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“HHHOOOUUuuuoooOOOUHHnnnNNHHH…”

You’d think that, after fantasizing about them for years, it would have taken more than a couple months for the sound of Dave’s ecstatic howls to become background noise.  But even in my wildest fantasies I wasn’t hearing them this often.  I leaned my chair back far enough to see through the office door and out into the living room, catching the last of my naked friend’s spasms.  The novelty of the view had yet to wear off, and as I looked at his lean, exposed frame, with his modest build and surprisingly ample cheeks, my heart raced like it was the first time all over again.  Dave was far from a meathead, but the handsome brunette had always been athletic, bringing a fit physique with him as he’d journeyed into his early thirties.  If anything, the years were only refining his appearance, the sands of time wearing away the boyish exterior to reveal a distinguished man underneath.  Dave’s trim beard still accentuated his strong jaw and sharp cheeks, making the softness of his plump lips stand out even more, and his bright eyes still sparkled, but deep lines had started to appear in the creases, giving him an aura of experience that only added to his masculine charm.  Toss in a thick head of wavy, chocolate hair, and Dave never lacked for attention.  He attracted interested partners as soon as he walked into a room, and that list only grew when his friendly personality entered the mix.

It had certainly lured me in.  I’d had a crush on the handsome brunette since we’d met in the dorms during our first year of college, secretly savoring every moment we got to spend together.  As the years unfolded and our friendship grew, those feelings remained as strong, and silent, as ever.  Being that he was unfortunately straight, I’d never said anything to Dave about them because I didn’t want to make the friendship awkward.  He knew I was gay, but I didn’t see the need to complicate things by making my unresolved feelings his problem, so I left that world to fantasy.  I’d always suspected he knew anyway, a suspicion that was confirmed when my friend decided to turn his life upside down.

I still don’t know why he did it.  He’d always lamented the slightly below-average size of his endowment, but considering the amount of attention he still received, and maintained, it obviously wasn’t a point of concern for anyone else.  I’d unfortunately never seen it myself, but from mutual friends who’d hooked up with him, I’d been told it was on the shorter, thinner side, no more than five inches at most with a width that was described as “serviceable” at best.  Still,  Dave knew how to use it, and he knew how to use his mouth and fingers if his eager rod wasn’t enough.  I’d never heard from anyone, not even himself on the rare occasions that he’d boast about it, that he left a partner unsatisfied.  So there should have been no reason for him to turn to something as unpredictable as magic, especially considering that he was seeking a solution to a problem that didn’t even exist.

I still wonder if that’s why it all went wrong.  Or maybe he really didn’t understand what he was getting into.  Either way, the spell that was supposed to make his dick bigger instead made it more potent.  Eager.  Demanding.  It was still the same five inches, with the same modest balls attached, only now the petite package was insatiable, along with Dave himself.  My friend had always had a healthy, virile sex drive, but since the spell had gone haywire he was like a man possessed.  Or perhaps “obsessed” is a better word.

He couldn’t get enough of anything dick related.  Like a switch being flipped, he’d gone from entirely straight to entirely gay, his body pushed into overdrive merely by the presence of other men.  His cock was hard and he was painfully horny almost all the time, but the biggest challenge was the way the eager organ would pop off at random.  Like a geyser, Dave’s untouched rod would spew buckets, the size of his releases having become as exaggerated as everything else.  So, even if his body didn’t now reject the idea of clothing, his constant erection and shotgun eruptions would have made pants and underwear challenging at best.  It wasn’t that Dave couldn’t wear clothes, but that he started itching and aching the second he put them on, a mental tick more than a physical one.  He could stomach it for short bursts when absolutely necessary, but there was usually a rebound effect whenever he did, meaning he spent most days entirely unencumbered.

Unfortunately, for him, anyway, that made going about the necessities of daily life a unique challenge.  Work was out of the question, even working from home, and with the unpredictable nature of his releases it was a gamble even attempting to run to the grocery store.  Sometimes Dave would pop off only once an hour, but other times he’d erupt several times in a row only minutes apart.  And considering the rapturous nature of the orgasms, hiding them was out of the question.  Each one was a moment of uncontrollable ecstasy, seemingly ripped out of Dave’s howling, bucking frame.  He described them as feeling even more intense than they looked from the outside, which, considering his slack jawed, wide-eyed, weak-kneed performance, was saying something.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the night he finally grew desperate enough to call me.  He’d been stuck in his current state for days at that point, and while he’d given me a brief warning over the phone, I was nowhere near prepared for what awaited me.  I walked into his apartment to find him in one of his fitted t-shirts and a pair of tented boxers, the musky aroma hitting me as soon as I stepped inside.  He was fidgeting already, tugging at his shirt and shifting uncomfortably, but before he could even attempt an explanation he was wracked by one of the unpredictable explosions.  I was so stunned that I didn’t even think to look away.  Yes, this was something I’d fantasized about for years, but it was so unexpected, so shocking, that at the time it wasn’t even arousing.  As I watched him howl and moan, torturously clawing at his shirt as his untouched cock sprayed through his soaked boxers, I didn’t know what was happening, let alone have the wherewithal to decide whether or not it was a turn on.

