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“Hey, so whatever happened to what’s-her-name…Erin? Kara?”  

“Erykah?”  Jeff kicked his shoes off and draped his carefully-hung work clothes over the back of a chair.   His baggy tshirt, whose sleeves and sides had been cut off, clung damp and heavy with sweat to his solid pecs and flat stomach.  After spending all day in dress clothes and a tie he felt like someone being freed from a straight jacket in his loose gym clothes.  “We’re not a thing anymore,” he said, shaking his head quickly back and forth and pulling a six-pack out of the fridge.  He and Dylan had just wrapped up their evening crossfit class and they were ready to relax and watch the game.  

“Really?  She seemed fun,” Dylan said, not at all surprised.  His friend went through women faster than anyone else he knew.  He understood why.  Dylan wasn’t gay, but he had no problem admitting that Jeff was objectively attractive.  He was a little on the short side at 5’9”, but this only made him seem less threatening.  Then throw in jet black hair, olive skin, a brooding, handsome face, and a killer body.  They both worked hard at staying in shape, but Jeff took it to another level.  His friend looked like he was cut from stone, with broad, round shoulders, and sculpted pecs that were covered in a light coating of the same raven hairs that were always perfectly styled on his head.  Bulging biceps and triceps gave him a matching set of strong arms that strained noticeably against all of his fitted dress shirts.  What didn’t strain against his fitted shirts was his washboard stomach that tapered alluringly to a tight, trim waistline.  His tiny waist only made the perky bubble butt all the more noticeable as it fought against whatever tried to contain it.  His quads were slabs of toned muscles, leaving his thighs wide and strong without being bulky.  Dylan did his best not to look at it, but he’d seen Jeff’s exposed package enough to know an average cock and furry balls were stuffed into his friend’s tiny boxer briefs.  Not that Jeff needed a monster rod.  His looks and body were more than enough to get anyone he wanted in his bed.  

Unfortunately his attitude usually drove them out just as quickly.  Jeff knew just how good looking he was.  He wasn’t aggressively an asshole, but to him women were interchangeable.  If one didn’t hold his interest, he could just as easily find another.  “Fun and crazy.  Girl was into some weeeeeiiiiiiiirrrrd shit.  And she hit the roof when she found out I was also hittin’ Tiff at the same time.”  

“Imagine that,” Dylan said flatly.  He didn’t approve of his friend’s behavior, but he also knew it was pointless to try and change at this point.  

“Whatever dude,” he said defensively.  “We never said we were exclusive.  I’m only 26, man, I can’t be tied down like that.”  Jeff peeled out of the damp tshirt and tossed it aside before flopping down on the couch opposite Dylan.  His gym shorts rode up as he spread his legs and his solid thighs spread against the couch.  He draped one arm behind his head, flexing with the motion.  His position also drew attention to his firm chest and impressive abs.  Even when he was just with one of his buddies he couldn’t stop showing off.  

Dylan shrugged, looking at the TV instead of the other man.  “It’s your life…do what you want.  But that shit’s gonna come back to bite you sooner or later.”  

*****

Jeff’s sleep was restless that night.  He kept waking up, thinking he heard a woman’s voice.  It sounded familiar, but far away.  He couldn’t make out what was being said.  Whatever it was had a chant-like, repetitive quality.  Instead of being hypnotic, the droning filled him with dread.  

When the alarm on his phone buzzed, Jeff woke covered in sweat.  He’d kicked all of his coverings free as if he’d been thrashing in his sleep.  “Ugg…that was the worst night’s sleep I’ve had in a minute,” he groaned.  He sniffed, wondering if the strange, pungent smell in the room was coming from him.  “Fuck…I should’a showered after all last night.”  Jeff rolled out of bed and stretched, scratching at the trail of hair leading down his abs as he peeled out of his clinging boxer briefs and stumbled sleepily into the bathroom.  He cranked the shower on and took a piss while the water warmed, trying to clear his head.  He couldn’t remember anything about his dreams, other than that they were unpleasant.  As soon as he stepped into the shower he tried to forget it all together by thinking about his last night with Tiff.  His eager cock shot to attention at the thought of the buxom blonde and he started pumping in and out of his hand.  His bubble cheeks flexed with the motion while his other hand kneaded and tugged at his balls.  He grunted and sprayed quickly.  For all his impressive looks, Jeff had never been that good in bed.  He didn’t have to be.  As far as he was concerned, as long as he was getting off that was all that mattered.  The women got to see him naked, so he considered that a fair trade.  Feeling satisfied, he went about the rest of his morning as usual and headed out for work.  

Across town, a candle was lit.  

*****

At exactly 10:17am, Jeff’s morning stopped being normal.  He’d gotten up from his desk to go pick something up off the printer.  This required him to leave his cube and walk to the other side of the office floor.  He made it to the printer, but as he turned to walk back towards his desk something suddenly felt different.  He stopped, unable to put his finger on it.  Then he looked down.  

“Wha…what…what the hell?!”  Jeff’s shirt was gone.  He still had his bright, striped tie around his neck, but now it was nestled in the patch of wiry hairs between his bare, bulging pecs.  

“You okay?”  

Jeff blushed when he looked back up and saw one of his coworkers giving him a concerned look.  She was a middle aged sales rep that he’d flirt with when he needed help with a customer, but he never intended to parade around shirtless in front of her.  “Uh…I…uh…excuse me,” he said, darting towards the bathroom.  He locked himself in one of the stalls, hyperventilating.  “What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck…” he stammered over and over again as he poked unbelievingly at his bare torso.  He didn’t understand how one second he could have a shirt on, but then it could be gone the next.  His first thought was that he’d left without one, but he told himself that wasn’t possible because he’d been at work for hours.  He’d had a meeting with ten other people first thing.  Even if he’d made it past security and through the lobby, surely one of them would have said something.  He leaned against the wall, feeling nauseous and dizzy.  

His phone buzzed in his pocket.  It was a text from his cubicle-mate, Bill.  

“You okay?  Sharon said you looked rough and bolted to the bathroom?”  

Jeff fumbled with his phone to unlock it and things only got worse.  The screen opened to his facebook page, the last thing he was looking at.  He started to minimize the app when his hands started shaking so hard he almost dropped the phone.  He’d just changed his profile pic to one of him and the guys from their night out the week before.  They’d gone to a ritzy bar to celebrate their friend Todd’s promotion.  In the picture he could see Todd, Dylan, Reed and himself.  His three friends were dressed to the nines as he remembered, but he was now shirtless.  He still had on the tight pants and a bow-tie around his neck, but no shirt.  All Jeff could do was stare at the picture while his brain refused to accept what it saw.  He gasped and nearly hit the floor when he pulled up the rest of his photos and saw they’d undergone a similar change.  Even his throwback high school photos featured a shirtless version of himself.  

