Themes: Curse, age progression, muscle growth, hair growth, cock growth, himbo, dumber

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Quick links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down!
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4 – Posted 26 April 2026
• Chapter 5 – Posted 26 April 2026
• Chapter 6 – Final chapter, coming soon!

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Chapter 1

Luc Fournier hated coming to campus. He was like a fish out of water this far from the seashore, even though university was less than an hour inland. It may as well have been a thousand miles for all he cared; it was too far to smell the salt on the breeze. Not even the lonesome cry of gulls punctuated the silence as he trudged across the parking lot, making his way towards the art school. It was early November and the sky felt gloomy and listless, pressing down on him. If he was on the coast, he could always look out at the horizon for comfort, watching the swell of waves and listening to their soothing crash upon the rocky shore. Here there was no horizon, no waves and most definitely no rocky shore. 

He wondered for the thousandth time why he had ever agreed to take this stupid job. Money, of course. Five years ago he’d been fresh out of college and desperate for work because his woodworking business had yet to take off. One of his former professors had approached him and offered him this part-time position and he’d jumped at the chance. Every semester since then, though, he’d regretted his decision. No amount of money seemed worth it to him now…

What could he do? He’d signed the contract and was therefore committed. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and continued onward, counting the days until he was free.

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Oh, great, he thought when Jack Watanabe swaggered into his wood carving class later that morning, Why do I always get the jocks? 

It was a hazard of teaching an eight-week elective class that started late in the semester. The dumb jocks at the college would inevitably pick it up, thinking it would be short and therefore easy. They inevitably learned the hard truth that wood carving was difficult work and it required a lot more than brawn. It also required dexterity and a lot of creativity. Most of the jocks dropped the course within a couple of days and, Luc judged, Jack wouldn’t be any different. Luc was known for being a demanding instructor.

Frowning, Luc turned toward the jock, ordering, “Please introduce yourself.” He was slightly annoyed that Jack was a couple minutes late and very annoyed that the big meathead’s presence sucked up all of the oxygen in the room. Upon seeing him, several young women whispered excitedly amongst each other and even some of the guys seemed starstruck by Jack’s entrance. If there was one thing Luc disliked more than dumb jocks, it was dumb jocks with attitude.

“Uh, I’m Jack,” the big brute stammered, seeming self-conscious despite his cooler-than-you attitude. “Jack Watanabe. Er, sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find this place!”

“Uh huh.” Luc gestured toward the rows of workbenches. “Please take a seat, Mr. Watanabe. And try to be on time in the future.” Jack hunched his giant shoulders sheepishly, looking down at the floor.

Luc had never seen him before but he could tell Jack was a basketball player from his jersey and probably a popular one, judging by the reactions he elicited from his peers. It was common for the athletes to wear their jerseys on the day of a game, a way for them to show off as well as build school pride. If Jack was a basketball jock, though, he was a particularly beefy one. Standing nearly as tall as Luc himself, he outweighed him by at least fifty pounds and all of it appeared to be muscle. He was big and broad and badass, his vanity all but oozing out of his pores.

The workshop fell silent as he made his way across the room. In addition to his red and black jersey, he was wearing a pair of baggy black nylon shorts and white trainers, which were presently unlaced. When he fixed his gaze upon him, Luc realized he possessed startlingly pale gold eyes, a stubbly chin and a mouth that was twisted into a perpetual smirk. Yeah, Jack knew he was hot shit and acted the part. The other students shifted on their stools, craning their necks to get a better look at him as he nonchalantly chose a seat right in the front and, leaning back against the bench, spread his beefy, hairy legs wide open. When Luc looked over at him, Jack jerked his chin in a total ‘jock-bro’ greeting before looking away.

Way too cool for this class, Luc thought, shaking his head. I give him one day and he’ll be gone.

“Alright, everyone,” he called out, drawing their attention back to him. He’d been in the middle of giving an introduction before Jack barged in. “I know this is wood carving class and you think you’ll be using tools but we will start out with a pencil and paper. You’ll find both items on the bench over there,” he nodded toward the side of the workshop. “The assignment for today is to draw something. It can be anything you like but remember that you will be using this drawing as a model for your first carving. Given that, I recommend choosing something relatively simple.” When a few of the (mostly male) students grumbled at this (including Jack), Luc felt compelled to add, “This is an art class, right? Wood carving is first and foremost about art. If you can’t draw it, you won’t be able to carve it.” He clapped his hands together, “You will have the rest of the hour to work on your drawing.”

He turned his back on the students and busied himself with organizing the tools they would use for tomorrow’s class. He smiled to himself as he did so, listening to the less than enthusiastic sounds of his pupils. The students might think this class was going to be a piece of cake but his warning hadn’t been idle: He knew from experience that, if they couldn’t render an adequate drawing for their first piece, there was no way they would be able to carve it out of a block of wood. He estimated that at least a quarter of them would drop the class today and about half would do so by the end of the week. And that was fine with him! His personal woodworking business was going strong and he no longer had time to waste teaching petulant children. This was to be the last time he taught wood carving at the university and he was looking forward to it being over.

The class period went by without much trouble. The majority of the students chose props from the workshop to sketch. He had a whole table of odds and ends–mostly maritime artifacts from his personal collection–for them to select from. He wanted to give them ideas for their own creations as well as show them what was possible. 

Some of the students pulled out their phones and sketched photos they pulled up from the Internet. A couple chose things from their backpacks or pockets, obviously taking heed of his advice to draw something not too complicated. For his part, Jack spent the period hunched over his workbench, carefully drawing while looking over at his phone. When Luc circulated around the class, the jock quickly covered the drawing with his body, hiding it from view. Luc rolled his eyes. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was probably drawing a naked woman with big tits and a voluptuous ass. Typical jock!

Finally, class was over and he dismissed the students, telling them their homework was to finish their drawings. People stood and started to gather up their belongings and Luc slung his backpack over his shoulder, ready to head back to his workshop.

“Uh, teacher,” a deep voice called out. “I got a question.”

Luc turned back to see Jack standing before him with a big hand raised over his head. Luc tried to conceal his annoyance, “Yes?” Jack looked around before motioning him over. Luc sighed and approached, asking again, “Yes? What is your question?”

Jack swallowed hard as he neared, his huge Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Jesus, bro,” he breathed as he looked up at Luc. “Yer even taller than me!”

Luc nodded, “Yes. And your question?”

Jack swallowed again, rocking back on his heels, and Luc was struck by the sudden realization that Jack was intimidated by him. This in itself was notable because there was probably almost no other man alive who could make this arrogant bruiser behave deferentially. This was for a good reason: Jack was built like a ton of bricks and was quite intimidating in his own right. His shoulders were broad and his arms were incredibly muscular. His neck was thick, too, ending at his tiny ears. 

For some reason, it was those ears that drew Luc’s attention more than Jack’s size or muscles. They stuck out noticeably from the sides of his head probably because the black hair on the sides of his head was razored down to almost nothing, naturally focusing attention on those little nubs. They were so small they could have belonged to a child; they were almost vestigial. Adorable, he thought before shaking his head at himself. Why had he thought that?

Maybe it was because Jack’s ears reminded him of his little nephew, Jordan. Jordan had the cutest little ears imaginable and a mop of black hair similar to Jack’s. Given Luc’s height advantage, he had a view of the top of Jack’s head and realized his black hair was indeed textured similar to Jordan’s.  Unlike Jordan’s boyish mop, though, the thick mop on top of Jack’s head was spiky, no doubt with hair gel.

The silence stretched between them as Jack fish-mouthed, trying to work up the courage to ask his question. Luc couldn’t figure out why he was so tongue-tied and prompted again, “Well, Mr. Watanabe? What do you want from me?”

“I was, er, juss, ya know, wonderin’ if ya maybe would…” His voice trailed off as he lowered his amber-gold eyes to the floor, completely stymied.

What is wrong with this guy? Luc wondered. I’m not that intimidating, am I? Certainly, the other students didn’t get this worked up in his presence. Luc might be tall but he was known among his friends for his warmth and easy going nature.

“Is something wrong?” he inquired when it was clear that Jack didn’t have the nerve to finish his question. “How can I help you?”

Jack steeled himself, balling his hands into fists and taking a deep breath. Finally, he said, “I was juss wonderin’ if ya–”

He never finished because at that moment the workshop exploded with laughter. Some of the girls shrieked, covering their faces, and most of the guys howled, more than a few pointing their phones in their direction. At the same time, Luc had the strangest feeling wash over him. He shivered, his nostrils filling with–of all things!–the scent of bladderwrack. He reached out to steady himself on a nearby bench, mind swimming. 

Still shivering, he was turning his head to ask them what was so funny when Jack’s eyes widened and his cheeks burned scarlet. He immediately dropped his hands over his crotch but not before Luc looked down and goggled when he realized the jock was completely naked below the waist. (Hadn’t he been wearing shorts a moment ago?) He caught a glimpse of the long, fat sausage dangling over the jock’s hefty pair of bull balls before Jack’s hands obscured his view.

Now it was time for his own cheeks to color as Jack looked around frantically, demanding, “What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! WHO STOLE MY FUCKIN’ SHORTS????!!!!”

It was almost comical watching him crouch down, clamping his hands with difficulty over his privates. (Good thing he had big hands!) He crab-walked around the workshop, casting about for any sign of his missing shorts but they were nowhere to be found. In the end, one of the male students took pity on him and loaned him a pair of sweatpants from his duffel bag. Jack turned his back to everyone as he hopped into them. Luc watched, bemused, at the jock’s hefty, hairy buttocks bouncing up and down as Jack pulled the sweatpants over his significant booty. The pants were several sizes too small and the resulting protrusions in front and in back almost looked worse than if Jack had been wearing nothing at all. Jack looked down at himself, thoroughly humiliated, and clapped one hand over his crotch and the other over his butt. Not that it did much good, mind you.

Luc watched him dart out of the room, shaking his head. Over the years, he’d see a lot of things in his workshop but this was by far the weirdest. Yeah, he thought as he watched Jack’s broad back and even broader ass disappear from view, I’ll definitely never see him again. There’s no way he’ll show his face around here after this!

***

He was right; Jack dropped the class that night. 

Luc couldn’t say he was disappointed and he certainly didn’t blame him. There’s no way he would’ve shown his face in class again if the same thing had happened to him! He shook his head and went back to reviewing the class roster. More than just Jack had dropped out; there were five fewer students when he took attendance the following day. At this rate, he would be left with just a handful of people. So much the better! He always preferred small classes anyway. Another ten could drop for all he cared. This was his last semester anyway.

He would have forgotten about Jack entirely if his younger brother, Laurent, hadn’t asked him to go to a basketball game later that month. The Huskies were playing their archrival, the Marshall State Polecats, but, it turned out, that wasn’t why Laurent wanted to go to the game.

“Have you seen the team’s point guard, Jack Watanabe?” Laurent asked breathlessly. “He’s so dreamy!”

