Dream Role (Patreon)

Jonathan practically skipped down the sidewalk after leaving the casting call.  He’d done so well that he was offered the part on the spot.  After months of fruitless auditions and countless hours spent in waiting rooms with a bunch of guys who looked just like he did, he’d finally broken through.  The project had potential, too.  It was an indie horror film with him playing the lead male role.  He was surprised that there wasn’t more competition, but he knew there were still plenty of guys out there, even actors, who weren’t comfortable in a gay role.  Jonathan didn’t care.  He was more than willing to make out and get naked with a guy on screen if it meant landing the job.  

The script was subtle for a horror movie.  His character was a young, straight jock who got cursed after messing with the wrong woman.  His life was turned upside down throughout the course of the film until he was ultimately stuck in an entirely new existence.  The horror wasn’t over the top like a slasher film, but it was compelling.  It creeped Jonathan out while he’d been reading it, and the casting agent’s office was certainly an appropriate setting.  The small room had been decorated with all manner of strange looking statues and wall hangings.  A shelf of ancient looking books lined one wall, peppered with smaller idols and odd looking crystal formations.  Pungent, spicy incense lingered in the air, leaving him light headed and dizzy after a few minutes.  It had been a struggle to focus during his reading, especially the parts that were written in the “dead” language.  The casting agent, a stooped, silver-haired man with thick spectacles and a dusty, oversized suit, had smiled encouragingly the whole time.  It was a jarring transition from the stone-faced strangers he usually read in front of.  

“Perfect!”  The man had clapped, rising from his chair with some difficulty.  “Absolutely perfect!  You’re exactly what we’ve been looking for.”  His examining eye traveled up and down Jonathan’s lean body.  “You’re 25, you said?  You could still easily pass for 20!  We’ll need to dye those chocolate locks blonde, and you’ll need to do some extra work at the gym to bulk up a little for the role, but a strapping young man like yourself shouldn’t have a problem with that.”    

Jonathan actually looked forward to that part.  He worked hard to keep himself fit, without being too bulky or too thin as both could limit what roles were available to him.  Since he was going to be portraying a football player, he’d need to muscle up a bit.  The casting agent gave him the address of a gym that he could use and also told him he’d be receiving supplements there to help with his gaining.  They even went so far as to give him a schedule.  He’d have to rearrange his shifts at the restaurant, but he’d find a way to make it work, especially if he was going to get paid for the time in the gym.  He was already counting down the days until he didn’t have to wait tables for a living.  

He’d scheduled the whole day off for the audition, so he decided to swing by the new gym to check it out instead of going straight back home.  The address took him to a decaying brick building in a rundown section of town.  From the outside it looked like an old hotel.  The large double doors opened on an empty lobby with scuffed marble floors, wide columns gilded with tarnished gold accents, and wallpaper that was just barely hanging on.  Jonathan almost walked back out until he heard the faint sound of clanging weights in the distance.  He followed the metallic ringing to the far end and saw a small sign that simply said “Gym.”  

Opening the old oak door revealed a large, open workout area filled with several rows of machines and racks of free weights.  One long wall was entirely lined with mirrors and Jonathan watched as men of all shapes, sizes and states of undress pumped out rep after rep.  It looked ratty and bare-bones, but then again he wasn’t paying for it.  

“Are you Jonathan?”  

Jonathan jumped at the unexpected voice.  He’d been looking at his reflection in the mirror but hadn’t seen the walking wall of muscle come up behind him.  The man was a beast.  His massive pecs hung out around the thin spaghetti straps of his muscle shirt and his powerful legs stretched his mesh shorts near to bursting.  “Uh, yeah, that’s me,” Jonathan said as his hand was swallowed in the other man’s meaty grip.  

“I’m Mark.  I manage this place and do some of the training.  Ernest called and told us you’d be coming by at some point.  Didn’t think it would be so soon...glad to see you’re eager!”  His wide, round face was split by a broad grin and Jonathan watched as one huge arm flexed when the man ran a hand over his buzzed scalp as he looked Jonathan up and down.  “Looks like you’ve got some good bones on ya...we’ll get you beefed up in no time.”  

“Great...I think?”  Jonathan laughed, following Mark deeper into the gym.  