“Jeff?  You in here?”  Jeff heard Bill come in but couldn’t get his mouth to respond.  “Is that you in there?”  

“Uh…yeah…” Jeff finally managed, his voice cracking.  

“Thought I’d check on you when I didn’t get a text back.  You okay, man?”  

“I…uh…don’t know?”  

“Are you sick?  Did something happen to someone?  You sound rough.”  Not knowing what else to do, Jeff swung the door open.  He saw the shocked look on Bill’s face and waited for the older man to point out his bare torso.  “Jesus, Jeff…you look like shit.”  

Jeff just blinked, sure he’d misheard the other man.  “Is…does anything seem weird, or, uh, abnormal this morning?”  Jeff nodded down at his exposed chest as he asked.  

“You mean with you?  No, man, everything’s been normal.”  

Jeff’s heart started racing.  “So I wear this all the time?”  

Bill cocked an eyebrow, confused.  “I mean, that tie’s a little much, but yeah.”  He looked Jeff up and down.  “Is this like a quiz?  Are those new pants or something?”  

Jeff couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  There was no way his coworker could be this good of an actor.  And that didn’t explain the photos.  “So the fact that I’m not wearing a shirt isn’t weird at all?”  

Now Bill looked really confused.  “A what?  Shirt?  On you?  No, of course not.  What are you even…where the hell did that come from?”  

“But…I should be wearing a…I mean….people wear shirts to work!  I had a shirt on this morning!”  Even as he said it, Jeff felt a twinge in his brain.  It sounded ridiculous.  

Bill sighed, shaking his head slowly.  “Did you do some weird drug last night?  Too much to drink?”  

“No!  I just…I went to the copier and I had a shirt on, and then…then I…” he trailed off.  Saying it out loud again made even less sense.  He might as well have said he drove to work on an elephant made out of pancakes.  And the longer they spoke, the more he was calming down.  He knew on a cognitive level that it wasn’t normal to be walking around his office shirtless, but it didn’t FEEL wrong.  Already he could feel his desire to flee fading.  “I think I’m going crazy,” he sighed.  

“Too much time in this place’ll do that,” Bill laughed, clapping Jeff on the shoulder.  “You look better.  Did you just have a panic attack or something?”  

“Or something,” Jeff said flatly.  He followed Bill back out of the bathroom, nodding sheepishly at Sharon.  Stepping out onto the busy work floor with no shirt on brought some of the anxiety rushing back.  He spent the rest of the day just waiting for someone to say something, but they never did.  Other than a few people who’d heard about his “freakout” that morning, no one treated him any differently.  

Jeff skipped crossfit that night.  Though the blinding panic had left, his constant sense of unease and embarrassment was exhausting.  The only thing he wanted to do was get home and pray that this was all some crazy fluke.  As soon as he walked in, he knew it wasn’t.  “No…no no no no….” Jeff had pulled off his tie and opened his dresser to pull out an old tshirt, only to find that there weren’t any.  Anywhere.  He scoured his entire apartment and there wasn’t a single shirt to be found.  Worse, it wasn’t just the digital photos that had been altered.  Even the framed, printed photos that hung on the wall now had him shirtless.  

His frantic searching was interrupted by a knocking on his door.  “Dude, THERE you are,” Dylan said, pushing past Jeff into the apartment.  “You didn’t meet me before class, you weren’t at class, and you’re not answering your phone.  Are you dead?”  

Jeff had been so desperate that he’d lost track of time, but Dylan’s arrival gave him a sliver of hope.  “Dylan!  Sorry, it’s been a….long day.”  

Dylan looked over Jeff’s shoulder at the mounds of tossed clothes scattered around his bedroom.  “Someone come over after I left last night?”  

“No, I wish,” Jeff said quickly.  “Look, does anything seem weird about me?”  He spread his arms to emphasize his lack of a shirt.  

Dylan cocked his head.  “Nope…same old jerk who leaves his friend hanging at class.”  

“I mean not having a shirt!”  

“You never have a shirt,” Dylan scoffed.  

Jeff sighed.  “Fuck…you too…” he muttered to himself.  

“Hey!  Fuck YOU too…”

“No, not fuck you…I…” Jeff shook his head, trying to find the right words.  “Listen.  We hung out last night, right?”  

“Yep.”  

“And we went to the gym, right?”  

“Still yep.”  

“And then we came back here, yes?”  

“Three for three.”

“And I had a shirt on.”  

“Aaaand you lost me.  Dude, what is going on with you?”

Jeff stomped his foot in frustration.  “Can I just see your shirt for a second?”  

Dylan actually laughed.  “What?  No!”

“Please!”  Jeff was actually begging.  “I just need to see it for a second.”  

Dylan’s expression changed from confusion to concern.  “I mean, if it’ll calm you down…” the strapping man pulled his loose tshirt off, exposing a torso that was thick with burly muscle.  

Jeff practically snatched it out of Dylan’s hands and managed to lift it to his shoulders, but stopped midway.  He physically couldn’t put it on.  “I….I can’t get it on.”  

“Yeah, duh,” Dylan said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on.  

“But…I can’t just NOT wear shirts!”  

“Of course you can.  How long have we known each other?  Seventh grade?  In all that time, have you EVER worn a shirt?”  

“Ye…” the word dried up in his throat.  “No…I haven’t, have I?”  

“There it is,” Dylan said cheerfully, slapping him on the back.  He looked at his friend’s awkward expression for a moment, trying to decide if Jeff needed a drink or a doctor.  They decided on the first.  

It had taken some coaxing, but Jeff finally followed Dylan out of his apartment and down the street to their usual dive bar.  Physically, the constant presence of the warm evening air on his exposed skin felt perfectly normal.  Mentally, all he felt was awkward and embarrassed.  Looking at the fully-clothed people around him, all he could think about was how exposed he was.  If anyone else thought about it, they didn’t let it show.  The bartender treated him the same as always, and the hungry looks he got from men and women alike were no different than he usually experienced.  

The drinks helped.  Several of them in, he was back to feeling like his old self.  “Alright man, I gotta head out,” Dylan said, pushing his stool back.  “But it looks like you’ve got a boyfriend,” he said, giving a quick jerk of his head towards a man who’d been checking Jeff out all night.  

“Very funny.”  