Luc repeated the name, taking a moment to place it in his memory. When he did, he smiled, saying, “I have, actually. Sorry, bro. Not my type. Although I have seen him naked and, based on that experience, I can see why you’d be into him.”

“YOU WHAT???!!!” Laurent exclaimed, taking him by the shoulders and shaking him. “When? Where? How? And, most importantly, is he hung?”

Luc laughed, extricating himself from Laurent’s grasp. “He was in my wood carving class for, like, a day. It was super weird because at the end of the class he dropped trou in front of everyone.” He spread his palms, “Don’t ask me how it happened, though. All I know is one minute he was standing there in his shorts and the next he was butt-naked. And, yeah, he’s, uh, quite big. Definitely got nothing to be ashamed of down there.” He paused, grinning slyly at Laurent, “Perfect for a size queen like you, bro.”

Laurent was staring at him with his mouth agape, so taken aback that he didn’t even react to Luc’s jab. “…butt-naked…quite big…,” he repeated, somewhat breathlessly. “Jesus, bro! You got all the luck. And yer not even gay! Well, mostly not anyways. Fuck! Why did it have to be you and not me?”

“The other students probably snapped pics,” Luc offered. “I’m sure if you search online you can find some.”

Laurent stared at him with narrowed eyes, “I can’t believe you saw Jack Watanabe naked! I hate you. I fuckin’ hate you!”

“Hey, don’t blame me!” Luc said, holding up his hands. “Maybe if you ask nicely, he’ll invite you into the locker room after the game and you can see him in all his glory for yourself.”

Laurant scowled, “Yeah, right. Like that’s gonna happen!”

Luc shrugged, “Anything’s possible. Now, what time’s the game?”

“Does that mean you’ll go?” Laurent asked, clapping his hands together. “I’m so happy! It starts at seven tonight. Maybe we could grab dinner beforehand? I haven’t spent enough time with my big brother lately!”

***

They had pretty decent seats even though the arena was almost full. It turned out that Jack Watanabe was a bit of a phenom on campus. The rest of the players were also great but apparently Jack was known for his personality on the court as well as his unparalleled athletic abilities. When Jack was on the court, the team’s scoring went through the roof which meant he basically played the whole game without a break.

Not that any of this made any difference to Luc. With the exception of hockey which he still played with his besties from high school every weekend, he was firmly in the “Sport’s ball” camp. His eyes glazed over whenever the topic turned to, well, basically anything having to do with ball sports. He’d always thought the same was true of Laurent but was surprised when his little brother held forth on the intricacies of the game. Who would’ve guessed? Laurent wouldn’t have been out of place in a sports bar as long as they overlooked his purple hair and painted fingernails.

The game started and Jack jogged out onto the court with his teammates. Ah, there was that smirk and that swagger! He strutted around like a total rooster, lapping up the fans’ appreciation. Luc could see what Laurent said was true: Jack Watanabe really did own the place. Despite himself, the more he watched, the more captivated he became. He didn’t follow any of the plays, just enjoyed watching Jack’s outrageous performance. 

The jock came alive out there, turning the game into equal parts spectacle and competition. He teased the referees and the players on the opposing team, earning laughs and applause from the fans, riling them into an uproar. This was clearly part of his strategy and Luc had to hand it to him: Jack really knew how to work a crowd in his team’s favor. It was a new experience because Luc had only ever played friendly games of hockey among friends, never in front of an audience. The stands in the arena where he and his brothers played were always mostly empty and, because of this, Luc had never understood the power of the fans to fuel a team’s performance. 

Sitting in the stands that night, he finally got it. Without the fans, the game would’ve been a completely different experience. By elevating the crowd, Jack was elevating the game. And not just any game, his team’s game. The Huskies exploded with energy as the fans’ enthusiasm mounted. It was almost an orgiastic experience and it left Luc bemused and winded. He had to put his fingers in his ears at one point, the cheering was so loud. 

And right in the middle of all of it was Jack. He became something otherworldly, an athlete without parallel, a performer in his element. He totally defied gravity, launching himself into the air, gyrating and tumbling with the ease of someone half his size. And he did so with amazing accuracy, always timing his plays perfectly. As a point guard, he didn’t take many shots of his own but he was an expert at setting up his teammates to score. And score they did! On the surface, Jack’s antics might seem to be shallow plays for the fans’ adoration, in truth he used them to his team’s advantage. There was so much going on just beneath the surface! The whole show, Luc realized, was very carefully orchestrated and Jack was the maestro. Just watching him, he could tell Jack was destined to go pro.

Even though they had good seats, Luc mostly watched the huge screens placed around the arena because the game was televised and there were no fewer than six cameras focused on the action at any one time. The cameras were just like the fans, they loved Jack, panning in so close you could see the droplets of sweat clinging to his stubbly cheeks, the fierce determination in his eyes and every wink and sly smirk. He looked larger than life up on those screens, a hero of the court. Luc was unwillingly seduced. By the end of the first quarter, he understood why Laurent and pretty much everyone else in the arena was in love with Jack Watanabe.

With Jack’s help, the Huskies immediately pulled ahead of the Polecats and their lead widened through the first half of the game. They looked poised to trounce their rivals at the beginning of the second half. Jack came rocketing out onto the court to thunderous applause. He raised his beefy arms, egging the fans on, inciting their approval. It worked! Everyone was more than happy to reward him with noise. He lapped it up, skipping around like a schoolgirl before taking up position in the center of the court. 

The Polecats weren’t about to take it lying down and surrounded Jack with their biggest, more imposing players. He easily dodged around them, making them look like gangly children as he effortlessly stole the ball away from their center and passed it to an open teammate who scored a field goal with a swoosh of the net. Just like that, the Huskies extended their lead.

The action was a blur as both teams threw themselves into joyful yet serious combat, vying for the win. Jack’s handsome face split into a hungry leer as he started dripping sweat. He was a powerful athlete, though, and his body was primed for action. It would take more than a few minutes of strenuous game play to get the better of him. He stole the ball yet again and passed it for another basket, throwing his hands up and prancing around like a pony afterwards. Luc looked over and saw Laurent had his phone out, videoing everything. His eyes were round and his face was flushed. Clearly, he was even more enamored with Jack Watanabe than ever.

Luc was shaking his head at his brother when a wave of something washed over him and the curious scent of bladderwrack filled his nostrils. He clutched his seat, fighting back nausea. He was just starting to think, Well, that was weird! when he happened to look up at the screens overhead. 

Apparently, Jack had gotten into an altercation with another player. He’d slapped the ball out of the guy’s hands and was grabbing for it when the other player shoved him. Jack windmilled his arms but wasn’t fast enough to keep from splaying out on his butt. He rolled over into a squat and was preparing to launch himself back onto his feet when there was an audible rip and his shorts gave way.

Just like that, Luc and everyone else in the arena were treated to the unforgettable: Jack’s nylon shorts falling away from him in shreds. Luc’s eyes went wide as the cameraman, obviously not expecting the footage to turn x-rated, captured the whole thing in high-definition. Nobody in the arena could possibly miss the fact that Jack was going commando underneath his shorts. The camera zoomed in and Luc watched as Jack’s hefty tubesteak and pendulous balls flopped out, swinging in the breeze. Even worse, the camera angle was such that the view was from down low. Jack’s face contorted in disbelief as he manspread for the whole world to see. Luc blinked, getting only the second glimpse of a guy’s asshole in his lifetime. It winked back at him from the crevice of Jack’s chunky buttocks, moist and hairless and delicately wrinkled.

Jack’s expression turned from cocky to aggravated to horrified as he registered what was happening. The camera abruptly cut away as he staggered to his feet and clapped his hands over himself, the tatters of his shorts trailing along behind him. But the damage had already been done. The arena let out a collective gasp as he turned tail and ran hurriedly off the court, his broad buttocks bouncing up and down behind him. Luc stared but Laurent focused his phone on him, intent on capturing the whole ordeal for posterity.

Just before he exited the court, Jack did something funny. He turned and looked over his shoulder, his expression haunted. It was probably Luc’s imagination but he could’ve sworn the dude was looking right at him. But that was impossible, right? How could he have known that Luc would be there tonight, much less where he was seated?

Luc and Laurent exchanged a look of bewilderment as the crowd around them processed what had just happened. Luc didn’t know why but he found himself wondering at one thing. The last time he’d seen Jack naked, he’d been very hairy but tonight he was shaved completely smooth, his golden brown skin flawlessly exposing every ridge, bump, curve and protuberance. He’d gotten the full view of Jack Watanabe, alright!

“I’m so gonna watch this before bed tonight!” Laurent gasped, breathlessly replaying the footage on his phone. “Jesus, bro! I need to take you along with me to every Husky game.” He looked over at Luc, flushed with happiness and lust, “Apparently, you have a secret super power. You’re able to make Jack’s clothes disappear!”

“Haha! I know, right?” Luc mopped his strangely sweat brow. “I was just thinking the same thing. What a coincidence!”

“Uh huh.” Laurent couldn’t take his eyes off of his phone. “He’s amazing! Do you think he’s a bottom?”

“A what?” It took Luc a moment to translate the term. He might be bi but he tilted mostly toward hetero and wasn’t up on all of the gay lingo. Fortunately, he had two gay brothers to school him and it didn’t take him long to figure out what Laurent meant. “Honestly, I don’t think he’s even gay, much less a bottom.”

“A girl can dream,” Laurent sighed, batting his eyelashes at the paused image of Jack’s butthole on his phone. “A girl can dream…”

***

Luc didn’t know what to think after the game. The Huskies ended up losing after Jack fled to the locker room and the fans were uncharacteristically subdued as they filtered out. For his part, Laurent was giddy. “Did you see that?” he asked Luc for the hundredth time. “Fuck! I’m so glad I had my phone out.” He stuck his phone in Luc’s face for the hundredth time. “Can you believe that hole! It’s so tight and so smooth! It’s totally awesome!”

“Awesome for whom?” Luc quipped, pushing the phone away. “Not for me or for Jack. I could’ve lived the rest of my life without ever seeing that. And think about poor Jack. There’s no way he’ll ever live this down!”

“Oh, he’ll get over it! There’s no such thing as bad publicity these days,” Laurent pointed out. “I can’t believe that went out on national television. Do you think they blurred it out?”

“I’m sure they did. There’s a time delay on those broadcasts for this exact reason.” Luc sighed, “Still, it was bad enough for poor Jack that his bare butt was on four giant screens simultaneously.”

“You don’t think he’ll drop off the team?” Laurent wondered, suddenly panic-stricken. “OMG! I hope not! Jesus, he’s the best–and hottest–player!”

Luc shook his head, “Nah, he won’t. He’s too much of an attention whore. In fact, knowing how narcissistic he is, I wouldn’t be too sure he didn’t plan it.”

“I don’t know, bro. He looked pretty shocked.” Laurent was silent for a moment before looking over at him. “Did you see how he looked in our direction right after it happened? I wonder why?”