“I know it’s not the fanciest, but we’ve got everything you’ll need,” the big man said proudly as he pointed out the various equipment and led Jonathan into the locker room.  There was a tiled area in the back with several poles covered in shower heads.  Next to that was the door to what looked like a large sauna.  On the other side was a row of sinks and toilet stalls opposite a wall of lockers.  “Showers and steam room are back here.  You’ll want to take advantage of the sauna after your workouts.  Trust me when I say you’ll be sore!”  

Jonathan watched a sculpted, naked young man saunter past into the showers and blushed.  There wasn’t much room for privacy.  “So when should I come back to get started?”  

Mark cocked his head.  “Come back?  Let’s get you started now!”  

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring any of my gear…”

“No problem!  We’ve got some clean shorts here you can wear.  You game?”  

Jonathan didn’t want to blow the opportunity by giving the wrong impression.  “Sure,” he shrugged and nodded.  

“Great!  Let’s get you set up with a locker and get your starting stats so we can track everything.”  

Jonathan followed Mark over to a scale and took a deep breath when the giant told him to strip down to his underwear.  As an actor, it wasn’t like he’d never been in states of undress in front of large groups, but this felt different.  Something about Mark’s hulking build and the men he saw on the way in were making him feel insecure.  Realistically, he knew he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.  He didn’t have a lot of bulk, but his toned pecs popped and his abs were solid.  His arms may not have been the biggest, but when he flexed they expanded with muscle, as did his lean thighs and small bubble.  And he knew the stuffed pouch of his grey boxer briefs left nothing to be desired, so he couldn’t figure out why he was so self conscious.  He tried to force it from his mind as he kicked his pants free and stepped up onto the scale.  

“Alright...5’11 and 170.  Not bad for a little guy,” Mark laughed, clapping him on a thin shoulder.  He turned to the naked adonis that had wrapped up his shower a few feet away.  “Greg was about your size when he started, weren’t you Greg?”  

The man threw the towel over his shoulder, not even trying to cover himself.  Jonathan watched the beads of water trickle down his perfectly proportional pecs and over his bumpy abs.  He averted his eyes at the long, thick cock that dangled between the man’s firm, round quads.  The chiseled arms that hung from his broad shoulders weren’t as big as Mark’s, but they were significantly larger than Jonathan’s.  “Sure was!  But you took care of that,” he said, flexing an impressive bicep and flashing a dazzling smile.  He had a handsome, actor’s face beneath his dripping raven hair, and even though Jonathan’s sharp features were far from plain, he felt disarmed by the man’s gorgeous looks.  “Greg,” he said, extending a hand.  

“Jonathan.” He couldn’t help but think that Greg’s smile was a result of his uncomfortable squirming, like he and Mark were in on a joke that Jonathan didn’t know.   

“You working with Ernest too?”  

“Yeah, just got the part today, actually.  Are we working together?”   

Greg shook his head.  “I did his last project, but I’m sure we’ll be seeing lots of each other around here.”  

“Greg’s still a regular,” Mark said, clapping one of the naked man’s large, round cheeks when he turned to walk away.   “Let’s get you some shorts and get started!”  

Before he knew it, an uncomfortable, shirtless Jonathan was out on the floor of the gym in a pair of snug, thin shorts that left his thick bulge outlined.  His lean, defined torso, impressive in other settings, seemed small and weak compared to the buff men around him.  He soon discovered, though, that Mark wasn’t kidding about whipping him into shape.  After an hour of relentless squats, lunges, jumps and deadlifts, his legs were like jello.  The initial awkwardness he’d felt at being shirtless on the gym floor quickly faded as he found the other guys to be friendly and encouraging.  All he’d been able to focus on at first was how small he seemed by comparison, but the other guys treated him like one of them already, without any of the gym elitism he’d run across in other places.  He was grateful; if Mark kept up the current pace he’d need all the help he could get.  

The locker room was another story.  Standing naked in front of the shower, Jonathan was painfully aware of how exposed he was, but it would have come across as more awkward for him not to.  

“Great job out there today,” Mark said as Jonathan rinsed clean.  

Jonathan wished the other man wasn’t standing and watching him shower, but he tried to not let it show.  “Uh, thanks,” he said.  “I probably won’t be as happy about it tomorrow, though.”  

“Or the day after!  That’s where the steam room comes in.  Do fifteen minutes in there and it’ll help.  While you do that I’ll get your powder ready.”  