Dylan clapped Jeff on the shoulder and turned to leave.  “Hey, he’s cute.  Day you’ve had, getting laid couldn’t hurt.”  

Jeff watched Dylan leave, confused.  His friend hadn’t sounded like he was kidding.  When he turned back around, it was just in time to see the man coming over to take Dylan’s spot.  

“Hey man, so what’s your secret?”  

Jeff intended to brush the stranger off, but decided against it when he got a good look at him.  The man had a shaggy mop of brown hair and a trim beard that highlighted his bright smile.  He looked to be a few years younger and, Jeff noticed as he looked the man up and down, every bit as fit as Jeff.  His outfit was familiar.  Tight, thin tshirt that showed off his huge pecs and large biceps, coupled with tight jeans that showed off his sculpted ass and tiny waist.  Jeff had on the tight jeans, but he didn’t need a tshirt to accentuate his exposed muscles.  

Instead of ignoring him, Jeff smiled back and they started comparing workout notes.  The man bought Jeff another drink, and soon they were chatting away.  When the young man’s hand drifted to Jeff’s thigh, he let it stay.  And when the young man asked if he wanted to leave with him, surprisingly he said yes.  

Jeff’s mind was racing the entire walk back to his apartment.  He kept telling himself he wasn’t really taking a guy home.  When the young man threw himself at him as soon as the door closed, he told himself he was just drunk.  They traded sloppy kisses while Jeff peeled the young man’s shirt off.  He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have another man’s firm, buff body pressed against his own.  He was used to soft and smooth, but the aching cock begging to be freed from his tight pants told him that solid and rough was every bit as good.  

He had the young man’s pants down and wasted no time with the underwear, feeling a rush of insecurity when a significantly larger cock sprang free.  He grabbed it and squeezed, his heart racing.  Jeff hadn’t felt like this since the first time he’d fooled around with a girl.  Now, with this young, naked adonis in his arms, it might as well have been his first time all over again.  

He stroked and tugged on the long cock while the young man worked Jeff’s pants and underwear down.  Grinning, he pulled away and dropped to his knees.  Jeff gasped when his new friend’s lips wrapped around his oozing cock and slid forward.  The scratchy beard on his thighs was entirely foreign but entirely arousing as he looked down at the young stud’s broad shoulders in disbelief.  He actually WAS being blown by a man.  He had no idea why any of this was happening.  He’d never thought about a guy like this in his life.  Not that getting a blowjob from a guy would have been out of the question.  He was content to get off however it happened.  But the intense attraction?  The overwhelming desire to reciprocate?  That was new.  

The young man had barely begun when Jeff spasmed suddenly and sprayed without warning.  He sucked it all down and grinned up at him.  “That was fast.”  

Jeff felt himself blush.  Even for him, that was quick.  “Sorry….I, uh, I don’t usually…”

“It’s alright,” the young man said, standing and leading Jeff to the disheveled bedroom.  “Just gives us time to get acquainted.”  

Jeff’s stomach fluttered as the man pushed him down on the bed.  He was usually the assertive one, yet here he was, letting someone younger and more hung than him take control.  

“Is this your first time with a guy,” the young man asked with a cocky grin.  

Jeff wanted to lie.  “N…uh, yeah,” he admitted sheepishly.  

“You seemed nervous.  Someone as hot as you wouldn’t be otherwise.  Just relax, stud,” he said, draping himself over Jeff’s prone frame.  The young man worked his mouth over every bit of Jeff that he could.  “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he gasped, his hands clutching at Jeff’s strong chest.  

“You’re not so bad either,” Jeff breathed heavily.  His hands were just as eagerly drinking in the young man’s sculpted frame.  

“You could do worse for your first time,” the young man sighed.  

The other man’s arrogance turned him on even more.  That was usually his role.  He spun them over so that he was on top and mimicked what had just been done to him.  His tongue took it’s time tasting every inch of the smooth, tight skin and the bulging muscles underneath.  This was the kind of person he’d compete with at the gym.  Better built.  Better hung.  He’d go out of his way to one-up them, to prove that he was better.  Now he felt anything but.  All he wanted was the young man’s approval.  

“Whoa, whoa, it’s not a race,” the young man laughed when Jeff finally swallowed his bulbous cock and began bobbing his head.  “There you go…take it slow.”  

Jeff felt his face burn at being instructed like some newbie virgin, but he did what he was told.  The young man told him when to speed up and slow down, when to use his tongue, and when to grip tighter.  Jeff picked up the rhythm and the instructions trailed off into a series of quiet moans.  He was only dimly concerned about the fact that he had another man’s dick in his mouth for the first time.  It wasn’t at all like he thought it would be.  He’d always wondered why women were so eager to go down on him, but now he was starting to think that he understood.  He breathed deep, drinking in the young stranger’s manly scent, feeling like he was getting the hang of his technique.  But nothing could prepare Jeff for the sudden rush of fluid filling his mouth.  He swallowed as much of it as he could, which still left most of it running out of his mouth.  

“Everyone chokes their first time,” the young man laughed while Jeff sputtered and wiped his dripping chin.  “Good job, though.  You’re a quick study.”  Jeff blushed at the compliment more than the cum dripping down his chin and settled in bed next to the contented young jock.  “Look at you, with your doe eyes,” he laughed as Jeff kept staring.  

“Sorry, I just…I can’t seem to look away.”

The young man rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow so that he was looking down at Jeff.  He used his free hand to stroke through the wiry hairs on Jeff’s broad pecs and toy with the tiny nipples.  “By all means, keep looking.  You look like you’re ready to go again.”  He nodded towards Jeff’s solid, oozing cock.  

Jeff didn’t look away as he reached towards his eager rod.  He wanted the young man to wrap his lips around it again more than anything, but it was clear the young man was just going to watch.  Jeff had never done this before.  He’d been with girls that wanted to watch him do it, but it made him uncomfortable.  They could look at him while he was fucking them.  Jerking off FOR them just made him feel weird.  Now, weird or not, he grabbed and started stroking, never looking away from the perfect young specimen next to him.  

The young man’s laugh when Jeff came moments later sent a wave of humiliation mixing with the pleasure from his second, intense release.  “Well, it’s been fun,” the young man sighed, patting Jeff on his washboard stomach and hopping up from the bed.  “No, don’t get up, I can see myself out.”  He took his time getting dressed, letting the addled Jeff get a final look.  “You’ve got potential, squirt,” he smiled from the doorway.  Jeff barely heard the door click shut before passing out.  