Luc shrugged, “Yeah, I did and have no idea. Maybe it just seemed like he was looking at us? Maybe his parents or girlfriend were sitting in the stands near where we were?”

“Huh. Maybe?”

They exited the arena and headed toward Luc’s truck. As they prepared to climb inside Luc said, “Alright, so I went to a basketball game with you. Now it’s your turn to repay me. Will you come to Aimée’s art opening next week?”

Laurent pulled a face, complaining, “Aw, bro! Really, bro? You know how much I hate art!”

“Laurent,” Luc warned. “It’s Aimée! She’s our sister and a talented artist in her own right. We owe it to her.”

***

Chapter 2

A week went by and he, Laurent and their two other brothers, Jacques and Thierry, met up at the art gallery in Deer Cove for their sister’s art opening. Aimée was there, too, of course but she was surrounded by a gaggle of adoring fans. Tapping his foot to the smooth tones of a jazz quartet and watching the well-heeled patrons flock around her paintings, Luc observed her from afar, smiling to himself. She was positively glowing!

All of the attention was definitely warranted; her artwork was ethereal and beautiful. She mostly worked in oils, taking inspiration from the ocean and painting abstract scenes from the craggy coast. Luc felt lucky to have grown up in the area because the seashore provided him with a good share of his inspiration as well. Both he and Aimée had done well for themselves and were now making a comfortable living from their work.

He and Aimée were the unusual artsy ones in the Fournier clan, though. Their younger siblings, Laurent, Jacques and Thierry had little interest in art and instead preferred more physical pursuits. Jacques and Thierry worked in construction and Laurent was studying to become a landscape architect. Still, their siblings were proud of them and made the effort to show their support even if it wasn’t their thing.

Presently, Thierry and Jacques were staring at a canvas with folded arms and puzzled expressions. The painting was of the Fulsome Pier lighthouse but it was rendered in such an abstract manner that the fact wasn’t readily apparent. The lighthouse’s beacon was the only thing that was recognizable, the rest of it looked like–

“It’s a giant robot cyclops shooting lasers out of its eye,” Thierry supplied, obviously proud of his deduction. “Or maybe it’s a big penis spewing–”

“Hey! Knock it off!” Luc hissed, looking around nervously. “You’re such a Philistine!”

“Philistine, huh?” Jacques smirked, nudging Thierry in the ribs. “Listen to him, bro. That’s a university degree’ll get ya. Two hundred grand in debt and a fancy vocabulary!” 

Theirry chuckled, leaning against his brother. Jacques and Thierry were fraternal twins but they almost looked like they could be identical. Right now, they were dressed like a pair of lumberjacks in matching flannel shirts.

“I don’t know what it is,” Laurent said, approaching them by way of the open bar and gazing at the painting, “but it’s making me horny.” He took a sip of his wine and made a face, complaining, “Don’t they have anything harder? This tastes like it came out of a juice box!” His purple hair was gone, Luc noticed, and was now dyed bright pink.

Luc glared at his younger brother. “Would you all just try to act like grownups for once?” He was so over their rude behavior! He’d endured more than his share of it over the years. Usually it was directed at his wood carvings but, even though his art wasn’t the target this time, he felt defensive on Aimée’s behalf. “Aimée’s an excellent artist.”

“I dunno, bro,” Jacques said, scratching his groin. “I kinda prefer yer stuff. At least ya carve hot chicks with big jugs.”

“I carve much more than that,” Luc corrected. “And the only nudes I carve are figureheads for boats.”

“You’d probably make more money if you just stuck to carving naked chicks,” Thierry observed. “Although me an’ Laurent would like it if ya carved some hot guys. Maybe some sailors without any pants?”

“True dat,” Laurent said, bumping knuckles with Thierry. As the two gay siblings, they shared a special bond that almost rivaled the one that Thierry shared with his twin brother.

Luc gritted his teeth, worried that the patrons could overhear them. He wished he hadn’t convinced them all to come tonight. He looked around and, deciding a glass of wine couldn’t hurt, snagged one off the serving tray of a nearby waiter. A series of particularly beautiful paintings of seaweed caught his attention and he wandered over to admire them. Aimée’s style was so unique! He really appreciated the way she captured the mysterious essence of the coast. The seaweed looked alive, almost like it was undulating under the caress of the cold currents, the light streaming down from the surface above. Truly beautiful…

The salty odor of the ocean filled his nostrils and he looked over and saw the door onto the deck was open. It was late autumn and the air had the bite of winter in it but was still mild enough to be enjoyable. He decided to take leave of his troglodyte brothers and sauntered out onto the deck. He leaned against the railing, sipping his wine and letting the sea wind ruffle through his thick, brown hair. 

The gallery was a former fish cannery that overlooked the harbor. Down below, the rising tide lapped against the boats as the waxing moon crested the horizon, peering out over a rocky crag prickling with stunted conifers. He smiled as he looked out on the seascape, feeling like it lived in his blood. In a way it did; Luc was the descendant of a long line of fishermen. It had only been within the last generation that his relatives had abandoned their historic livelihood due to the collapse of fishing stocks in the north Atlantic. Even so, the sea still stirred within him, pulling him toward it like a siren’s song. It was the reason he felt twitchy whenever he was very far away from the coast.

The truth was that his family had a reciprocal relationship with the ocean. Everything they had taken from the sea came with a cost and, even though they’d hauled more than their share of fish out of it, plenty of them had been taken by the same waters that sustained them. Looking back over the annals of the Fournier family, Luc had been struck by how many had succumbed to the sea. Somehow, though, it seemed like a fair trade, he thought, as he gazed out over the harbor at the sea mist rolling in over the moonlit waves. 

“The sea spits the Fourniers out only to devour us again later,” he murmured, smiling. “The way it’s always been.”

“What was that?” a deep voice rumbled behind him.

He turned and found himself face to face with Jack Watanabe of all people. The beefy jock was clutching a long, black robe around his broad shoulders. Underneath, his feet were bare on the deck planks.

Luc looked at him, not sure how to respond. When he remained silent, Jack prompted, “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” Luc replied, recovering from his surprise. Jack was the last person he expected to meet at the gallery tonight. “Why are you here wearing that?”

Jack looked down at himself, his stubbly cheeks coloring, “Oh, I’m the model tonight. I’m juss out on break.”

“The model?”

Jack’s cheeks colored an even deeper shade of red, “Yeah, for the art class downstairs. Friday night figure drawings, ya know.” He looked around, explaining unnecessarily, “I’m the male model, right? I juss got done posing for my first set and needed some air and saw you out here.”

“I see.”

Jack looked down at his bare feet before lifting his head and fixing Luc with his otherworldly golden brown eyes. His mouth opened and Luc watched his giant Adam’s apple bob up and down. It was so big it was mesmerizing. Finally, Jack took a step closer and managed to stammer, “L-L-L-Listen, Mr. Fournier, I-I-I know it’s real weird but I was wonderin’ if ya could–?”

He never finished because Laurent appeared in the doorway at that moment and nearly dropped his wine glass when he realized who Luc was talking to. “Jesus Christ! Is that really Jack Watanabe?” he gushed. “What’re the fucking odds?”

Luc was wondering the same thing but took the opportunity to retreat because the jock was standing a little too close for his comfort. Jack had been so near that his rich, musky scent saturated the air around them, overwhelming even the salty breath of the sea. He didn’t know if it was the jock’s powerful aroma or what but he suddenly felt lightheaded. His stomach flipped and he gripped the railing to steady himself, shaking his head. Was it the wine?

He didn’t have a chance to figure it out because a freak breeze blew in from the otherwise still harbor right then. He looked over at Jack in time to see the jock’s robe billow up over his head. Like Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch straddling that damned sidewalk grate, Jack tried frantically to push the garment back down again but it was no use. His big, bare ass and huge male appendage were wantonly exposed in the moonlight. 

Laurent’s mouth fell open and Luc’s face colored as he turned away. To make matters worse, the twins decided to join them on the deck at that very moment and both Thierry and Jacques witnessed the whole thing.

“Jesus,” Thierry breathed, completely dazzled by Jack’s display. “Who the fuck are you and can I have your number?”

“Get in line, bro!” Laurent said, pushing him out of the way. “I was here first!”

Jack backed away from them, embarrassed. Luc found this somehow funny because he’d just been posing nude for an art class. If anyone was going to be embarrassed here, it should be Luc. Why the fuck did Jack Watanabe expose himself every time they met? It was just plain bizarre. And, yeah, it was more than a little embarrassing.

Jack started to hold up his hands but stopped when he realized that would cause his robe to fall open. Instead, he turned to go, saying over his shoulder, “If you wanna see more of me, come to the art class downstairs. For ten bucks, you can sketch me–all of me!–for as long as ya want!”

They watched him depart, bemused. Being straight, Jacques was nonplussed but Laurent and Thierry couldn’t stop drooling. “Forget I ever said anything negative ‘bout art,” Thierry was saying, “I’m gonna quit my job and take up drawing full time!”

“Why wait?” Laurent replied. “We could both start right now.” His eyes were alight with mischief. “Wanna go see if they’ll let us in?”

“Dude, I’m so there!”

Luc and Jacques shook their heads, watching their brothers make a beeline for the studio space downstairs.

“Who was that guy?” Jacques asked finally. “He seemed to know you.”

Luc’s cheeks colored a deeper shade of red. “He’s, uh, nobody. I mean, he’s somebody, of course. I just don’t know him. His name’s Jack Watanabe and he plays on the university basketball team. Laurent and I saw him, ahem, play last week.”

“Really? That’s the guy who showed his hole to the, er, whole world? You know him? How? Why?” Jacques just wouldn’t let this go!

“I don’t know him!” Luc insisted. “I’ve only met him once. He registered for my wood carving class this semester but dropped it the next day.” (He’d actually dropped more than just the class but there was no way Luc was going to reveal that to Jacques!) He held up his hands, “That’s it! Really.”

“Uh huh.” Jacques’ eyes were narrowed. “You seem awful flustered right now, bro. I’m here for you if you ever need me. Yer my bi, I mean, my big brother after all.”

“Haha.” Luc’s face was so hot! “Can you drop it? We should get back inside before Aimée wonders what happened to us.”

“Aw, she’s fine. And it’s too hot in there anyways,” Jacques mused, leaning against the railing next to him and folding his arms. He was silent for so long that Luc found himself studying him closely. It was a bit of an eye-opening experience because he realized his ‘little’ brother had really filled out over the past couple of years. Jacques might be younger than Luc but he was built much heavier and worked out at the gym a lot. His biceps were about ready to bust out of his flannel shirt.

Finally, Jacques stirred, taking a deep breath and exhaling as he gazed out on the harbor. What he said next startled Luc. “You know I don’t think I’ve ever told you how impressed I am with you, bud. And Aimée, too. You both have really done great. I know it’s hard bein’ an artist these days. I’m impressed by yer talent. I wish I had even half of it.”

