John(ny), pt. 2 (Patreon)

Thus far, David’s magic kept Brad and Mark from thinking too much about their friend’s frequent absences, with the two largely assuming that John was simply bed-hopping.  They’d all done it enough in their college days, and that hadn’t changed much in the few years since graduation.  Other than the fact that they no longer had classes to skip, much of their day-to-day remained the same.  They’d decided to stick it out as roommates while getting their professional lives up and running, which also allowed them to continue their regular trips to the gym and bar as a trio of brawny bachelors.

John’s ill-concealed cock already twitched at the thought of his friends.  While he’d always known and appreciated how handsome Brad was, with his bronze skin, raven hair, and stocky build, he’d never thought about it from anything other than an objective viewpoint.  The same went for Mark’s shredded, swimmer’s frame, disarmingly cute features, and shaggy blonde mop.  John had always taken for granted that he lived with a pair of handsome hunks because he’d been one himself.  And although he still had the looks of one, the sudden loss of that internal identity left him reeling.  Now, he wasn’t sure if he was thrilled or mortified at the prospect of returning to his friends.  As he drove back to their shared house, it was taking all of his willpower not to pop out of his shorts just thinking about them, making it clear that the anxious Adonis was going to be in for a struggle when he was actually in their presence.  He briefly considered just not returning home at all, but he knew that David would never let that go, and sooner or later he’d have to go back.  The best he could hope for at this point was that they’d be out when he returned, giving him a bit more time to get his bearings, or that maybe only one of them would be home.  Those hopes were dashed as soon as he pulled up and saw two cars in the driveway.  It was a late Saturday morning, so it made sense that both would be there, meaning that his last possible chance for salvation hinged on whether or not his friends had slept in.  As soon as he cracked the front door and heard a pair of voices, John knew his fate was sealed.

Brad and Mark both lounged in the living room right on the other side, with the dark-haired hunk occupying one end of the couch while the ripped blonde took up the other.  Brad’s stocky, bulky frame was clad only in a pair of teal boxer-briefs, while Mark had on worn boxers, their messy bed-head and the remnants of breakfast on the coffee table serving as evidence that John had just narrowly missed his window of opportunity for sneaking in.

“Get up early and sneak out, or are you just now coming home,” Brad asked, raising an eyebrow when he pulled his attention away from the TV to look over at John.  “THAT’S a new look,” he chuckled, his eyes traveling up and down the rapidly-blushing redhead’s frame.

“Whooooaaa!  Who is she,” Mark whistled, his eyes following the same path as Brad’s.

John cleared his throat, focusing all his willpower on not talking like Johnny.  “Yeah, yeah…get it out now,” he sighed, rolling his eyes as an excuse not to stare at his friends.

“Just decide to give yourself a makeover or what?  Not really leaving much to the imagination, are you?”  Brad still hadn’t looked away, and John wasn’t sure how he felt about the familiar intent he saw forming in the bulky jock’s expression.  It was a look normally directed at potential bedroom conquests, not himself.

“Yeah…did you get a haircut or something?  You look different,” Mark added before shaking his head.  “I mean, aside from whatever’s going on with your clothes.”

“I just, uh, wanted to, like, switch it up, you know?” John stammered, kicking himself at Johnny’s vocal interjection.  As his nerves grew he could feel his control slipping, so he quickly turned to kick off his shoes as another excuse to look away, immediately regretting the decision when he felt a rush of air on his lower back.  The tank-top had ridden up in the process, giving his friends a glimpse of the aqua whale tail poking up from the back of his shorts.

“Dude!  Are you wearing a fucking thong?” Brad laughed, his wide eyes still glued to John.

Mark appeared equally captivated as he gawked.  “What the fuck, bro?  You must have had a real interesting night.”

John tried his best to regain his composure, but it was a losing battle.  He couldn’t hold back the full-body blushing, nor could he force his former swagger to return.  Before, he would have told the pair to fuck off and simply strutted out of the room, but now all he could do was stand and squirm under their amused, increasingly hungry eyes.  “What’s the big deal?  It’s cute and I…” he cut himself off when he heard his deep voice forming the entirely wrong words, knowing full well that he’d just sealed his fate.

“If it’s so cute, let’s see it,” Brad said, throwing a muscled arm up on the back of the couch and giving his meaty thighs an absent pump.

“I mean, you already teased us with it,” Mark added.  “Don’t leave us hanging, man.”

“I…I…” John sputtered, his hands shaking as they slowly drifted towards the waist of his shorts.  He knew he should have just flashed his dick and told the pair to suck it, but Johnny couldn’t even fathom behaving that way.  While John tried to tell himself he wanted nothing more than to walk away, the submissive sidekick currently behind the wheel of his body wanted nothing more than to do whatever it was the hunky duo told him to.  “...fine.  Here you go,” he said, trying to sound annoyed but coming across as eager.  He knew what was coming as soon as he pushed the front of the shorts down, though that did little to stop the stuffed pouch’s immediate, obvious twitching.

