Overcast, ch. 15: The Old-Fashioned Way (Patreon)

Things hadn’t gone at all the way Jeremy expected, a frustrating outcome on several levels. Though the contract specifically stated that results weren’t guaranteed, it was only natural for the dark-skinned stud to be disappointed considering the astronomical amount he’d paid for the casting, to say nothing of the drastic impact the magical curveball would have on his life. As he held up pair after pair of altered underwear and inspected the rest of his similarly tailored bottoms, Jeremy was still processing just how drastic a change he actually faced. He’d immediately reached out to Casters Inc. for help, but since his current circumstances weren’t technically putting himself or anyone else in danger he didn’t qualify for an expedited response. All he could do was wait for the next ninety days, the expected time frame he’d been given, and try his best to get on with his life in the meantime. They’d at least applied a temporary bandaid to the situation in order for the mortified man to do the latter, something that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.

On the surface, Jeremy had partially achieved his goal. The thick, swaying cock and plump, heavy balls dangling between his well-muscled thighs were exactly what he’d hoped to gain. Having always sported a sub-par little rod that barely reached five inches, Jeremy had built the rest of his impressively imposing frame to compensate. Standing just over six-feet tall, he was broad and strapping, a solid wall of burly, rugged bulk. He’d been lean and sculpted in his early college days, but as his twenties crept closer and closer to their midpoint, Jeremy had shifted his focus to size. Staying cut and shredded would only get more difficult as he aged, and since he was well aware that he was compensating for a lack of size elsewhere, he didn’t want to risk slipping into “average” territory if his body later betrayed him. He knew that the bigger he got, the smaller he looked when his pants came off, but he’d always told himself that if he couldn’t be big between the legs, he’d sure as hell be big everywhere else.

And he was. Now twenty-five, Jeremy was bigger than he’d ever been, and far larger than most. His arms were like pistons, his pecs like the plump halves of a melon, and his firm, lumpy muscle gut somehow managed to look tapering above his thick, ample rear and pylon thighs. His forearms and calves were both rocky and striated, and his ruggedly charming face seemed to sit directly on the tectonic shelf that was his shoulders. By any objective account, the handsome hulk had more than succeeded in making up for any perceived package deficiencies. The mediocre bulge when he stood in nothing but his briefs was hard to complain about compared to the bulging muscle everywhere else.

Or at least it should have been. Despite his overall above-average appearance, Jeremy had come to expect the disappointed expressions whenever he stripped down during a hookup, and he’d long since gotten used to the smirks and smug glances from other guys in the locker room. He wished he could have said that he at least made up for his lack of girth with abundant skill like some of his peers, but even that claim was denied him. Jeremy’s size and stamina had been evenly matched, meaning his eager little rod popped off much quicker than he, along with his inevitably disappointed partners, would have preferred.

Which is where the caster came in. Since graduating and starting his career a few years earlier, Jeremy had saved every spare penny he could with one goal in mind. Instead of saving up for a house or a fancy car or an early boost to his retirement, he’d put it all towards the magical miracle, telling himself everything else could wait. He could room with Adam for a few more years, he didn’t really need a fancy car since they lived in the city, and retirement was an entirely foreign concept to his youthful mind. Once he fixed this single, small problem, once he had the dick of his dreams, it would all fall into place from there.

At first, everything seemed to go according to plan. Jeremy had been thrilled when his meager, barely-five inch cock had swelled. The unimpressive organ practically doubled, stopping just shy of a respectably thick nine-and-a-half inches, with a set of appropriately hefty balls to match. Jeremy hadn’t wanted to be freakishly large or unwieldy, and the size he’d been granted appeared perfect against the rest of his meaty frame. He was long and wide with a nice hang, and, though it felt awkward to acknowledge, the dangling log was objectively pretty. The bulbous head was perfectly shaped and the veins running along the inflated shaft were subtle, leaving him with a smooth, fleshy log and easily graspable balls that felt good in the hand. When he’d asked the caster to magic him up “the best dick in town” he’d been thinking purely of function, not form, which made the improved aesthetics a pleasant surprise. And when he discovered what came next, when he learned just how wrong things had gone, Jeremy was extra grateful for his penile pulchritude.