Luc stared at his brother in wonder. Jacques wasn’t normally one to be forthcoming with praise. In fact, he wasn’t very forthcoming with anything. Getting two words out of him was a challenge most days.

“Thanks, Jacques,” he said, wondering if maybe the guy was drunk and that was the reason he was acting like this. “That means a lot. And I’m proud of you, too. You’re only twenty-six and already own your own business. That’s an accomplishment right there! You’re just as talented as me, only in different ways.”

Jacques regarded him for a long time before looking back out over the harbor. The foghorn sounded mournfully in the distance and Luc realized that mist was creeping in from the ocean. It would soon engulf the harbor and the town. 

Jacques smiled, “I’m glad we’re brothers, Luc.” He nudged him with his hulking shoulder. “I feel like I lucked out with you as my big, bi brother, and with Thierry as my gay twin. To say nothing of that silly little faggot Laurent and our feisty little Aimée. Ha! Ain’t we a family?!”

***

All five of the Fournier siblings met up in the pub down the coast in the small village of Courtney Downs later that evening. The fog was thick by then and Luc took the drive slowly. He’d insisted on driving his brothers because they were more than a little drunk whereas he’d limited himself to a half of a glass of wine. Part of him wondered if it was wise to go out at all but he was overruled by Aimée; she got the final vote because they were celebrating her big opening.

The four men piled out of his truck with Laurent, Jacques and Thierry making their way unsteadily over the gravel parking lot to the front door of the pub. When Laurent tugged open the heavy door made out of driftwood, the sound of traditional maritime music poured out into the parking lot. Luc smiled; a couple of his hockey buddies played in the band which meant there were bound to be more of his friends here as well.

Sure enough, a ragged cheer broke out when entered and his friends, Cedric and Simon, waved them over to their table. “Lucien!” Cedric bellowed. “Get yer skinny lil’ arse over here right now!” 

He stood up when Luc approached and wrapped him in a bear hug, patting him fondly on the butt. Luc smiled to himself. Cedric always got handsy when you got a few beers in him, a fact he’d used to his advantage more than a few times over the many years they’d known each other. Cedric would never tell his wife but he and Luc had made out a few times, even exchanging a handjob or two in the parking lot after the bar closed. Cedric was a good kisser, too!

Simon, on the other hand, was always tightly wound and only nodded curtly to him as he sat down. He did, however, ask, “Aimée’s coming, right?”

Luc turned to him and smiled. “Yeah, she’ll be here. She had to go home and tuck Jordan into bed first but she’ll definitely be here.” 

Simon relaxed visibly and even forced a small smile. It was common knowledge among Luc’s teammates that Simon was crushing on his sister, trying desperately to get up the nerve to ask her out on a date.

The crowd grew rowdy and the music got louder as the evening wore on. Knowing their audience, the band switched to playing sea shanties and Luc grinned as his friends drunkenly sang along. He was basically an introvert but he did enjoy spending time with family and friends. The icing on the cake was when Aimée arrived, sweeping in with a flourish as she settled into the chair between Luc and Simon. 

“I’m so glad you’re here, Brother!” she whispered, kissing him on the ear. She looked radiant, her blue eyes sparkling and her long, black curling with the humidity of the sea fog. “And thank you for dragging those idiots to my show tonight. At least, I think I’m thankful.” She pulled a face and they both started giggling. Turning to Simon, she dazzled him with her smile. “Simon!” she exclaimed. “You’re here, too, huh? I’m so happy. Now, would you be so kind as to get me a beer?”

Flushed with pride, Simon immediately got up to fulfill the lady’s request as Aimée and Luc exchanged news and gossip from the evening. When Simon returned with the beer, Luc decided it was time to give the two lovebirds some space and got up to take a piss.

He pushed his way through the crowd, laughing and joking with people he knew along the way. When he walked into the men’s restroom, though, he stopped in his tracks, staring in disbelief: Jack Watanabe was standing with his back to him in front of the bank of urinals. The jock glanced over his beefy shoulder at Luc as he entered, biting his lower lip and giving him what could only be described as a lust-filled stare.

“Dude! I’m so glad yer here!” he called out. “C’mere! I gotta show ya something!”

Before Luc could react, he leaned forward and spread his legs wide, arching his back slightly. His pants dropped and Luc blinked as Jack’s big, firm, round, voluptuous cakes parted and he was greeted for a second time by the view of his little brown pucker.

“Jesus!” he cried, putting his hand in front of his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you stalking me or something?”

He turned to go but somehow Jack managed to shuffle over and catch him by the arm before he could flee. He swung Luc around to face him and Luc’s cheeks flushed crimson at the sight of the jock’s long, thick, uncircumcised member dangling like a heavy log between his smooth thighs. His mouth fell open, nostrils filling both with Jack’s potent man-stink and the salty, tangy scent of bladderwrack.

Jack seemed to become aware of just how compromised he was at that moment and froze. His stubbly cheeks went from pink to red in seconds as he stood there, fish-mouthing. Finally, he managed to stammer, “I-I-It’s not what it looks like! I ain’t no stalker! I juss wanna–”

Before he could finish, the door swung open behind them and Jacques’ voice rang out, taunting, “Well, well, well! What do we have here?”

They spun around to find all three of Luc’s brothers standing behind them. Jacques looked amused but Thierry and Laurent’s faces were twisted with jealousy. Without thinking, Luc reacted by kneeling down and grabbing Jack’s jeans from around his ankles, trying desperately to pull them up and cover those big, bouncy buttocks. The only problem was this put said buttocks directly in his face and he was momentarily astounded by their proximity. He’d never been that close to a man’s ass quite so ripe and luscious before and was momentarily mesmerized. He recovered quickly, though, stuffing those giant buns into Jack’s overstretched pants, but not before his brothers registered his reaction.

“We thought we saw him,” Thierry pointed at Jack, “sneaking in here and got suspicious when you darted in a moment later. Care to explain what’s going on, bro?”

“I didn’t follow him! I didn’t even know he was here! And nothing’s going on!” Luc insisted. He was vaguely aware of Jack’s shoulders sagging as he uttered these words but didn’t have the time to dwell on it. “I don’t even know him!”

“And yet every time you’re with him,” Laurent pointed out, “he’s naked. How come?”

“That’s not true and you know it!” Luc persisted. “It’s not like I made his shorts rip during the basketball game or I caused the wind to blow up his robe tonight! I’m innocent! I don’t know why the fuck he keeps exposing himself! It’s creepy!”

“I’m not creepy!” Jack protested, sounding hurt. “Really! I’m not a creep!” He’d clapped his hands over his crotch but his big, bulging ass cheeks were still mostly sticking out of his unzipped pants. “You just won’t let me explain!”

“What could possibly explain your prurient need to expose yourself to me all the time?” Luc demanded. “I’m tired of it! Now get out of here!” He pointed to the door.

Jack hung his head, grumbling, “I ain’t disgustin’, bro. There ain’t nuthin’ disgustin’ ‘bout me or my body.”

“I would agree with that statement,” Thierry interjected, earning a poke in the ribs from Laurent.

Ignoring Thierry, Jack continued petulantly, “I need to ask ya sumthin’ is all.” He thrust out his lower lip, “Would ya finally let me?”

“I-I-I,” Luc couldn’t seem to make his mouth work. His face was beet red by this point and he desperately wanted to be out of this situation.

Jacques took that moment to intercede. “Bro? Luc?” When Luc looked over at him, Jacques’ eyes were soft. “Juss listen to him. Let him talk.”

Jack nodded gratefully. “Yeah, yeah! Juss lemme talk to ya!”

“Oh, alright,” Luc said, helping Jack to pull his jeans up over the significant rise of his bounteous butt cheeks. “Just make it quick. What do you want from me?”

Jack’s eyes fell to the floor and he grew suddenly bashful. “I, uh, can’t do it here. Not like this. It’s gotta be in private.”

Luc cast an exasperated look at his brothers, pleading, “Would you give us a minute? Maybe stand outside the door and keep other guys from entering until we’re done?”

Laurent and Thierry started to protest but Jacques grabbed them by the elbows and steered them towards the door. Before they had taken two steps, though, Jack stopped them, announcing, “I won’t do it here. I need more privacy.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Luc huffed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You just dropped your pants and spread your cheeks for me in a public restroom but you can’t ask me a stupid question unless it’s in private?”

“It ain’t a stupid question!” Jack insisted, stung. “I ain’t stupid, bro! I know ya think I’m dumb but I ain’t! And I’ll explain everything to ya, I promise. I know it don’t make no sense to ya right now but it will. I swear!”

“Bro,” Jacques encouraged, “just take him home with you! You know that’s what he wants! C’mon! I’m not even gay and I can see that plain as day. I don’t understand why you’re being so prissy right now. There’s a hot, young jock standing in front of you who keeps taking off his clothes. What more do you want? Just. Take. Him. Home.”

“No!” Thierry and Laurent barked in unison, turning on Jacques with outrage. “What the fuck are you sayin’?!”

“Yes!” Jack agreed, happily shaking his head. “That’s a great idea. Take me home! I wanna go home with you!” Before Luc could stop him, he bridged the gap between them and took him in his burly arms, hugging him tight. Lifting his lips to gently kiss him, he purred, “Take me, Mr. Fournier! I’m yours!”

Luc went rigid. He could see Laurent and Thierry’s stricken faces out of the corner of his eye. Clearly, they were very unhappy but this sudden turn of events. Jacques, however, took charge of them, shepherding them out of the restroom and leaving Luc and Jack alone. Jack clung to him, taking his hands and making him hug him back. Luc eventually responded, although his hug could only be considered tepid. Finally, he resigned himself to his fate and reluctantly led the jock out of the bathroom. They made their way across the crowded bar with Luc’s cheeks burning all the while. He felt like he was taking the walk of shame, especially with Jack holding his hand tightly and trailing along behind him like a lovesick puppy with his big ass cheeks still mostly hanging out of the back of his jeans.

He’d never live this one down!

***

Chapter 3

“Do you mind if I get more comfortable?” Jack asked as soon as they entered Luc’s cabin by the sea.

Luc looked over and flushed when he saw the jock was already tugging down his pants. He crossed his arms, “Can I stop you?”

“Nope.” Jack stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his shirt, holding out his arms and presenting his broad, muscular and very naked body for Luc’s inspection. His big, floppy cock and saggy balls were swinging proudly between his thicc, shaved thighs. “Ahhhh, I feel so much better. Except…” His voice trailed off as he pulled a green jockstrap out of his pocket and bent over to step into it. “You don’t seem to care much for my goods up front, but this,” he presented Luc with his ripe, juicy ass, “gets yer attention every time. Am I wrong?”

Luc looked away but not before his gaze landed lovingly, if briefly, on those magnificent cakes, “Um, no, you’re not wrong. That’s, uh, quite a caboose you got back there.”

