Spread It Around, ch. 1 (Patreon)

David watched Keaton from across the locker room.  He’d been watching the young man for the last hour during his workout, envying and resenting how easily the stocky man hefted dumbbell after dumbbell.  It had been so long since he’d experienced it that David could barely remember what that kind of vitality felt like.  At fifty five, he was still in better shape than most people half his age, but that didn’t make it any easier for him.  It didn’t make his joints ache any less.  It didn’t make the wrinkles any easier to ignore on his broad, sharply featured face.  It didn’t make his thinning hair any shad other than grey.  He longed for the days when he could workout with ease and the nights where he could stay up into the early morning fucking the brains out of any man lucky enough to be with him.  

Now, the only young guys he could get to even glance at him were the ones who were looking for a sugar daddy, or who were into being topped by silver foxes.  He wasn’t into guys his own age, never having been able to let go of his younger glory days.  He didn’t want men with wrinkled skin or sagging bodies; he wanted the sculpted adonises from days gone by.  But now, even when he could manage to land one, all it did was remind him how far from that he was.  He’d become acutely aware of every wrinkle, of every curly hair sprouting from his chest and back.  He used to keep himself shaved smooth, but as he’d gotten older and his partners had become fewer and fewer he figured it wasn’t worth the effort anymore.  

He knew the young man across the locker room didn’t have any of those problems.  His mouth practically watered as he watched Keaton drop his towel, fully exposing his smooth, freshly-showered body.  His broad shoulders led to a set of large, chiseled arms that hung at an angle from his trim, tapered waist and prominent abs.  Keaton was on the shorter side, topping out around five foot seven, but this left him with a large, plump rear that shifted and flexed with the slightest movement of his equally wide, powerful thighs.  His lack of height also helped to accentuate the thick cock and low-hanging balls that dangled proudly between those mighty thews.  He had a patch of hair across his muscular chest that matched the wavy, sandy blonde locks on his head, but aside from a coating on his forearms and thighs, the stocky man was naturally smooth. He kept the stubble on his lean, high cheeks to a seductive coating, just enough to draw attention to his full, pouty lips and distinguished nose.  

“Don’t look now, man, but you’ve got a boyfriend,” Matt leaned in and whispered to Keaton as he came around the corner out of the showers.  

Keaton nodded.  “The guy that was staring out on the floor?  Directly behind me?”  

“Yep, that’s him.”  

“Eh, let him look,” Keaton shrugged his broad shoulders and gave his ample cheeks a quick flex for anyone watching.  

Matt laughed and slid his boxer briefs up his toned thighs under the towel before letting it drop.  The taller man wasn’t the exhibitionist that his friend was.  “I forgot you don’t care about that sort of thing.  I mean, you DO spend a lot of time rolling around on the ground with guys.”  

“And rolling around in bed with girls,” the shorter man said defensively.  “I’m just sayin’...if someone wants to look, I’ll take the compliment.  If they wanna do more than that, it’s gonna have to be a case by case basis.”  He casually dug through his gym bag, staying naked while he did so.  As a wrestler, he was used to essentially being naked in front of people.  His tight singlet didn’t cover much, and what the thin lycra did cover, it left perfectly outlined to the point where it might as well have been visible.  He wasn’t shy, nor did he have reason to be.  Keaton knew he looked good, and the slew of women he hooked up with would all agree.  He didn’t care if someone wanted to fantasize about him because he had more than enough to keep him busy in bed in the real world.  “What’re you and Zach doing later?”

Matt slid his tight t-shirt over his ripped torso and stepped into his equally fitted jeans.  “I dunno...I think Zach wants to go out.”  

Keaton laughed as he slid his small blue briefs on.  “Zach ALWAYS wants to go out.  All that dude does is party.”  He followed Matt over to the mirrors, his stuffed bulge leading the way, so his friend could fix his hair.  

“I usually get laid out of it...I’m not gonna complain…” Matt said distractedly as he made sure every hair was in place and gave himself a once over in the mirror.  “You wanna come?”  

“I’ll see what happens after practice.”  

Across the locker room, David smiled as he listened to the conversation.  “You certainly will,” he said quietly.  

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“Hey dude, sorry,” Keaton said as he scampered onto the gym floor that afternoon.  He tugged at the legs of his singlet and adjusted the thick lump formed by his squished, outlined package.  The other guys on the team had already partnered up and were practicing, but Keaton had been held up.  His singlet felt strange, and his skin had started tingling as soon as he’d put it on.  

