A Matter of Perspective, ch. 1 (Patreon)

“No way...you guys are so far off base I don’t even know where to start,” Kyle laughed, pulling a clean shirt from his locker and sliding it on.  He’d been arguing with Tyler and Rob for their entire workout.  His two friends were under the assumption that a gay guy like him actually had it easier than a pair of straight guys like them.  So far their arguments had revolved around the usual stereotypes: that gay guys had easier access to getting laid, that girls flocked to them, and that they had some sort of innate fashion sense, despite never having seen Kyle display any of those characteristics.  His two friends were conveniently ignoring fundamentals like access to equal rights and basic protections under the law, but the conversation wasn’t really meant to be that deep.  Rob and Tyler weren’t trying to be jerks, they just legitimately didn’t understand anything about what it actually meant to be gay.  

Likewise, Kyle was equally confounded by, and silently jealous of, the hetero duo.  He wished he could navigate the world with the ease and confidence that they did.  He assumed that the other two didn’t give a thought to their clothes or appearance, thinking nothing of leaving their shared apartment in gym shorts and a muscle shirt.  They got to lounge around in their boxers and watch sports in a messy bachelor pad while Kyle kept his apartment fastidiously clean.   

A big part of the mystery for Kyle boiled down to attraction.  He wanted to be “one of the guys” so much because he enjoyed the view.  He’d love to hang out with Tyler, with his clean-cut face and lean, muscled build, and Rob, with his stubbled cheeks and rugged body, in nothing but their underwear.  It was hard enough not to stare while changing with them in the locker room after their workout, and though his friends knew and liked to tease him, they never let him see everything he wanted.  

“I’m just sayin’, dude, I will NEVER understand what you see in this,” Rob said, slapping the granite bubble stretching the back of his red basketball shorts.  

“Especially that one,” Tyler laughed, shaking his own perky little rear as he stripped down to his grey boxers.  “This one I get.”  Of the two, Tyler was the one who liked showing off.  He was all too happy to give Kyle, or anyone else for that matter, a view of his smooth, ripped body.  Rob wasn’t shy, but the gruff man was less interested in attention.  

“You guys really think it’s easier?”  Kyle forced himself not to look at his friends’ athletic bodies as they changed. “You’re missing the part where you DON'T get to fuck the girls you’d be hanging out with in my shoes.”

“Yeah, but I mean, you COULD, right? If you wanted to?”  Rob said, cocking his head. “Plus, you get this!” He spread his solid arms wide, giving Kyle a full view of his prominent pecs and ripped abs. “We don’t get to hang out naked with the people we wanna fuck.”

“You guys hang out naked with each other an awful lot for two guys who don’t wanna bang. I’m just sayin’,” Kyle grinned, “maybe you have some things to work out?  Secret love and all that.”

They both laughed a little too quickly. “You wish,” Rob said, punching Tyler in the arm. “It’s a dude thing...you wouldn’t get it.”

Kyle just sighed and shook his head. Before he could respond, an unfamiliar voice chimed in from behind them. 

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing your argument.”

The trio turned to find a well dressed man sizing them up. He looked entirely out of place standing in the middle of a locker room wearing a dark green, three piece suit, and none of the guys could figure out how he got so close without them noticing.  His age was equally hard to pin down, seeming at once to be at least middle aged, but simultaneously close to their own early twenties.  

“Uh, can we help you,” Rob barked, annoyed at the man’s obvious staring. He quickly pulled a shirt on while Tyler slid into a pair of shorts. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” the man said with an easy smile, the light reflecting off his dark green eyes like a cat. He carried with him an air of menace despite his friendly tone. “But I think it is I who will be helping you.”

“Look, buddy, whatever this is we’re not interested,” Tyler said, positioning himself protectively between the man and his two friends. 

“Who said you had a choice?” He shrugged his emerald shoulders and fixed them one by one with his stare. “You,” he nodded towards Kyle, “have an idea of what it’s like to be them. And you two,” his head shifted towards Tyler and Rob, “have an idea of what it’s like to be him. You’re all very wrong about each other, by the way.”

“Are you high? Is that it?” Tyler looked at his friends and motioned for them to get their things. The man’s smile never faded, and it occurred to the three young men that they’d never seen the stranger blink. 