Jack pumped his fist in exultation, “Finally! Jesus, bro! I was worried I was wrong ‘bout you. Yer the first guy I’ve met who’s been able to hold out this long against my charms.” He sauntered over to him and took him once again in his big, bulging arms and lowered his face against Luc’s neck, sighing, “I’ve been wantin’ this forever!”

Hard. And soft. And warm. God, Jack was so warm! 

It made him forget the obvious question that came to mind with Jack’s words: Just how long was ‘forever’? He was puzzled by so many things having to do with Jack Watanabe but he just didn’t have it in him to get to the, er, bottom of everything right now. Not when Jack was doing his best to seduce him. And, quite honestly, he was finally ready to be seduced. Jack had worn him down. He simply couldn’t keep avoiding the attraction he felt for this big, sexy, dumb jock.

Luc pressed himself into the jock’s eager, firm body and didn’t resist when Jack moved his hands down to his butt, encouraging him to squeeze his hefty cakes. “They’re yers, bro,” he murmured, kissing Luc softly and sending thrills down his spine. “All yers. I never woulda guessed yer a top.”

“I’m not really anything,” Luc confessed before admitting, “Or maybe I’m a little bit of everything?” He leaned into Jack’s warm shoulder. “I’m a bit of a mess, actually. Well, more than a bit. I don’t really know who I am when it comes to relationships or men or women.” He shrugged, “It’s why I’m single. It’s better for everyone this way.”

Why was he telling Jack any of this? He shook his head at himself. This whole evening, indeed this whole past couple of weeks every since he’d first met Jack Watanabe had been a total mind fuck.

“But you weren’t always a mess, though, were you?” Jack’s tongue caressed his earlobe, sending shivers down Luc’s spine. “Am I wrong? There was a time when you knew what you wanted.”

Luc pulled back to stare into Jack’s burning, gold-brown eyes. “How did you know that?” His eyes narrowed, “Who are you really?”

Jack smiled, that classic, easy smile of his, the one that had been on his face the whole time Luc watched him on the basketball court. “I’m Jack Watanabe, bro. The man of your dreams.”

***

Twelve years earlier…

Sixteen-year-old Luc Fournier paddled out from the harbor to meet his best friend Cedric. He was in his kayak and it was summer–brilliant summer!–and his cheeks were flaming with embarrassment and humiliation. He couldn’t believe he was doing this! If anyone saw him, he’d never live it down. 

He made his way toward Black Island as hastily as he could. It was the summer solstice which meant the morning’s tide had been higher than normal and his little kayak was presently being pulled out to sea as the waters receded from the coast. This was good timing, he thought, it would make getting out here fast and getting back fast as well if he planned accordingly and rode the evening tide back to shore. Speed was key! Based on his lack of attire, he needed to be as fast as possible. He cringed as he looked down at his naked body, kicking himself for ever agreeing to this stupid dare.

The ocean was cold but the wind was warm and the sun overhead was hazy. The waters flashed and sparkled in the waves and the scent of bladderwrack filled his nose. Bladderwrack was found in deeper waters so he didn’t encounter it often. Its pungent, salty-sharp odor, though, was distinctive and unforgettable. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, figuring that it made sense he’d detect it during a historically low tide. Parts of the ocean that were normally submerged were finally giving up their secrets. It was appropriate, he thought, because he was about to give up on a long-held secret himself.

He made it to Black Island without getting too close to any other boats and was fairly confident no one had spotted him. Even so, the logical part of his mind reasoned, his lower body was hidden inside the kayak which meant, to casual observers at least, he merely looked like he was paddling around shirtless.

Cedric paddled out to meet him as soon as he rounded the far shore of the island. It wasn’t much of an island, really, barely more than a rocky outcropping most of the time, but today as the ocean pulled back, exposing miles of rock, seaweed and wreckage, it towered overhead like a twisted castle of dripping wet rock. Its walls were covered by lank strands of seaweed and its rocks trickled runnels of saltwater. Crabs scuttled across the upward thrusts of its rugged boulders and, here and there, an orangey-red seastars glistened in a residual pool of salty water.

“Bro,” Cedric drawled as he drew near. “Aw, bro! You wore it! You really fuckin’ wore it! I didn’t think you’d have the balls but,” he craned his neck to look down at Luc’s crotch, “I can clearly see you do because they’re right there starin’ at me. C’mon, bro! Stand up and gimme the full view!”

“I feel ridiculous,” Luc admitted, cheeks burning. 

It was the truth; he did feel ridiculous. But his cheeks were burning from more than simple embarrassment. His cheeks were also burning because of the way Cedric was eyeballing him. He’d never seen his best friend’s face light up like this or his eyes brimming with desire. The old Cedric disappeared as he transformed into a ravenous creature, ready to pounce. He took an unsteady breath, unable to believe that he, Luc Fournier–the gawkiest, geekiest kid in the world–could have this effect on anyone, much less the boy he loved more than anyone else.

He found himself standing up in his kayak, no mean feat on a normal day but even more challenging with the tide waves buffeting the tiny craft. He folded his arms around his chest, swaying precariously and trying not to look down at himself, as Cedric made slow, steady circles around him.

“Purrfect, bro!” he praised, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Fuckin’ purrfect! Bro, yer more beautiful than any chick I’ve seen! Yer rockin’ that thong like there’s no tomorrow! And there ain’t gonna be no tomorrow for that succulent lil’ boy pussy of yers when I get done fuckin’ it!”

Luc flushed a deeper shade of crimson, feeling his very average-sized penis stand up in the pouch of the miniscule, nearly transparent thong. The string rode up his ass crack, caressing his ‘succulent lil’ boy pussy’ even as Cedric uttered the words. Only a week ago he’d had no idea that a boy could possess a pussy, much less that Cedric wanted to fuck his. Now he was douched and primed and ready, his butthole aching for its first cock. Cedric’s cock! What could be better?

“Let’s get more comfortable,” Cedric coaxed, jerking his chin toward the still-slimy shore of the island where he’d carefully laid out a thick, soft towel and a couple of pillows. “I wanna take my time fuckin’ ya.”

He beached his kayak on the rocks next to the little love nest and, climbing out, held out his big hand to Luc as he nervously paddled over. Wiggling his fingers, he smiled, “C’mon, bro! The tide’s not gonna stay out for too long and I don’t wanna rush this.” He pulled Luc into his big, strong arms and held him a moment before dropping his hands downward and fondling his tiny, tender and very eager butt cheeks and kissing him on the neck. “Have I tole ya how gorgeous you are? Mmmm, you smell so good! Like the sea breeze and, hmmm, what is that? Pine? Yeah, it’s pine. So good. So lovely.”

Luc couldn’t believe this was happening! Cedric and he had been friends since kindergarten but it had only been since he turned thirteen that he’d realized his feelings for his big, athletic friend ran deeper than platonic affection. As Cedric’s body had swelled with new muscles and his butt–formerly so tiny and pert–had grown thick and chunky, Luc had watched with breathless confusion. Why did he feel this way about his friend?

It turned out that the feelings were mutual. After catching him staring as he undressed one night during a sleepover, he’d winked back at Luc and jerked his chin, indicating he should approach. Luc had walked over on stiff legs, sporting an even stiffer boner, only to receive the following challenge: “I’ll tell ya what, bro. I’ll let you touch me anywhere ya want right now if you agree to meet me at low tide next week on Black Island wearing only this.” He held up an absurdly tiny piece of silvery pink fabric, barely more than a couple of strings and a triangle of silk.

Luc had no idea what the thing dangling from Cedric’s fingers was but he could tell it was something very naughty. Plus, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he would be basically naked if he put it on. There was no way that tiny thing could provide anything resembling decent coverage, even for a penis as small as his. If he agreed, he’d be going out in public basically naked.

He swallowed. When he hesitated, Cedric wagged the microscopic garment in his face, tormenting him. Finally, Luc couldn’t stand it and nodded once, giving his consent. Cedric pumped his fist and let out a whoop, stuffing the slick, shimmery, sleek thong into Luc’s hand and holding out his arms, “Go ahead, bro! Touch away! Nuthin’s off limits!”

When Luc got down on his knees, pulled down the back of his friend’s sweatpants and buried his face in his ass, though, Cedric was taken aback. He fell forward, bracing himself on his knees and moaning in bewildered ecstasy as the scrawny, shy, nerdy Luc Fournier ate his butthole with gusto. 

“My asshole, really?” he gasped. “Jesus. Fuck. Fournier! You slutty little faggot!” It didn’t stop him, though, from reaching back and pulling apart his blocky, hairy hockey butt and inviting Luc to tongue him deeper…

One week later as he watched Cedric disrobe before him, Luc was reminded once again of the forbidden taste of Cedric’s hole on his tongue. Cedric made a show of stripping naked, pulling off one piece of clothing at a time and tossing it coquettishly over his broad shoulders. Luc’s eyes widened when he bent over and teased off his boxers, revealing those hulking, heavy, ponderous globes. He swallowed drool. He wanted to eat that ass again so badly!

But today was Cedric’s day and he had other things in mind. Well, one thing in particular: Luc’s ass virginity. When he told Luc he wanted to fuck him, he’d confided that he was still a virgin, too. And so, he reasoned, fucking Luc would be good practice for when he finally managed to talk his girlfriend into giving it up for him.

Now completely naked and very aroused, Cedric lay down on the towel and put his hands behind his head, urging, “Join me, bro. Come lie on top of me.” 

For added incentive, he reached down and wagged his stout cock. That cock was already fully hard and dripping precum. Luc watched in fascination as Cedric’s slimy glans parted through the folds of his long foreskin and emerged like a glistening mushroom cap in the summer sun.

Luc lowered himself down, straddling Cedric’s wide hips. His breath was in his throat as Cedric’s hands kneaded his ass cheeks, working their way inward to pull aside the thong’s string and tickle his hole. He braced, arching his back and letting out a low moan.

“You cleaned up. Nice!” Cedric inserted a tentative finger, running it around the tight circumference of his little boy hole. “And lubed yerself already, too! What a good girl!”

“I did everything you asked,” Luc panted. “I did it all for you.”

“So sweet! So pretty! C’mere!”

Cedric pulled him down into his embrace, nibbling Luc’s chin and running his hands confidently over his body. Luc was alive to his touch, responding with purrs and whimpers and moans as he was touched in exactly the way he’d longed for Cedric to touch him since he hit puberty and his hormones went into overdrive.

They kissed.

Cedric’s lips were soft but persistent. He cradled Luc’s head in his hands, running his fingers through his thick curls and drawing him closer. Luc opened his mouth and their tongues met. Cedric moaned, running his tongue around Luc’s like the serpent from the Garden of Eden. Meanwhile, another serpent was engorged and ready, pushing its blunt, thick head against his behind. Luc felt the string of the obscene thong slide aside and then stiffened, splaying his legs out wider and arching his back. Cedric was really going to do it!

No.

Actually.

No, he wasn’t.

At that critical moment, Cedric’s phone chimed next to them and Luc watched in astonishment as his friend broke all the rules of sex etiquette and picked it up. Cedric squinted at the screen before throwing it down on the towel and cursing loudly, “FUCK! JESUS FUCK! NO WAY!”

