brother fucking his boyfriend but he came around quickly. “You gave Louis something I can’t,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I’m grateful, bro.”

“You’re not even a little mad?” Bailey pressed. “That seems pretty unbelievable.”

“Oh, I am mad!” Callum insisted, giving him a stern look. “That was seriously not cool, bro. But I love Louis and I love you. And that makes me happy.” He held up a warning finger. “Just don’t do it again without me and Hutch there. Deal?”

“You’re saying you want to…you know…with me and Hutch and Louis?” Bailey massaged his forehead. “Oh, man. I’m gonna need to work my way up to that one. Hutch and I still haven’t, er, consummated our relationship. He’s making me wait until the bandages come off.”

Callum shrugged. “I’m open to it. I think Hutch is hot as fuck and Louis and I have already talked about doing it with you. We think it’d be fun.”

“Like I said,” Bailey muttered. “I’m gonna need to work my way up to that. I’m still getting used to the idea of my little brother having a vagina.”

***

Chapter 8

The big day had arrived. Hutch and Bailey stood together in the bathroom with Louis and Callum waiting expectantly on the other side of the door. “Well, bro,” Hutch urged. “Let’s do it. Lemme take dem bandages off!”

Bailey stared down at the hulking monstrosity hanging off his crotch. It had been ten days, enough time for everything to heal. The massive bulge no longer ached but it did get sore after he stood for a long time, this was mostly due to its incredible weight, though. He realized as he examined the big mound that his hopes of hiding it in public were probably in vain. There were a lot of bandages, sure, but most of the mound was him.

All him.

With shaking hands, he reached down to unwrap the bandages but found he couldn’t do it. He froze, unable to move.

“Here, lemme do it.”

Bailey closed his eyes and allowed Hutch to gently unwind layer after layer of bandages. It took a long time, probably due to Bailey’s trepidation at what he would find when it was done. When the cool air of the bathroom finally caressed his privates, he gritted his teeth, willing himself to open his eyes.

Hutch breathed, “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck!”

“Is it that bad?” Bailey felt tears in his eyes.

“Look at yerself,” Hutch ordered. “Take off all yer clothes right now and look at yerself.”

Bailey complied, shimmying his shorts down his big, thick, muscular thighs and tugging his tank top over his hulking pecs and massive shoulders. He tossed his clothing aside and, steeling himself one last time, turned toward the mirror and opened his eyes.

“Fuck.”

His mouth fell open.

He didn’t recognize the man–the big, wide, tanned, tattooed, pierced man–gaping back at him. His formerly long, lithe physique was completely gone, utterly transformed into a ‘roid-enhanced muscle beast. His neck was wide, his face even wider, accenting his very distinctively indigenous hatchet nose. His black hair stuck up straight in a mohawk that swept down into a mullet in back. His blue eyes sparkled beneath long, thick eyelashes.  Every inch of his body–including his scalp and much of his face–was covered in colorful tattoos and all of his body hair was gone, leaving nothing to obscure Dos Santos’ masterwork.

All of that was impressive enough but it was what Dos Santos had done to his penis that made Bailey’s heart pound.

He no longer had a penis at all.

Instead, he had a giant, flaccid ear of corn drooping down nearly to his knees.

Blinking in disbelief, his poor brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. It took him a while to realize that the corn actually was his penis and not a molded piece of rubber stitched onto his pubes. Somehow Dos Santos had lengthened his shaft and augmented it, probably with silicone, until it took on the exact proportions of an unshucked ear of field corn. His entire organ had been tattooed pale green, a lifelike design of the husk covering the cob. Row upon row of something–metal beads?–had been inserted beneath the skin of his shaft, forming raised bumps like kernels pushing up beneath the husk. His long, dangling foreskin had been inked to look like the silk hanging off the end of the ear.

It would have looked even more believable if it hadn’t been so rubbery and limp.

That was changing, though.

Horror quickly gave way to arousal as his big ‘ear of corn’ hardened, becoming rigid and erect. Bailey gasped in surprise as it magically shucked itself, the ‘silk’ of his foreskin pulling back to reveal what had become of his glans: His cockhead had been tattooed bright yellow and implanted with beads. As the cob elevated and stiffened and lengthened, he was soon sporting a very fat, very long, very knobby cock.

It’s important to note that Bailey was still aghast at what Dos Santos had done to him. That would never change. For the rest of his life, he was stuck with a giant corn cob in his pants. Just like his gauged earlobes, facial tattoos and giant muscles, it was impossible to hide and he drew a lot of attention–both wanted and unwanted–whenever he went out in public.

As he stood there, the horror at his transformation didn’t go away so much as get supplanted by desire. Desire for what, you ask?

Hutch.

As he fish-mouthed at his massive, ugly corn-cob cock, Hutch stripped bare and, grabbing a tub of lube out of the bathroom cabinet, proceeded to slather his ass. And then he turned around and bent over, reaching back to pull back his big cheeks. Like Bailey’s, his asshole had been tattooed only, rather than a sunburst, he had a red bullseye back there. He grinned back at him from between his outspread legs, all but begging to get fucked. His hole, Bailey saw, was really large and stretched out.

“C’mon, bro!” he called out, growing desperate. “Cornhole me! I wanna be cornholed!”