“You okay,” his partner Aaron laughed as he watched the burly man tug at the tight outfit.  

“Yeah, it just feels weird…” Keaton said, squirming awkwardly.  

“When was the last time your gross ass washed it?”  

“Fuck you,” Keaton laughed, aiming a punch for Aaron’s tight stomach.  The other man was built like himself, but a few inches taller.  

“I notice you didn’t answer the question,” Aaron laughed as they took up their positions on the mat.  Keaton responded by lunging forward and the two fell into their normal routine.  They made it through the first part of practice without incident, but Keaton was becoming increasingly distracted.  The tingling of his skin was made worse the more he sweat, and his head was filling with strange thoughts.  He kept noticing how good Aaron looked in his singlet.  He couldn’t stop thinking about the way the other man’s pecs poured out around the thin straps, or the way each of his solid, bubbling cheeks was outlined and lifted as the thin material wedged between them.  Every time the other man’s outlined crotch pressed into him, he felt a foreign jolt of pleasure.  Pinned flat on his back under his teammate, he was having to remind himself that the goal wasn’t to stay that way.  “Uuhh...dude?”  

Keaton wasn’t sure why Aaron was giving him such a strange look until he lifted his head and saw his tented singlet straining around the outline of his solid cock.  “Oh! Shit...sorry man…” Keaton blushed, sitting up and adjusting himself as best he could.  It happened to guys all the time.  Gay or straight, a bunch of young twenty-somethings couldn’t writhe around mostly naked without the occasional boner.  They all gave each other shit for it and moved on, which is what Keaton attempted to do.  “Let’s just keep going...it’ll pass.”  

Aaron nodded and they picked up where they left off.  Keaton knew right away that this wasn’t just going to pass.  If anything, the more they went at it, the harder he became.  He caught himself gasping involuntarily several times, but the true embarrassment didn’t come until Aaron had him pinned with his chest on the ground and his tight bubble in the air.  Keaton felt it all happening but was helpless to stop it.  Aaron’s bulge ground against his firm globes while the other man got himself into position and it pushed him over the edge.  

“UUUUNNNNNnggggg….” Keaton groaned as he came in front of the entire team.  He went from bright, humiliated red to a stark pale as he stared at everyone’s gaping expression.  “I’m...shit man...sorry...I don’t know what…” he stammered to a shocked Aaron.  “I..sorry!” he said, bolting off the floor, his damp, tented singlet bobbing before him.  

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“What the fuck was that?!”  Keaton asked himself for the hundredth time.  He’d spent the rest of the day holed up in his apartment, unable to face anyone.  He’d been so embarrassed at practice that he didn’t even stop to change.  He just grabbed his shorts and left everything else there.  He didn’t know how he’d face the guys again.  They already gave him a hard time about how many women he hooked up with, making fun that he was overcompensating, and now he’d just cum in front of all of them.  “What the fuck WAS that?!”  He stared at the crumpled singlet on the floor in disgust.  He’d peeled out of it when he’d gotten home and tried to scrub the memories away in the shower.  His skin still tingled and his head was swimming.  He’d slumped naked onto his bed after and hadn’t moved since.   He ignored texts from Matt and Zach, and he especially ignored the concerned texts from Aaron.  “What.  The fuck.  Was that?!”  

Keaton scratched absently at his furry stomach, so addled by the afternoon’s events that it didn’t immediately strike him as odd.  He was more focused on his lingering thoughts of Aaron than the strange sensation of hair where there shouldn’t have been any.  “Wait...what the fuck?!”  He finally noticed, springing upright to see a coating of hair had sprouted over his normally smooth torso.  “Jesus!”  He hopped out of bed, staring in shock as his eyes followed the unbroken layer of fur that spread from his shoulders down to his toes.  “Wait...what the fuck…” His eyes went wide when he saw that the hair wasn’t the only alteration.  His normally sculpted body looked puffy.  His stomach, while still firm, didn’t have the prominent abs that it should have, and his pecs looked more plump and less defined.  He turned in a circle in front of his mirror and saw that the changes had spread to his entire body.  His already large rear looked even bigger, with the same coating of hair cresting the round globes from his lower back.  Even his dick looked wider as it was thrust forward by even meatier thighs.  Keaton blinked as he stared at his face, telling himself he wasn’t seeing wrinkles or more of his forehead than he should.  

