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It's Hot Out Here
🕑 Added 2022-06-10 22:58:56 +0000 UTCHey guys - I feel like everything I've written lately has had a moral. There's no real depth to this one, just a horny little fantasy. I hope you enjoy! Let me know in the comments. –D
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Graham was glad to get out of the city. It had been a cool spring, but the news was reporting that the weekend would be a scorcher. It was the perfect time to load up some friends and spend the weekend camping.
They got a reservation for a campsite – an impossible task, but Ferguson had written a program to constantly check for cancellations. They’d gotten lucky and found an available spot just a few hours from the city.
Graham was driving his Tesla while Ferguson navigated them to the remote location. Vinnie was in the backseat playing with his phone. The three of them were all tech guys, friends from university who had gotten jobs at the same megacorp.
Checking the rearview mirror, Graham saw Simon’s hybrid following them at a safe distance. His car had the food and the tent, not to mention the board games. Simon’s passengers – Riley and Kit – were total geeks too and excited for a long weekend away.
“How much farther is this place?” Graham asked. “I’ve never even heard of it.”
“Wait, there’s something you haven’t heard of?” Ferguson said with a mock gasp. “We should see a turnoff soon. Look for a sign that says Rainbow Roads. Like Mariocart.”
Vinnie chuckled at the reference.
“Oh, I see it!” Graham said, slowing down and taking the turn carefully. They were on a dirt road, winding their way towards the obscure campsite. “Shit... this place is in the middle of nowhere. Maybe we should have sprung for a more expensive campsite, huh?”
“Yeah, well, this was available,” Ferguson reminded him. “You can’t buy everything.”
“Maybe you can’t,” Graham joked. The startup he worked for had recently been acquired, and he had no shame reminding everyone what his stock options were worth. “What's the site number?”
“Hm... uh... I don't see one in the email," Ferguson scrolling and reading again. “I guess we’ll have to check in or something? Sorry, I’m not sure.”
The Tesla rounded one more corner and the road opened into a small field. There was a fire pit in the centre and flat grass around it. A picnic table was off to one side, and an outhouse was situated under some nearby trees. A wide stream ran beside the camp, and in the distance they could see the ocean.
“Wait... is this a private campsite?” Graham asked. “Okay, maybe this won’t totally suck.”
“Uh... I guess so?” Ferguson agreed cautiously. “The website didn't say anything about that.”
Graham pulled his car off to the side of the clearing and turned off the engine.
“Cool,” he grinned. “Okay, good job Ferguson.”
The three men stepped out of the car and stretched.
“Hey... is this the right place?” Simon called out, pulling his car to a stop behind them. “Are we allowed to just park the cars here?”
“I'm sure it's fine,” Vinnie shrugged. “You can park the Quinjet anywhere.”
“Very funny,” Graham said, rolling his eyes. At only twenty-five, he knew the Tesla was a ridiculous extravagance, but he felt like he'd earned it. He’d spent four years of college all-nighters and three years at a startup working hard. As a software engineer he made plenty of money, and what was the point of money if you weren’t going to show it off?
“This is great!” Simon said, popping the trunk and pulling out a tent. “I’m gonna get camp setup, then we can play Catan.”
“Seriously?” Kit said, staring out at the view. “We’ve got to get you into some better games. Settlers of Catan is the mayonnaise of board games.”
“It’s a very well regarded game,” Simon insisted. “But they renamed it in 2015 – it’s just ‘CATAN’ now.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll call it what I want,” Kit shrugged.
The guys kept bantering while they setup both tents, strung up a garbage bag, and laid out their sleeping bags. Soon enough Simon was laying out tiles. It was almost noon, and he was ready to spend all day playing games.
“Oh no!” Simon said with an annoyed tone. “Guys, I forgot the expansion. We can only go up to four players.”
“That’s cool,” Kit said quickly. “I’m gonna take a walk or something. Let you guys enjoy the game.”
“Yeah,” Graham agreed. He hated the way Simon played the game – a walk sounded better than hours of tedious nitpicking. Besides... he’d brought his favourite eurogames for later, after Simon got Catan out of his system. “Yeah, I’ll go too, make sure Kit doesn't get lost.”