Jonathan did as he was told, wrapping the towel around his trim waist and taking up a bench in the hot, humid room.  The same spicy, earthy scent from the casting office hit him in the face as soon as he opened the door.  Coupled with the heat, it made his head spin.  He leaned against the wall, already feeling himself relax.  He was so out of it he hadn’t noticed the other man come in until he opened his eyes and saw the naked stranger sitting across from him.  The sculpted hunk’s eyes were closed as he leaned back, but Jonathan’s attention was immediately drawn to the man’s thick, rigid pole.  He averted his eyes on his way out and found Mark waiting for him by his locker.  

“Here you go,” the big man said, handing him a wad of blue fabric.  

“What’s this?”  Jonathan held up the bright blue jockstrap with a confused look.  

“Figured it’d be better than that sweaty ass underwear you had on earlier.”  Jonathan took it and hesitantly slid the jock on.  He didn’t really want to wear it, but he didn’t want to be rude.  He squirmed as the straps lifted his small cheeks and thrust his bulge forward.  “Alright, so for the powders, you’ll want to take them three times each day.  Your diet is obviously pretty good given how lean you are, so we don’t need to cut anything out.  Stick to the schedule and the workouts and you should pack it on in no time,” Mark instructed as Jonathan got dressed.  

He thanked the cheerful giant again and left, his head still spinning from how quickly everything was happening.  When he’d left the apartment that morning he’d just been going for an audition.  Now he had the part and had just been worked over like he was in bootcamp.  “That’s show business,” he said to himself with a shrug.  He was determined not to blow this opportunity, so “bootcamp” was exactly how he’d view it.  He was in training, whatever it took.  

By the time he reached his apartment, the feeling of being in bootcamp had only increased.  Walking up the stairs, his legs were rubbery and sore, making each step a struggle.  He told himself it would all be worth it in the long run.  

“So how’d it go?”  Jonathan’s roommate, Matt, asked from his spot on the couch when Jonathan walked in.    

“I got the part!”  

Matt hopped up and high-fived his friend.  “Dude!  That’s awesome!”  He looked at the bag of large containers Jonathan was carrying.  “You going on a protein kick or something?”  

“Or something.  I need to bulk up for the role, so they set me up with a trainer and a regimen.  That’s actually where I’ve been all afternoon.  The audition didn’t take that long, so I swung by the gym to just check it out and ended up doing my first workout.  Place is a little creepy, but everyone was nice.”  

Matt laughed and squeezed one of Jonathan’s arms.  “So you’re gonna get all jacked for the part?  Look at you being a real actor all of a sudden!”  

“Fuck you,” Jonathan laughed back.  His friend was in his standard uniform of basketball shorts and nothing else and he looked the other man’s bare torso up and down.  Matt was built like he was, with a wiry, defined body covered in lean muscle.  “You won’t be talking so much shit when I can bench press you.”  

“Ohh, so aggressive already,” Matt cooed as Jonathan went into his room to change.  “So what’s the part?  When do you film?”  

Jonathan kicked off his shoes and peeled out of his button down.  “Filming doesn’t start for a minute.  They’re still finishing the casting.  I play “Max”, a football player who gets cursed and turned into a gay guy?”  Jonathan shook his head at Matt’s eager grin.  “It’s not as hokey as it sounds.  It’s actually pretty subtle,” he said, dropping his jeans.  

“Whoa!  That’s not!”  Matt laughed at Jonathan’s bright blue jock.  

“Oh, shit!”  Jonathan said, blushing awkwardly.  “Forgot about that.  I didn’t really have anything clean with me...so they gave me this to wear.”  He shifted his weight from foot-to-foot and shook his trim hips.  “I dunno, man, it’s actually really comfortable.”  

“You doing that thing where an actor immerses themselves in a role?  Do I need to worry,” Matt asked with a raised eyebrow.  

“What?” Jonathan asked innocently, thrusting his bulge towards his friend.  “Does this make you uncomfortable?”  

“Hey man, two people can play the no-pants game….be careful what you wish for,” he warned.  

Jonathan ignored him and pulled on a small, thin t-shirt.  He started to grab a pair of shorts but decided against it, choosing to continue messing with his friend.  Matt just shook his head and sighed, going back to the couch while Jonathan mixed his first batch of powder.  