“I can’t….I can’t deal with this right now…” he finally stammered.  His head was a whirlwind he couldn’t quiet no matter how hard he tried.  He shut the light off and crawled back into bed, hoping sleep would set everything right.  

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“Shit!”  Keaton bolted upright, blinking against the bright sunlight filtering in through his window.  The clock on his nightstand showed that it was almost noon.  “Fuck!  Fuck!”  He rolled out of bed and darted around his room, thoughts of a missed exam distracting him from memories of the previous night until he saw himself in the mirror.  He stopped in his tracks, staring at the puffy, hairy body.  There wasn’t the same rush of confusion as there’d been the night before, but Keaton was still torn.  Part of him was horrified.  It was telling him that he’d just missed an important exam that could get him kicked off the team.  It was telling him his body was all wrong and to seek medical help.  Another part wasn’t worried at all.  This part told him he’d slept in because he had the day off.  He wasn’t worried about any team.  

Keaton dropped back to his bed and rubbed his sleepy face with a set of hands that felt rougher than they should.  His grizzled stubble felt tough against the leathery palms as he tried to clear his head.  He decided the best course of action would be to stick close to his apartment.  Until he knew what was happening he didn’t want to venture far.  Physically, he felt fine, so going to a doctor seemed ridiculous.  After a few minutes he calmed down and let his body take over.  He was on autopilot as he went about what felt like a regular day at home.  He got dressed in a pair of briefs that his brain said were too small but that felt perfectly normal.  He tidied up his kitchen, messed around online, and watched some TV.  Nothing felt abnormal or out of the ordinary until he got a text from Aaron.  

“Hey, where’s my partner?” it read.  

Keaton looked at the time and swore.  “Sorry!  Lost track of time.  I’m on my way,” he frantically typed back.  

It wasn’t until he was walking through the door of the gym that he even stopped to think about what he was doing.  As soon as he’d finished texting he’d grabbed his singlet and gym bag and had sped across town.  He didn’t recognize the building, but it all felt entirely familiar.  The sounds of clanging weights, the smell, the harsh fluorescent light; it was like he’d been going there for years.  He even knew which door led to the stairway that would take him up to the room with Aaron.  

“There you are!”  The taller man was already in his singlet, waiting on the large mat that had been spread out in the middle of the room.  The small space was lined with mirrors on the walls and had an old, worn hardwood floor.  

“Sorry,” Keaton said, peeling out of his tight t-shirt and shorts to reveal his singlet underneath.  “It’s been a weird day.”  As he said it, the strangeness of the situation hit him.  He blinked, his heart racing as he stared at the suddenly unfamiliar surroundings.  In the mirror, he saw his puffed frame bulging against the singlet, his new hair spilling out around the edges.  Compared to Aaron, he felt like he looked older as well as larger.  

“It’s fine.  Bruce is letting me have the room for an extra hour.  You okay,” Aaron asked, repeating the previous day as he watched Keaton inspect himself in the mirror.  

Keaton wanted to ask a hundred questions, but none of them would come. He turned to face Aaron, his stomach fluttering at the sight of the handsome young man, and managed to ask, “Do I look okay to you?”  

Aaron cocked his head to the side and stepped forward.  He slid his hands under the shoulder straps of Keaton’s singlet and worked them down over his arms.  The shorter man’s now-hairy pecs were rising and falling rapidly when Aaron’s fingers brushed against them.  “Lookin’ good to me, hair bear,” he said with a cocky grin that made Keaton’s knees weak.  “Wanna get started?”  

Keaton could only give a dry-mouthed nod as they got into position.  His singlet was still half off, but something told him not to bother with it.  As soon as their bodies slammed together, he understood why.  All of the strange feelings from the day before were magnified as he squirmed against Aaron’s firm, smooth skin.  It was like the hair he’d sprouted were nerve endings, sending sparks of pleasure through him as they brushed against the other man.  He was hard instantly, but this time, so was Aaron.  There was no mistaking the other man’s groping hands and eager mouth as they rolled around.  Keaton felt his singlet being steadily worked off, but he didn’t care.  His attention was focused entirely on the other man.  When Aaron flipped him and he found his face being pressed into his partner’s crotch, his lips parted and he began gnawing on the outlined balls.  The other man just laughed and flipped him again, this time pinning Keaton on his stomach.  