“Bro…are you getting hard right now,” Mark asked with a shocked laugh as he watched John’s thick log swell.  The hardening organ tented the thong, exposing the taller jock’s hefty balls and trimmed bush.

“Fuck, dude…I’M getting hard right now,” Brad grunted, giving his legs another pump.  The stocky stud’s wide cock grew increasingly outlined beneath the bright boxer-briefs, the hand resting on top of his thigh absently drifting towards the inside.  “You trying to turn us on, big guy?”

John knew their reaction was due to David’s magic.  He’d fully expected his friends to respond this way, but he hadn’t anticipated the realization that he actually wanted them to.  That he had actually wanted them to for a long time.  John could deny those feelings and bury them beneath the societal expectations of a tall, hulking hunk like himself, but Johnny suffered no such limitations.  “Do you want me to,” he asked, his trim beard contrasting against his coy expression.

There was a moment of silence as Brad and Mark exchanged a quick, somewhat confused glance, but the following nods were inevitable.  His head spinning at the unfamiliar sensation of going through the sultry motions in his muscled frame, John popped the pouch of the thong free and gave his aching log a few strokes before slowly slipping out of the pointless underwear altogether.  The tank-top followed, with the ginger giant revealing the furry trail bisecting his brawny torso as he slid his hands up to his chest, flexing his powerful arms and prominent pecs as he pulled the top free.  Once naked, he sauntered over to the couch and dropped down between his friends, wasting no time in slipping a hand into each of their tented underwear and fishing their respective cocks free.  They’d all jerked off together before, and John had felt his friends’ equally impressive packages while horsing around over the years, but he’d never felt them in such an intimate manner.  As he slowly stroked along Brad’s wide log and Mark’s long hose, he couldn’t believe how much he liked it.  Feeling the warm, rigid organs filling out his gym-calloused hands was nothing like Johnny’s soft, dainty mitts, and instead of hating how big he felt, John was starting to relish the dichotomy between his strapping size and submissive impulses.

“Fuuuuuuuuck, dude,” Mark groaned, letting his head fall back on the couch.  “Have you been holding out on us?”

“Yeah, man…I don’t know where this came from, but it kinda feels like you’ve been keeping secrets,” Brad said, seemingly unable to look away from the meaty fist pumping away on his cock.

John felt like he should protest, but, as he was rapidly realizing himself, his friend wasn’t wrong.  “Just wait,” he purred, giving a few more pumps on each of them before slipping off the couch and kneeling in front of the dark-haired hunk.  He reached up before the other man could respond and tugged the boxer-briefs free, squeezing Brad’s meaty thighs as he leaned in and swallowed the waiting organ.  Where Johnny would have struggled to fit all of the excessive meat into his smaller mouth, John was able to take his friend all the way, loving how it felt to have his soft beard rubbing against the insides of Brad’s thighs.  It also felt right to be on his knees with the other man looming over him, making it easier for the ginger jock to let himself go.

“Hey!  How come he gets to go first,” Mark pouted, slipping out of his boxers as he watched John’s head bob furiously up and down in Brad’s lap.

The blonde’s question was answered a few moments later when his stocky friend spasmed and let out a gasping grunt.  John had long since grown accustomed to the sensation of warm cum trickling down a smooth chin, but it occurred to him that he didn’t hate how it felt running through his trimmed beard.  “That’s why,” he grinned, wiping his chin and smearing it through the wiry hairs on his chest, another pleasant new sensation.  “Hair trigger here is going to need a minute to reload,” he chuckled, feeling an inkling of his former self returning.  Johnny’s submissive streak was still fully in place, but there was growing space for the dual identities to exist simultaneously.

“Hey, fuck you,” Brad barked defensively.  “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so good at giving head.”

“I was, like, very much NOT complaining,” John giggled as he climbed back up onto the couch and positioned himself on all fours between his friends.  “But thanks for the compliment, bud,” he cooed, pursing his lips.  The variations in his vocabulary were starting to feel more and more natural as he careened towards something close to equilibrium, his excitement finally outweighing his anxiety as he shook his muscled bubble in Mark’s direction.  “If it makes you feel better, you get first crack at this.”

Mark blinked in stunned silence for a moment before practically throwing himself against the kneeling ginger, a beaming grin on his face.  “This is so wild, bro,” he said, spitting into his fist to lube his long, thick cock.  “I can’t believe we’re actually…I mean…how long have you wanted to do this?”

