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Drew stared at the chiseled Adonis, his heart racing as he met the gorgeous hunk’s sparkling eyes.  The brown pools were a shade that bordered on gold, just like the cropped hair that lurked under the other man’s backwards baseball cap.  The stud’s smile was easy, his striking, unblemished face free from worry as his plump, full lips curled into a slight grin.

“Ya’ll see somethin’ ya like,” Andy asked with his Southern twang, his powerful arms separating into distinct muscle groups as he reached up and rested them on the crimson cap.  The pose emphasized his muscular majesty, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders and the fullness of his pecs while contrasting them both against the tightness of his tapering waist.  The tanned, bare torso was just as smooth and unweathered as the perfect face above, with only a light dusting of hair at the base of the ripped abs leading the way to the stuffed, turquoise jockstrap below.  The skimpy underwear and hat were all that Andy wore, leaving his powerful legs and ample rear as exposed as the rest of him.

Drew didn’t know how to respond.  He was grateful to feel any stirrings of life in his short, stout cock, an increasingly rare occurrence lately, but the source of his desire was troubling.  He looked down at his own doughy, undefined frame, the sagging chest and round, heavy belly that loomed above his boxers a far cry from the other man’s impossible physique.  He struggled to wrap his head around how fast things had changed.  Just a handful of years before, no more than five or six at most, he’d also been a ripped hunk.  Always a jock growing up, Drew had taken full advantage of his athletic physique during his college days, partying and fucking his way all over campus in a delirious daze fueled by cheap beer, plenty of interested partners, and an abundance of youthful virility.  It had been four, fantastic years of carefree bliss, where everything, and everyone, came easily.

Once the party ended, though, it all quickly came crashing down.  A generic business degree didn’t go far, especially when Drew hadn’t paid attention in class to begin with, and his fantastic physique was much more difficult to maintain when things like groceries and rent took priority over a gym membership.  Not that he had time to hit the gym as much, anyway.  After hopping from restaurants to stores to warehouses, working as many hours as he could to afford his small apartment, five pounds became ten, ten became twenty, and twenty became fifty, his once-abundant muscle now buried beneath a thick, soft padding.

The dominoes fell from there.  His thick, dirt-colored hair started thinning, and the long hours and constant worrying about his meager finances wore away what youthful features hadn’t been swallowed when his face had filled out.  He looked closer to forty than thirty, and he’d begun to feel like it.  The extra weight and stress had sucked the life from his formerly-virile cock, but the bigger problem was that it didn’t really matter.  The throngs of people who’d once thrown themselves at Drew had evaporated just as quickly, leaving the former jock floundering.  Precisely because people had always come to him, he’d never had to learn how to actually make friends, or approach a potential partner.  Friends had come built-in with his various athletic endeavors, and the only thing he’d ever had to do socially was decide which hookup option to settle on.  Now, having to try, having to possibly be rejected, was just one more worry he didn’t have the mental bandwidth or the time for.

And then there was beautiful, simple Andy.  “Ya’ll thinkin’ ya fucked up, Big Boy?  ‘Cause ya’ll done fucked up,” the stud sighed, flexing his chiseled bulk.  “Remember this?”  Still wearing the same laidback grin, Andy slid a hand along his prominent pecs and sculpted abs before tugging the front of the jock down, letting his hefty equipment spill free.  The girthy, nine inch hose surged and shot to life almost instantly, the heavy balls already churning below.

A pang of envy punched through Drew as he watched the thick club wag back and forth.  Whereas he struggled to get even semi-hard lately, the oozing organ could pop off like a shotgun just as easily and frequently as the buff brunette flashed his charming grin.  It was like a party trick.  Andy could simultaneously cum with minimal effort, or he could fuck for hours, whatever the situation required.  If it involved getting off, or getting someone else off, the lantern-jawed jock was a genius.  If it involved using his brain instead of his body, however, things were better left to someone else.  That suited the flexing hunk just fine as he was really only interested in the former anyway, not the latter.