“Enjoy your new outlooks on life, gentlemen.  Oh, and bear in mind that this isn’t an exact science.  Think of it more as a snowball rolling down hill...even I don’t know what the final product will look like, but the joy is in discovery.”  The man gave the group a curt nod and casually strolled from the locker room, leaving the three young men to wonder what exactly just happened. 

**********

Back at their apartment, Tyler and Rob were still trying to figure out the strange encounter. They’d showered off and donned their usual uniforms of boxers and nothing else while getting ready to watch the game. 

“Weird guy aside, do you think we should give Kyle such a hard time,” Rob asked, pulling a pair of beers from the fridge and tossing one to Tyler.  

“What?  Nah, we’re fine.  Kyle’s cool...I think he knows we’re just kidding.”  Tyler snatched the beer and flopped down onto the couch, his meaty thighs filling the thin cotton of his worn boxers.  “Do you think he’s mad?”  

Rob leaned against the counter, crossing his burly arms over his chiseled pecs.  “No, but I feel kinda bad teasing him.”  He motioned to their mostly bare, underwear clad bodies and shrugged.  “I mean, how would we feel if some hot chick was strutting around in front of us all the time?”  

“Lucky,” Tyler laughed.  “I think you’re putting too much thought into this, dude.  If Kyle was upset he’d say something.  I don’t think we’re being dicks...he gives us just as much shit as we...give…” Tyler trailed off, a shudder running through him.  His exposed skin broke out in goosebumps as he watched the same thing happen to Rob.  He ran a hand through his short brown hair and shivered, his heart suddenly racing.  “Uh...did you just feel like a chill or something?”  

Rob shook his head and rubbed his solid arms, nodding.  “That was fuckin’...weirOOOHHH!”  His eyes went wide with surprise at the sudden crawling sensation he felt coming from his boxers, and the stunned young man looked down just in time to see the impossible happen.  As he watched, the fabric seemed to twitch and move, growing smaller and tighter as it climbed up his legs.  The plaid pattern faded as it shrank, taking on a solid, violet hue.  “What...what the fuck just happened…” Rob stammered as he gawked at the tiny, stuffed purple briefs he was suddenly wearing in place of the underwear he’d just had on.  

“I...I don’t…” Tyler was too busy staring at his own altered clothes to give much of a response.  Like Rob, his loose boxers shrank and changed until they were a skimpy, revealing pair of orange bikini briefs.  He couldn’t help but blush as he looked down at his bare, sturdy thighs and the thick bulge wedged between them.  

“Fuck!”  Rob yelped when he finally looked up and saw the similar changes to Tyler’s outfit.  His eyes ran up and down the other man’s body, noting despite his shock how good the other man’s sculpted physique looked in the tiny garment.  

“Quit fuckin’ staring at me, man,” Tyler spat when he looked up and saw his brief-clad friend gawking in his direction, his own eyes dropping to the thick hose outlined in Rob’s purple pouch.  

“Quit starin’ at me!” Rob went crimson as he stepped away from the counter and felt how the foreign underwear fit as he moved.  He’d been a boxers guy his entire life and wasn’t used to how it felt to have his heavy package confined, or the way the tight fabric shifted across his solid globes.  

“Are we both just hallucinating?  Going crazy? This is real, right?”  Tyler hopped up from the couch and turned in circles, trying to get a view of his barely covered rear.  

Rob snapped one of the elastic leg holes, his eyes still locked on Tyler’s mostly-bare body.  The way his friend’s perky rear bounced and shifted as he spun in place sent a confusing flutter through his stomach.  “It sure feels real.  But how...oh...oh no…” he stuttered.  “You don’t think...that crazy guy at the gym earlier...he couldn’t really…” 

Tyler froze mid-turn, his face going pale.  “Oh shit...do you think it’s just what we had on, or did everything change?”  

The two looked at each other for a silent moment before bolting to the closest bedroom.  “Please please please please please,” Tyler murmured, his hand shaking as he reached for his dresser drawer.  Standing a bit too close next to him, Rob held his breath until he saw the drawer full of boxers slide open.  

“Oh thank god,” the gruff man sighed, putting a hand on Tyler’s shoulder.  

“Looks like everything’s hereaaaAAAAHHH!”  Tyler’s relieved laugh turned into a startled cry when he reached in to grab a pair and felt it shift and change in his hand.  As soon as he touched the familiar boxers they warped and twisted into a bright, neon green bikini brief like the one he had on.  “What the fuck?!”  