**********

Jeff woke naked and confused on his bed.  His room was still a disaster from the day before when he was frantically searching for a shirt, and his bed was a mess.  He felt fantastic as he yawned and stretched, trying to remember the previous night.  

“Oh…oh shit…” he quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed his blushing face with his hands.  Memories of the previous day, and his evening activities, were rushing back.  Had he really taken a guy home from the bar?  His whole body turned crimson when he realized that he hadn’t really been the one taking someone home.  He’d let another guy pick HIM up.  They’d just come back to his place.  His half-hard cock shot to attention at the memory of the young stud’s perfect body and huge package.  “What the fuck!”  He gave a shocked laugh and paced out of his bedroom.  “No…I’m not fucking gay.  I’m not.  I was just drunk.”  He kept trying to convince himself, but the more he thought about the other man the more his dick ached for attention.  He was on his third lap of pacing around the kitchen when he finally noticed the piece of paper on the counter.  It said “Tyler” and had a phone number.  

Jeff wished he could ignore the flutter of excitement and wave of embarrassment when he realized it was the first time he’d learned the other man’s name.  “I can’t deal with this right now,” he said sternly, as if someone else was listening.  He jumped in the shower and tried to think of Tiff, or even crazy Erykah, but inevitably his mind wandered back to how good the scruffy beard scratching the insides of his thighs had felt.  He’d barely closed his fist around himself when he sprayed violently, thoughts of Tyler’s huge pole making his mouth tingle.  “Jesus…” he sighed, taken aback by the speed and intensity of his orgasm.  

He was able to finally shift his attention to something else when he went to get dressed.  He’d been so caught up in his confusion about the night before that he hadn’t given much thought to the fact that he’d have to go back to work shirtless.  Surprisingly, he didn’t feel at all awkward when he slipped a tie around his neck and felt it rest against his bare chest.  And without a shirt, the prominent bubble in the back of his slacks looked even more impressive.  It all felt so natural that he had to keep telling himself this wasn’t normal.

Across town, a candle was lit.  

********

It had taken Jeff some time to actually enter the building that morning.  He’d sat in his car, psyching himself up.  He knew he looked good; that wasn’t the issue.  He went shirtless all the time at the gym or when he was outside on the weekends.  But something about being exposed at work, and the previous night at the bar, made him feel insecure.  He couldn’t control who saw this part of him, and that drove him crazy.  

He was relieved as soon as he walked past security and no one batted an eye.  His coworkers said hello and good morning to him like they did every morning, and though he was squirming inside, Jeff did his best to act as normal as everything felt.  He still spent the first few hours waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Every time someone approached him he expected to be called out or berated for his lack of clothing.  What he didn’t expect was for it to get worse.  

Jeff was sitting at his desk working on a spreadsheet when he felt an unaccustomed draft on his legs.  He had to stifle a scream when he looked down and saw that, like his shirt the day before, his pants had vanished.  “No no no no no no,” he stammered as he stared at his tiny red boxer briefs and bare, hairy thighs.  He still had on his socks, dress shoes and tie.  

“Everything okay?”  

Jeff forced himself to breathe.  He had to answer Bill’s question before his cube-mate wheeled his chair over.  “Uh, yeah, I just screwed up this sheet,” he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.  He fumbled with his phone, terrified that he knew what he’d see when he opened it up.  “Oh god,” he gasped.  The profile picture that had been altered to show him shirtless now had him in just a pair of small black boxer briefs, bow tie, and shoes.  

His first thought was escape, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand.  Leaving meant walking past a busy floor in just his underwear.  

“You sure you’re okay?”  Bill got up and walked over, sitting on the edge of the desk next to Jeff.  “Is this another episode like yester…dude!”  Jeff froze, knowing he was about to be called out.  He pictured himself being fired, or even thrown in jail for exposing himself.  “It’s not Friday.  Blue, grey or black…you know that.”  Bill smiled and shook his head.  “You’re lucky the boss is out today.  You know how he gets about the dress code.”  

Jeff was sure he’d misheard Bill.  The other man wasn’t giving him a hard time for being in his underwear, but for the COLOR of his underwear.  Jeff just stared laughing, burying his face in his hands.  “I think I’m going crazy,” he said as Bill looked around to see if anyone was listening.  

“You said that yesterday.  Why don’t you go get some air?  I’ll cover for you,” Bill said, grabbing Jeff by a solid arm and pulling him upright.  Whether he wanted to or not, Jeff found himself being ushered casually to the elevators passed the entire floor of his coworkers.  All he could think about was the thin layer of red cotton outlining his cock for all of his coworkers to see.  He could feel his ass bouncing as he hurried his steps, eager to get away.  

“Is it Friday already?”  Was all one of his coworkers asked when they stepped into the elevator behind him.  He watched the older man look him up and down, his eyes lingering on the lump in the red underwear.  

“Tells you what kind of week it’s been…totally lost track of the days.  Must be working too hard,” Jeff said as casually as he could possibly muster.  The older man gave an absent nod and went back to looking at his phone.  

Jeff practically ran to his car.  He was halfway to the parking deck when he noticed Bill had shoved a bag into his hand before he left.  Opening the small pouch, he saw that it contained his phone, keys and wallet.  It further confirmed his fears that this wasn’t just a one off.  If he didn’t wear pants, he didn’t have pockets, so he’d need something to carry his stuff in.  

The thought sparked one last shred of hope.  He rummaged through his backseat and pulled out his gym bag.  It should have contained a workout shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and his sneakers.  “Fuck!”  He threw the bag back inside as hard as he could.  All it contained were his shoes, a pair of socks, and another pair of light grey trunks.  

“I’m going crazy.  That has to be it.  This isn’t possible.”  Jeff slumped into the driver seat and stared at his mostly-naked frame.  “I can’t just…there’s no way that me walking around in my underwear is just fucking normal!”  He punched the seat next to him in frustration.  He was horrified and humiliated at the thought of walking around nearly naked all the time, but as he scrolled through his photos again, it had apparently been going on for years.  He thought of what that meant, and all the school functions and meetings and family gatherings where he was just walking around with his bulge on display.  

He already knew what would happen, but he sent a text to Dylan anyway.  “It happened again,” he said, sending a picture of his new lack of clothes.  

“What happened again?  What am I looking for in this?” Dylan responded a few minutes later.  

Jeff’s anger fled under a crushing wave of defeat.  He debated checking himself into a hospital, but if everyone else treated him like this was normal he wasn’t sure what good that would do.  He couldn’t convince anyone of anything since everything was somehow changing to match.  He was trapped.  No amount of telling himself that none of this was possible changed the fact that when he opened his eyes, his washboard abs and sturdy thighs were still uncovered.  