“Still can’t fucking believe this,” the brawny hunk sighed, slipping into a pair of canary briefs. The yellow fabric popped against his smooth, dark skin, the bright underwear highlighting the exposed, pretty package that dangled where a pouch should have been. Jeremy started to reach for a pair of shorts, but stopped when he remembered that they would likewise be missing most of their front. Hanging out in his underwear would have been normal either way when it was just him and Adam at home, something he tried to remind himself as he felt his inflated package swaying like a pendulum. He couldn’t decide if the t-shirt he threw on made things better or worse, and it was largely a moot point. While the straining gray fabric showed off the ample muscle on his powerful torso, the bottom stopped right at his waist, coming nowhere near the point of providing any coverage for his exposed organ. Jeremy knew he could have just stayed in his room, that he didn’t have to go out and be around his friend, but an overwhelming part of himself desperately wanted to. He’d wanted guys to acknowledge his new endowment, and they couldn’t do that unless they had a chance to see it.

He also wanted to see theirs. Stepping out into the living room, Jeremy’s stomach fluttered at the sight of Adam’s sleepy frame gazing out through the clear glass wall overlooking the city. His friend was built like himself, only about six-inches shorter and peppered by a generous dusting of jet-black hair. Unlike the taller man, the olive-hued hunk had started lifting early and often, swapping out his vertical growth for burly width. Adam was broad and beefy, with full, bearded features that would have looked intimidating had he stood as tall as Jeremy, but which landed as charming with his shorter stature. He was also hung like a horse, a perpetual point of envy until recently.

“Hey man,” Adam said, turning from the window when he heard Jeremy enter. If he was at all surprised to see his taller friend’s exposed equipment wagging in the open air it didn’t show.

“Hey,” Jeremy grunted, a longing of another kind pulsing through him when he saw the outline of Adam’s unencumbered cock bouncing against the front of his friend’s thin shorts. He’d seen the stocky stud naked more times than he could remember over the years, but he’d never craved the sight quite like he did now.

Adam grinned when he followed his friend’s gaze to his waist and saw Jeremy struggling to look away. “It’s cool, dude. You can look all you want,” he chuckled, popping his hips to bounce the hefty organ. His worn gym shorts were likely more revealing than underwear would have been, especially considering how the thin, weathered fabric hugged each of his ample cheeks. “I’m going to guess by your expression…and the fact you’re still swinging your meat around…that they haven’t fixed whatever the problem is?”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Jeremy sighed, transfixed by his friend’s outlined organ. He was so turned on that he knew he should have been rock hard, but his dangling log remained limp. At least for the moment. “This still seem normal to you,” he asked, nodding down at his pretty package.

“Normal? Absolutely not,” Adam laughed. “But normal for you? Yeah, of course,” he shrugged, walking over to his friend. “I know you said things shouldn’t be like this…that they WEREN’T always like this…but I don’t know what to tell you, dude. This is all I remember,” he said, clapping Jeremy on a beefy bicep.

“HHHNNNnn…” The taller man grunted, his untouched cock finally rocketing to life. The slumbering giant sprang awake as soon as Adam’s hand made contact, the intense rush of arousal making Jeremy’s knees go weak. He wasn’t just hard; he was already primed for an explosion. “Fu…fuck…that’s still…so weird,” he gasped, his eyes wide.

“Bro. Tell me about it.” Adam stepped to the side and reached out again, this time giving his friend’s arm a lingering rub.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuckkkkk…” Jeremy whimpered, his wide jaw going slack. He knew his face was contorting with exaggerated ecstasy, that he was whining and moaning more than he ever had in the past, but it was a reflex. In just those few seconds of having his arm rubbed, Jeremy felt like he was on the receiving end of the best blow job and hand job he’d ever experienced, while simultaneously being buried to the hilt inside someone. Instead of being mundane, the contact lit up every pleasure center he had, sparking a massive eruption almost immediately. Jeremy was still mortified to be helplessly spasming and spraying in his friend’s grip, but, at the same time, he’d never felt a fraction of the muscle-melting bliss tearing through him. “God…goddamn…” he finally sputtered when the explosions stopped. He saw Adam watching the twitching log just as intently as he’d eyed his friend’s bulge only moments earlier, and he couldn’t help but feel a sliver of pride beneath his embarrassment. “Before you ask, no, that didn’t used to happen like that.”