“That's fine, that means we have the right number,” Simon nodded.
“I’m gonna go on the hike,” Riley said, gesturing towards a nearby walking trail. “You guys can play with three.”
“We can still play with three,” Simon said, glancing at Ferguson and Vinnie. “You two will play, right?”
Ferguson shot Vinnie a resigned look and took a seat at the picnic table.
“Don't take too long guys,” Vinnie called over at Graham. “Real nerds don’t skip game night.”
“Yeah, we’ll play the next round," Kit agreed with a sigh. “Let's go. And let's hope there's a serial killer lurking nearby.”
The three men turned and walked into the woods. They could hear Simon behind them, enthusiastically explaining the rules, despite knowing that everyone had played dozens of times.
It was cooler in the forest. Graham breathed a sigh of relief – he’d worn a fancy t-shirt that was supposed to wick away sweat and a pair of expensive hiking pants, but the thick fabric was already damp with perspiration.
Despite the remoteness of the campsite, the trail was well tended to. After a few minutes of lighthearted bitching about Simon’s literal-minded approach to everything, the guys forgot about it and started to relax. Luckily the trail was easy – Graham had worn a fancy pair of hiking boots, while Riley and Kit were walking in beat up runners.
“Hey, what's that?” Kit said, glancing ahead. He saw a flash of colour through the trees.
“What’s what?” Riley asked.
“Up ahead, there’s a clearing or something,” Kit said, speeding up. “Guys... I think I found the rainbow road!”
Graham and Riley emerged into the clearing and found Kit standing in front of a large rainbow flag. It was hanging off the branch of an old tree. The whole thing felt mildly staged, like someone had placed it there for them.
“Six colours,” Riley chuckled. “You trying to tell us somethin’ Kit?”
“What does six colours mean?” Graham asked.
“It’s like... the gay flag,” Kit said, rolling his eyes. “Seriously man, you’ve got to stop staring at your phone all the time, these things are everywhere.”
“Yeah, the gay guys use it at parades and stuff,” Riley added. “Whatever, right? More pussy for us!”
“Yeah, like you ever get laid,” Kit teased. At over 230 pounds, Riley didn’t have much luck with the ladies. “All talk, no action.”
“So what's it doing out here?” Graham asked. “People need to clean up their own trash."
“I dunno,” Kit laughed. “The campsite’s called ‘Rainbow Road’, right? Maybe we booked a gay campsite!”
“Well... we paid for it,” Graham chuckled. “So it's a straight campsite today.”
Kit walked forward and touched the fabric. It felt like polyester, meant to withstand the elements.
“Dude, don’t do that!” Riley laughed. “That thing’s probably got jizz all over it.”
“It’s clean,” he said, rubbing the flag between his fingers. “And new... maybe there's a pride celebration happening nearby or something.”
“So what?” Riley shrugged. “Unless they got hot lesbians.”
“I dunno... we should keep our eyes open,” Kit said, staring up at the flag. “Aren’t gay guys supposed to throw really great parties?”
“Since when do you like parties? Seriously Kit, it's someone else’s garbage,” Graham laughed “Even if you’re right, why would we want to party with a bunch of gay guys? C’mon man, I work hard, I wanna relax.”
Kit had a weird look on his face as he kept rubbing the flag between his fingers. The normally reserved engineer looked excited.
“I mean... whatever, right? A party’s a party...” he said, staring up at the flag.
“Hey, why don’t we turn around and head back for some lunch,” Graham suggested. He didn't know why, but something about the way Kit’s voice sounded was freaking him out.
“Already?” Kit scoffed. “C’mon bro... let's try this path!” he said, pointing past the pride flag. There was a narrow path leaving the clearing, marked out by a set of small paper pride flags.
“C’mon Kit, let's go...” Riley said nervously.
“You guys go if you want,” Kit said, moving toward the trail. “I'm gonna...”
He took off running, following the trail of flags deeper into the woods.
“Aw fuck,” Riley moaned. "I don't wanna run today.”