“Oh god that’s disgusting,” he spat after taking a sip.  He’d expected chalky or bitter, but the taste was like wet, rotting wood.  

“No pain no gain,” Matt called from the other room.  

Jonathan gave the glass a stir and slammed it back in one gulp, trying to let as little of it linger in his mouth as possible.  “Ugh!  Okay...that’s rough…” he coughed, feeling like he’d just downed a glass of distilled swamp.  

Matt sniffed at the air and winced.  “Gross, dude, I can smell that shit from here.”  

“It better work,” Jonathan choked, swishing and spitting out a mouthful of water.  

He had to repeat the routine one more time before going to bed.  He’d spent the rest of the evening reading over the script and thinking about how he could get into the role.  It wasn’t until he was getting ready for bed that he realized he’d never bothered to put anything else on.  He blushed at the thought of spending the entire afternoon and evening with his ass hanging out.  He’d intended to just do it for a minute to mess with Matt, but the day had gotten away from him.  The jock really WAS comfortable, he told himself.  And he’d seen a drunken Matt naked plenty of times over the years, so it was only fair.  He drifted off, his head still reeling from the events of the day.  

He blamed the hectic pace for his dreams that night.  Jonathan saw himself back in the gym, only it wasn’t the version of himself that he knew.  This version had bright blonde hair and seemed a few years younger.  He was also considerably more built, which he could easily tell given that all he had on was a tiny jock.  This Jonathan had broad shoulders, bulging pecs, huge arms, and an ass that needed it’s own zip code.  He watched the blonde adonis pound out rep after rep until a man came up and slid their arms around his shredded abs.  The man kept changing between Mark, Greg, and the stranger from the sauna as they pulled Jonathan’s jock down, letting a huge, thick cock spring free.  He let the other man guide him down on one of the benches and heft his legs into the air.  Jonathan’s enlarged member flopped against his stomach and he heard his moan echo through the gym as the man abruptly shoved himself inside.  The whole dream was so vivid that Jonathan could feel the other man’s sweaty skin against the bottoms of his legs.  He could smell the musky aroma of the gym mixing with the waves of pheromones washing off both of them.  Jonathan grunted and whimpered while the man pounded away, all of his ample new muscle tense and flex from the waves of pleasure he was experiencing.  

He could literally feel the splattering rain of cum that shot from his throbbing cock as he woke just in time to see himself erupt.  He’d kicked his blankets off in his sleep and opened his eyes to see his naked body spasm.  He gasped and clutched at the sheets, his groggy head spinning from the intensity of the release.  

“What the fuck…” he panted, his lean, sweat-covered chest heaving.  He didn’t usually have sex dreams, and when he did they were never that intense.  Or about other men.  He wiped himself off as best he could and tried not to think about it as he showered off.  He blamed it on the workout from the day before, and the supplements.  The increased testosterone was just making him horny, and being around a bunch of sweaty, almost naked dudes crossed some wires in his head, he told himself.  

He downed his morning shake, gagging again at the taste, and hurried to get dressed.  He had a lunch shift at the restaurant and didn’t want to be late.  As he dropped his towel and pulled on his boxer briefs he hesitated.  His standard underwear that he’d never given a second thought to suddenly seemed constricting.  He felt like he was wearing a pair of shorts under his pants, a sensation that only increased when he pulled the straight-legged slacks on and felt how tight they were.  He looked in the mirror and saw that it wasn’t just his imagination; the fitted black fabric was stretched tight around his legs and against an ass that looked bigger and rounder than it should.  The waist was still loose, but he struggled to pull the zipper up.  “Can one workout do that…?”  he wondered, turning in a circle in front of the mirror.  The pants were tight enough that the outline of his cumbersome boxer briefs could be seen.  “At least my ass looks good,” he shrugged as he pulled his polo shirt on and hurried out the door.  He’d already decided to see if he could get more jocks from the gym that afternoon.  

By the time he walked through the gym doors, Jonathan was eager to strip down.  He’d enjoyed the look-backs and stares his tight pants had gotten him throughout the morning, but he felt like he had a straightjacket wrapped around his legs.  

“Of course we can get you set up,” Mark said nonchalantly when he asked about extra jocks.  “We’ve got plenty of ‘em laying around here.  You can take a bag full when you leave.”  