“Come on…lemme see it,” Andy purred.  “Ah showed ya’ll mine.  Whip that thing out…we’ll get ‘im goin’, just you wait,” he grinned, nodding at Drew’s boxers.

Despite being entirely flustered, the former jock did as he was told, reluctantly pushing his boxers down to let his short, wide cock and heavy balls hang free.  The stout organ throbbed and swelled slightly, but even if he’d reached full mast, Drew was well aware that his six inches were well below the hung stud’s oversized heft.  Blushing, he tugged on the groggy rod, glad for any response even if it was with another man.  Considering the abundance of attention he’d received in his glory days, Drew had fooled around with guys before, but he’d always thought of it as him being generous.  He was letting them get him off, nothing more.  It was just a novelty, a way to break up the monotony of endless pussy, certainly not something he truly enjoyed or desired.

“Well good mornin’ li’ fella,” Andy cooed as Drew’s cock started to achieve a state of arousal.  “Feels good, don’t it?”

The doughy man swallowed hard and nodded, one hand groping along his meaty midsection while the other kept up its steady stroking, not wanting to lose any of the rare rigidity.  “Feels like I haven’t been hard in weeks,” Drew finally muttered, unable to look away even as he squirmed under the gorgeous stud’s gaze.

“Ain’t talkin’ bout your dick, bud,” Andy said, shaking his head.  He motioned back and forth between them, his tone gentle.  “Ah’m talkin’ bout me’n you.  ‘Bout this.  Lettin’ it all hang out with some hard man meat in the room,” he winked.

Drew’s face went crimson.  “What?  No!  Don’t be ridiculous.  This isn’t…I’M not…I mean, just because I’ve messed around with guys a few times doesn’t mean I’m gay or anything.”

“Few times?!”  Andy let out a loud laugh, his head falling back on his broad shoulders.  “Boy, just who in the fuck do you you think you’re talkin’ to?  You can lie to everyone else all ya like, but ya’ll ain’t lyin’ to me.  Ah wouldn’t be here otherwise, and we both know it.”

Drew felt a genuine surge pulse through his cock as his flustered thoughts followed Andy’s implication, arriving promptly at a memory of Greg.  The wiry, dark-haired man was a manager at the store across from his kiosk, a pop-culture boutique that sold band t-shirts, jewelry, toys, comic book accessories, and anything else that was trendy at the moment.  They’d never exchanged anything other than basic pleasantries, but as he tugged on a cock that was responsive for the first time in weeks, it occurred to Drew just how much he looked forward to crossing paths with the cute little man.

He shivered as the word “cute” crossed his mind, the first time he’d openly used it, even within his own thoughts.  But there wasn’t any other word for it.  With his stylish crop and sharp features adorning a tight, lean body that was unintentionally accentuated by his tiny superhero t-shirts and skinny jeans, Greg was adorable.  They were roughly the same age, but the short, skinny nerd was nothing like the conventionally popular people Drew historically hung around with or sought out for more intimate encounters, with one notable exception.

“Reckon he reminds ya’ll of someone, don’t he,” Andy grinned, his hand kneading a meaty pec as he spoke.  “He’s a cutey.  That tight lil’ bod even has a fat lil’ ass, just like…”

“Shane,” Drew sighed, his stomach fluttering at the memory.  He’d met the lithe little blonde when they’d been assigned to work on a project together in a history class during his Senior year at college.  He’d immediately picked up on the smaller man’s awkward attraction towards him, but instead of taunting him with the knowledge the way he normally would have whenever a guy showed interest, Drew instead tempered his approach.  There was something captivating about Shane that pulled on his protective instincts instead of his antagonistic ones.  At the time, Drew tried to tell himself that it was just because the scrawny man seemed genuinely nice.  He was funny and smart and kind, and, in the jock’s limited view, he’d needed someone to look out for him.

