Alex shot up on the bed, his increasingly buff body turning red from head to toe with embarrassment. “Oh, oh god, dude, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what I was…”
“Whoa, bud, chill out,” Chris laughed from the door. He cocked his head and stared at Alex long enough to make the other man increasingly uncomfortable. “Holy shit...you really ARE bigger,” Chris said, looking at the way Alex’s triceps popped as he supported himself on the bed. His friend’s trim waist was wider, and his thighs pressed outwards more than they should as they squished against his bed.
Momentarily forgetting the solid cock separating them, Alex flexed an expanded arm. “I know! That’s what I was trying to say this morning! It’s like I’m bulking up somehow!” He looked down at himself and remembered what he’d been in the middle of. “Shit, sorry, I should put this away,” he laughed awkwardly.
Chris waved it off. “Whatever man, you caught me doing it enough, it’s about time I got a turn.” He grinned from ear to ear at at Alex’s bashful squirming. “Never thought I’d catch you doing it in my bed, or in my underwear. That’s a little weird.”
Alex finally noticed his heart was racing. He hadn’t even attempted to cover himself, and the more he looked up at Chris’s cocky smile, the more his thickened cock throbbed. “Well if you really wanted to take a turn at catching you like I did, this is the place to do it.” He tried to make it a joke, but his tone was nervous.
“If you REALLY want to do it like I did, your form is all wrong. You gotta get comfortable. And you gotta ditch the underwear so you can get a good spread of the legs.” Chris let the silence linger for a minute before continuing. “Well? Get to it!”
“What? You…” Alex’s stomach fluttered and his face burned, but he found himself scooting back on the bed so he could stretch out. He leaned forward and pulled the briefs off before laying back, spread eagle, his aching cock pointing up at the ceiling.
“There you go! Give that a whirl.” Alex’s hand trembled as he reached back down and started pumping under Chris’s watchful eye. “How’s that?”
“Be...better…” Alex stammered. He had no idea why he was doing this.
“You’ve gotta really get into it, man. How many times did you find me just laying there?” Alex thought back to the times he’d caught Chris’s naked frame bucking on his bed and groaned. “You’ve got two hands...use ‘em! Work those balls and get your hips into it.”
Alex was flush with a mix of lust and humiliation when he reached down and started tugging and kneading his heavy orbs while pumping his hips into his stroking grip. He could feel his new muscles flex, causing his body to move in ways it never did before. Even the dick in his hand felt like a stranger’s, a thought that turned him on even more. He was squirming and writhing vigorously, all while staring at Chris who continued to watch with a strange expression on his face and a growing tent in his dress pants.
“Did you take a vow of silence or what,” Chris egged on. “Let’s hear it.”
This was too much. Alex opened his mouth to protest. “UUUhhhnnnnn….” he moaned loudly instead. “Fuuuuuuuuuck yes….yes...oh fuck...oh fuck….ohhhh…” Alex felt himself losing control. “Uhhnnn….unnnn….gonna….gonna fuckin’....cccuuuuuuuuuuuhhhnnn!” His eyes locked with Chris, Alex exploded. He rocketed stream after stream high into the air before it splattered across his expanding pecs. He was horrified at what he’d just done. Yes, he’d walked in on Chris jerking off, but he’d never stayed to watch him finish, or given him pointers. And he had no idea why he suddenly wished he had, or why he got such a thrill at the idea of Chris watching him.
“Chris...man...what the fuck did we just do…” he half laughed and half gasped.
Chris just shrugged his broad shoulders and adjusted the solid lump in his pants. “We? Looked like you were doing all the work. Just make sure you wash those sheets before I get back,” he laughed, turning away and going back into the other room. “I came back to grab my work phone, I still gotta run. Maybe “we” can do something when I get home.”
Alex heard the door shut and sat on the edge of the bed, confused. His thickened cock was softening between his widened thighs and trails of cum ran down his now-bulging pecs while he scratched his head with an inflated arm. “We? What the fuck does that mean,” he asked to the empty apartment.
*** What happens next? ***
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