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“Yeah right, bro,” Tim laughed, rolling his eyes.  “Did you forget we share a wall?  I know exactly how long it takes.  You’re a two pump chump...on a good day.  You shoot your load before those girls even know you’re in ‘em.”  

“Fuck you!” Josh punched his roommate’s beefy upper arm, glaring at the smirking jock.  “The fuck are you listening for anyway, you perv?”  

“How can I not?  You’re a screamer.  ‘HHOOOouuuooooOOOHHHHH!’” Tim pursed his lips and let out a cracking whine, his square, rugged face an exaggerated mask of ecstasy.  

“At least I’m getting laid,” Josh shrugged.  “What’s your technique, again?  Oh, right, staying home alone.”  

“You weren’t exactly fighting the girls off back there at the bar, dude,” Tim said.  “Word must be getting around that it’s not worth the effort.”  

The lean, dark-haired jock crossed his arms, glaring at the beefy blonde.  “Fine.  If you’re so much better in bed, then prove it.”  

“Uh...what?”  Tim blinked, the unexpected challenge taking the wind out of his sails.  “Did you just ask me to fuck you?”  

“You wish,” Josh said, shaking his head as he reached down and grabbed his bulge.  “I’m saying let’s see who lasts longer.”  

“What?!  Dude, how drunk are you?” Tim laughed, blushing.  

“I’m sober enough to know I’ll beat you.  Unless you want to just concede defeat now and we can let everyone know you think I’m better in bed.”  

The brawny blonde raised an eyebrow as he looked at his friend.  “You MUST be desperate.  Do you even hear yourself?”  

Josh flashed a smug grin.  “What are you so worked up for?  I’ve already seen how small it is.  I’m not judging.  For that, anyway.”  

Tim sighed, a deep crimson slowly creeping up his wide neck.  Whether it was the booze or some other force at work, he found himself giving in.  Josh knew exactly what buttons to push, and though Tim was well aware that he was being goaded, his pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat.  “Alright, fine.  But no one hears about this. Ever.”  

“Yes!” Josh clapped Tim on the shoulder, a huge grin on his face.  “Where should we do this?  My room?  Yours?  The couch?”  

“I guess the couch is neutral terri...dude, what are you doing,” The stocky man asked with an awkward laugh, averting his eyes as Josh abruptly peeled out of his pants and briefs.  

“What?”  The lean man shook his hips, wagging his twitching cock and heavy balls back and forth.  “I’m not just going to whip it out through my fly.  It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.  Now drop those pants and let's do this.”  Still grinning, Josh stepped forward and started to pop Tim’s fly, grabbing his friend’s thick bulge through his jeans.  “Unless you want me to do it for you?”  

“You just want to cheat and start early,” Tim said, shoving his friend away.  “Can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doing this,” he grumbled, exposing his meaty, hairy thighs as he kicked out of his jeans and reluctantly stripped out of his boxer briefs.  He looked down at their bare lower halves and shook his head.  “Fuck it, this is weirder than being naked,” ‘he said, pulling his t-shirt off and exposing his broad, brawny torso.  Josh wasted no time following suit, his smooth, lean frame looking small compared to his friend’s thick bulk.  “Should I be concerned that you’re getting hard already?”  

The toned jock laughed and prodded Josh’s wide thigh with his hardening rod.  “You don’t like people getting turned on when you get naked?”  

“Not other guys, no,” Tim said, his tone flat as he pulled away from his friend’s rigid poker.  “And you’re just proving my point.  You’re halfway there and I haven’t even touched you yet.  Feels like that gives me an unfair advantage.”  

“Your real advantage is how hard it’s going to be for me to ignore how hairy you are,” Josh laughed.  “It’s like jerking off a gorilla.”  

“So you’re saying I’m going to have an easy time thinking you’re a girl?”  Tim dropped onto the couch and nodded at the other man’s solid six inches.  “It’s small enough...shouldn’t be a problem.”  The stocky man’s own cock was actually slightly shorter, but it was significantly wider as it rested against his thigh.  He fought the urge to scoot away when Josh sat next to him, their naked legs brushing together.  “Still time to back out,” he said, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.  His body betrayed him when his friend reached over and grabbed his package, his muscles tensing instinctively at the foreign sensation of a man’s strong hand kneading his stout rod.  