Rob recoiled from his friend and stumbled to his bedroom, hearing Tyler hurry behind.  He opened his dresser on a similar scene but kept his hand well away.  

“So?  What happened,” Tyler asked, bursting through the door a few seconds later.  

“I don’t know...I don’t want to touch anything.”  

“You can spare one fucking pair, man,” Tyler yelled.  “We gotta know!”  

Rob furrowed his brow and plunged his hand into the drawer like he was sticking it into a bucket of worms.  As with Tyler, the striped boxers quickly shrank to a hot pink brief wadded in his hand.  “Goddamnit,” he said breathlessly.  He dropped the unwanted underwear and felt a surge of anger when he looked up and saw Tyler’s smiling face.  “This isn’t fucking funny, man!”  

“Pink’s a good color for you,” Tyler laughed.  “I wonder what happens if…” 

“Don’t!”  Rob wasn’t fast enough to stop his friend from reaching in and grabbing another pair of boxers.  All he could do was watch the fabric reshape itself into a small, powder blue brief while Tyler laughed.  “Come on, man!  Fine...you think it’s so funny…” Rob turned on his heel and bolted out of the room, shoving Tyler onto his bed in the process.  

“No!  Dude!  Don’t you fuckin’ do it, man!”  Tyler yelled, scrambling up off his friend’s bed.  He made it to his room just as Rob was grabbing another fistful of underwear, already standing in a pile of brightly colored elastic.  “You fucker!” Tyler bellowed, tackling Rob onto his bed.  

It was far from the first time the two had wrestled in such a fashion, but it quickly became apparent that things were different now.  Their angry grunting and forceful grapples trailed off into a silent writhing on top of each other.  The only sound was their heavy breathing as their hands busied themselves with exploring the other’s body instead of trying to restrain it.  

“What...what’re you doin’,” Rob asked awkwardly when Tyler draped himself on his friend’s torso, their faces inches apart.  It was taking all of his self control not to reach up and wrap his friend in a meaty embrace.  “Are...are you hard,” he asked, feeling Tyler’s solid cock dig into his firm stomach.  

“You are,” Tyler laughed, reaching down and slipping a hand into Rob’s tented briefs.  

“Dude!”  

Tyler squeezed harder, eliciting a sharp gasp from his friend.  “I don’t know what’s happening right now, but I know I’m horny as fuck all of a sudden.”  

Rob knew he shouldn’t want to respond.  He knew the sensation of Tyler’s hand around his cock should have been revolting, not arousing.  He knew he shouldn’t be sliding his hands down the other man’s tapering back, or kneading Tyler’s firm little globes.  He groaned as soon as his palms made contact with the smooth mounds, his cock throbbing in Tyler’s grip.  

“I thought you couldn’t wrap your head around liking another dude’s ass,” Tyler laughed, flexing his cheeks against Rob’s hands.  

“I can’t!  I don’t know why I’m doing any of this!”  Rob sounded desperate as he ground his solid cock against the other man’s rigid washboard.  “Can we just...not talk if we’re gonna do this…” 

Tyler silently grinned and dropped his mouth to Rob’s impressive chest, licking his way across the other man’s pecs while grinding their tented pouches together.  Rob worked the back of Tyler’s bikini briefs down while his friend’s hips pumped back and forth, his fingers working closer and closer to the other man’s tight hole.  

Rob wasn’t surprised that Tyler was the one taking charge.  He knew his athletic friend liked to show off, so it only made sense when Tyler straddled him and sat back on his legs, flexing his sculpted arms behind his head while Rob’s shaking hands left his friend’s ass and fished the throbbing, six inch pole free.  They exchanged a “what the hell are we doing” look when Rob’s shorter, wider cock sprung free and Tyler stroked them together, but neither really wanted to stop.  Rob whimpered beneath his friend, his own beefy arms clutching at his shaggy brown hair until he couldn’t stand it anymore.  

In a blur of motion he flipped over so that Tyler was pinned beneath him.  He went at his friend’s long neck with his tongue while Tyler worked the purple briefs free, loving how it felt to have a pair of strong hands running along his muscled body.  With Tyler’s solid frame beneath him, suddenly the thought of having a soft woman in his bed was repellant.  He worked his mouth lower and lower until his friend’s oozing cock brushed against his chin.  Rob gave a quick laugh when he looked up and saw Tyler’s eager face nodding, egging him on to go lower.  