Jonathan was so relieved that he didn’t think twice about stripping totally naked to pull a small red jock on.  His brain chose the exact moment that his exposed package swung free to remind him of his dream and he felt himself blush from head to toe as he looked over at Mark, remembering how vividly he’d felt the other man’s massive tool inside him.  He took a deep breath and forced his mind onto other thoughts as he felt his cock twitch at the memory.  

“You okay,” Mark asked, seeing Jonathan’s body turn almost the same color as his new underwear.  

“Yeah, uh, just eager to get started I guess,” he said as he pulled his shorts on.  

This time when he walked out onto the floor he didn’t even think of putting a shirt on.  He waved hello to the other guys and got to work, destroying his chest with a series of presses, flys, and cable pulls.  When he was done, the awkwardness he’d felt the day before was nowhere to be seen as he casually stripped naked again and chatted with Mark while he showered.  Part of him was starting to like how it felt to be watched by the bigger man and everyone else in the locker room while he scrubbed himself clean.  They were all carefree about it, so why should he worry?  He left his towel outside when he went into the sauna, relaxing into the scented steam.  He hadn’t noticed it the day before, but it felt as though invisible hands were massaging his wrecked muscles.  The phantom fingers ran all over his chest and back and down his legs.  He tingled all over and was helpless to stop his twitching cock from extending to its full six and a half inches.  There was a rush of embarrassment at the thought of being naked and hard in public, but it passed quickly.  It hadn’t stopped the other man, and he was too relaxed to care.  

Jonathan didn’t give it another thought until he stepped back out and saw a handful of guys in the room.  “Don’t worry about it,” Mark said before a blushing Jonathan could stammer out an apology.  “It happens all the time around here.  We’re pretty casual about it.  Actually,” he leaned in close, “there are more than a few guys here who’d be glad to help you out with that.  I know you’re gonna be playing a gay guy...just a heads up if you need practice.”  

Jonathan didn’t know why the thought made his cock swell even harder.  “Oh! Uh, good to know,” he said, trying to sound casual as he stuffed himself back in his jock and got dressed.  

He couldn’t shake the thought for the rest of the day.  He’d drunkenly made out with a guy in college, but that was the extent of his same-sex activity.  It’s not like he was a homophobe, it just wasn’t something he thought about.  Or at least he never used to think about it.  As the evening wore on, it was taking up more and more of his thoughts.  

Those thoughts only grew over the following days.  Jonathan fell into a routine of work, gym, sleep, all punctuated by the foul tasting shakes.  Every night he had some variation of his original dream, but he was finding that he was actually looking forward to it.  And he was already seeing progress.  His chest and arms had inflated noticeably, straining appealingly against his increasingly tight polo shirts at work.  His pants were another story.  He’d had an embarrassing moment on the fourth day when, bending to pick up a tray, the back of his pants had practically exploded.  Since he was wearing one of his new jocks at the time, that left his plumped, bare cheeks hanging out in front of the entire restaurant.  Surprisingly, though he knew he should have been humiliated, he’d loved the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him.  He was starting to crave those moments at the gym more and more.  Doing anything else was become a chore.  WEARING anything else was becoming a chore.  Standing in front of a rack of pants that night, he decided to simply quit instead of buying replacements.   

He hadn’t yet taken anyone up on Mark’s offer, but he was starting to feel like he should.  He’d seen other guys “helping” each other out.  One group was even being filmed while they did it.  Not only did he have difficulty thinking about anything else, he was starting to justify those thoughts as preparation for his role as Mark had suggested.  If he was going to play a straight guy turned gay, he’d need some practice.  

There was a small part of his brain ringing an alarm bell, but it was quiet and distant against the raging new desires he was feeling.  And Matt deciding to act on his threat from the first day wasn’t helping.  As had become his habit, Jonathan would hang out in the apartment in just one of his new jocks, not even bothering with a shirt anymore, and Matt had taken to wearing nothing but a pair of his small briefs, insisting that if Jonathan didn’t have to wear pants, neither did he.  It had been funny at first, but now Jonathan couldn’t take his eyes off him.  Part of him was aware that Matt knew this as well, and that he was probably doing it on purpose at this point.  

“I told you, two people can play this game,” Matt said one evening, casually strolling past the gawking Jonathan.  