“Dude, relax,” Josh said, tugging and stroking his friend as the other man’s fat cock began to swell.  “What are you so uptight about?  We both struck out tonight.  A handjob’s a handjob...just go with it.”  

“Easy for you to say,” Tim sighed, forcing himself to reach over and follow suit before Josh gained a lead.  He couldn’t believe his eyes when he watched himself tug on his friend’s thinner pole, surprised at how different it was than his own.  He’d never actually stopped to consider what another man’s cock would feel like in his hands.  He’d always assumed a dick was a dick.  Now, with Josh’s fingers wrapped around him, he didn’t know how the new knowledge made him feel.  He wanted to close his eyes so he could try and pretend it was someone else sitting next to him, but at the same time he didn’t want to make it any easier for his friend.  This left him staring awkwardly at Josh, who seemed much more at ease.  

“See?  Not so bad, is it,” the dark-haired man sighed, letting his head fall back on the couch.  He turned and looked at his friend, his eyes lingering on Tim’s furry slab of a chest as it flexed and bounced with the motion of his brawny arm.  

“So, uh, wha...what do I get when I win?” Tim asked, working his hand lower on Josh’s long shaft.  

“In that impossible scenario, you’d get the greatest prize of all: knowledge of your victory over me,” Josh scoffed.  “We’re already getting each other off, man.  What else do you want?”  

Tim shrugged, gradually relaxing against his friend’s naked frame.  “I don’t know.  I just feel like there should be stakes.”  

“Alright, for the next week, the loser has to do this again for the winner whenever they want.”  Josh laughed as he stared at Tim, watching the hairy jock turn purple.  “What?  Too much?”  

Tim tried to tell himself he didn’t get a little thrill at the idea of having to jerk the other man off.  The longer they went at it, the dizzier he began to feel.  He blamed it on the drinks, refusing to think there was anything more to his confusing feelings.  Josh was right; they’d both struck out and they were both horny.  That’s all this was.  He didn’t need to worry about the strange, out of control sensation that he’d been feeling ever since they’d left the bar.  They were just having fun and blowing off steam.  “Fine.  Not that it matters to me since you’re going to lose.”  He took a deep breath and leaned back, his bravado fleeing when he turned and saw Josh openly staring at him.  “Why are you...looking at me like...that…” Tim asked, his face turning a deeper shade of red.  

“You’re surprisingly hot right now,” Josh said with a drunken laugh.  

“Are you sure there’s not something you...want to...tell me…” Tim grunted, his heart starting to race as he felt a familiar pressure quickly building.  

“I’m not gay, man.  I’m just sayin’...you’re a fuckin’ stud.”  Josh let go of Tim’s cock long enough to stroke the inside of a meaty thigh, his hand running up through the sparse, golden fur on his friend’s muscled gut.   “Dude, come on, you’re always bragging about it.  I give you shit, but seeing you like this...I get it.”  

“Are you...trying to make this as weird as possible?” Tim asked, desperately telling himself that Josh hadn’t really been turning him on just then. 

The leaner man sat in silence, watching his friend stare at him for several moments before raising an expectant eyebrow.  “Aaaaand?  Don’t you have anything to say to me?”  

Tim felt his whole body flush when he realized he actually was checking his friend out, and worse, Josh had caught him doing it.  And not in the way they did in the locker room, sizing the other guys up to see how they ranked.  Tim was watching Josh’s firm abs flex, his eyes traveling over the ripped valleys of definition on his friend’s body.  He always gave Josh a hard time for not being as built as himself, but watching the other man’s deceptively thin body flex as he pumped his hips, working a cock that seemed more impressive by the moment into his hand, he felt his stomach flutter.  “If you think...I’m gonna...tell you you’re...hot...think...think aggguuunnhhh!”  The stocky jock had been so focused on his friend that he didn’t realize how close he’d been to the edge until it was too late.  His eyes still embarrassingly fixed on Josh’s tight body, Tim groaned and erupted, gasping and squirming as his friend worked out every last drop.  