Graham gave him a sideways glance. Exercise wasn’t Riley’s thing.
Not like Graham was an athlete either. He was a twig – more skin and bones than he was comfortable with. But compared to Riley...
“I think we've gotta follow him...” Graham sighed. “I don’t want to be on the news saying ‘yeah, he died in the woods cause we ditched him’.”
Riley shrugged and lumbered forward, walking past the pride flag and towards the narrow trail.
“Fine,” he complained. “But there better be pussy in these woods…”
The two men followed the path, walking carefully on the narrow dirt trail. They’d only been walking for a minute when they heard a scream.
Riley put on the afterburners and crashed through the forest to find his friend. Graham stumbled after him, trying not to break an ankle in the underbrush.
A few seconds later the trees parted and they found themselves in another small clearing. There was another pride flag hanging from a lone tree in its centre, and Kit was tangled up in the fabric.
Graham burst out laughing.
“What’s with the screaming man... you scared us!"
“Yeah... I’m good...,” Kit said, struggling to get himself free. “I just... I ran straight into this thing and got tangled up bro....”
“Hang on,” Riley chuckled. He walked over and grabbed the flag, unwinding the fabric from around Kit and helping his friend get loose. It took him a couple of minutes – somehow Kit had gotten himself knotted tighter than a pair of old shoelaces. “Damn, this flag’s really into bondage,” Riley joked.
Kit staggered away from the colourful fabric.
“Thanks bro,” he chuckled, running his hand through his short blond hair. “That was super weird. It was like... trying to choke me out bro.”
“What’s with this ‘bro' shit?” Graham said mockingly. “What's next? You wanna toss the football? Play games all day?”
“Yeah," Riley piled on. He lowered his voice by a couple of octaves and rumbled out a “Thanks bro!” Between his lowered voice and the inflections he used, Riley sounded like a grade-A meathead.
“Whatever,” Kit said, rolling his eyes. "I didn’t do it on purpose. It just slipped out bro.”
“Then you’re not trying hard enough,” Graham pointed out. “You just did it again.”
“Yeah, whatever bro,” Riley rumbled. “You're just tryin’ to sound cool. We’re not fallin’ for it.”
“No way bro!” Kit cried out. “I swear bro, I’m just like... I'm tryin’ to talk normal and stuff, but this bro shit keeps slipping out bro! I can’t stop bro!”
“Wait… for real bro? Shit bro… something seriously fucked is going on!” Riley said, his low bass awash with frustration. He sounded like a parody of a college jock, talking in a register that was too low to be natural.
“You too bro?” Kit said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s goin’ on bro?”
“I dunno bro?” Riley said, his voice locked into the deep rumble. He was starting to sound a little panicked. “I just... I like... like... I can’t stop it bro!!”
“Uh... you’re both acting super weird,” Graham said, glancing nervously between the two men.
“I KNOW THAT BRO!” Kit shouted. “Fuck! It’s too hot! I can't think with all these clothes on!”
Kit pulled is shirt off, knocking his glasses to the ground as he did so. Kit was even skinnier than Graham, his hairless chest so narrow that you could practically count his ribs.
Riley bent over automatically.
“You dropped your glasses bro,” he rumbled.
The heavy nerd passed them back to his friend. Kit grabbed the glasses and slid them on... except they weren’t the glasses he'd dropped. Instead of his wireframe prescription lenses, the glasses were now a pair of chunky red sunglasses with a mirror coating.
“Thanks bro,” Kit said, sounding relieved. “Yeah... that’s better.”
As Graham and Riley watched, Kit started to pose and raise his skinny arms. With each flex of his arms, Kit’s body was swelling thick with muscle. His biceps were growing quickly, heavy peaks starting to show with each flex. His triceps were coming along for the ride, as were his delts. In just a few seconds, the old skinny Kit was a memory, replaced with a version that clearly loved the gym.
"Oh yeah, that's sick bro... right?” Kit chuckled, reaching one hand up to squeeze a muscular pec. Dark hair was pushing out, covering his pecs in a forest of brown curls. Up on his head, his blond locks were darkening too, matching the body hair that kept getting denser.