Adam shook his head and let out a low whistle. “And you DON’T want it to? Fuck, man. I’m jealous,” the hairy hunk said, pulling out another, equally sizable load when he rubbed Jeremy’s arm again. “You make that shit look like a blast. And I know it’s weird and all, but…it’s super fun to watch.”

Jeremy winced even as he reeled from the subsequent release. His friend’s tone made it sound like he’d simply learned a fun new party trick, not had his entire life turned upside down. He’d wanted guys to appreciate his thickened tool, but not quite like this. “Glad you’re getting something out of it too,” he panted, not realizing he’d set himself up until too late.

“I mean, watching is one thing,” Adam purred, reaching down to heft himself through his shorts. “A little hands-on participation is another.”

Jeremy made a show of rolling his eyes and sighing, but inside he was thrilled. His mouth had been watering the whole time, his desire to get Adam’s shorts off reaching painful levels. He hadn’t quite gotten to the point where he could ask or make the offer himself, but if his friend brought it up he wasn’t about to say no. “I wish you knew how strange it was to hear you say that,” the bigger man said as he dropped to his knees. He had Adam’s shorts down in a flash, his friend’s fat cock rapidly hardening between his plump lips.

“You say that every time, dude. But you’re, uh, not really acting like it’s all that strange,” the furry meathead chuckled, folding his brawny arms behind his head.

Jeremy didn’t want to pull his mouth away to respond. Instead, he clung to Adam’s muscled globes and bobbed his face with increasing speed, savoring every second. He could still touch other men without losing control; it was only when they initiated the contact that he was pushed over the edge, and in that moment it was hard for Jeremy to remember that any wires had gotten crossed at all. He knew on a logical level that his new fascination with all things dick-related was another aspect of the spell-gone-wrong, just like other mens’ increased interest in his own altered endowment, but he was so thoroughly content that it almost didn’t matter.

“Fuuuuuuck, dude…doesn’t…doesn’t feel strange, either,” Adam grunted, nearing the edge. He reached down and rubbed the bobbing hulk’s buzzed scalp just as he came, eliciting a third explosion from his kneeling friend. Jeremy howled around the invading organ as he sprayed yet again, the stocky stud’s copious release spilling down his chin instead of sliding down his throat.

“You’re an asshole,” he coughed, wiping his chin after reluctantly letting Adam’s softening rod fall free.

“Bro…that shit’s hot as hell. Both of us cumming at the same time like that? Fuck,” the shorter man sighed, absently scratching at his furry muscle gut. “We have to figure out a way for me to get in that ass without you losing your shit.”

Jeremy was caught off guard both by the longing ache he felt at the thought, and the words that left his mouth. He actually had been thinking about ways he could get the other man inside him, but he’d never imagined a time when he’d be admitting it. “I think I’ve got a plan for that, but we’ll have to see if you’re a good boy today,” he said, his head spinning when he realized he was flirting with his friend. That mental vertigo only got worse when he grabbed some wipes and began cleaning up the sticky remains of the helpless ecstasy he’d launched all over the floor. Now that the furnace of desire at his core had cooled slightly, he had more room for things like his growing embarrassment when he remembered that such cleanup was a common practice wherever he went. Jeremy tried not to think about the bag he now carried everywhere, whether he was going to work, the gym, or just running errands, with its ample supply of wipes and towels. Since every explosion was just as potent as the one that preceded it, and since they could happen back-to-back in an endless stream, he had to be ready. It was only polite. Things would have been easier if he could have simply capped the eruptions with a towel or his hand when they happened, but since he needed them to be seen he was unable to do anything other than spurt and spray in all his unobstructed glory. He was like a walking water feature, ready to be set off at the slightest contact. “You ready to head to the gym,” he asked, feeling slightly worried when the anxiety that should have followed never arrived. Though he had to follow through on the impulse to be out and about in his exposed state, Jeremy wanted to at least feel nervous about it.