“I think you just told me,” Josh laughed, folding his toned arms behind his head with a satisfied smirk.  “Who’s got the stamina now?  You always blow like that, or am I just special?”  

“So I’m off my game,” Tim panted, trying not to think about the fact that he’d just cum harder than he had in months at the hands of another man.  “This doesn’t prove shit.  This is just…” 

“Something you like better?” Josh interrupted, flexing for his friend.  “Nothing to be embarrassed about there.  And hell, I can’t argue with your taste in guys,” the dark haired man said, reaching down and giving his friend’s sticky thigh a squeeze.  

The burly jock’s face went crimson.  “Alright stud, since you won, you can finish yourself off,” Tim spat.  “This has been humiliating enough, I don’t need your shit on...top of...what the hell…” 

Josh watched the other man’s beefy arm inflate, as if he was straining under a heavy weight, while Tim’s hand stayed in place.  “What?  What’s wrong?”  

“I can’t let go!” Tim cried.  “What the fuck is this?!”  

“Ha. Ha.” Josh said, his tone flat.  “Very funny, dick.”  

“I’m not kidding!  Dude!  I can’t move my hand!” 

The panicked look in Tim’s eyes made it clear the stocky hunk wasn’t kidding.  Josh reached down and grabbed his friend’s hand to pull it free, but he couldn’t get the rough paw to budge in the slightest.  “Fuck!  Come on, man, let go!”  

“You don’t think I’m trying?!” Tim barked.  “Your dick is the last thing I’d ever want to be stuck tooOOOHHH!”  The pulse shot through both of them without warning, a deep, aching throb that caused the pair to spasm.  Tim’s recently spent cock rocketed to life while Josh’s began to ooze as the strange pulsing sensation began to beat a steady rhythm.   

“What...what’s happening…” Josh moaned, his dazed eyes going wide when he looked down just in time to see his leaking rod expand in Tim’s grip.  He didn’t believe his eyes at first, but when another pulse rocked through him he watched the aching organ lengthen and thicken noticeably.  “Du...dude...I think my dick’s getting…” 

“SHIT!”  Tim’s frantic cry cut the stammering jock off, and Josh gasped when he saw his friend was undergoing the opposite.  While his cock seemed to be growing, Tim’s stout rod was already considerably smaller than it had been just moments before.  The subpar cock couldn’t have been more than three inches, and the burly stud’s heavy balls had diminished to a pair of tiny grapes.  “Why is my dick shrinking?!  No no no no...this cannnnggghhh...can’t be reaaahhhh!”  The brawny jock’s frantic cries were punctuated by huffing grunts as each pulse caused his formerly proud member to dwindle further.  In a matter of minutes he’d gone from having a thick, girthy package to an acorn nub, barely visible in his golden bush and looking ridiculously small on his broad, powerful frame.  “Wai...wait...is your’s...are you getting bigger?!”  

Josh let out a hissing gasp when he pulled his eyes away from Tim’s dwindling equipment and saw that his friend’s loss had been his gain.  Instead of a thin six inches he now sported a wide club that was closer to ten, the fat organ looking excessive against his otherwise trim frame.  It was so thick that Tim’s fingers could barely close all the way around it, and the churning balls underneath had plumped to match.  “WHAT THE HELL?!  Why is it so...that’s huge!”  

“Because half of it’s mine!” Tim cried.  “Give it back!”  

“Give what back?  I don’t even know what’s haaahhh...happening…” Josh grunted, the club expanding further in Tim’s hand.  He glanced over at his friend’s lap and could just see the faintest hint of a squat little head, but no balls were visible at all.  Though as strange as it seemed, Josh knew the other man was right.  He’d tried his best to focus when the last pulse hit, and he’d felt it throb out of Tim’s hand and into his own body, as if the size really was being drained out of the stocky jock and pumped into him.  