Keaton squirmed under Aaron, feeling a wave wash over him as his singlet was finally pulled free.  He groaned as Aaron’s strong fingers tugged at the hair on his back between his broad shoulders, bucking himself up onto his hands and knees and laughing while Aaron clung to him like he was riding a mechanical bull.  

His laughter faded when he saw his reflection.  The changes that had started the previous day had been magnified.  The now-receding hairline showed a forehead that was etched with wrinkles above round cheeks that were covered in salt and pepper stubble.  From what he could see of the rest of him, it looked like he’d continued to put on weight.  His shoulders were round, solid lumps that led to a set of thick, beefy pistons that lacked the definition he was used to.  He gasped when he righted himself on his knees and saw the burly barrel that his torso had become.  His pecs were meaty slabs that rested on an arched, protruding muscle gut, all of which was covered in an even thicker layer freshly grown hair.  

Aaron mistaked the source of Keaton’s gasping and gave the nubs of his solid, enlarged nipples another tweak while he ground his solid cock against Keaton’s exposed ass.  “You older guys are so fuckin’ hot,” Aaron breathed heavily as he nibbled on one of the shorter man’s ears.  

Keaton couldn’t believe what he was hearing and seeing.  Aaron wasn’t exaggerating.  They should have each only been twenty two, but Keaton looked like he could have easily been forty.  He wanted to say something, to ask Aaron what was happening, but he could only groan when the now-younger man wrapped his hands around Keaton’s throbbing cock.  Even it had changed, growing wider and slightly longer while his balls hung noticeably lower.  “Aaron...I...I…” 

“Hold on, I’m coming,” the younger man laughed, slipping his singlet down.  Keaton shivered as Aaron palmed each of his juicy new pecs and he felt the other man’s exposed cock wedge between his furry cheeks.  The now-older man didn’t need to be told what to do.  He fell forward again and groaned loudly as Aaron worked himself inside.  

“OOOHHHHHH fuck...fuuuuuck….” Keaton grunted, working his enlarged ass back against the other man.  He reeled as the changes reached his mind.  Memories of countless women shifted to memories of countless men.  Keaton knew this was all impossibly wrong, but trying to hold onto the scraps of his old self was like trying to grab fistfuls of water.  The sculpted, twenty two year old college wrestler was steadily being replaced by this burly, middle aged stranger.  Keaton wasn’t a ladies man anymore; he was as an eager, hairy muscle bottom who loved getting fucked by younger guys.  “I’m gonna...gonna…”

“Hold...hold on…” Aaron moaned.  He pulled out and flipped Keaton over onto his back, lifting his furry trunks onto his shoulder.  They both gasped when he shoved himself back in and stared hungrily at each other.  

Keaton felt his thickened hose flopping against his lumpy new gut while his beefy pecs shook from the force of Aaron’s thrusting.  “Fuck...fuck...fuuuuuuunnngggg…” he groaned and exploded, launching ribbons of cum all over his hairy chest and face.  The sight of Aaron’s young, smug grin beaming down at him made the experience all the more intense when the other man gave a final thrust and filled his insides with the strangely familiar sensation of warm fluid.  

Aaron let Keaton’s legs drop before he fell forward onto the other man, working the puddles of cum deeper into Keaton’s new carpet of hair. They kissed deeply for a few moments before Aaron dropped onto the mat next to the older man.  “Dude...I am so glad we met,” he panted, nestling against Keaton’s widened body.  “I love that you used to actually be a wrestler...I bet you were even hotter back in the day.”  

Keaton tried to make sense of what he was hearing as he pulled Aaron in close.  

*******

Across town, David flexed triumphantly in the mirror, staring at a face that looked ten years younger.  His dark, wavy hair had lost most of its gray as it grew back in and his wrinkles were less noticeable.  His skin was tighter everywhere as it stretched over his growing muscles that were free from his usual aches and pains.  Instead of looking like a man in his mid-fifties, he looked like a man in his early forties.  

It had taken some doing to acquire the powder that he’d lined Keaton’s singlet with.  That in and of itself had been a more difficult task than he’d imagined, but it was clearly worth it.  

“One down,” he said eagerly as thoughts of Matt and Zach flashed through his head.  “Two to go.”