Bailey reluctantly tore his gaze away from the monstrosity on his crotch and he beheld Hutch’s eager hole. His eyebrows went up and his mouth filled with drool. A month ago, the sight of a man’s gaping, tattooed asshole would have revolted him. Now, though, it filled him with instant lust and all he could think about was burying himself up to the hilt inside Hutch.

Slicking his ‘corn silk’ foreskin back to expose the entirety of his lumpy, bumpy glans, he took Hutch by the hips and nestled his corn cob against that moist, hot hole. “Ready?” he teased, pushing insistently.

“Juss do it!” Hutch panted. “An’ don’t hold back! I got lotsa experience!”

Bailey grinned and rammed his cock inside that overused man-pussy. Hutch arched his back and threw back his head, howling in both agony and delirious pleasure. “Fuck! OH, FUCK! That’s better than a French Tickler dildo!” he screamed as the rows of ‘kernels’ covering Bailey’s cock slid inside him. 

Augmented to the extreme, Bailey’s cock was by far the biggest cock Hutch had ever taken and he could feel his hole shredding under the relentless onslaught. He didn’t surrender easily but he did surrender, eventually falling down onto his hands and knees and allowing Bailey to cornhole him into oblivion. When Bailey exploded inside him, Hutch was furiously jerking his own augmented cock and they managed to time their cumming nearly perfectly. Bailey sat backward, pulling Hutch onto his lap, and savored this most forbidden love.

His cock was lodged inside a man’s butthole.

It didn’t get any gayer than this.

And it made him so happy.

***

Callan and Louis didn’t give them much time to savor their postcoital bliss. The two boys practically broke down the bathroom door, so eager were they to see Bailey’s new masterpiece. Bailey had barely finished pulling out inch after bloated inch of his corn cob from the giant gape of Hutch’s new hole when they were begging him to show it off.

He straightened, the freaky club still hard and pointing up at the ceiling. They were rendered speechless.

And then they were stripping out of their own clothes.

He stopped them before they were completely nude, though, saying, “No, not now.” They paused, disappointment etched across their faces and he gave them a weary smile, grabbing a towel to cover his nakedness. “Give me time. This,” he gestured to his bloated cock, “is a lot for me to get used to. And I’m really not ready for a foursome with my little brother.”

Hutch came to his aid, standing up and wiping the cum out of his ass. “Listen to him, guys. He’s new to dis. And I’m tired, too. He juss fuckin’ wrecked my hole. I can’t take no more right now.” He winced as his entire hand easily slipped inside the orifice that had previously accommodated only a couple fingers. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m gonna need diapers!”

Bailey gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

Hutch waved this off, walking gingerly over and taking him in his big arms. “Don’t be, bro. I’m proud of my new gape ‘cuz you gave it to me. It’s only fittin’ that I pay a price, too. I mean, if yer gonna have to waddle around in public like dat–”

Bailey frowned. “Can you, um, just not talk about that right now?” He nestled into Hutch’s embrace. “I’m trying not to freak out about…well, being a freak.”

***

He passed the Bar Exam and received his attorney’s license. That was the good news. The bad news was the law firm that had hired him on the condition that he pass the exam rescinded their offer when they saw what he looked like. “We can’t have you representing our firm,” the principal attorney informed him with a wrinkled lip. “Good luck finding a job now.”

Bailey had despaired, even going back to the tattoo parlor and begging Mr. Dos Santos to undo his changes. Dos Santos refused, of course, telling him simply, “Don’t worry. Things’ll work out. You’re better off this way.”

He was right…sort off. Bailey never would find a job at an exclusive law firm and had to make do with low-paying nonprofit work. At first, he served as a public defender but soon found himself taking on more and more cases defending alleged gang members. Quite simply, there was something about his appearance that appealed to his clients. He proved to be a tenacious advocate and won more than his share of cases, gradually earning a good reputation in the court system and the grudging respect of his peers.

He and Hutch muddled through until both Louis and Callum finished college. After the boys graduated, Louis got a job as a general contractor and Callum became a physical therapist. Living together under one roof and pooling their resources, the four men could live comfortably. It wasn’t long before Callum and Louis married and were expecting their first child. Hutch and Bailey were incredibly proud of their brothers and eagerly awaited their chance to be uncles.

“I’m–Fuck!–so–Ungh!–glad you’re my big bro,” Callum gasped at Bailey one night. The four were in bed together; Louis was banging away at Callum’s pussy and Bailey was pounding Hutch’s man-cunt. “Yer–Nnnngh!–the best.”

Bailey winked at him. Callum had grown into a towering beast of a man, rivaling even Hutch in terms of size and musculature. Lately, Bailey had been feeling more like Callum was really the older brother because he moved with such ease through his life. Unlike Bailey, he wasn’t self-conscious about being a freak and had no qualms being naked in the locker room at the gym, displaying his pregnant belly, swollen tits and furry twat proudly. Bailey, on the other hand, still felt the full weight of public scrutiny as people reacted to his massive bulge and tattooed visage. He never would get used to or enjoy being a spectacle.

“Harder, bro!” Hutch begged, interrupting his musing. “Cornhole me! Fuckin’ cornhole me!”

Bailey smiled and fucked his husband even harder.

***