Rob was happy to oblige, but not in the way Tyler anticipated.  Surprising both of them, he flipped his friend over, spread Tyler’s solid little cheeks, and buried his face between them.  

“OOOHHHHHHHHH!”  Tyler moaned, squirming and clutching at the sheets as his body shook from the overwhelming, lustful intensity.  He buried his face against the mattress and pressed back against Rob’s strong, warm tongue.  “What...what the fuck...man…” 

“I don’t...mmmfff...knowmmmfff…” Rob said, lapping at Tyler’s musky hole.  Every fiber of his being expected to be disgusted at the salty, sweaty taste, but he couldn’t get enough of it.  He felt his untouched cock oozing like a faucet as he drank in the manly aroma, not stopping until every inch of Tyler’s tight bottom had been licked clean.  

“Why’d you...stop…” Tyler panted, just as overcome.  The last thing he’d expected was to have his ass eaten out, let alone to enjoy it so much.  Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that it would have felt so good.  

“So I could do this.”  Rob pressed his throbbing, cum-slick head against Tyler’s waiting hole, giving just enough pressure to cause a gasp from the other man.  He waited in silence for Tyler’s nod, neither of them able to vocalize what they wanted.  Despite their actions, Tyler couldn’t actually bring himself to ask Rob to fuck him anymore than Rob could ask to do it.  

That didn’t stop him from plunging in at his friend’s quick nod.  “Whhhooooaaaaaa,” he hissed, slowly working his way in.  

“NNNNggg….fuuuuuuuck...that feels...gooddddamnit…” 

“You okay,” Rob asked at his friend’s pained grunts.  

“Yu...yeah...don’t stop…” Tyler begged, gritting his teeth as Rob’s wide pole split him open.  Beneath the pain, he could already feel the waiting pleasure and he was desperate for it.  He braced himself against the bed, falling into rhythm with his friend’s quickening thrusts as the pain subsided.  When the first stab of pure pleasure hit, he saw stars.    

“OOHHHHOOOOUUUNNNN!”  Tyler was embarrassed by the sound of his own piercing scream, but he couldn’t help it.  The intense rush was too primal and overwhelming to do anything other than whimper and grunt and buck against his friend’s solid abdomen.  

The sight of his friend’s animalistic thrashing nearly pushed Rob over the edge.  He was already close from the strangeness of the situation, and his friend’s suddenly turning into a howling, bucking bull didn’t help.  He clutched Tyler’s tight waist and held on, a part of him loving how the arrogant showoff had been reduced to a desperate, pleading bottom.  

“I’m gonna...oh fuck...oh fuck...I’m gonna cum...I’m gonnnuuuunnnnn!”  Rob jammed deep, his aching cock erupting inside Tyler’s virgin rear.  The other man had already cum, his untouched cock spraying like a firehose onto the bed, his howling cries falling away to quiet whimpers as Rob pumped the remaining drops out of his softening rod and pulled free.  

The two confused jocks fell into a sweaty heap as they caught their breath.  Now that the immediate hunger had passed, there was room for the full, embarrassing weight of their actions to press down on them.  

“Okay...maybe I can see what there is to like about that,” Rob finally laughed, folding his arms behind his head as his chest heaved for breath.  

“I mean...this is super weird to say out loud, but dude, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.  Holy fuck that was crazy,” Tyler stammered, a shell-shocked expression on his boyish face. 

Rob reached over and tousled his friend’s short hair.  “You’re welcome.”  

“Don’t get smug...I don’t have a lot of guys to compare you to.  And since when are you so eager to eat a dude’s ass?”  

Rob’s stubble-covered cheeks went crimson.  “It’s so fuckin’ gross, man, but…” his already-twitching cock finished the sentence for him, eager to do it again.  

“Ha!  Step right up, fellas.  Come sit on Rob’s face!”  

“Fuck you,” Rob growled, shoving the other man to the edge of the bed.  “And after that you can beg THEM to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”  

“And then you can lick it clean,” Tyler purred, leaning in to plant a long kiss before Rob could say anything.  

The other man was too stunned to do anything but return the kiss, staring in silence at Tyler when they finally broke it off.  “So what do we do now?”  he asked, letting the kiss go unaddressed.  “How long is this gonna last?  Didn’t the guy at the gym say it could get crazier?”  