And when Drew’s feelings started to change, when he’d caught himself thinking about Shane the way the smaller man undoubtedly thought about him, he’d at first blamed it on boredom.  He’d already fucked every interested woman on campus, coed, professor, or otherwise, and he told himself it was just curiosity that pulled his thoughts in Shane’s direction.  After all, the hunky jock could already admit when another man was attractive, and while he’d sometimes enjoyed the view in the locker room, his athletic peers never registered on his arousal radar the way the tight-bodied twink did.  Drew wasn’t interested in guys who looked like himself, but someone like Shane, with his slender arms, surprisingly thick little rear, and cute face, was apparently different enough to at least make him wonder.

Even several years later, Drew still wasn’t sure which of them had been more surprised when he’d made his move.  One minute they’d been working on their project, and the next he’d had Shane in his arms, their lips pressed together as he’d practically torn the smaller man’s pants free.  There was nothing tiny about the impressive equipment lurking in the blonde’s comic-book briefs, but even that had been a surprising turn on.  The sight of a cock larger than his own on the slender nerd’s toned frame had revved Drew’s engines in a way he’d never experienced, driving him on to one of his best performances as he’d hammered into Shane’s plump bottom late into the night.

But it was the following morning that things took a truly surprising turn.  After expressing just how much he’d enjoyed himself in a rare moment of post-coital vulnerability, Drew thought Shane had simply been mocking him when he’d started talking about a magical hat that could make both of their desires a reality.  But, much to the jock’s astonishment, it was all too real.  He still didn’t fully understand how it worked.  When Shane had tried to explain it he’d tuned the other man out, thinking it was all just a fantasy, and afterwards he wasn’t in a position to understand much at all.  He’d put the crimson baseball cap on without hesitation, thinking it all a joke, only for his world to turn inside out.  His body had already been fit and athletically sculpted at the time, but as soon as the cap settled in place Drew became Andy, the grinning, gorgeous stud currently staring back at him from the mirror.  He was walking perfection, with the kind of body that turned heads wherever he went regardless of what he wore.  And it certainly helped that the latter consisted of as little as possible at all times.  But while his body became sharper than ever, his mind and attitude went in the opposite direction.  He didn’t become dumb as much as his priorities shifted, the cerebral taking a distant backseat to primal, physical pleasures.  Things like worry, modesty and embarrassment went out the window, replaced by a laidback self assurance that would have bordered on arrogance if the hunky himbo hadn’t been so oblivious.  The jock’s original state had never been close to bookish to begin with, but he seemed like a genius compared to the muscled puppy he’d become.

The original Drew had still been present inside the hung, horny shell, experiencing a week of bliss as Andy and Shane made a splash all over campus.  Whatever forces that lurked inside the hat hadn’t just changed Drew, they’d changed the world.  Everyone acted as if the stunning stud with the exaggerated drawl had always been there, and had always been in an obvious relationship with another man.  While Drew was confused and embarrassed by his attraction for the wiry little twink, Andy was all too happy to show his affection in public.  He routinely manhandled, pawed at, and made out with Shane regardless of where they were or who was around, letting the smaller man feel any required embarrassment for the both of them.  He’d lounged in Shane’s apartment after class, not feeling the slightest shred of humiliation when his temporary lover would arrive home with a friend in tow to find him naked, hard and eager.

Andy had been so infatuated with Shane that nothing else mattered, but when the time came to make a choice, when he’d had to decide which version of himself he was going to stick with, Drew hadn’t been able to commit.  He’d been able to loosen his grip for a week, but the thought of spending the rest of his life as a hung, horny himbo was too much.  It wasn’t even that those specific aspects bothered him since “Andy” had sprung from his desires as much as Shane’s; it was that he couldn’t handle the thought of openly being with another man.  After so many years of hyper-aggressive heterosexuality and team-sport toxic masculinity, he couldn’t let himself believe that he could be happy and out at the same time.  It hadn’t mattered that everyone else loved Andy just as much as they did Drew, if not moreso, because the anxious jock didn’t love that part himself.

So he’d taken the hat off, said goodbye to both Shane and Andy, and locked that part of his desires away ever since.  Shane told him to keep the hat, that maybe it would come in handy if he ever got to a point where he was ready for it, but Drew had done his best over the years to force any thought of the crimson cap from his mind.  Until now.  Until Greg.