Kit’s whole body had become heavy and strong.
“Check that out bro...” Kit laughed. The panic that had coloured his voice was fading, replaced with a cocky arrogance. In less than a minute his glow-up was complete. Dimples formed and his jawline squared off. Kit was one hot bro and he knew it.
“What the fuck bro...” Riley said in his deep voice.
“Bro, check this out!” Kit laughed again, turning and sticking his ass out at Riley and Graham. Kit had been wearing a pair of khaki slacks, but those were going through thier own transformation. The fabric was getting shorter and darkening to a deep red – soon he was wearing a pair of red cargo shorts that clung tightly to his newly formed bubble butt. The waistband sat loosely on his hips, exposing the band of his underwear. He was wearing a bright red pair of boxers. His runners shifted on his feet, leaving him in a pair of red sneakers and red ankle socks.
Kit’s body finished its impossible transformation as a rainbow flag tattoo faded into existence on his left delt.
“Holy shit…” Riley said in his dumbass voice. He let his eyes linger on the other mans hairy torso. “You’re like… a total bro, bro.”
“What the fuck did you do...” Graham said, staring as Kit continued to play with his new body. There was a long pause. The only noises were the birds and the wind and Kit grunting with each new flex.
“It’s… kinda hot, huh bro?” Riley said, glancing sideways. “Betcha’ you’re gettin’ hard bro...” he joked.
“No!” Graham said, shaking his head. “No! It’s not ‘kinda hot’! It’s very fucked up!”
“Nah bro, he’s right,” Kit said, eagerly agreeing with Riley. He turned and flexed his back, each muscle standing out like a statue. “It’s like... totally hot.”
“Yeah...” Riley repeated. “It's like... totally hot bro... why is it so hot out here?”
Riley tugged at his t-shirt, scratching it like it was a rash. No matter how much he clawed at the fabric it didn't seem to help.
“Aw... fuck it bro!” Riley said urgently, pulling off his tee and tossing the sweaty fabric to the ground. He hadn't gone shirtless in years, not even in the locker room or the swimming pool. Riley was far too self-conscious about his weight.
His weight that was melting away. Riley’s body was tightening up fast, the fat disappearing from his frame and revealing a muscular frame below. Every inch of skin was taut and firm.
He was shrinking too – the inches were going almost as quickly as the pounds. Riley’s once average height ticked shorter and shorter until he was a hair under 5’3”. With a weight of around 160, Riley had gone from being a fat nerd to a short buff bro.
“Oh bro... yeah!!” Riley cheered along the changes in his unnaturally deep voice.
The few strands of hair that dusted his chest fell away. His heavy pecs were totally smooth, as was his tight six pack. The wide V of his back made him look even thicker than he was. With his fat gone, his wide jawline showed through in a way that it hadn’t since high school.
Riley had always worn his hair in a short buzzcut – an attempt to make his face seem smaller. His buzzed hair grew out quickly, bleaching into a set of dirty blond spikes. Pale skin darkened into a golden tan.
“Bro, check this shit out,” Riley rumbled, dancing like a hyperactive gorilla.
“No,” Graham said, taking a step backward. “No, Riley... you've got to stop doing this!”
“No way bro,” Riley laughed, pushing his hair up and back. An orange bandanna appeared around his forehead, barely pushing his thick spikes back.
“Bro, these are like... totally wrong," he laughed, unbuttoning his jeans. On his smaller body, his old jeans were massive. He dropped them down easily, revealing a pair of orange rubbing shorts that barely reached his thighs.
He stepped out of his jeans, revealing a new pair of orange high-tops on his feet.
“Shit bro,” Riley said, feeling up his abs. “Check out my fuckin’ speed bumps!”
“Yeah bro, you’re totally hot!” Kit cheered happily. “Look bro, we’re matching!”
Kit pointed to the rainbow flag tattoo on his delt. Sure enough, Riley had an identical tattoo. The two muscular men threw up matching bicep poses and laughed.
“Bro... you’re so hot...” Riley said, staring at Kit’s hairy chest. "You're like... shit bro, how much do you bench?”