“Oh fuck!”  Tyler leapt out of bed, frantically grabbing a pair of his altered underwear.  “What about Kyle?”  

**********

Kyle stared at the boxers in his hands, not sure if he should be thrilled or terrified. He’d been sitting at his desk earlier when there was a sudden looseness in his pants.  The normal snugness of his briefs was gone, as if his underwear had vanished.

His first thought was that they’d simply torn, but when he stood to check on them he watched as his fitted jeans grew loose and baggy before the bottoms drew up his legs, stopping just below his knees. The denim took on a polyester sheen, and before Kyle fully realized what was happening, he found himself wearing a pair of roomy basketball shorts. His tight t-shirt underwent a similar transformation, falling away from his body and losing its short sleeves as it took on the form of a draping muscle shirt that left most of his torso exposed. 

Kyle reeled, unable to comprehend how his tight jeans and fitted t-shirt could suddenly transform into something else entirely. Remembering what started all of this, he pulled the shorts down and came face to face with a pair of striped boxers instead of his usual briefs. 

As his friends had, Kyle darted to his room to check on the rest of his wardrobe, finding it unaltered until he grabbed a pair of black briefs and watched them grow into a set of wadded, polka dot boxers in his hand. 

“What the hell is happening…” he muttered to himself, unable to take his eyes off his reflection.  He looked like a stranger, but he had to admit that it wasn’t a bad look.  The muscle shirt showed off the solid build he’d been trying to grow, and the basketball shorts and boxers were the very things he lusted after on his friends.  

It was thinking about the other two that connected the dots.  “Oh fuck...that guy at the gym!”  Kyle darted back to his desk and sent a frantic text to both of his friends.  When it wasn’t returned he tried calling, but both numbers went straight to voicemail.  “Okay...okay...don’t panic…” he stammered, afraid to touch anything else.  “What did the guy say?  The ideas we had in our heads?  The fuck does that mean?”  

Kyle flopped down onto his couch and tried to make a mental list of of his preconceived notions, unaware of the furniture changing beneath him.  The stylish, mid-century sofa lost its sharp lines and clean appearance as it puffed and expanded into a cheap, tattered sectional covered in questionable stains.  It wasn’t until he dropped his head back in frustration that he felt a padded cushion where there shouldn’t have been one.  

“Jesus!”  He shot up off the alien sofa like it was red hot.  The new furniture looked completely out of place in his well appointed apartment, but he knew it would have looked right at home in a frat house.  He lost track of how long he stood rooted in place, afraid to move for fear of what else his straight bro Midas touch might change.  His brain was flooded with all the things he’d ever thought about his friends, overwhelming him with the amount of things that possibly implied.  What he couldn’t figure out was whether the thought scared or excited him.  He was still pondering it when there was a knocking on his door.  

“Kyle!  Let us in!”  The anxious tone to Rob’s voice set his heart racing before he even turned the knob.  

The sight that greeted him was stranger than he ever could have imagined.  His question as to whether or not they’d been affected was answered by one look at their outfits. He would have been less surprised had he opened the door to find them naked.  Instead of baggy jeans and a non-descript t-shirt, Tyler had on a pair of tight denim cut offs that were shorter than the boxers Kyle currently wore, with a bright pink tank-top that was plastered to his muscular torso.  His worn, black sneakers had been replaced by an immaculate pair of matching pink boat shoes, and his short brown hair had never been more stylishly in place.  

Likewise, Rob’s baggy cargo pants and plain black t-shirt had been swapped out for a pair of tiny, nylon running shorts and a cut-off Madonna t-shirt that clung to his prominent pecs and left his ripped abs on display.  The black boots he always wore had become a pair of bright, garish high tops, and the stubble on his cheeks was noticeably manicured.  The two men’s eyes went wide when they saw their friend standing in his new boxers and muscle shirt, surprised by both Kyle’s appearance and the strange reaction it provoked in them.  

“You...you too?”  Rob finally stammered, swallowing hard as he looked Kyle up and down.  He’d noticed the progress his friend had been making at the gym, packing on lean muscle and steadily bulking up, but he’d never really looked at it.  He’d never paid attention to the round shoulders and strong arms, or the sturdy legs, with their dusting of wiry hairs that coated the rest of the other man.  