He finally decided to do the only thing he could; ride it out.  If this was all a nightmare he’d wake up sooner or later.  And if it wasn’t, if this was somehow actually happening, he’d have to figure out a way to deal with it.  He was suddenly intensely grateful for all the hours he spent in the gym.  If he had to walk around in his underwear, at least he could rest secure in the knowledge that he looked good in it.  

Or at least he told himself that.  No amount of sculpted muscle could ease how awkward it was to constantly feel like he was exposing himself to everyone.  But other than some ribbing on the color of his underwear, he might as well have been wearing jeans and a tshirt.  

“You better not punk out on the gym again tonight,” a text from Dylan read at the end of the day.  Jeff’s nerves were shot, but he told himself that doing his normal routine would make him feel better.  He tried to believe that as he walked awkwardly down the crowded sidewalk, ignoring the amount of people checking him out on his way.  

“There you are!”  Dylan rushed over and clapped him on the shoulder when he walked in.  “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to track you down again,” he said as he followed Jeff back into the locker room.  Jeff had his shoes kicked off and his underwear halfway down his legs before he even thought about what he was doing.  It was a muscle memory, like he was just taking off his pants to put on his shorts, not stripping down entirely.  “So what was with that text?”  

For someone who’d spent the entire day almost naked, suddenly being actually naked felt more exposed than Jeff expected.  He quickly slid on the grey trunks, cursing how they fit.  The pouch didn’t have a fly, which left his package accentuated and thrust forward.  The light grey color didn’t help either.  “Oh, uh, nothing.  I figured it out,” he lied.  

“So what happened with that guy last night?  You guys hook up?”  

Jeff blushed and froze, totally unprepared for the question.  He’d forgotten that Dylan was the one who pointed him out.  “Huh?  I…uh…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Dylan laughed when the pouch of Jeff’s underwear twitched noticeably.  Jeff turned a deeper shade of mortified red.  “Good job, dude.  He was a looker.”  

Before Jeff could say anything they were back out on the floor, going through their usual routine.  He tried to focus on his workout, but he couldn’t get past the sensation of his pouch constantly flopping around.  To make matters worse, halfway through his workout the light grey material was so drenched in sweat that it clung to him like a second skin.  His entire package was clearly outlined to the point where the underwear might as well have been see through.  Behind, it wedged between his round, solid cheeks, accentuating each one and riding up until the bottoms of each were almost exposed.  

It was also taking all of his willpower to ignore the men around him.  He’d never noticed how attractive they all were before.  He wasn’t interested in one-upping them anymore, but he couldn’t think about what he wanted without really exposing himself.  Every time one of them would slap him on the ass or clap his solid abs after a set he had to bite his lip.  He told himself he’d think about it later and channeled all of that energy into his workout.  

“Damn, man, you killed it today,” a panting, sweaty Dylan said as he reached down to pull the prone Jeff to his feet.  Jeff had to look away from his glistening, shirtless friend.  Each of Dylan’s large, pumped muscles was like a flame beckoning a moth.  Unlike his own body that was built for looks, Dylan was built for power.  He was a towering wall of cheerful muscle; the definition of a gentle giant.  And Jeff was discovering how incredibly attractive that made the other man.   

“You didn’t exactly slouch,” he said, trying to ignore how his sweat-outlined cock bounced in front of him as they walked.  “Ugh, I need a shower.”  Ordinarily he waited until he got home, but the thought of spending any more time in the revealing underwear wasn’t something he relished.  

“Same,” Dylan said, casually shucking his shorts and underwear.  Jeff jerked his head away so Dylan wouldn’t catch him staring at the wide, squat hose that tumbled out.  He peeled out of his damp trunks and followed behind Dylan, unable to look away from the other man’s ample, shifting cheeks.  

The gym was in an old garage that had been retrofitted, which meant the showers were just a few poles with shower heads on them.  To Jeff’s equal parts dismay and pleasure, some of the other guys were already back there.  They talked about their latest workout and sports and Jeff did his best to focus on that.  He couldn’t believe how he felt.  Usually he strutted around the locker room like he owned it.  This was one of those situations where he used to be able to control who saw him, and he liked to show off.  His hairy, sculpted pecs and tight waist were worthy of envy, and he knew his face was one of the best looking of the group, as was his round, solid ass.  Now he felt none of that pride.  He felt bashful and insecure.  It was like the more clothes that disappeared and the more exposed he was, the more unsure of himself he became.  

By the time he was dressed in his red boxer briefs and back in his car, he felt like he was going to explode.  He was just about to pull away when there was a tap on his window.  

“Hey!  Glad I caught you!”  

Jeff wasn’t sure how glad he was to see Jake outside his car.  The shredded blonde had been catching his eye all night.  He’d thought the other man noticed, but now he was sure of it.  “Hey…what’s up?”

“Sorry to impose, but any chance you could give me a ride?  I think we’re headed the same direction.”  

Jeff saw Jake very obviously check out the bulge between his hairy thighs.  “Sure, hop in.”  

Any thoughts of going home were gone as soon as they started driving.  They made small talk, but it was clear they were both thinking the same thing.  “You want to come up for a beer,” Jake asked when they pulled up outside his apartment building.  “It’s the least I can do for the ride.”  

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Jeff said, his heart racing.  He couldn’t help it.  He was hard by the time they walked through Jake’s door.  

Jake looked at the tented boxer briefs, flashing a sparkling smile.  His bright blue eyes made Jeff’s knees weak.  “I get that too sometimes after a good workout.”  He turned his back and pulled off his tanktop, letting Jeff see the thick, slabs of muscle between his shoulder blades.  The solid definition formed a deep valley where his spine was and immediately drew Jeff’s gaze to the tight, perky ass.  Jeff just marveled at the other man’s striated arms and torso.  There didn’t look to be an ounce of fat on him.  

When Jake reached out and took Jeff’s hand to pull him close, Jeff let him.  He felt the room spin when the handsome blonde pressed his lips on top of his.  This wasn’t the eager, uncontrolled groping from the night before.  Jake was calm and in control, taking his time.  He guided them over to the couch, dropping his gym shorts so that all he had on was a pair of tented blue briefs.  “Let’s take our time,” he said as they fell together in a heap.  

Jeff lost himself entirely.  They writhed together, hungrily exploring each other’s body with their hands and mouths.  He didn’t even know at what point they’d stripped each other down.  All he knew was that Jake’s throbbing cock was in his hand, and then in his mouth.  It was about the size of his own, but Jeff wasn’t interested in comparing; it felt perfect in his mouth.  He worked the other man eagerly with his tongue until Jake whimpered and pulled it free.  