“You’re so thick bro...” Kit said in awe. “You’re a total short king!”
“Hell yeah bro,” Riley grinned, bouncing his pecs while Kit stared.
“Guys, stop it!” Graham said, staring at the musclebound bros his friends had transformed into.
“Why bro?” Riley said, turning to give an overly dramatic shrug.
“Something happened to you!" Graham said, shaking his head. "This isn't you!”
“Nah bro,” Riley said confidently. “It’s totally me.”
“Yeah bro,” Kit nodded along. “Like... I get it, that flag fucked with us or whatever... but bro, we’re so totally us!”
“Put your clothes on!” Graham begged. “You’re acting like a couple of idiots.”
Riley shook his head and gave a dumb grin. He pointed down at the ground. His old clothes were gone, carried away by whatever force had transformed him.
“Bro... these are my clothes...” Riley rumbled. He gave a deep laugh and hooked his thumbs around his waistband. “These are my clothes... and this is my dick!”
Riley shoved his shorts to the ground.
“Hey bro,” Kit said, circling around and getting on his knees in front of Riley. “I’m gonna suck your dick.” He opened his mouth wide and took Riley's cock in his mouth. Like the rest of Riley’s new body, his cock was short and thick.
Kit flicked his tongue around, enjoying the sudden taste of precum.
“Mmmmm...” Kit moaned, loving the way his bros cock dripped with anticipation.
“Yeah bro,” Riley mumbled, gently putting his hand on Kit's shoulder. He used a strong hand to massage Kit’s traps. Kit leaned into it, loving the validation.
Graham couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He refused to believe his eyes... an hour ago they'd been back at camp, arguing about Catan. Now his buddies were a pair of horny muscle bros with a serious interest in dick.
He glanced backwards, making sure he gave the rainbow flag a wide berth.
“Whatever you did... you stay away from me you fucker...” Graham muttered at the fabric. He felt ridiculous, even knowing how his buddies had been torn apart and rebuilt.
“I’m gonna go back to the campsite...” Graham called out. Kit didn't stop sucking off Riley for a second. Both men seemed too trapped in lust to notice him. “So... I guess I’ll... I’ll see you there when you’re uh... done?”
Graham turned and headed back into the forest.
Kit didn’t come up for air until Riley had blown a load down his throat.
“Mmmm... yeah bro...” Kit moaned. He gave a wide grin, his dimples showing even as Riley’s cum dripped down his chin.
“Fuck bro,” Riley rumbled, slapping his cock against Kit’s face. "That was so fuckin’ good...”
“Yeah?” Kit chuckled, standing up and suddenly towering over Riley. “We’ll have to do it again!”
Riley grabbed Kit’s arm and pulled him down for a kiss. The salty taste of his own cum was delicious to him. He grinned dumbly. He couldn't wait til Kit sucked him off again.
“So are we like... boyfriends now?” he asked Kit with a confused look.
“Do you wanna be?” Kit asked. “I was just gonna keep it casual...”
“For sure bro,” Riley nodded eagerly. He reached back and gave his ass a heavy slap. “We're gonna get so much cock...”
“Yeah we are,” Kit said, rubbing his cock through his red cargo shorts. “You and me bro. I’m the brains, you’re the brawn. We’re the fuckin’ dream team.”
Kit leaned down and kissed Riley again.
Meanwhile, Graham was hiking back towards the campsite. At least... he thought he was headed for the campsite. Though he'd started by following the little path of rainbow flags, he quickly became disoriented and stumbled through the forest.
Graham realized he wasn’t on the trail anymore. He wasn't even on a trail... every direction looked the same. Each gap between the trees seemed like it might be the start of the real trail, or it might just lead deeper into the wilderness.
He knew his campsite was less than a mile away. Riley and Kit were probably even close enough that he could just shout. Graham had no desire to return to their clearing. He pressed forward, picking a direction and trusting that he knew the way.
After a minute or two of walking he stumbled into another clearing. Another pride flag was hanging in the middle, waving softly in the breeze.
Graham stopped in his tracks.