“What?” Luc pleaded. “What’s wrong?”

“This is what’s wrong, Luc!” Cedric replied as he shoved him unceremoniously off of his lap and stuck his phone in his face. Luc’s eyes widened when he saw a photo of the two of them displayed on the screen. In it, they were naked and kissing on the shore of Black Island. Luc shook his head, both confused and amazed. The photo would have only been taken a few minutes ago! He swung around, scanning the horizon. He’d thought they were alone!

“My brother,” Cedric announced, pulling his t-shirt over his shaggy head. “My fucking brother! He musta followed me out here in the boat. Fuck! He says he’s gonna send that pic to Marcela if I don’t leave right now. Fuck. FUCK!” He kicked his boots before grabbing them again. “He’s such an asshole!”

***

Chapter 4

Back in the present day…

Jack was deadly silent after Luc related his tale. When he’d started, the jock was squirming around on his lap, doing his best horny dance, but he grew still the longer he talked. At the end, Luc looked up and was surprised to see tears in the corners of Jack’s eyes.

“What?” he asked gently. “Did I make you sad?”

Jack wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. “Sad and more.” He sniffled a little before continuing, “It also helped solve a mystery that’s been buggin’ me since, well, since like forever.”

“What mystery?”

Jack shook his head. “It ain’t important right now. I’ll tell ya later. All I can say is that it’s related to the question I’ve been dyin’ to ask ya ever since we first met.”

“And that is?” Luc couldn’t deny it was sweet seeing this softer, more vulnerable side of Jack. It was a nice complement to his usual showy persona.

Jack shook his head again. “Nah, now ain’t the time, bro. Don’t worry, though, I’ll get to it eventually.” He paused, gazing fondly down at him and shifting his big booty cheeks so they made better contact with Luc’s legs. He was heavy but it was a good kind of heavy and Luc found he enjoyed getting this ‘lap dance’ from Jack.

After a while, Jack prompted, “Go on. I wanna hear what happened next, bro. Tell me.”

Luc swallowed, not wanting to revisit the past but he knew Jack would pester him until he finished the story of that day so many years ago. Taking a deep breath, he said, “There’s not much to tell but here goes…”

***

Twelve years prior…

Luc felt numb as Cedric paddled frantically away. His friend didn’t even bother to say goodbye, didn’t look back once. No hug, no kiss, not even a soothing word. It left Luc feeling whip-sawed and, only after Cedric disappeared into the hazy surf did he wake up to the devastation roiling around inside him like a cataract.

He’d longed for Cedric for years! It had been excruciating. Every glance, every touch, every passing laugh or inside joke they’d shared had made Luc’s heart bloom with hope. The week since Cedric finally acknowledged his feelings for Luc had been the happiest of his life. He’d felt like a whole new person, one who could dare to believe that someday he and Cedric would be boyfriends. He knew that Cedric said this was only a one-time thing but he’d seen the way his friend looked at him when he stood up in the kayak. Cedric’s eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he saw Luc’s naked body, clothed only in the briefest of thongs. And he’d seen the hulking bulge in his shorts. Between those two reactions, he knew that Cedric wanted him and wanted him badly.

Now what?

He hung his head, shivering and feeling ridiculous in the skimpy thong. Dropping his hands over his crotch, he worried that Cedric’s brother was still lurking about, ready to take more incriminating photos of him. What if he sent them to Luc’s parents? Or, worse, what if he shared them with Luc’s classmates? 

A different boy than Luc might have shrugged this off. After all, being gay wasn’t exactly unheard of, even in a small coastal town like his. Sure, he didn’t know any other gay kids at school but he’d heard rumors. The problem was that Luc was a very conscientious boy who took his position as the oldest sibling in his family very seriously. He felt like it was his duty to uphold the rules and maintain discipline when his parents weren’t around. And he was also a devout Catholic and he knew the church’s position on homosexuality quite well. If it got out that he was paddling around naked in broad daylight and messing around with his best friend…

He was already filled with self-loathing as it was and he could feel his fragile sense of self crumbling. He dropped to his knees and held his face in his hands, weeping openly. God, could his life get any worse? Would Cedric even talk to him after this? Would they still even be friends? Luc couldn’t imagine life without Cedric. They’d been inseparable for as long as Luc could remember.

Eventually, his tears ran dry and he took a shuddering breath, looking down at himself with revulsion. His gaze landed on the ridiculous thong, clinging to his tiny prick, making his lack of size down there even more apparent. He hated himself right then, hated everything about himself. Why couldn’t he have been born normal like every other boy? Why did he feel such a strong attraction to Cedric and only a mild tug of interest around girls? Oh, how he wished he could change himself! He just wanted to be normal and instead just felt stupid and laughable.

He stood up and tore the thong off, wadding it up and throwing it into the salty water. The pink thong–sodden with his precum, its string marked incriminatingly by his butthole–landed with a plop in a clump of bladderwrack floating on the surface of the sea. He watched as the ugly garment became wrapped up in the seaweed, the receding tidewaters gradually pulling it out to sea.

“Good riddance,” he murmured under his breath. “From now on, I’m going to be normal!”

It was strange. Almost as soon as he uttered the words, he felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders. It was almost miraculous. He smiled, feeling like his dreams had been answered. When he exhaled and watched the thong disappear in the tangle of seaweed, he felt a hundred pounds lighter. And what was even better, he didn’t give a fuck about Cedric anymore.

He was free at last!

***

Back in the present day…

Jack looked down at him skeptically. “Really, bro? That’s all it took?”

Luc nodded, “Yeah, actually. From that day forward, I barely looked at Cedric again. I started dating girls and, yeah, I’m bi but I’m mostly straight.”

“Reeeeeaaaallly?” Jack drawled sarcastically. “Sublimate much, bro?” Luc blinked, startled that Jack even knew the word, much less how to use it in a sentence. Jack read the disbelief on his face and grimaced, “I already tole ya I ain’t dumb, bro. I might look like a big, dumb himbo but that’s yer fault, not mine.” He tapped his index finger against his temple, “I’m smart. Way smarter than you, at least.”

Now it was Luc’s turn to drawl, “Reeeeaaaallly? And just how am I to blame for, well, anything here?” He gestured at Jack’s big, slutty, undulating body–the jock had resumed writhing on his lap like a vixen in heat as soon as he’d finished telling the rest of his story. “I don’t even know you.”

“Now there’s where yer wrong,” Jack corrected. “Our lives are intertwined, bro. We’re like the land and the sea, you an’ me. We go way back.”

“Uh huh.”

Jack’s mouth quirked, “You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.”

“Alright, bro,” Jack warned. “I’d hoped it wouldn’t go this way but looks like I gotta use the nuclear option here.”

“Nuclear option? What the fuck are you talking about?”

But Jack’s gaze had gone all dreamy. As Luc stared up at him, he lowered his mouth. Only when their lips were inches apart did his eyes snap back into focus. Luc braced, surprised by the sudden sharpness in Jack’s gaze.

“Close yer eyes, bro,” he ordered. “We’re gonna finish this story once and for all tonight! I’m gonna rewrite history.”

Before Luc could pull away, Jack’s lips met his own and the jock forced his tongue inside his mouth. Luc’s vision swam as that hot, blunt piece of coiled muscle forced its way into him. He moaned and tasted sea salt and bladderwrack.

***

Twelve years prior…

Cedric texted him the next day. >>Babe?<< the message read, >>can u meet up? We gotta talk about yesterday. Meet me at the boardwalk at noon<<

Luc idly scratched his armpit, confused. Babe? WTF?! What did Cedric want to talk about? He rolled over in bed, feeling muzzy-headed. It was difficult to remember anything about yesterday. What was Cedric on about?

>>Sure<< he typed. >>c u there. And never call me babe again.<<

If nothing else, a trip to the boardwalk would be a good opportunity to look at girls before his shift at the ice shop. The boardwalk was crawling with pretty, young women in the summer as the town flooded with tourists. He grinned lazily to himself, reaching down to cup his balls. Yeah, I could stand to find myself a girl to fool around with. Fuck, how long has it been? He laughed at himself. How long has it been, Luc? Fuck, did you forget you’re still a virgin? Ha! Well, maybe today I’ll finally get lucky. His dick stood up at the thought and he stroked himself, clenching his buttocks and moaning softly so as not to wake up his sleeping brothers. Fuck, yeah! I’m so gonna get fuckin’ laid today!

Cedric was waiting for him on the breakwall at noon. He was eating duck poutine, the gravy running down his cheeks as he looked up at Luc. Luc watched as his eyes grew suddenly soft before growing dark, almost smoldering. Cedric’s eyelids drooped heavily and he jerked to his feet, closing the distance between them instantly.

“Luc?” he breathed, taking him in his arms and hugging him tightly. “You’re Ok, babe? Yer not mad?”

Luc pushed him away. “Babe? What the fuck is wrong with you today?” he chided. “‘Course I’m Ok! The real question is why’re you acting so weird?” He glanced up and met Cedric’s sultry gaze, taking a step back. “Stop looking at me like that, you freak!”

Cedric’s expression flickered between hurt, annoyance and confusion. He took a step closer but Luc pushed him away again. Finally, something clicked in Cedric’s head and he exhaled sadly, “You are mad at me, aren’t you? Look, Luc, I’m sorry! I really am! I shouldn’t’ve done that. I shouldn’t’ve left you alone out there, not after we…”

Luc was staring at his friend as if he’d grown a pair of cloven hooves and a forked tail. “Cedric,” he stated coldly, “what the fuck are you talking about?”

Cedric swallowed, “You’re serious? You really don’t remember?”

“Remember what?” Luc scoffed. “We didn’t do anything yesterday, Cedric. I was at work the whole day.”

By this point, tears were inexplicably filling poor Cedric’s eyes. He wasn’t about to give up without a fight, though. “Luc! Stop it!” He held out his hands imploringly, “We kissed, Luc! I…um, started to, you know…and we were gonna…do it. Finally. And then my brother–”

Luc’s eyes had gotten rounder with each word that spilled out of Cedric’s mouth. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About?” He held up his hands, backing away. “You’re crazy, bro. You’ve gone fuckin’ bat-shit crazy! You and me? Kissing? F–?” He couldn’t make himself finish without shuddering in revulsion. He cut the word off, left it hanging unspoken in the air between them. “Cedric, we’re friends, not boyfriends. Did you forget that? What about Marcela?” He reached out to place a hand on Cedric’s forehead, laughing, “You sure you’re not coming down with something? Or maybe you’re ‘coming out’ with something? Haha!”

Cedric angrily batted his hand away. Tears were sliding down his cheeks and he didn’t even try to wipe them away. He struggled for a long time to master himself before sputtering, “Luc! What the fuck happened to you? Why don’t you remember?” He paused before adding, “Or maybe you just don’t want to remember?”