“Hey man, way I see it, we’re both winners,” the jock-clad man shrugged.  His eyes lingered on Matt’s stuffed bulge when he thought his friend wasn’t looking.  He told himself it was just his new focus on lifting that made him notice how much solid definition the other man really had.  He’d always thought of Matt as just thin, but that wasn’t the case at all.  

“So this character of yours,” Matt said, turning and catching Jonathan staring, “we never really talked about it.  What happens with this curse?  Does he just start going to gay bars or what?  You said he’s a football player...does he get sucked into helping out his horny bros?”   

Jonathan laughed and leaned against the counter, folding his enlarged arms across his sore chest.  “Are you asking me for a blowjob?”  

Matt grabbed his bulge and gave it a squeeze, seeing Jonathan’s jock twitch.  “Do you want me to?”  He watched his friend squirm, a pained look spreading across Jonathan’s face.  He’d been surprised by the changes to his friend’s normally modest personality, but he knew how actors were.  He also wasn’t uptight about how he got off.  He thought of himself as straight, but Matt wasn’t above fooling around with a guy.  And Jonathan WAS looking good.  In less than a week his friend had bulked up like his body had just been waiting for the signal to start growing.  Instead of being on similar footing like they had been, Jonathan loomed over Matt with broader shoulders, pecs that were officially large, and ever-growing arms.  Jonathan had joked about bench-pressing him, but now he thought his friend probably could.  Then there was the matter of the constantly exposed, bouncing cheeks.  “Well?”  

Jonathan’s heart was racing.  He licked his lips and felt his face flush.  In his dreams, he’d been in all manner of compromising positions with men, but he hadn’t crossed the line in the waking world.  “Ye...yes?”  

Despite his friend’s new size, Matt knew he was the one in control.  “Okay then!”  He slapped Jonathan on one of his thickened globes and walked to the couch with his friend in tow.  

“So, uh, do you want me to…” Jonathan stammered as they stood in front of the couch.  

“Dude, you’re the one who’s going to be doing this.  Pretend we’re in your movie.  What would your character do?”  

That was what Jonathan needed to hear.  He thought about it for a moment, then lunged forward, swallowing Matt in his meaty grip.  He kissed his friend’s neck, his hands running up and down the other man’s wiry back before slipping under the thin briefs.  

Matt groaned when Jonathan’s soft lips worked their way through the patch of wiry hairs on his lean pecs, wondering if his friend had been practicing after all.  For someone who’d never been with a guy, he was very good at it.  The strong hands on his tiny cheeks slid his briefs free as he worked his way lower, pulling them down just as his lips reached the end of the hairy trail running down his abs.  

Jonathan’s bulging chest heaved as he knelt eye level with Matt’s rigid cock, his own thick pole having already escaped from his jock.  The alarm bell in his brain grew louder, but it couldn’t compete with the aching hunger he felt.  He flicked his tongue tentatively against his friend’s tip before running his mouth along the side and down to the tight, hairy balls nestled between Matt’s toned thighs.  He was surprised at how natural it all felt, as if his time spent dreaming had been practice for the real thing.  It was like his mouth knew what to do.  Instead of being repelling, the musky smell and salty taste were entirely familiar.  

Jonathan could suddenly relate to his character as it felt like another person was taking control and he was just a passenger in his own body.  He kneaded Matt’s cheeks and plunged his head back and forth on his friend’s oozing pole, taking the whole thing in his mouth without gagging.  It felt like pieces of himself were being chipped away with each small thrust of Matt’s hips.  His modesty, his humiliation, his desire for privacy, his anxiety; all of it melted away under the warmth of the throbbing organ against his tongue.  He bounced and writhed on his growing thighs, wiggling his rounded globes as an entirely new desire washed over him.  

That new person inhabiting his body was fully in control when Jonathan stood and shoved Matt down onto the couch.  Without thinking, he turned and worked himself down onto his surprised friend, grunting as the spit-slicked rod pushed inside him.  

“Whooaaa,” Matt laughed, grabbing Jonathan’s waist.  He watched his friends powerful new legs flex as he bobbed up and down. 

“Oh...oh fuck…” Jonathan panted.  The sensation of being fucked in his dream had been intense, but in the real world it was even better.  He loved his jock even more knowing that he didn’t need to take it off to experience such bliss.  