Despite legitimately forgetting where he’d stored it, Drew had come home from work to find the hat waiting for him on his table a week ago.  And since that time, whenever he looked in a mirror or even passed a reflective surface, it was Andy he saw looking back.  The stunning stud was inescapable.  He constantly tried to either convince or cajole Drew to put the hat on, invading his dreams and even his stray thoughts with fantasies of what life could be like with Greg.  His memories of Shane would start to replay if he lost his focus for even a moment, only now with his new friend swapped in, feeling the rush of denied desire just as intensely as he had the first time around.  And without the illusions of youth and popularity, with just his current lackluster existence to compare it to, the fear that held him back before didn’t seem as daunting.

“But…I don’t even know Greg, not really,” Drew sighed, the crimson cap lurking on the periphery of his vision.  He didn’t remember bringing it into the bathroom with him, yet there it was on the counter, waiting.  “We say hi to each other sometimes and that’s it.  How do I know I’m…we’re…even what he’d want in the first place?”

“Thought ah was s’posed to be the dumb one,” Andy chuckled.  “What part of ‘ah wouldn’t be here otherwise’ doesn’t make sense to you?  You really wanna try and figure out how magic works?  You ain’t got time for that.  He likes you.  You like him.  Now put the damn cap on an’ quit bein’ such an idiot.”

“I just…me and Shane at least had a prior connection though, right?  Does Greg just want a big dick and a pretty face,” Drew asked, a rush of insecurity shooting through him.

“Ain’t about the body,” Andy said, sounding exasperated as he tapped a plump pec.  “It’s about what’s in here.  You wanna thicken us up afterwards?  Be my guest.  Hell, sounds fun.  Greg’d probably be into it considerin’ he’s into that belly now,” he grinned.  “Only one way to find out, and you’re about to blow it.  This is your second chance…you ain’t gettin’ a third.  In a few minute’s it’s gonna be a week since ah showed up, and ya’ll know what that means.”

A wave of dizziness washed over Drew, his heart racing and his head spinning as he looked at the hat.  He knew that if he put it on this time it wouldn’t be coming off again, at least metaphorically. He’d forever be Andy and everything that entailed, a horny hunk with a heart twice the size of his brain and a dick bigger than both.  He wouldn’t be the brightest bulb, and he’d happily do things that would make Drew want to crawl under a rock and hide, but, most importantly, he wouldn’t be doing them alone.  Shane had said that the hat brings out what both people desired, which meant that it somehow knew Greg wanted this too, or at least would want it if he knew it was an option, and since Andy obviously didn’t share his concerns  it didn’t really matter how Drew felt about things since he technically wouldn’t exist afterwards.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Drew grabbed the hat and practically slammed it into place, letting out a gasp when a familiar tingling broke out all over his heavyset frame.  Though the reflection in the mirror didn’t change as his burly body slimmed and trimmed to match, his plump cock and heavy balls expanding in his grip, the room around him did.  The dirty, dingy bathroom vanished, replaced by one that was still compact but much cleaner and more modern, decorated by more than yellowed and stained tiles.

“Whoooo…forgot what a wild ride that was,” Andy laughed to himself.  He shucked the jock entirely as he flexed and prodded at his once-again-firm frame, a wave of contentment joining the lingering dizziness as his head emptied.  All the fear and worry and regret he’d been feeling melted away with the excess bulk, leaving a giddy, aroused wonder in its place as he gazed at the impossibly familiar surroundings.

That sensation continued when he stepped out into the small living room that was at once entirely new and entirely familiar.  The furniture was still on the affordable side of things, but much nicer than his previously ratty accommodations, with a bright array of decorations peppering the cozy apartment.  It already felt like home in a way his previous dwelling never had, a safe space he looked forward to spending time in as opposed to a lonely little box, which was due in large part to who he now shared it with.  Both his heart and his inflated cock jumped a moment later when he heard a key enter the lock, his naked, erect state not registering as a concern in the slightest as the door opened.