“Get in here,” Kyle said, quickly ushering them in.  Now that he was over the initial shock, he couldn’t hold back a smile as he looked them up and down in their new outfits.  “That’s, uh, certainly a new look for you guys.”  

“Fuck you, man!  This isn’t funny!  Look at us!”  Tyler spat, spreading his arms and turning in a circle.  “What the fuck are we even wearing?  This is humiliating!”  

“Yo, in case you didn’t notice, it’s happening to me too,” Kyle said, gesturing to his boxers and the altered couch behind him.  

“Shit, dude, your furniture’s changing too?”  Rob gave a scared look over at Tyler who was too busy staring at Kyle to notice.  

“Yours isn’t?”  

Tyler shook his head.  “No...not yet...but we didn’t really get a chance too…” he trailed off, his face going bright red.  

Kyle’s smile grew as he watched both of his friends blush.  “Ooooohhhhhh shit!  So THAT’S what you were doing when I tried to call.  Congrats, fellas,” he laughed.  He cocked his head and looked over each of them.  “Let me guess...you bottomed,” he said, pointing at Tyler.  

“How did you...nevermind,” Tyler sighed, looking down bashfully, “we need to find a way to stop this.”  

“It was that guy at the gym, right?  Has anyone ever seen him before?”  Kyle watched his friends shake their heads.  “I mean...how is this even happening?”  

“He said it was the ideas we had in our minds, right?  What does that mean?”  Even as he asked, Rob’s tented shorts were answering the question.  

“I’m guessing you two thought I lusted after you pretty hard based on the way you’re staring at me right now.  And that,” Kyle grinned, nodding towards Rob’s twitching shorts.  

“Fuck!  Sorry,” Rob blushed, trying to cover himself.  As much as he wanted to argue, he knew Kyle was right.  As soon as he’d laid eyes on the other man he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have his friend on top of him.  

“Dude, I know you usually see us at the gym, but did you think we don’t wear anything else all day?  And our couch isn’t that gross,” Tyler said defensively.  

“And I don’t dress like THIS,” Kyle said, stepping forward and motioning to Rob’s cut off shirt.  

“Hey!  Wait a sec…what if you touched something of ours?  Would that cancel it out?”  Tyler pushed in front of Rob and grabbed Kyle’s arm, guiding it to his shirt.  Nothing happened.  “Goddamnit!  This is such bullshit!”  Tyler stomped over to the altered couch and threw himself face down in a huff.  

“It was worth a shot,” Rob said, reaching out to touch Kyle’s boxers and getting the same non-response.  “So now what?”  

Looking over his two friends, Kyle had plenty of ideas.  The notion he’d had in his head about the two secretly lusting after each other clearly hadn’t gone anywhere.  If anything, the attraction he’d already had for his two friends was only becoming more intense.  The sight of Rob’s burly body in the tiny shorts and half shirt was driving him wild, as was Tyler’s pouting, perky ass bubbling out the back of his short cut offs.  

“Hell if I know,” Kyle shrugged, deciding not to fight the throbbing he felt in his loose new underwear.  “We can try and track the guy down...maybe see if anyone at the gym knows who he is?”  

“But what about until then,” Tyler whined, his face still buried against the stained sofa.  “We can’t go around looking like this!”  

“Yeah, dude, you look normal….we look super…” 

“Gay?” Kyle finished Rob’s sentence for him.  “Is that a bad thing?”  

Rob shook his head in frustration.  “No, man, that’s not what I meant.  It’s just not us.”  

“This says otherwise,” Kyle said, reaching down to squeeze Rob’s tented bulge.  The other man gasped in his grip but didn’t pull away.  

“You really did think we were secretly into each other, didn’t you,” Rob asked at the sight of Kyle’s rigid cock escaping through the fly of his boxers.  

“Kind of a moot point now,” Kyle grinned, relishing the sensation of Rob’s firm cheeks against his hand as he slid it into the back of his friend’s shorts.  

“Rob finally gets the butt stuff, by the way” Tyler added, climbing off the couch to wrap his arms around Kyle’s waist and press his own solid bulge against the back of the other man’s boxers.  

“What did the guy say about things snowballing,” Kyle asked breathlessly, wedged between the two men he’d fantasized about for so long.  

Tyler leaned in and nibbled on his ear, his hands slipping into Kyle’s loose boxers.  “Guess we’ll just have to find out.”