Though, to be fair, it didn’t take long for that question to land in the affirmative.  A hurried explanation followed once he’d stopped spraying and the clothes came off.  It all sounded so ridiculous that I would have had a hard time believing it, but our years of friendship were enough for me to know this wasn’t at all the kind of prank he’d pull, nor was the naked hunk imaginative enough to have made it up as some kind of kinky roleplay.  The two additional eruptions that occurred during his explanation also helped, letting me see firsthand that something impossible was at work.  I was trying my best not to take advantage of the situation.  Object of my fantasies or not, Dave was first and foremost my friend, and he was clearly in distress at the moment.

In more ways than one.  He’d been apologetic all through his explanation, and even more so when he finally got to the reason why he’d called me specifically out of everyone he knew.  He was painfully in need of another man, and he didn’t have anyone else he trusted to help him through this part of things specifically.  He’d also finally addressed the unspoken attraction by saying that he’d always known, but he hadn’t said anything either since it was beyond either of our control.  He said that he happily would have returned the feeling if he’d been able, and now that he suddenly could, suddenly needed to, he was all too ready to make up for lost time if I was willing.

I’d barely finished nodding before he had my clothes off and my dick in his mouth.  As someone who’d had plenty of experience receiving but not giving, I was immediately impressed by Dave’s skill.  His hands, lips, head, and tongue all moved in concert, as if he’d spent countless hours on his knees.  He certainly seemed content to spend hours at the time, holding me in place and clearly savoring every moment of tongue-bathing worship.  In retrospect, the impossible, unexpected scenario made it all easy, the overwhelming circumstances leaving little room for the anxiety or insecurity I normally would have felt.  I’m nowhere near as in shape as my friend, sitting squarely in the “average” range, but his multiple eruptions while feverishly bobbing his head, the way he’d looked at me with pure, unfiltered desire, left little room for something as inconsequential as nerves.

We spent the rest of that first night eagerly exploring this new aspect of our friendship, and Dave moved in with me by the end of the week.  I’ve got a good job and a house with more than enough room for the two of us, so it was an easy decision.  I had a spare bedroom that wasn’t being used, though I’ve since gotten used to sleeping through both his moans and his eruptions, and there was space for us to spread out so we weren’t constantly on top of each other.  Coming from a one-bedroom apartment himself, Dave didn’t have much to begin with, and it wasn’t like he needed much in the way of clothing at the moment.  He had some money in savings and offered to help with rent and utilities, but I told him not to worry about it for now, that we’d figure that part out later if things didn’t settle down.

It didn’t look like things were settling down.  Two months in, Dave’s condition was still exactly as it had been that first night.  And while we’d both adjusted to the physical aspects, the social and emotional ones were starting to take their toll.  We had a healthy routine at home.  Dave wanted to stay busy with the household stuff since I was the only one working at the moment and he was typically the one making the messes, but he’d been a fairly social guy before all this and the isolation was getting to him.

I’d finally convinced him to widen the circle and tell at least a few other folks what happened.  He had a solid group of friends, and, straight guys or not, while they might not be able to fully understand or reciprocate his new desires, they at least wouldn’t leave him hanging.  I’m still blown away by the ease with which guys like Erik and Tony, a burly jock and a dumpy nerd, respectively, just rolled with it, still coming over to hang out with Dave as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.  They’d show up for game nights or to watch a game on TV, overlooking Dave’s frequent eruptions altogether or, at most, making an empathetic joke about it.

The bigger problem was Dave himself.  Despite his above average looks, he’d always been relatively modest.  That’s why, until recently, I’d only ever seen him without a shirt on after so many years of friendship.  He’d never been the kind of guy who’d take a sip of booze and start disrobing regardless of who was around, so to suddenly be on display, to have his most intimate of reactions laid bare, was a slow adjustment.  He was gradually starting to come around, and I was trying to seize on the OnlyFriends idea that Erik had brought up, but I didn’t want to push too hard.  Setting up an account would give him something to do, a way to be productive and make money again, and it would give him a social outlet at the same time.  I just had to get him to see it that way.