“I am now,” Adam nodded, his eyes still glued to his friend as the bigger man finished wiping up. They parted ways to get dressed, a concept that had lost a significant amount of meaning for one of them. “I’m just going to say it again, dude. I’m not so sure anything went wrong here,” Adam called from his room. “If there was a world where we didn’t start the day like this, I don’t think I want to live there.”

Jeremy caught himself before he agreed out loud, though the sentiment remained. As he slipped into a pair of pointless gym shorts, his fat cock and swaying balls falling through the large hole in the front, he actually wished he could have just gone out in his briefs. Or in nothing at all. The ridiculousness of covering his muscled cheeks while his package hung for all to see only emphasized his exposure, which, he supposed, had become the point.

That emphasis was strengthened as he and Adam headed out, the short, stocky man clad in a loose muscle shirt and intact shorts while his towering friend lumbered along with a pendulous package dangling and swaying in the breeze with each step. Though the gym was only a few blocks away, the short walk still brought with it a few close calls for Jeremy. Just brushing up against someone on the bustling sidewalk elicited a whimper and made him go hard, a state that was excruciatingly slow to reverse without a full release to help things along. Luckily, Adam was well aware of his friend’s predicament, but Jeremy was still torn when the dark-haired hunk rubbed his back and he found himself grunting and spraying in front of the gym. He’d actually been relatively calm on the walk over, even with his rigid log wagging in front of him, but moaning and cumming in full view of strangers remained a novel, not to mention embarrassingly enjoyable, experience.

That joy became momentarily mitigated once inside, where Jeremy was hit with the full impact of his altered existence. He and Adam went to a dedicated lifter’s gym, and the compact, bare-bones space was neither fancy nor conducive to privacy. The walls were lined with mirrors, meaning that, no matter which way he turned, Jeremy was left with a view of his thickened cock and all the men openly eyeing it. That latter aspect proved to be the most troubling for his workout, as he found himself constantly distracted while eyeing them with equal interest. Given the rugged, laidback nature of their surroundings, the majority of their meathead peers were in some state of undress. There was hardly a shirt to be seen, even Adam’s came off as soon as they were through the door, with the most common uniform being nothing more than a pair of small shorts. Jeremy was greeted by sweaty, flexing flesh everywhere he looked, his nostrils full of the deep, musky stench that he’d merely tolerated before, but which he now craved. As much as he wanted to be mortified, as much as he knew this wasn’t the outcome he’d intended, the dark-skinned stud was thrilled at the way he was ogled, feeling despite it all that he’d finally achieved the status he’d desired for so long. His huge cock was known and admired by men all over town. He swung it about everywhere he went, shooting and shooting and shooting without end, feats that no one else could boast.

As he went through his workout, Jeremy found himself wondering with surprising frequency whether or not he wanted to follow through with his complaint to the Council on Caster Affairs after all. He’d been horrified at first, but with each passing day he’d settled more and more into his new existence. The idea that had seemed so impossible, that everyone would just accept the way he was, had proven itself to be true. Strutting around the gym with his proud, aching cock at full mast for an appreciative audience, Jeremy was starting to think that, just maybe, he could lean into such a life. Even when he was spotting Adam’s bench press and one of the guys came up and rubbed his sides, causing him to spray all over his prone friend’s bare, hairy torso, all he did was laugh along with them. It was the kind of prank he would have found objectively funny had he been in their shoes, and he had the added bonus of erotic ecstasy to go along with his humor. Jeremy was actually thrilled to discover that his hair-trigger cock was a common threat around the gym, with the other guys delighting in making him pop off at their intended targets. And that didn’t even take into account the new locker room romps and frequent flings he saw himself participating in with his burly brethren, experiences that he already had a hard time thinking about letting go. True, he wasn’t fucking women with his fattened appendage the way he’d intended, but when all the pieces of the exciting, exhibitionist puzzle that had become his life were put together, Jeremy was rapidly realizing that maybe he’d gotten what he wanted after all.

“Dude, you for sure owe me when we get home,” Adam grumbled as they exited the gym. The olive-hued hunk’s hairy chest was still matted with the remains of his friend’s frequent releases, despite the shower he’d taken. “I’m going to be scrubbing you off me for days.”