Luc had had enough by this point. Turning on his heel, he stalked away, leaving poor Cedric alone on the breakwall with his half-eaten poutine. “You’ve lost it, bro,” he tossed over his shoulder. “Totally fuckin’ lost it. Go back to Marcela and I’ll try to forget this ever happened.”

“Luc!” Cedric cried, stricken. “Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

Luc merely waved him off without a glance back. What the fuck was wrong with Cedric today?

***

His shift at the ice cream shop started at two o’clock which meant he had enough time to grab something to eat before putting on his apron and twisting his wrist over and over and over to craft the perfect cones for tourists. It wasn’t his favorite job but it was something to keep him busy and earn a little extra cash during the summer. Plus, he got to ogle more than his fair share of girls.

Ordering some poutine from a stall–That duck poutine of Cedric’s had made his mouth water!–he nibbled at it while sitting on the cement wall next to the beach. The town council had had truckloads of beach sand hauled in from who-knows-where to create a tiny, white sand beach just off the boardwalk. It was big enough for a small beach volleyball court and a section for the bathers who crowded the place during the brief summer months.

That day was hot and hazy, much like the day before, and Luc amused himself watching girls in tiny bikinis run screaming into the cold water before they came screaming back out of it. Girls jiggled in the best places…

“Hey, bro. You busy? We need an extra player?”

He looked over to see a teenage guy around his age holding a volleyball under his arm. The boy was tall and lanky with dark skin and funny yellow-gold eyes that were presently squinting at him from under the brim of a baseball cap. He wore baggy nylon shorts and a baggy nylon tank top. And–he had no idea why he noticed this–his ears were the tiniest that Luc had ever seen. They stuck out from the sides of his shaved head like a pair of jug handles. He smiled at the sight of them. Everything about the guy screamed basketball jock. A basketball jock with little earlets, that is.

“Sorry,” Luc mumbled, gobbling up the last of the poutine and tossing out the empty paper tray in a trash bin nearby. “I gotta get to work.” He pushed himself off the cement wall and stalked past the boy.

“Whoa, dude! Look how tall you are!” the guy exclaimed, coming to stand next to him so he could compare their heights. “Yer even taller than me!”

“Yeah, so?”

The boy blinked. “So, you gotta play on my side, bro! We’ll kick their asses!” He jerked his chin over to a couple other guys who were standing on the opposite side of the volleyball net from them. When they realized Luc was looking in their direction, they put their hands together and dropped to their knees, pleading with him to join them.

When Luc hesitated, the boy pressed, “When’s yer shift start anyways?”

Luc looked at him through narrowed eyes, “Two.”

The boy’s eyes widened, “That’s a whole hour from now, bro! C’mon! You gotta play with us! Juss one game, K?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he knew it, the boy was dragging him by the arm over to the volleyball court and then Luc found himself staring across the net at his new opponents. “I’m Jack,” the Asian-looking guy said and then pointed at his friends, “And that’s Curt with the red hair. Josie’s the blond.”

Luc jerked his chin at the two other jocks, “S’up?”

Josie grinned. He was a tall, beefy guy who appeared to be the oldest of the trio. “Nice to meet ya. And yer?”

“Luc.”

“Luc,” Jack repeated, testing the name on his tongue. “Are you a Canadian, bro?”

Luc shrugged. “Nah, I’m American but my family’s from all over up and down the Maritime Provinces.”

“I knew it.” Jack was grinning and shaking his head. “I just knew it!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jack tossed the ball to Curt who caught it deftly before balancing it on the palm of his hand and lifting the other, getting ready to volley for the serve. “Nutin’, bro. You juss look like a Canadian. A French Canadian.”

“And what does a French Canadian look like exactly,” Luc pressed, his hands on his hips.

“Dark-haired, dark-eyed, long eyelashes, dark skin,” Jack replied, grinning. “Basically cute like you.”

Before Luc could react to this revelation, Curt threw the ball up in the air and spiked it–or tried to, at least–over to their side. Luc instinctively leaped into the air and blocked it, sending the ball ricocheting back over to the other side. Josey let out a surprised yelp and dove for it but he was too late and the ball bounced in the sand between him and Curt, leaving a perfect divot.

“Right on, bro!” Jack praised, giving him a high-five. “I knew when I saw ya over there you’d be a killer volleyball player!”

Luc grinned, smacking his palm against Jack’s, and Josey passed the ball over to him. Luc took his time setting up the shot and then served, doing a little airborne maneuver to fake the other side out. It worked and he aced the shot, sending it into the sand just this side of the boundary line. 

Jack’s mouth was hanging open and his grin was a mile wide. He jumped in the air and Luc had the choice of either dodging out of his way or catching him in his arms. He chose the latter and soon he was staring eye to eye with Jack as the other boy hung suspended in the air, held aloft in Luc’s strong arms.

He held eye contact longer than was strictly necessary and was startled to feel a frisson of…something…rocketing up his spine. He cleared his throat and awkwardly lowered Jack to the ground again. Jack bounced down, holding his arms over his head and hollering with victory while Curt and Josie looked on with sour expressions.

“I got dibs on Luc for my partner in the next game,” Josie called out, interrupting Jack’s happy dance and earning a scowl from Curt.

“Uh uh, no way, bro!” Jack replied, slinging his arm over Luc’s shoulders and pulling in for a tight, sweaty hug. “Back off! Luc’s my man and I’m keeping him!”

***

Curt and Josie lost that game and the next. Finally, Luc was forced to bow out, saying he’d be late for his shift if he didn’t go now. Jack was crestfallen and glumly set off looking for another partner. Before Luc left, though, he shouted, “I’ll see you again, Luc! We’ll be here when yer done. Come find us!”

Luc waved back at him, shaking his head to himself. That Jack sure was a character!

He showed up for work a few minutes later, dripping with sweat and covered in sand. The owner, Sandy, took one look at him and pointed to the employee washroom in back. “Go take a birdbath in there, Luc! You look awful!”

Luc’s face fell but he knew better than to argue and threw open the swinging doors, making his way to the back where he did his best to make himself look presentable. He locked the door and stripped naked, shaking out his clothes in the toilet and mopping himself off with paper towels. He swept the floor afterwards and generally tidied up, knowing that he’d hear from Sandy if he didn’t. By the time he emerged again, tying his apron around his lean waist, he was much more presentable.

“That’s better,” Sandy said, sniffing the air around him. “But you still stink. Don’t you have any deodorant?”

Luc lifted his arm and inhaled, shaking his head. “No, I don’t but I’m fine. Don’t worry. Nobody’ll notice.”

“You better be right about that,” Sandy grumbled. “Don’t ever show up for work like that again, though. You hear?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Luc pushed past her and, plastering a smile on his face, greeted his first customer.

It was a hot day which meant the shop was busy. Luc and his two coworkers were slammed, barely having time to look up at their customers to get their orders. At least it was cool working in front of a freezer, even if his wrist was killing him. He looked up and asked for the next order only to find himself lost in Jack’s warm gaze.

“Howdy, Luc,” he breathed, leaning against the counter and folding his arms. “Are you ready to serve me?”

Luc rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Jack?”

Jack’s tongue was poised on his upper lip as he contemplated the question, “A certain foxy French Canadian with curly brown hair and dimples a mile wide, maybe?” When Luc glowered at him, he amended, “Or maybe a cherry sundae. I do love popping cherries, you know?”

“God, are you done?”

“Oh, baby,” Jack purred, leaning across the counter and placing his elbows on the freezer case, “I haven’t even started.”

Luc cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. He was keenly aware of his coworkers staring at them and could feel the heat creeping up the back of his neck despite the fact he was standing right over the open freezer. “Uh, yeah, right. A cherry sundae comin’ right up,” he grunted, turning away from Jack and busying himself with the order. 

He fumbled the ice cream scoop several times, wincing each time he did so. He could feel the heat of Jack’s eyes on him but didn’t dare to look up. Finally, he drenched the ice cream in chocolate sauce and placed the Maraschino cherry on top, handing it across the case to the waiting jock. Jack’s lips parted and his eyes were slightly glassy.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, bro,” Jack purred, taking the sundae and somehow managing to catch Luc’s hand in the process. He squeezed. “Come find me after you’re done. Got it? I’m not leaving until I see you again.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Why the hell did he say that? Luc shook his head at himself but nonetheless couldn’t keep his eyes from trailing after Jack as he sauntered out of the shop.

***

Chapter 5

Jack came back three more times for ice cream. (“For Josie,” he said the second time. “For Curt,” the third time. “And for me again ‘cuz I can’t get enough,” the fourth time.) By the end of the shift, Luc was flustered and on edge. He hated how his heart started pounding every time the tall, lanky jock swaggered into the shop.

“You were a mess today,” Sandy commented as she doled out his share in tips. “What’s the matter with you?”

Luc shrugged, “Didn’t sleep very well, I guess.”

Sandy watched him through narrowed eyes, “Huh. Is that it?”

“Yeah, that’s it!” Luc said irritably. “Can I go now?”

“Be my guest.” When he turned to leave, though, she called out after him, “Be on time tomorrow, Luc, and no screwing around. Got it?”

“Got it,” he growled through clenched teeth, kicking the swinging doors open before him. He couldn’t wait to get out of there!

Jack was waiting for him outside. He was leaning against the side of the building, still holding the volleyball under his arm. “Think fast!” he said, tossing the ball at him and Luc caught it, uttering a string of expletives that only seemed to amuse him. “Jesus, the mouth on you, bro! Where’d you learn to cuss like a sailor?”

“My ancestors were sailors and fishmen,” Luc grumbled. “I come by it honestly.”

“Mmmhmm,” Jack intoned, looking him up and down. “I’ll bet they were damned cute sailors, too. At least the boy ones.” When Luc took a breath to challenge him, though, he quickly added, “Wanna play another game? It’ll have to be one-on-one ‘cuz Curt and Josie went back to the resort for dinner but they’ll be back later. We’re gonna cruise the boardwalk tonight.”

“Sure,” Luc found himself agreeing, although he wasn’t sure why.

They engaged in a very rigorous match, throwing themselves with gusto into the game. Luc was competitive and wasn’t about to let Jack win. He really gave it back to him and would’ve won if Jack hadn’t resorted to a dirty trick at the end. They were tied; it was the match point and Jack had the ball, ready to serve. Just as he was about to toss it up in the air, though, he winked, turning quickly around and pulling down his shorts. Luc stood there with his jaw hanging open as Jack mooned him. The jock wasn’t content with simply showing him his ass, though, he also pulled apart his butt cheeks and winked his butthole at him!

While Luc fish-mouthed, Jack pulled up his shorts and spun around, leaping into the air and spiking the ball over the net. It landed squarely in the sand at Luc’s feet, bouncing up and hitting him in the balls. He collapsed to his knees, holding his crotch and cursing Jack’s parents, grandparents and great grandparents in particularly creative ways.