“Jesus dude...you’re...really getting into...the role…” Matt sighed, his friend’s tight hole working his throbbing rod like a fist.  He hooked up with women on a regular basis, but none of them had felt this good on the inside.  

The alarm bell in his head had turned into a shriek by this point, but Jonathan couldn’t stop.  All he could do was work himself up and down helplessly while he thought of all the changes that had taken place in less than a week.  He’d put on more weight than should be possible.  He’d taken to walking around in nothing but a jockstrap.  He’d quit his job so he could spend more time being naked and hard in front of guys at the gym.  He was currently riding his friend’s dick like there was no tomorrow.  Impossible as it was, he knew the old man had done something to him.  The strange objects in his office, the powder he was drinking, the creepy old gym; they were all part of it.  

He thought about the “movie” and knew it was all a trap that he’d fallen for.  A straight young man cursed to become gay. 

“OOOOHHHHHHHH!”  Jonathan bellowed as his cock sprayed.  His horrified thoughts fled with the geyser of cum that shot all over the coffee table while he continued to bounce and moan on Matt’s lap.  

***********

“Come on, Johnny, one more.”  

The sculpted blonde grunted and pressed the loaded bar up from his chest a final time.  “Ggguuuuhhhh!” he groaned as it slammed down into the guides above his head.  He sat up, his thick, juicy pecs glistening with sweat that ran all the way down his ripped washboard to the soaked pink jockstrap.  He grinned proudly beneath his shock of platinum hair at the whistles of approval that rang out from the men around him.  “How was that,” he asked, leaning forward and resting his hands on the bench between the meaty thighs that straddled it.  

“Just perfect,” the man holding the camera said.  “I think Greg’s ready for the next scene.”  

The raven haired hunk stepped in front of Johnny, who eagerly wrapped his arms around the other man’s trim waist.  He gnawed and tugged on Gregg’s sweaty jock with his mouth until the other man’s solid, eight inch club sprang free.  Johnny swallowed it easily, pumping his hips to work his own equally large club against the bench.  After working Greg for the camera, the other man fell on Johnny to return the favor.  

“UUUNNNNnnn….” Johnny moaned loudly, his young face a mask of pleasure.  His high cheeks were flushed and his thick lips pursed as he writhed.  He loved the sensations from his aching rod being worked in Greg’s mouth, but it’s not what he really wanted.  When the cameraman said it was time to switch, he practically tossed Greg off him so he could assume his kneeling position on the other end.  “OOOOHHHhhh yeeessss,” he hissed, arching his back when Greg pushed himself inside.  

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, loving the sight of his bulging pecs squishing together between his piston-like arms as he held himself up.  He could see the sides of his huge cheeks bouncing behind him in time with Greg’s massive pecs as the other man pounded.  He was up to two hundred and twenty pounds now, having packed on fifty pounds of muscle in just a few months.  Most of the growth was centered on his chest and lower half, taking his thin, wiry body and leaving him a buff, curvy stud.  He’d ditched “Jonathan” and started going by Johnny to reflect his new, carefree attitude.  There wasn’t an inhibition left in his solid, sculpted body and Johnny felt a surge of pride when he watched the men around him stroke themselves while they looked on.  They’d be next, he knew.  He especially couldn’t wait for Mark.  The big man could work him better than anyone else.  

Though Johnny loved every second of what was happening, there was always a small voice in his head telling him this was wrong.  Even after months of this daily routine, Johnny couldn’t shake a nagging feeling that he shouldn’t be doing this.  There were times when he’d look at his young, early-twenties face and feel like he should be older.  His blonde hair would seem too bright, and his sculpted, ample physique felt too big.  He had vague memories of going by Jonathan; of working in a restaurant and being a struggling actor, but they felt like they belonged to someone else.  Guys loved his muscular, smooth body and massive rod, and he loved showing it off.  But what everyone really loved was watching his huge cheeks get stuffed.  His whimpers and moans over the top facial expressions drove men wild.  It wasn’t an act, either.  Jonathan loved it just as much, and when he went home he got to keep going with Matt, so he never understood where the anxiety would come from when it hit.  

Fortunately it never lasted long.  By the time his hole was oozing with someone else’s sticky fluids he couldn’t imagine a world where he was doing anything else.   He WAS an actor, after all.  He got paid to spend his days lifting and fucking on camera; it was a dream role.