“Hey, that’s not my fault,” Jeremy shrugged. “You know how those guys are…you put yourself in the splash zone when you asked me to spot you.” His stomach fluttered when Adam blushed, but he no longer questioned that reaction.

“What can I say? I enjoy the view,” the shorter man said with a bashful grin. “I also don’t hate it when you…I mean…” he trailed off, his cheeks going a deeper shade beneath his stubble. “Okay, yeah, maybe that’s still weird.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, refusing to let his friend off the hook. “What’s still weird? That you like a dude cumming all over you? You can say it.”

“Not just ANY dude. Only you, and only from this,” Adam spat, his tone defensive as he reached over and grabbed Jeremy’s swaying, succulent hose. The dangling organ went rigid in an instant, causing the bigger man to stumble as his knees went weak with the ensuing eruption. Heads turned at the sound of the burly meathead’s cracking howl, but Adam pointed the spraying log away from any innocent bystanders.

“I’m…I’m flattered,” Jeremy sputtered, wanting more than anything for his friend to do it again, regardless of how many people were around. He realized what a seismic shift his perspective had undergone, just as he knew the perfect way to cement his accepting new outlook. As soon as they were back home, the door to the apartment had barely shut when Jeremy grabbed Adam’s shorts and tugged them down. “This’ll only work if you do what I say,” he grunted, peeling out of his t-shirt while the shorter man did the same.

“Just tell me what to do,” the stocky hunk grinned, his wide, eager cock going hard as he kicked free of his bottoms and hurried over to the couch at his friend’s nod.

Jeremy finished stripping down before once again dropping to his knees and swallowing as much of Adam as he could. He bobbed his head until the other man’s rod was slick and glistening, at which point he stood and turned, spreading his cheeks. “Keep those hands on the couch,” he barked, slowly lowering himself. “I’ll do all the work.”

Jeremy let out a hissing groan as his friend’s hefty organ pushed inside, his own cock surging from the simultaneously familiar, yet foreign, sensation. The pressure at his core steadily increased as Jeremy rocked and swiveled his hips, the kind of gradual build up he was used to, even if the source of said pleasure was different. He’d never been penetrated before, and he didn’t know if the rapid reduction in the pain he felt was a result of the magic or just more luck on his part, and he wasn’t in the mood to question it either way. All that mattered was the thick, solid meat splitting him open, and the furry, groaning man it was attached to. Though the old Jeremy would have been more than a little surprised at the thought of having Adam inside him, the new one never wanted it to end. The relief he felt at finding a way to still connect with someone in such a manner, modified though his technique may have been, obliterated any remaining doubts about whether or not things had turned out the way they should have.

“Oh…oh dude…this is…incredible…” Adam groaned, his powerful arms flexing as his fingers bit into the sofa. “I can’t believe how…good you…feel…”

“Bro, same,” Jeremy grunted. “Why didn’t we ever…do this…before…?”

“You tell me,” Adam chuckled. “Probably would’ve been…too…weird…right…” he broke off in a gasp, his eyes going wide as he rocketed towards the edge.

“You really going to…pop…before me?” Jeremy asked, looking back over his broad shoulder with a smug grin. The thought that he’d finally get someone off before his own eager cock erupted was a kind of cosmic victory, the final sign he needed.

“Dude…fuck…you…” Adam hissed, grinning at his choice of words. “I can go as…as long as…I need…tooOOOOHHHHH!” The hirsute hunk tensed and spasmed when his friend gave a few precision swivels of his meaty bubble, exploding inside the other man.

Jeremy let out a long, satisfied sigh at the sensation of Adam’s warm release splashing against his guts. “What was that you were saying?”

“Okay…okay,” the stocky man panted with a dazed grin. “You got me.” Jeremy braced himself for the inevitable sensation of Adam’s hands landing somewhere on his body to push him over the edge, and he looked back with puzzled expression when that sensation never arrived. “Uh-uh, dude,” Adam chided. “You told me to keep my hands on the couch, so that’s where they’re staying. Give me a minute to catch my breath and we’ll pick up where we left off. We’re doing this one the old-fashioned way.”