“Fuck!  How is this...even...possible…” Tim growled, his powerful torso glistening with sweat as he strained and struggled in vain to pull his hand free.  “I can’t be stuck...like...thiiiIIIEEE!!”  After a final pulse the invisible force vanished without warning, causing Tim to rocket off the couch when movement returned and his restrained momentum was finally set free.  The burly hunk landed in a heap, his broad back flexing and expanding as he struggled to catch his breath.  “Oh...oh no…oh fuck…” 

“Dude?  What’s...are you okay?” Josh asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the thick tool poking up from between his thighs.  From his best estimate, the stunned jock guessed it to have topped out at eleven inches while at least doubling in width.  He prodded it with shaking fingers just to prove it was real, a wave of dizziness washing over him as soon as he made contact.  

“No,” Tim said, his voice shaking as he slowly rolled over.  “It didn’t just shrink...I’ve...I’ve got…” he trailed off, his face pale as he revealed the feminine slit where his thick package should have been.  

Josh gasped, his inflated cock throbbing confusingly at the sight of his friend’s hairy, muscled body without it’s dangling cock and heavy balls.  He watched Tim struggle to his feet, his brain slow in reframing the beefy jock as someone who had a tight opening between his legs instead of a girthy package.  Surprisingly, the sight of the other man’s strapping, pussy-adorned body didn’t strike him as odd or repellent, but instead made him groan, and as he watched Tim prod his new orifice with shaking hands, Josh had to fight the urge to hop up and join him.  

“This...this can’t…” Tim stammered, his hand sliding down his muscled gut to brush against his hungry new lips.  “I...I’ve got a fuckin’ pussy, dude!”  

“I can...I can see that,” Josh stuttered, nodding at Tim’s shell shocked laugh.  

“Wait...am I…” The blonde jock tensed, his eyes going wide again as he frantically began clutching at his chest and the rest of his beefy body.  “Am I turning into a chick?!”  

It took all of Josh’s willpower not to grab his inflated log and start stroking as he watched the thick hunk paw and grope at himself.  “I don’t think so, man.  The rest of you looks the same to me,” he said, his eyes lingering on Tim’s plump, hairy cheeks.

“Oh thank god,” the blonde sighed, his broad shoulders slumping in relief.  “But...what the fuck just happened?!  And why am I not freaking the hell out right now,” he asked, adding the last part after staring at his altered frame in silence for a few moments.  “And why aren’t you?”  

“I was wondering the same thing,” Josh said as he hopped off the couch, his own eyes going wide at the heavy new weight hanging off his lower abdomen.  “Why does this feel so weirdly normal?”  

Tim shook his head, his furry slab of a chest no longer heaving on the edge of hyperventilating.  “I don’t know,” he said, looking back and forth between them.  Though he knew that something impossibly bizarre had just occurred, it didn’t feel that way.  Standing naked next to Josh felt the same as it always did, save for a strange new impulse to reach out and grab his friend’s hand.  He grabbed the oversized cock instead, hefting the heavy new organ with a raised eyebrow.  “Damn.  That’s...something,” he whistled.  The rigid girder would have looked huge on anyone, but on the dark-haired man’s tapering, athletic frame it looked massive.  

“Right?” Josh broke out in goosebumps when Tim’s rugged paw wrapped around him again, his own hand coming to rest on his friend’s lower back.  “Does it...does it feel like something else is different, too?”  

Tim lifted his eyes from the hefty rod and nodded.  “Yeah...I don’t know what, but something feels weird.  Weirder, I mean,” he added with an embarrassed laugh, his expression growing concerned when he caught Josh staring at him.  “What?  Did something happen to my face?!”  

“No, nothing like that.  I just...,” Josh said, pulling Tim’s hand away when the stocky blonde began poking at his lantern jaw, “...I just really want to kiss you right now.”  

Tim’s body went crimson as a throb hit his burning new entry.  In his dazed state he hadn’t been able to put his finger on the strange tension, but as soon as Josh finished the sentence he recognized the familiar urge for what it was.  He also realized he was still holding the other man’s altered cock, and that Josh’s hand was resting just above his furry globes, but nothing about the intimate contact registered as odd in the slightest.  “What is even happening right now,” the stocky hunk asked, unable to hold back a bashful grin.  “Shouldn’t we be trying to figure out what just happened?”  