Jeff gave him a puzzled look as the other man tugged him into the bedroom and climbed up on the bed on all fours, wagging his muscled bubble.  “Come on,” the sculpted blonde panted expectantly.  

“Oh!  Uh…yeah, okay,” Jeff said, practically shaking with anticipation.  He clambered up behind Jake, stroking the other man’s back as he lined himself up.  He gasped at the sensation of his throbbing head just barely pressing against the other man’s tight hole.  He was already lubed from his own oozing and he pushed in slowly.  

“MMMMMMmmmm….” Jake purred, wriggling his hips.  

Jeff couldn’t believe how good it felt.  Fucking a woman was never like this.  The blonde hunk in front of him was like a bucking bronco by comparison and riding him made Jeff feel more powerful and masculine than ever.  Until he groaned and came a few seconds later.  He was mortified.  He’d barely pushed himself inside the other man.  “Gu…goddamnit…” he sputtered.  “I’m sorry…I…I’m new at this.  With guys I mean.  And I’m…”

Jake just rolled over, trying to mask his disappointment.  “Hey, it’s okay,” he said flatly.  “I should’ve checked to see if you were a bottom too before we did this.  Seeing you strutting around the gym I just figured you for a top.”  He gave Jeff’s thigh a reassuring squeeze and pulled open a dresser drawer.  “Ever use one of these?”  

Jeff just blinked at the hollow strap on.  “Nope,” was all he could manage.  

“Here…” Jeff let Jake put it on him and lube it up, feeling like he had whiplash from the mental highs and lows.  He’d just gone from feeling entirely masculine to totally emasculated.  “Ready?” Jake asked when it was lubed up.  

The excited blonde resumed his position and Jeff reluctantly picked up where he left off, feeling like a total failure.  He couldn’t believe that he was having to fuck someone with a fake dick because he came so fast that his own was basically useless.  Jake was essentially using him to masturbate at this point.  

The comment about seeing him at the gym kept rattling around his head.  All Jeff could think about was how he used to walk around the locker room like the Big Man on Campus and how he clearly wouldn’t be able to do that anymore.  The perfect ladies man was just a quick little squirt gun now.  And he wondered if word would spread.  This wasn’t some stranger he picked up at a bar; this was someone he saw often and who intersected with his social circle.  

His wondering was interrupted by Jake’s loud moan.  He watched the blonde’s tight frame tense and shudder, pumping out an impressive load.  Jeff had already cum again inside the strap on or the sight would have pushed him over.  As it was, he just wanted to get out of there.  

“Whew, thanks for that,” Jake panted, rolling over and stretching contentedly.  “You can just toss that on the bed,” he said as Jeff pulled off the strap on, his whole body bright red with embarrassment.  “It’s cool.  You don’t need to feel bad.  You’re not the first guy I’ve been with that came too early.”  

“This guy stuff is just, uh, new to me,” he said, unable to look away from the golden adonis on the bed.  

“Just coming out?  I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t have the slightest idea.  Are you and Dylan…”

“Dylan?  No, he’s very straight…” Jeff hesitated.  “I’m not…I don’t know if I’d call myself…”

Jake laughed and sat back up, grabbing one of Jeff’s solid cheeks.  “You don’t have to label it.  Just do what feels good.”  He led Jeff back out into the living room to get his discarded underwear.  “Any time you want to do this again, just let me know.  We can switch it up next time if you want.”  He gave Jeff a quick peck on the cheek and waved goodbye.  

For the second time in as many days, Jeff tried to wrap his head around the fact that he’d just had sex with another man.  Thinking back on it, he hadn’t even thought about a woman all day.  Granted, most of his time was spent trying to figure out why his clothes kept disappearing and the world kept acting like that was normal, but not even once had he so much as looked at a woman.  He got in his car and drove home in a daze, praying that things would be back to normal tomorrow.  

**********

The next day, things were not back to normal.  Jeff woke to an apartment void of any clothing except underwear, socks, shoes, and ties.  There wasn’t a single shirt or pair of pants anywhere.  His “work clothes” now only consisted of blue, black, and dark grey boxer briefs, a few pairs of dress shoes and socks, and assorted ties.  There was also no denying that he’d spent the past two nights fucking around with other guys.  When he pulled out his phone to check his usual porn sites, he discovered they all exclusively featured men.  

He tossed his phone aside in frustration and stared at himself in the mirror.  He was still the same, sculpted stud he’d always been.  His pecs popped, his stomach was ripped, and his arms were matching sets of solid guns.  He had the same tight, perky bubble that sat above his toned, hairy thighs.  He had the same masculine stubble on his high cheekbones that matched the dark, curly hairs dusting the rest of his impressive body.  Even his cock, though it wasn’t working as it should, still looked appealing as it bulged out the front of his boxer briefs.  Physically, he wasn’t any different.  Mentally, he felt worlds away from the ripped athlete in the mirror.  His arrogance was gone entirely.  All he could think about was his failure in Jake’s bedroom the night before.  What good were his looks if he couldn’t seal the deal?  He spent his days strutting around entirely on display, only to pop as soon as he pulled his dick out?  Jake had been nice about it, but he’d seen the look of pity and disappointment on the other man’s face.  

Just thinking about the sculpted blonde let Jeff test his stamina.  He was rock hard at the memory.  He pulled his underwear down and kicked it aside, staring at his throbbing six inches in the mirror.  He flexed, wishing he felt half as strong and manly as he looked.  

Jeff resisted the urge to jerk off.  He didn’t want to have to deal with another quick shot situation.  Instead, he picked up his phone and called off work.  After the events of the last two days, he thought it best to stay home in case something else happened.  

Across town, a candle was lit.  

*****

Jeff spent the morning putting his disheveled apartment back together and scrolling through his various social media sites.  He still couldn’t believe that he was looking at countless, underwear-clad pictures of himself throughout the years.  Also curiously absent were any pictures of him and former girlfriends.  Their numbers were even erased from his phone, apparently never having been entered in the first place.  Jeff could only bring himself to be slightly worried by that.  He was more focused on his increasing interest in the pictures of his male friends.  Guys he’d known for years suddenly seemed new.  He’d never given a thought to their looks before, except how they compared to his own, but now he was actively fantasizing about them.  He didn’t know at what point he’d started stroking his cock until it eventually occurred to him that he hadn’t cum immediately.  He was certainly turned on enough.  He dropped his phone and closed his eyes, thinking back to the previous day in the locker room.  Dylan’s naked, brawny body swam through his memory as Jeff imagined what his friend’s solid cock would feel like in his hands.  He moaned as he pictured himself burying his face between those solid thighs.  