“No way,” he said to the flag. “I’m onto you. I’m not falling for this – maybe those others guys are easy to trap, but I’m better than that.”
He turned to head back into the forest, but he heard the sound of running water behind the flag. Maybe the same stream that ran behind the campsite...
Graham carefully circled the clearing, leaving almost ten feet between him and the flag. His efforts were rewarded – it wasn't long before he was looking down at the stream. This part of the stream ran deep and slow, and he was a few feet above it on a small cliff.
“Gotcha,” he whispered. The camp was somewhere nearby, he just had to walk upstream.
A gust of wind ran through the trees, bending branches all around him. Graham grabbed for the nearest tree to steady himself.
He felt something slam into him from behind.
Graham twisted and stumbled, falling off the small cliff and towards the water. Time seemed to slow, and he realized that he was tangled in a pride flag, attacked from behind with a gust of wind.
“Shit no no no no no no!” he shouted as he splashed into the water.
Graham plunged into the cold water. The flag was wrapped around him, making it difficult to swim. He forced his eyes open and saw the sunlight getting dimmer as he sank further down.
He tried to remember what to do – it had been fifteen years since his last swim lesson. Graham kicked off his shoes and kicked hard, driving himself upwards and towards the surface.
He gasped and panted, tasting sweet air as his head breached the water. He thrashed around. The flag finally loosened its grip on him and dropped away.
“Hey bro!” he heard Riley’s deep voice from the cliff. The two men were standing there in their signature colours, waving down at him.
“Shit bro,” Kit shouted. “Great idea! It's so fuckin' hot out today bro!”
The two bros kicked off their shoes and slipped out of their clothes. The moment Kit was naked he ran for the edge and cannonballed into the water. Graham dogpaddled towards the shore, trying to avoid the waves that Kit created.
“Yeah bro!” Riley hollered, jumping off the cliff and sending his beefy body flying through the air. Another cannonball hit the surface, creating another set of waves.
Graham banged his knee on a rock and realized he was in shallow water again. He stood up carefully and staggered towards the shore, collapsing on a large rock.
“Hey, c’mon bro,” Kit shouted from behind him. “You don’t wanna hang with us? The waters fine bro.”
“Yeah, c’mon bro,” Riley echoed in his dumb voice.
“Fuck that,” Graham shouted back. “I’m not gonna turn into some idiot bro.”
“C'mon bro!” Riley repeated, splashing water at Graham. “Don’t be so uptight!”
“Stop it bro!” Graham snapped. “Bro, that's like... shit... bro...”
“You got this bro!” Kit laughed. “Join the party!”
“Fuck... bro... I can't stop saying... bro, fuck off!”
“Nah bro, c’mon,” Kit grinned, treading water and staring at Graham intensely. "You know you wanna jump in bro! It’s so hot out here today!”
Graham stared down at his two bros splashing around in the stream. A flash of heat passed through his body making him. He was too horny to think... Kit was right... the water had been nice and cool...
“Fuck bro...” he moaned, clawing at his wet shirt. It was clinging to his thin chest, somehow making the oppressive heat feel more intense. He tugged at the neckline, trying to find some relief.
“You got this bro!” Riley cheered him along. “C’mon, rip that shirt right off bro!”
Graham could feel his body trembling. A wave of energy was building up inside of him, overwhelming his senses. His whole life, Graham had been too weak to think about ripping off his shirt... but now...
He wanted to fit in so bad...
Graham reached up and grabbed his t-shirts collar with shaky hands.
“Yeah bro!” Kit cheered. “Join us bro! Rip that fucker in half!”
Graham pulled at the collar, feeling the material stretch. He used all his strength but the fabric wouldn’t yield.
“It’s not... bro it’s not gonna...” Graham grunted. He was sweating in the heat... scared that he wouldn’t... that he couldn’t be a bro...
He felt a surge tear through him, his muscles lighting on fire with a power they’d never felt before. He heard a slow rip as his crewneck starting to give way.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!” Graham screamed as the shirt tore across his chest. “It’s fuckin’ hot out today! BOOYAH!”
“Yeah bro!!” Riley shouted from the water, pumping his fist.