Josh gave one of his friend’s ample cheeks a squeeze.  “Is that really what you want to be doing?”  

Tim hesitated.  It wasn’t what he wanted at all.  What he really wanted was to put his new body to work.  The thought of Josh’s fat log slipping in through the hole where his cock should have been wasn’t horrifying; it was exciting.  All the details he’d started to notice when they’d been jerking each other off had become further magnified.  Josh wasn’t just handsome, he was gorgeous, and that realization hit Tim like a fist in his solid gut.  The shift in his head was instantaneous, their years of friendship taking on a deeper meaning until Tim realized he wasn’t just standing next to his best friend, but the man he loved.  

The brawny blonde leaned in without warning, wrapping his beefy arms around Josh’s lean frame as he pressed their lips together.  His friend’s enlarged club batted against the eager opening between his legs, but instead of feeling strange or foreign the sensation was entirely familiar.  

The whole scenario was.  As Josh’s tongue wrestled with his own and they fell onto the couch, nothing about the dark-haired jock’s body looming over his own struck Tim as odd.  The prone hulk actually found it comforting, the warmth spreading from his excited entry to encompass his entire body.  Josh’s soft lips sliding down his wide neck and working across his hairy chest was ecstasy, and by the time his friend was lining himself up Tim no longer thought of his absent cock as wrong at all.  

“Ggggguuunnnnnggghhhhh!”  Tim grunted, his back arching and his eyes going wide when Josh slipped inside.  The fact that the hefty club didn’t split the altered blonde open only added to the confusing familiarity of the encounter.  “FFFFFffffuuuuuuck...that’s...oh god...oh god that’s gooooooohhhh…!”  Tim’s sputtering turned into a series of wordless moans as Josh began rolling his hips, plunging deeper and deeper.  

“I thought I was the screamer,” Josh said, a smug grin on his face as he elicited a cracking wail with another rough thrust.  

“HHHOOUUuuhhh...I can’t...I can’t help it…” Tim whimpered, his face going red with humiliation at the seemingly endless moans and gasps slipping out of his mouth.  

“I love it,” Josh purred, momentarily cutting off the stream when he leaned in for another kiss.  “And hey, at least now you can experience my technique firsthand,” he winked.

“Fuuuhh...fine...you...you were...riiiiIIEEE...right…” Tim gasped, his fingers biting into Josh’s perky, solid rear.  The former stallion was so overcome with bliss that he was having a hard time caring about his altered behavior anymore than he was his altered body.  As long as he felt this good, he didn’t care how it happened or how he sounded.  

There were no words after that, just Tim’s wailing groans and the sound of their writhing bodies as they stared longingly at each other.  Though they didn’t say it, both of them were feeling the same thing, a kind of connection they’d never experienced with any of their random hookups.  There was still a small voice in each of their minds telling them that this was all wrong, growing louder in Tim’s whenever he lifted his head and watched Josh’s hefty rod sliding in and out of him, but it was drowned out by the roaring, effortless pleasure they both felt.  It was the easy, natural joy that came from years of experience and intimate knowledge of the other person’s body.  They didn’t have to think about it; they both knew exactly what to do and how to move to bring the other to the brink, and when Josh finally exploded into Tim, the hairy blonde wasn’t far behind.  

“Oh...oh fuck…” Josh gasped, collapsing on top of his friend.  He nestled against Tim’s prominent chest, his fingers dancing through the wiry, golden hairs.  “Did we really just do that?”  

“I hope so,” Tim laughed, turning his head to kiss Josh’s forehead.  “Means we can do it again.”  

The lean jock playfully tweaked one of Tim’s nipples, surprised at how comfortable he was cuddling with his brawny friend after having just fucked him.  “Does this...why does this all feel so normal?”  

Tim shrugged.  “No clue.  But if I knew you’d do something like that to me I’d have given you my dick a long time ago.”

Josh leaned in for another, longer kiss, shivering as he softened inside his friend.  “You’re making jokes about this already?”  

“Are you the uptight one now?”  Tim reluctantly shifted Josh’s softened hose free and sat up, nodding down at the empty area between his thighs.  “What else am I supposed to do?  Do you know how to put us back?  Do you even want to?”  