Jeff writhed on the bed as the pleasure built.  He was starting to become concerned that he was experiencing the opposite problem.  No matter how much he felt the pressure piling on, he never came close to cumming.  

“Warming up already?”  

“Gah!”  Jeff’s eyes shot open and he bolted upright at the unexpected sound of Dylan’s voice.  His friend’s broad, muscular frame filled the doorway.  “Jesus Christ, dude!  You scared the shit out of me,” he gasped, catching his breath.  He flushed a shade of crimson when he realized Dylan had caught him jerking off while being fantasized about.  Even through his surprise, he couldn’t help but notice how huge Dylan’s arms looked spilling out of the tanktop he was wearing, or the inviting lump in the front of his basketball shorts.  “What’re you doing here?”  

Dylan gave him a confused look and pulled out his phone.  “What do you mean?  YOU texted ME and told me to come over.”  

“No I…” Jeff squinted at Dylan’s phone before pulling up his own.  His mouth fell open when, sure enough, he saw a text from himself to his friend.  “Took the day off.  Feel like coming over and giving me a ride?”  

“Are you still acting weird?”  Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Jeff’s thigh.  “You’re starting to freak me out.”  

“Starting to freak YOU out?  How do you think I feel?  I don’t even remember sending that!  Give me a ride?  Where?”  

“Dude, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately,” Dylan sighed, shaking his head in frustration.  He stood and made to leave.  “You drag me all the way over here making me think we’re gonna do this, but now you’re acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about?  If you don’t want me here you…”

“No, please, don’t go,” Jeff interrupted.  He sat up quickly and reached out without thinking, grabbing the waistband of Dylan’s shorts.  “I’m just…confused…” he said as his big friend turned around to face him.  

“So do you want me here or not,” Dylan asked firmly.  Jeff was almost desperate as he nodded quickly.  His other hand had drifted up to grab the waistband on the other side.  Slowly, he pulled Dylan’s shorts and underwear down, practically licking his lips at the sight of his friend’s thick, plump cock.  His body was on autopilot.  He leaned forward and sucked the dangling organ between his lips, elated at the sensation of it hardening and filling his mouth as he worked his tongue around it.  Dylan moaned softly and ran his fingers through Jeff’s hair, pumping his hips back and forth until he was rigid and throbbing.  “Ready?”  

Jeff nodded and backed away.  He felt like a puppet as his limbs moved seemingly on their own, scooting him back on the bed and flipping him over.  Dylan was on him before he could even process what was happening.  One second he was turning over and the next Dylan was inside him.  “OOOOHHHHHHH!”  Jeff howled.  In his shock, it took several moments for him to realize that he wasn’t in pain.  He knew Dylan’s thick cock should be splitting him open.  He’d been with girls before who had tried to get him to fool around with anal stuff, but he’d always said no.  The idea of being penetrated was repellent to him.  He did the stuffing, not the other way around.  Or at least that used to be the case.  He tried not to think about the implications of how easily his supposedly virgin hole was handling the other man as Dylan’s piledriving cock slid effortlessly in and out of him.  He tried not to think about how blissfully good it felt.  He told himself he wasn’t really whimpering and begging his friend to fuck him harder and harder.  

Two days, he thought.  In just over forty eight hours his life had gone from a normal routine to a waking nightmare.  Just a few days ago he and Dylan were gym buddies who would wingman for each other at the bar.  They watched sports and drank beer.  It was bad enough for Jeff that in the preceding days he’d found himself with less and less to wear, but to be face down on his bed begging for Dylan’s cock was another layer of torture.  Mentally, at least.  Physically, he felt better than he ever had.  Dylan’s huge frame towering behind him, slapping against his ass while his strong hands gripped his waist was more of a turn on than anything Jeff could remember.  And the sensations shooting through him whenever Dylan plunged his pole deep inside were white hot stars of pure pleasure.  

The old Jeff was screaming.  He wasn’t some eager little bottom.  His solid cock slapping against his stomach while Dylan pounded away should be the one doing the plunging.  He was built.  He was handsome.  He was in control.  He couldn’t let whatever was happening to him take this away, too.  It could take his clothes, it could leave him exposed, but he wouldn’t let it take the last vestiges of his manhood.  He clutched at the bed and told himself he was doing it to pull away, but seconds later let out a high pitched wail as he came harder than he ever had before.  He tensed and bucked while his cock sprayed like a hose, whining the whole time.  

Behind him, Dylan had latched on like he was riding a mechanical bull at a bar and kept pounding.  “Fuck…man…we’re gonna have to…get you a…saddle…” he laughed while Jeff just panted, wide-eyed and still squirming as the last of his impressive deluge trickled out.  “Here we…goouuunnnggg!”  Dylan gave a few deep, final thrusts and exploded inside.  

Jeff collapsed to the bed while Dylan pulled free and sprawled out next to him.  All he could do was blink at his panting friend in shock.  Part of him couldn’t believe what they’d just done, and another part of him already wanted to do it again.  Unable to stop himself, he leaned over to plant a kiss on his friend’s suddenly-handsome face.  

“Whoa!” Dylan laughed, jerking his head away.  “Dude!  You know I don’t go in for any of that gay shit.  I’ll hit that tight ass of yours whenever you want, but I’m not tryin’ to make out with another guy.”  

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry….” Jeff stammered, embarrassed by how much he’d wanted his lips to connect with Dylan’s.  When he’d been a hair’s breadth away it felt electric.  He wanted Dylan’s brawny arms around him, but his friend clearly wasn’t interested.  

“Hey, I get it,” Dylan smirked.  “Face like this is hard to resist.”  He stuffed his softened cock back into his underwear and pulled his shorts up before hopping off the bed and stretching.  “Damn, you ARE thirsty today,” he laughed when he saw Jeff eyeing him intently.  

Jeff turned bright red, both humiliated and turned on by Dylan’s cockier attitude.  “No!  I’m just…it’s been a weird…”

“Don’t worry.  Austin and the guys’ll be glad to help out later.”  Before Jeff could question, Dylan clapped him on the thigh.  “Come on…since you took the day off we can get a jog in before the gym.”

As he pulled on a fresh pair of his tiny boxer briefs Jeff wondered why he was agreeing so quickly.  Running through a crowded city in just his underwear was the last thing he wanted to do, but the thought of saying no to Dylan never entered his mind.  Instead, he pulled on a pair of light blue underwear and his jogging shoes and followed his friend out the door.  