“Bro, that was like... totally awesome!” Kit laughed.
Graham grinned back at his bros. Whatever magic was transforming them, Graham was fully caught in its spell.
He dropped the shredded fabric down beside him and felt up his body as it swelled with muscle. Where Riley had shrunk down, Graham was growing taller, his height stretching until he felt like a skyscraper. He could feel his core solidifying, his trim waist intact but flush with muscle. A wide back and gigantic pecs pushed their way into existence. Down below, he felt his jeans getting tighter and tighter until the seams started to rip.
Kit and Riley might have been average gymbros, but Graham knew he was at a whole other level. They all hit the gym together... but he was the real power lifter.
The seams of his jeans burst open. He went to pull them away, but the fabric was dissolving as he touched it. The denim broke into a light dust which fell away and was carried off by the wind. His underwear and shoes followed it, leaving the huge musclebro naked on the rocks.
“Holy shit bro...” he heard Riley rumble from the stream. “You’re a fuckin’ beast!”
Graham felt a wave of endorphins flow through him. He grinned at the sensation, happy to be out in the sun. Happy to be hot and horny. Happy to be with his bros.
He brushed his hair to the side. It was getting shaggy. Whatever... he’d get a haircut as soon as they were back in the city. Graham needed the compliments a fresh cut would bring.
“Look at that tat bro,” Kit called, pointing at Graham’s shoulder. Sure enough, Graham had the same rainbow flag tattooed on his delt. “Welcome to the club!”
“Look at this... like... everything bro!” Graham laughed, smoothly transitioning into a double bicep pose. “Check this shit out!”
“Yeah bro!” Kit shouted. “You’re such a bull bro!”
“Beast mode bro!” Riley agreed, staring at Graham’s cock. It was hard and huge, dripping precum as his bros cheered him on.
Graham grinned. He was a beast and he knew it. 6’3” and 255 pounds and 93,000 followers on Instagram. He loved the attention.
“BEAST MODE BRO!” Graham screamed, launching himself off the rock and doing a huge cannonball into the stream. Kit and Riley got swamped by the tsunami.
His head burst above the water and he gave a carefree smirk. Graham dug into the water with a strong front crawl and swam towards his bros.
“See bro, told you... it feels good, right?” Kit laughed.
“Shut up bro,” Graham laughed. He kissed Kit deeply and dunked them both below the surface. When they came back up, their lips were still locked together. Riley swam up behind Graham and pushed down on his shoulders, dunking him under the water again.
“Hey!” Kit laughed.
“What?” Riley rumbled. “I wanna play!”
Graham’s head breached the surface again. He grabbed Riley and kissed him too, feeling up the short mans beefy ass.
“You’re so fuckin’ huge,” Riley said when the kiss finally ended. “You’re like... bro, you’re so strong.”
“Hell yeah bro,” Graham laughed, sticking out his tongue. He loved how the smaller bros looked up to him.
“How much do you bench bro?” Kit asked, running his hand over Graham’s rainbow tattoo.
“Just over 400,” Graham said proudly. He knew that math wasn’t his thing anymore... but some numbers came easily. “Squat’s at 650. Deadlift’s 670.”
“Holy shit...” Kit said in admiration. “You’re such a fuckin’ beast bro!”
“Yeah,” Graham smirked. “I know it bro.”
“Can I like... can I suck your dick bro?” Kit asked reverently.
“How about I fuck your ass instead,” Graham chuckled. “Let’s see you ride the monster.”
"Hell yeah!”
Kit turned and swam for shore. Riley looked a little disappointed that he didn’t get the first ride, but he started floating towards the rocks too. It only took a minute for them to lift their heavy bodes out of the stream and onto the shore.
“Fuck... it’s fuckin’ hot today, ain’t it bro?” Riley rumbled, feeling the sun soak into his tan skin. He laid back on the warm rocks and started bouncing his pecs. “It feels fuckin’ good.”
"Yeah," Graham agreed, stroking his cock slowly. "Feels really good."
Kit braced himself against a large rock and stuck his ass out toward Graham.
"You see this ass bro?" Kit teased. “I'm here for a real pounding!”