“Bro, bro, bro,” Jack soothed, sauntering over and dropping down on his heels before him. “I can’t bah-lieve ya fell for that! The ol’ ‘boy pussy’ shot’s as old as man himself.”

“Fuck you!” Luc gasped, still holding his balls.

“If I’m lucky,” Jack replied in a silky voice. He straightened and held out his hand, “C’mon, bro! Let’s go for a swim.”

Luc glared at the hand but Jack ignored him, pulling up him onto his feet. He slung an arm over his shoulders before letting it drift down to the significant rise of his buttocks, squeezing them suggestively. Luc’s face flamed crimson as the crowds of people around them took note of their public display but he didn’t shove Jack’s hand away. Rather, he leaned into him, savoring the closeness. He couldn’t believe what he was doing!

Jack led him down to the breakwater under the pier where he removed his hand from his ass long enough to pull his tank top over his head and toss it down on the rocks. Luc watched him, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. He eventually removed his own shirt and threw it on top of Jack’s.

“What?” Jack asked self-consciously as Luc’s gaze raked over his mostly naked, slim body. “I’m only sixteen, bro! Gimme time to fill out!”

Luc looked away from the boy’s lean frame, cheeks coloring. The truth was that Jack’s body was much like his own, only smoother. Luc was already sporting whiskers on his chin and had a small but rapidly growing clump of coarse, wiry hair in the center of his chest. And a treasure trail was slowly but steadily creeping up from beneath the elastic band of his shorts. Jack’s skin was darker than his, too, and his nipples were bigger. His abs were super defined, running ladderlike down his belly and making Luc think about the tantalizing bulge lurking inside those baggy nylon shorts.

“My dick’s still growin’, too,” Jack added, catching Luc’s lingering gaze on his crotch. “I’ll get bigger, I can feel it. Shit, I think I put on another inch juss this month alone.”

“Why’re we even talking about this?” Luc rejoined, forcing himself to stop staring at the boy’s athletic body. “I’m not gay.”

“Well, I am.”

Luc stopped. What? First Cedric and now Jack? Was everyone gay all of a sudden?

“Don’t even try to pretend that you’re not,” Jack pressed, stepping close enough that Luc could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“I…I,” Luc stammered, red-cheeked and panicking. He knew he should get the fuck out of there, that staying with Jack was dangerous for him in so many ways. He put his hand to his forehead, feeling faint. Unwanted, a gauzy memory came back to him. In it, he was naked and on top of Cedric as his best friend cupped his ass cheeks, getting him primed to take his thick…

“C’mon, babe,” Jack said, taking him by the hand and leading him into the water. “Don’t think. Just go with it.”

Luc allowed the jock to guide him over the slippery rocks. Swimming anywhere except the beach was a hazard because the coast was rocky and the area around the pier was littered with sharp objects. He focused on placing his feet carefully on the glistening, black rocks while keeping his eyes off of Jack’s glistening, smooth body.

“The water’ll be cold,” he said unnecessarily. “And salty.”

“No shit?” Jack teased. “Well, I guess we’re gonna get cold then. And, don’t worry, bro. I’ll lick the salt off of ya when we’re done. Sound good?” He turned and stuck out his long, pink tongue at Luc, wiggling the tip suggestively. Luc shivered but it wasn’t from the cold water.

“The real reason I wanted to get you in the water,” Jack confided, “is to get my hands on you. And, of course, to take yer clothes off. C’mere.”

Before Luc could react, Jack grabbed him and wrestled him into the water. They fell backward, Luc landing on top of Jack. The cold, ocean water was an instant shock to his system and he wrestled to break free but Jack wouldn’t let him go. Instead, he intently worked Luc’s shorts down his long thighs. Luc watched helplessly as the jock succeeded in stripping him naked, pulling up his waterlogged shorts and throwing them into the surf.

“What are you doing?!” he demanded, arching his back in surprise when he felt something and instant pushing into the crack of his ass. “People will see us!”

“Who gives a shit?” Jack gasped. “This is more important. Your life’s at stake here, bro.” He forcibly turned him over in his arms until they were face to face. “Now kiss me.”

His lips sealed over Luc’s and Luc saw stars as the jock’s firm, confident tongue wedged his teeth apart and commenced a hard-fought battle with Luc’s own tongue. In the end, Luc relented and allowed Jack to mouth him to within an inch of his life. He only broke away when he was in jeopardy of passing out from lack of breath.

“Jesus,” he panted. “What was that?”

“That was payback,” Jack replied, still holding him in his strong arms and crushing him against his chest. His body was hard and rippling and hot as a furnace.

“Payback? Payback for what? I didn’t do anything to you!”

Jack only laughed in response. Then he reached down and pulled something out of the pocket of his shorts. Taking it between his teeth, he grinned, showing his canines. Luc’s eyes widened when he saw what was clenched in the boy’s pearly whites.

It was a pink thong.

***

Back in the present day…

“That didn’t happen!” Luc insisted. “You made all that up!” He tried ineffectually to dislodge Jack from his lap but the jock wasn’t going anywhere. His big, broad ass was firmly ensconced on Luc’s lap.

“It coulda happened,” Jack conceded, “And, honestly, it woulda been better for both of us if it had. But there is one thing I didn’t make up, bro.”

“And what is that?” Luc was still trying to wrestle Jack off of his lap. It seemed important to keep trying even if it didn’t make any difference.

“This is real.” Jack reached over on the couch and pulled something out of his discarded jeans. Holding it up in Luc’s face, he asked, “Does this look familiar, bro?”

Luc’s eyes bulged when the jock unfurled a tiny, shiny piece of fabric in his hand. 

It was a pink thong.

“What!? How?! Where?!” he demanded, pulse pounding. He never wanted to see that horrid thing again and yet here it was hanging delicately from Jack’s fingers.

“This little thing totally ruined my life, bro,” Jack revealed, smiling sadly. He spread his arms, indicating his big, muscly, smooth, overly bulked-up bod. “You thought you were gettin’ rid of yer problems by tossing them away but you only handed them to me.” He hung his head, “Sometimes I wonder who I’d be if it weren’t for this damned thing.” He tossed it down on Luc’s chest where it curled up like a dead spider and rolled down onto his crotch. “Well, it’s over now, bro. I’m givin’ it back to ya. Now it’s yer problem again.”

Luc couldn’t tear his eyes off of the thong no matter how hard he tried. “I-I-I don’t understand,” he stammered. “H-H-How did you get that?”

“I was ten year old the summer you threw it into the ocean,” Jack explained, amber-gold eyes locked onto Luc’s. “Just a naive little nerdy kid. My family was vacationing here and we stopped at the boardwalk for a swim. My brother, Killian, and me jumped into the ocean while my dad watched and my mom got ice cream, prolly from the same shop where you worked. Fuck, bro, you mighta even served her.” He snorted with laughter before continuing, “Killian dared me to dive under so I did. When I came up for air, something got stuck in my hair. It was a bunch of seaweed. And, wadded up inside that clump of seaweed, was this fuckin’ thong.”

Luc blinked, “Really?”

“Sure as I’m sittin’ here, givin’ ya a lap dance, bro.” Jack grinned, “I didn’t know what it was but I knew it was something dirty so I kept it a secret. I brought it back with me as a little souvenir from our trip and put it in a box in my closet and forgot all ‘bout it until I turned sixteen.”

“And then?”

Jack’s eyes crinkled, “Then I was horny little fucker who discovered a thong in his closet one day when he was jackin’ off. I couldn’t resist! I put it on and–Presto!–instant himbo!” He held out his brawny arms again, displaying his oversexed body. “The rest is history.” He frowned, adding, “But seriously, bro, you really fucked up my life with this thing. Do you have any idea what it’s like to go from a hundred-pound weakling to a two-hundred-pound gorilla with a dick the size of a peninsula and a booty match? Like, in a few seconds? It shoulda never happened!”

“That…that…that’s impossible.” Luc was having trouble breathing and he was fighting off a massive headache.

“And yet it did and here’s the proof.” Jack pulled out his phone and, scrolling through it, stopped on a picture from his photo library. Holding it in Luc’s face, he said, “This is me before I put on yer thong.” Luc squinted; it was a picture of a scrawny, shirtless young boy holding his phone up to the bathroom mirror and flexing a meager bicep. “And this is me post-thong.” He flicked his finger and Luc goggled at the massively swollen behemoth filling the frame. It was Jack basically as he looked today, only dumber…if that was possible. He was gaping like a startled water buffalo at the camera, his body exploding from the confines of his boy-sized clothing. His muscles were enormous but the giant anaconda tenting out his tiny shorts was what really grabbed Luc’s attention.

“Shit. Fuck. Hell.”

“Yeah, bro.” Jack scratched an armpit and sniffed his fingers. “My parents thought I’d been abducted and called the police. I spent a whole fuckin’ weekend in the pokey until they finally realized I was their son.” He shook his head, “And then I had to tell ‘em that, not only was I big, dumb, jock now, I was also a big, dumb, horny, gay jock, too. Fuuuuck. Happy times all ‘round, huh?” He pointed a thick finger at Luc’s chest, “And it’s all ‘cuz you didn’t have the balls to man up and become the man yer ‘sposed to be, bro. You outsourced yer manhood and sexuality on me! An innocent kid!” He lowered his head and Luc was struck once again by how adorable his tiny ears were. Maybe his ears were the only part of him that didn’t grow when he stepped into the thong? “I never got a childhood, bro. Or, at least, I only got part of one. I guess that’s why I’m still basically juss a big kid inside.”

“I…don’t know what to say.” That was an understatement! Nothing in Luc’s head made any sense right then. He felt like his entire world had tilted on its axis. The logical part of him knew that what Jack was saying was impossible…and yet the proof was right there on his lap. Besides, why would Jack lie about something like this?

Jack sniffled and wiped the back of his hand across his face, grumbling, “S’Ok. I mean, look at you! You’ve only lived half a life ever since that day.”

“Half a life?” Why was his mouth so dry?

Jack nodded, “Yeah, bro. You gonna argue otherwise?” He gestured to encompass Luc’s tidy cabin and neat life. “You got rid of yer sexuality but you also got rid of your soul in the process. Where’s yer passion, bro? Where’s yer, you know, yer balls?” He reached down and squeezed Luc’s crotch, “No here. You still got a baby pair down there. You need to grow the fuck up and be a fuckin’ man!”

“I am a man,” Luc insisted but even he could tell that he lacked conviction. “I have…some passion. I have my art!”

“Some? Pfft, really, bro? Yer art? That’s it? That’s the only passion you got?” Jack shook his head. “You might be an artist but yer still a little, confused sixteen-year-old boy who’s never had a meaningful relationship and you sure as shit don’t know what it’s like to be in love. Even yer body’s only half-grown. Shit, dude, I’ve seen yer brothers and they’re total beasts. You, on the other hand, still look almost prepubescent.” He flicked the thong up onto Luc’s chest where he was forced to look at it. “That changes now, bro. Tonight’s my turn for payback and I’m gonna make you into the man of my dreams!”

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