Josh quickly shook his head.  “No.  To both,” he said, taking Tim’s hand as the other man pulled him up off the couch.  “But I feel bad that you’re...like that.”  

Tim looked down at where his missing equipment should have been, feeling none of the dread or fear that he thought he should have.  “Don’t.  I mean, this is a lot, don’t get me wrong, but I think I’m...fine?” he said, his memories starting to adjust to his current position.  They were mostly unchanged, with the obvious difference being that he no longer remembered what it was like to have a dick in the first place.  He remembered that he should have had one, but the firsthand knowledge was gone.  In its place, though, the new memories clearly explained his feelings for Josh.  Now, instead of just being friends, Tim remembered how excited he was when they’d finally admitted their feelings for each other.  

“I think you’re more than fine, personally,” the dark haired stud grinned, giving Tim’s fuzzy bottom a slap before nodding down at their discarded clothes.  “And I can’t wait to see you in those.”

“What’re you...oh!” Tim said, his face going red when he looked down and saw the black lace panties that had replaced his boxer briefs sitting inside his crumpled shorts.  Though he had new memories of wearing them, the initial shock was enough to let the old Tim’s embarrassment surface.  He slid them reluctantly up his legs, squirming as the flat, revealing underwear settled into place.  

“Holy shit you are so fuckin’ hot in those.”  

Josh’s lustful sigh stopped Tim’s creeping humiliation cold.  The broad jock still felt a twinge of awkwardness at the thought of walking around in public or being seen in a locker room wearing them, but none of that mattered against his friend’s adoring gaze.  “Yeah?  I feel ridiculous.”  Tim shifted his weight awkwardly, waiting for the dread that never came.  No matter how much he tried to force himself to feel otherwise, the revealing, feminine underwear seemed totally normal as it wedged between his plump cheeks and rode low beneath his firm stomach.  Regardless of what the old Tim expected, it didn't feel any different than when he’d wear nothing but his boxer briefs around the apartment.  The realization sent him reeling.  It didn’t feel any different because, somehow, it actually wasn’t out of the ordinary.  His altered body WAS the new normal, not what the one he remembered.  He wasn’t a former stud who’d had his dick stolen; he was a stud who never had one in the first place. 

“You okay?  You look a little pale,” Josh said, hopping to his feet.  

Tim nodded and rubbed his face, taking a deep breath to steady himself.  “I’m fine.  I think.  It’s all just hitting me at once,” he said, instinctively reaching out and taking his friend’s hand.  “Do you...do you remember me the way I was?  Not just that I used to look different, but actually remember it?”  

“Of course I...oh...whoa…” Josh trailed off, his eyes going wide.  His brow darkened and furrowed, but eventually he shook his head.  “Fuck...that’s weird.  All I remember is this,” he said, his other hand drifting down to brush against the front of Josh’s tight panties.  

Josh shivered and squeezed Josh’s hand, more eager than embarrassed at the thought of being fingered by his friend.  Even as he pictured it, his head filled with memories of himself moaning, clinging to the other man’s arm while Josh’s fingers were buried deep inside.  

“Yeah, I just remembered that too,” the dark-haired hunk grinned, his fat log twitching as he snapped the elastic of Tim’s underwear.  

The blonde’s meaty chest heaved as he took a deep breath and stepped back before they lost control again.  Looking around, he was starting to see subtle alterations to their apartment, a sign that the changes went far beyond his body and clothes.  There were several pictures of the two of them together on the wall, their arms wrapped around each other in a much more intimate pose than a simple pair of friends.  There was also a laundry basket in the corner that held clothes clearly belonging to both of them as Tim saw his altered underwear mingling with Josh’s standard briefs.  

Already knowing what he’d find but still needing the confirmation, the stocky jock pulled Josh along behind him to what used to be his room.  Now it was a home office, with a pair of desks on the far wall, one for each of them, and a random assortment of workout equipment scattered on the other side.  “Aw, man, how come MY room is the one that disappeared?  I better still have all my…” Tim paused when he looked away from the altered room and caught Josh’s smirking at him.  “What?  Something wrong?”  