Graham leaned forward, pressing his stiff boner against Kit's crack. He ran his hands over Kit's smooth, hairless cheeks, squeezing the bulging muscle. He let one hand wander around and wrap around Kit's cock.
"Mmm," Graham purred, slowly running his hand up and down Kit's shaft. "I like this bro."
"Fuck bro, you two are so fuckin' hot," Riley moaned. He was sitting nearby, tweaking a nipple.
Graham pushed his cock into Kit's eager hole. It was his first time fucking a man, but it felt so natural. Kit's ass opened up for him, taking his thick cock easily.
"Take that cock bro," Riley cheered. He mimed along, thrusting his cock into the air.
“Yeah bro, I’m your slut!” Kit moaned. "I wanna be your bitch bro."
“Good thinkin’," Graham smirked. “Cuz bro... you’re gonna dream about this cock...”
He started to pound Kit hard and fast, making short, rough thrusts. Graham leaned forward, his hands cupping Kit's powerful ass. He could feel the tight squeeze of Kit's glutes around his cock, and that made him thrust even faster.
He fucked Kit like an animal, pounding his ass so fast his whole body was shaking. Graham couldn't believe how good it felt to ride his bro's ass, to feel his muscles bunching up and shuddering around his shaft. Kit was so tight that it hurt a little, but it was so worth it.
"You like that, slut?" Graham growled. "You like getting fucked hard by your bro?"
"Yes! Fuck yeah!" Kit cried out. "Fuck me bro! Split my ass!"
Graham slammed his cock into Kit, nearly coming all the way home in one long thrust.
He felt Kit's muscles squeeze him, milking his shaft. He let out a long, low growl and kept pounding Kit, shooting his load deep into Kit’s tight hole. Kit grunted and shot his own load, painting the rock with sticky cum.
"Oh my god," Riley gasped. "That was hot as hell bro. Like BOOM!” He mimed an explosion with his hands and crossed his eyes.
“Thanks bro," Graham said smugly, pulling his limp dick out of Kit.
Kit turned around and gave Graham a slow kiss. Then he pulled away and grinned, jumping off the rock and doing another cannonball into the water.
"I need a break bro...” Kit moaned, floating on his back in the water.
"Well... I'm good to go..." Riley said hopefully. He stared at Graham's cock. The monster was already half-hard again.
"That's cool bro," Graham smirked. "Cuz you're next. Get that tight ass over here."
"Yeah!" Riley cried. "Gimme that cock bro!”
He waddled over towards Graham.
Riley bent over and begged. "I wanna feel that bone in my hole bro... Gotta lose my V card...”
Graham didn’t waste any time. He pushed his cock into Riley’s ass, loving the way the hyper stud moaned deeply under him. For once the goofy bro wasn’t trying to be funny. He slid onto Graham’s pole with a satisfied moan.
"How does it feel, slut?" Graham asked.
"Tight," Riley panted. "It feels tight. So tight.”
"Good." Graham smirked. "I like a tight hole.”
Riley bucked and writhed and squealed, loving every second. He moved his hips with an easy rhythm, taking to sex like a natural.
"Fuuuckkkkk!" Graham moaned suddenly, blowing cum deep into Riley’s hole.
The short stud got triggered and sprayed his load over the rocks. He collapsed down in front of Graham, totally used up.
“Holy shit bro...” Riley mumbled. “That was... I want that bro...”
Graham grinned and turned, jumping back into the stream. A few minutes later Riley staggered to his feet and followed them into the water.
The three bros floated blissfully, empty smiles plastered on their faces.
Comments
Derek Williams
I haven’t finished part 2 yet… we’ll have to see what archetypes show up.
Naks
looking forward to more gay archetype. maybe we can have a leather daddy who wears purple, or maybe an otter wearing blue... and the world need more gay dumb bros, so some of them in green. i love your work. youve always been one of my favorite authors. thank you so much dw!
Derek Williams
Awesome! Then y’all can definitely look forward to a part 2!
Anonymous
I would definitely enjoy seeing the rest of the guys get caught up in the transformations! Great story!