Now felt like one of the good times to bring it up.  He caught me eyeing him from my desk and smiled bashfully, his toned pecs heaving as he caught his breath.  “Sorry,” he sighed, looking sheepish.  “I’ll clean it up.”

“Dude, you don’t have to say that every time.  I trust you,” I said, my stomach still fluttering at the sight of his flushed, bare frame.  “What’re you gettin’ up to?”

“I was going to head downstairs and lift for a bit,” he shrugged, not sounding at all enthused by the idea.

“Orrrr…” I said, my cock twitching as I hopped out of my chair.  I’d never been the kind of guy to lounge around the house naked, but being around Dave was a bit infectious.  A part of me also felt bad wearing clothes when I knew he couldn’t, like I was flaunting it, so I’d taken to wearing as little as possible in solidarity.  It also gave Dave ready access when a particularly potent urge hit, the two of us having established an understanding that, unless specifically stated otherwise, consent was implied.  “...we could do this instead,” I said, wrapping my arms around him from behind.  He immediately pressed back with his plump bubble and blushed, still coming to terms with just how much of an eager bottom he’d become.

“Not really much of a choice,” he chuckled, putting his hands on top of mine as they slid along his firm abs and stroked through the wiry patch of hair at the center of his chest.  I leaned in to kiss his neck and I felt him tense as soon as my lips made contact, another release ripping through him.  He clutched my hands to his chest, my fingers toying with his tiny nipples as he moaned and spasmed, the look of pure ecstasy on his bearded face nearly pulling me over the edge with him.

“You are so hot when you do that,” I sighed, half-holding him up when the spraying finally stopped.

“Dude, you don’t have to say that every time,” he panted, grinning at me before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Sorry, I absolutely do,” I said, spinning him in my arms to face me.  My hands immediately clamped onto the hefty bubble I loved so much, our rigid cocks wedging together between us.  “I don’t make the rules, I just follow ‘em.”

Dave chuckled and pressed his forehead against mine.  “I’d like a word with whoever does.”

“Have you…thought any more about Erik’s idea,” I asked, surprised when he nodded.

“It’s just a lot, you know?  I mean, I get it.  This doesn’t seem like it’s slowing down any time soon, if ever, so I might as well take advantage of it, right?  But it’s not…it’s not that easy,” he said, his face going red.

“You know I’m not going to push,” I added quickly.  “Whatever you decide I’m totally fine with.”

“But you want me to do it,” he grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“I want you to be happy.  I feel bad watching you pace around the house all day, and the guy’s got a point.  It seems like a perfect way to check off a lot of boxes…you’d have something to work on, it’d make you some money, and, I know you’re going to argue with me here, it’ll get you at least some sense of community again.”

“A bunch’a horny people on the internet is hardly a…”

“It’s whatever you make it,” I interrupted.  “If you want it to just be a bunch of horny people, then that’s what it’ll be.  But you’d get to decide that.  You can engage or not engage as much as you want.  And besides…who knows where it could lead?”

Dave hesitated, looking down at himself.  “I dunno, man.  I’m not the biggest or buffest…”

“Stop. Right. There.”  I punctuated the words with quick kisses, my hands digging into his supple rear.  “You were hot enough to do this before you picked up your fun little party trick,” I said, my eyes not leaving his.  “And I’m not even talking about your looks.  Baby, you’re beautiful, but you’re the whole deal.  You’re smart, funny, charming…this ass is just gravy.”  I gave it a slap for emphasis, loving the way he grinned when I called him “baby.”

“Would you do it with me,” he asked, his tone making it clear the question was genuine, not an attempt at deflecting.

It was my turn to blush.  I’d never even considered it, but already I knew that if Dave wanted me to, the answer was a firm yes.  “If it’ll make you happy,” I said, my cock throbbing at the knowledge that he’d finally agreed.  He may not have said the words yet, but I could see the growing excitement in his eyes.  It was only a matter of time before everyone would get to see the new Dave, but I wasn’t jealous or worried; I was thrilled that he was taking back some control.

Without another word, he quickly lubed my waiting pole with his own ample juices and spun back around.  He gave a pop of the hips that he’d quickly perfected and I was inside him, his bouncing bubble pressed against my stomach as he gazed back at me over his shoulder.  “We should probably rehearse, then,” he winked as he started writhing.