John gasped when he felt his friend’s glistening head press against his hungry hole.  He’d never been entered in his buff, brawny frame before, making it feel like the first time all over again.  A part of him was actually grateful that it was his two friends guiding him into this new phase of his life, whatever that might look like.  “So…so long,” he finally grunted when Mark was fully inside.  “Like, for years.  I just didn’t know how to say it…and I didn’t want to mess anything uuunnhhh…up…” he groaned as the blonde started thrusting.  The vulnerable admission was entirely true, but John still couldn’t believe he was finally acknowledging it, let alone saying it out loud.

“Oh, dude, whatever,” Brad said, reaching out to stroke his stubby fingers through John’s short, ginger crop.  “You know we wouldn’t give a shit about something like that.”

“Yeah, man…just…think about all the…fun we…could’ve been having…” Mark grunted between thrusts, his trim hips sending ripples through John’s muscled bubble on impact.  “Better late…than…never…” he laughed, shoving the taller man’s face down into Brad’s lap.

With his pummeled ass in the air and his face buried against his stocky friend’s slowly surging cock, John couldn’t believe how good he felt.  A part of him was still mortified at the way he was so eagerly and casually being used by his friends, but that part was mostly a reflex trained from years of neglect.  Yes, he was a little embarrassed.  And yes, he felt vulnerable and exposed.  But he also felt fantastic and safe and whole in a way he never had before.  His friends’ teasing and taunting was a turn on, not a cruelty, and what initially seemed like it would be a punishment was rapidly revealing itself as a gift.  John had left David’s house horrified at the thought of his straight-bro friends seeing him in his skimpy outfit and treating him the way men had treated Johnny, but now he recognized it for the blessing that it was.  He didn’t have to choose between two extremes, between a prancing twink or a strutting stud; he could be both.  It was okay for him to want to be ordered around and told what to do and to let someone else take charge in the bedroom.  Just because he was bigger and stronger than most didn’t mean he “had” to play any role he didn’t want to.  If he wanted to be a cock-hungry power bottom as a strapping, 6’4” jock then that’s what he’d be.  If he felt smug and confident, he’d act that way.  If he wanted to be coy and giggle, he’d do that, too.

And if he wanted to choke on Brad’s cock while Mark pounded him senseless, he certainly wasn’t going to hold himself back.  The stocky stud lasted longer this time, and after the thrusting blonde had unloaded into John’s muscled bubble, the dark-haired hunk took his turn and finished himself off in the dazed jock’s loose, leaking hole.  He flipped John over first, hoisting his friend’s long legs onto his shoulders and clamping down on the prone hunk’s hairy pecs as he hammered away.  John was finally pushed over the edge himself just before Brad came, blasting all over his face and chest like a shotgun as his friend added to the milky waterfall streaming from his rear.

There was another prolonged silence when they’d finished, with John’s spent, sticky frame stretched between his friends on the couch.  He had his head in Mark’s lap now while his legs rested on Brad’s, his friends absently stroking his burly muscle like they were petting a dog.

“Reeeaaally not how I saw this morning going,” Mark finally chuckled, his smile growing at the way John gazed up at him with a goofy, charming grin.  “Dude…your beard has so much cum in it right now.”

“Most of it’s his own,” Brad said, sounding proud.  He reached down and gave John’s limp hose a possessive squeeze, adding, “dude always was a big shooter.  Especially when he’s got someone like me giving it to him.”

Mark ruffled John’s hair and gave the jock’s pec a squeeze.  “Bro, give me some credit.  I warmed him up at the very least.”

For his part, John was perfectly content to let his friends talk about him like he wasn’t there.  He loved their patronizing tones and the way they casually fondled him, more than happy to let them do both for as long as they liked.

“I guess we’ll have to figure out how this works now.  Like, which of us gets you on which nights, you know?  Stuff like that,” Brad said, as if they’d already decided as a group that John now belonged to the two of them.

“Is that your only new outfit,” Mark asked, simply nodding in agreement with Brad’s statement.  “Don’t worry if it is…we can get you more.  We’ll just have to throw away all your old stuff first.  Is that what you want,” he asked, his tone dripping with condescension.

“Yes, please,” John said, his hefty cock already twitching at the thought.  Brad and Mark were seemingly intent on picking up where David and Johnny had left off, and the giddy jock couldn’t have been happier at the prospect.  He now understood what the wizard had been doing for him, not to him, this entire time, and, just like the older man said, he knew exactly when he’d return.  He’d give it a few days to let things settle and pick up a new wardrobe, but then he planned on going back to thank David in person.

With some coaxing, John was sure that he could even convince Brad and Mark to come.  After all, the wizard had succeeded in turning John into his best self.  Maybe he could do the same for his friends?