Jeff tried to convince himself that his underwear wasn’t really all that different than a pair of tiny jogging shorts.  It was tighter, but it wasn’t anything you wouldn’t see at the beach.  And he knew he at least looked good in it.  That worked for the first part of their run, until he found his focus increasingly drawn to Dylan in front of him.  His burlier friend had ditched his shirt before they left, which left his broad, glistening back on display.  Jeff watched the way Dylan’s cheeks bounced when he ran, remembering what they’d felt like in his hands while his friend’s dick grew in his mouth.  That was all it took.  Jeff could only keep running, horrified as he felt his own cock start growing in his sweaty underwear.  Soon he was bounding along with his rigid pole bobbing up and down in the tented, sweat soaked fabric.  

Jeff was mortified.  He was convinced he was about to be arrested or assaulted.  The streets they ran down were filled with people, every one of whom obviously looked at the bouncing rod.  A few people cat-called, and he got some dirty looks, but no one, including a police officer, stopped him.  This was worse than the missing clothes.  For the past two days, people had been treating his increasingly exposed body as if it was totally normal.  Now, that was starting to change.  No one may have stopped him for running down the street with his rigid cock leading the way, but they didn’t ignore it, either.  He regretted every time he ever wanted attention as he loped along helplessly.  All those times he peacocked and strutted were fresh in his mind as he showed the world exactly what he was working with.  And it only got worse when they got to the gym.  

“Hey guys,” Alan, one of the regulars, waved when they walked in.  He came over and clapped Dylan on a beefy arm.  Jeff usually felt superior to the lean red head, but today all he could do was squirm uncomfortably while Alan looked at his tented, outlined bulge with a smirk.  “Someone’s happy to be here,” he finally said condescendingly.  

“He’s been in a mood all day,” Dylan said, speaking for Jeff like he wasn’t there.  “You should’ve seen him earlier,” he whistled.  

“Who’s turn is it?  Mike’s?  I don’t think he’s here right now,” Alan said, looking around.  

Dylan shook his head.  “That’s alright…I’ll take care of it.  We’ll be right back.”  

Jeff stumbled numbly behind the bigger man into the locker room.  His friend took him back to the showers and without saying anything yanked down his underwear.  “Dude, you owe me for this,” Dylan sighed.  

“What do you meaaaaahhh!” Jeff whimpered loudly when Dylan shoved a few fingers into his eager hole.  He went up on his tiptoes, his back arching and his muscles tensing.  He grunted and clutched at the shower while Dylan fingered him in full view of the locker room.  The few people who were in there didn’t even flinch.  A few gave Dylan an understanding smile like they would someone who was cleaning up after their dog.  All Jeff could do was close his eyes and try not to think about where he was or why any of this was happening.  Dylan’s rough fingers sliding in and out and working his hole made it easy to ignore.  He hated how good it all felt when he sprayed a few minutes later, his humiliation only making the pleasure more intense.  

“There we go,” Dylan said matter of factly, giving Jeff’s tight bubble a swat.  “What would you do without me?  You owe me double for that later.”  

Jeff bent and cleaned up his mess, his eyes burning a hole into the floor.  He’d just been casually fingered by his friend in full view of the entire locker room.  

“You okay man?”  Dylan asked when Jeff wouldn’t look up from the floor.  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”  

Jeff tried to ignore how much he enjoyed Dylan’s hand on the small of his back.  “No...I just…” he leaned in and whispered the rest, “...you just fingered me in front of everyone!”  

Dylan sighed, shrugging his broad shoulders.  “Oh fuck, not this again.  Dude, I’m really thinking you need to see a doctor or something.  You’re sure you didn’t hit your head?  A guy didn’t get too rough with you?  Look around,” he said, forcing Jeff’s head up to look at the handful of men in the room.  “You’ve had each of these dicks either in your ass or in your mouth at some point.  It’s nothing we all haven’t seen before.  Since when did you get all weird about it?  Hey, Fred!”  Dylan motioned for a hairy, older man to come over.  He was short and stout with bulging, powerful muscle, a scruffy mustache, and a balding scalp.  

“Hey guys,” he said with a broad grin, shaking Dylan’s hand and giving Jeff’s perky rear a squeeze.  “That looked fun,” he winked at Jeff.  

“You’d know, right?  Tell us what you and Jeff did yesterday,” Dylan said, his arms crossed.  

Fred gave him a confused look, but continued when Dylan nodded encouragingly.  “Uh, well, Jeff scrubbed me down in the shower after my workout and then he let me get a piece of that tight ass afterwards.”  

“No!  We’ve never…” even as he said it, Jeff could remember how Fred’s burly, hairy body felt against his hands.  He’d loved lathering up the older man’s firm gut and thick, strong arms.  Fred was all man, down to the wide, short cock that Jeff could practically feel worming its way inside him.  

“Everything okay with him,” Fred asked Dylan.  Jeff was noticing that people were increasingly talking about him like he wasn’t present.  

“Yeah, he’s just having a weird couple of days.  I think he’s working too hard.”  Dylan rubbed Jeff’s shoulder as his friend’s confused expression softened.  “Remember now?”  

“Yeah...yeah,” Jeff grinned bashfully over at Fred.  “Sorry, jesus, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with my head lately.”  

“Looks like I fucked your brains out!”  Fred laughed the loudest at his own joke before lumbering back to his locker.  

Jeff pulled his small underwear back up in a daze.  Disappearing clothes was one thing.  Suddenly being gay was another.  But finding out that he got casually passed around as the gym’s fuckboy like he was some amenity for members?  That was too much.    

“You good?”  Dylan asked with a raised eyebrow.  Jeff just nodded, unsure of what he could possibly say.  

The workout went about as well as Jeff thought it would.  He was rock hard again halfway through and was helpless to do anything other than finish his routine with his solid cock tenting out for everyone to see.  He had no idea what was happening.  Just being around other men was like an aphrodisiac.  It didn’t matter what they looked like.  Short, tall, fat, built, skinny; each one was like a walking adonis to him.  Some of the guys joked with him about it, but most just smirked condescendingly while he did his best to focus on his lifting.  Jeff was discovering how difficult it was to lift when his dick felt like it would explode off his body the entire time.  Despite his multiple orgasms already that day, when Dylan fingered him in front of everyone in the shower it felt like he hadn’t cum in weeks.  He hated how he was eager for his friend to do it again, and the day wasn’t even over yet.