His friend gave an awkward laugh, blushing slightly.  “No, it’s just, uh, your ass looks great in those panties, dude.”  Josh shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a slow breath as his inflated organ plumped and hardened.  “And that’s not something I ever thought I’d say.”  

Tim blushed, looking over a broad shoulder at how the lace clung to his meaty globes, accentuating their size and thickness.  “You better get used to saying it,” he chided, “‘cause I want to keep hearing it.”  The altered hunk was still surprised at how casually he was flirting with his friend over the feminine underwear.  He kept waiting for the crippling rush of humiliation that never came as he watched Josh openly ogle his ample rear.  “Keep practicing,” he said, adding a saunter to his step as he made his way to his new, shared bedroom.  He laughed at the loud whistle that followed and stopped to give the hairy mounds a shake just outside the door.  He had to remind himself about the absent sensation of his girthy package bouncing with the motion, just as he had to force himself to recognize how different it felt when he walked.  When he’d first hopped off the couch his stolen equipment had been terrifyingly front and center.  But now, even after such a short time, the missing weight barely even registered.  He turned and watched Josh waddling behind, his friend having the opposite problem as the thick log wagged like a pendulum with each step.  “Having a hard time with that thing?”  

“Hard is right,” Josh sighed, gripping the aching rod to keep it still.  “Guess I also better get used to people staring,” he said, paling at the sudden memories of his outlined equipment in all of his shorts and pants.  He’d always liked to show off his athletic build with tight, fitted clothing, and none of that had changed just because his cock had nearly doubled in size.  

Tim leaned into Josh’s embrace as they stood in the doorway, silently taking in the sight of their shared room.  Both of their heads were swimming in new memories of the hours they spent groaning and writhing together on the bed, but along with the haze of lust came the beautifully mundane.  Tim’s stomach fluttered as he remembered the mornings laying in bed, watching a freshly showered Josh get dressed for work, and the many, lazy days spent tangled together under the sheets until well into the afternoon.  The intensity was overwhelming, clearing out whatever remained of the blonde jock’s dread.  He wouldn’t have traded this new life for anything, especially not something as trivial as his former endowment.  Especially with Josh by his side, he didn’t need it.  He sighed when Josh leaned in and kissed the back of his neck, holding his friend’s arms tight against him.  

“So we’re a thing now, huh?  Like, officially,” Josh grinned, nibbling on Tim’s ear.  As with the other man, the lean jock felt none of the embarrassment he knew he should at the thought of openly being in a romantic relationship with another guy.  The images of the two of them cuddled together while they hung out with the guys weren’t humiliating; they made him swoon.  “Fuck, man, I even remember our anniversary.”  

Tim smiled and slipped out of Josh’s arms.  He walked over to what was now their shared dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a slinky red jockstrap.  “I remember getting you this for our last one,” he said, raising an eyebrow.  “Speaking of things that make your butt look great.”  

Josh blushed a matching shade, suddenly recalling how the bright red straps framed and lifted his perky bubble.  “Don’t think it’ll fit right now,” he said, nodding down at his defiantly rigid pole.  

“I’d just take it right back off anyway.”  Tim dropped the jock and shrugged, slipping his meaty hands under the straps of his lace and slowly working them down his hairy thighs.  He hung the panties off Josh’s inflated rod, giving the other man a slow stroke before sauntering over and stretching out on the bed.  There was enough of the former jock left to at least recognize how odd it should have felt to be purring like a cat and spreading his empty legs seductively, a role he was used to watching, not performing.  But in the moment, all he felt was turned as he slid a hand down his firm muscle gut to brush his fingers against his hungry new lips.  “The couch was fun, but I think you can do better.”  

Josh shivered with delight as he watched the altered stud’s eager display, absently stoking the discarded panties along his stolen size.  As thrilled as he was for their impending romp, the lean jock was even more excited about the fact that they’d pass out in each other’s arms afterwards, and would wake up and do it all over again in the morning.  He climbed onto the bed, draping himself over Tim’s broad frame as he pressed their lips together.  “You can bet on it,” he grinned.