“Hey hon,” Greg said, kicking out of his shoes and taking off his bag before looking up to see the bare beauty waiting for him.  “Babe!  We’ve talked about this…what if I had friends with me?  You’ve gotta put something on at some…” The wiry, dark-haired man was cut off when Andy bounded over and swallowed him in his muscled arms, leaning in for a long, rough kiss.  The lingering remains of Drew swooned as soon as their lips met, giving himself over to the eager Adonis as soon as he realized just how desperately he’d missed the sensation.

“Ah am wearin’ somethin’,” Andy said when they came up for air, tapping the crimson, backwards cap.

“I mean something that actually covers you up a little,” Greg said, his face flushed as he gazed at the smiling stud.

“Covers my hair, don’t it,” he shrugged, his eyes narrowing.  “Real question is why’re you still dressed?”

Greg laughed and shook his head.  “Baby, I just walked in the door, you gotta give me a second to…” he stopped when Andy’s hands made their way to the collar of his tight little t-shirt, his voice going stern.  “Don’t you dare.  I actually like this shirt.”

“Then lift ‘em up,” Andy grunted, forcefully raising Greg’s thin arms.  The smaller man just sighed and let his muscled lover manhandle him, shivering slightly when his trim torso was exposed.  Andy’s massive hands ran along Greg’s lean frame, his fingers tracing through the modest definition.  Like Shane, the cute little man was tight and toned but lacked any significant muscle mass, which suited Andy just fine since he had more than enough for both of them.  He loved how Greg’s lithe build looked and felt, how it stirred an almost paternally protective impulse in him, and he especially enjoyed the other man’s plump little cheeks.  He gave the supple mounds a squeeze through the flustered twink’s skinny jeans before undoing the fly and tugging them down, switching his grip to gently squeeze the impressive bulge in Greg’s bright briefs.  The smaller man let out a quiet sigh and reached over to reciprocate, his slender fingers wrapping around Andy’s log and giving a few tugs until the bigger man pulled it away.  “Now, now,” the grinning hunk chided, slipping his hands into Greg’s rapidly tenting underwear.  “Ya’ll just had a hard day at work…we’re takin’ care’a you first.”  He was on his knees by the time he finished speaking, bringing the other man’s briefs with him and letting the hefty log inside spring free.  The nearly seven inch organ looked even larger contrasted against Greg’s slim build, but Andy was more interested in how it tasted than how it looked at the moment.  He swallowed the whole thing and latched onto his lover’s supple bubble, holding him in place as he easily mouthed the throbbing organ.  The sensation of having his face buried between Greg’s trim thighs while the other man’s imposing cock oozed against the back of his throat was intoxicating, and Andy would have been perfectly content to spend the rest of the day on his knees if he didn’t know what his lover really wanted.  He slipped a finger between Greg’s cheeks as he bobbed his head, pressing against the spasming button.

“You’re…you’re gonna bring this to a close too soon,” Greg stammered, his hands clasping the crimson cap.  “I’m…I’m about to…”

Andy swallowed every last drop when Greg shuddered and sprayed down his wide, nimble throat.  “No such thing as too soon,” he said as he climbed to his feet and planted another long kiss, giving Greg a taste of his own lingering juices.  He grabbed the other man while their tongues battled, easily lifting him off the ground and guiding his legs to wrap around his waist.  As Greg clung to him, he pressed the smaller man up against the wall, both literally and figuratively leaning into the kiss.  He knew how much his lover enjoyed the sensation of being thrown around, how much he relished being lorded over and looked after by the doting himbo, a service that Andy was all too happy to provide.

By the time the smaller man was carried into the bedroom he was more than ready for round two.  With his supple legs resting on Andy’s broad shoulders, he arched his back and melted into a wide-eyed mass of moans and whimpers as the bigger man alternated between long, loving thrusts and punishing pummeling, both techniques bringing Greg to the brink over and over.  The smaller man came for a second time before Andy had erupted at all, but he was all too happy to let his lover take as long as he needed.

“Okay, yeah, you were right,” Greg laughed when they’d finally finished and he lay nestled against Andy’s prominent pecs.  “Wearing nothing but the hat around here is just fine with me.”