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The Himbo Machine - Chapter Four
🕑 Added 2022-01-25 03:25:02 +0000 UTCSam was like... totally right. I should invite Eddie over for supper. Show him that he’s wrong – Sam’s not evil or whatever... Eddie’s just pissed off cause someone else is fuckin’ me now.
And like – Eddie’s a good fuck. He’s got a great cock. But he’s so annoying sometimes, all worried and boring. I mean... the guy was wearing a grey polo shirt. How basic can you get?
“Hey bro,” I said, flashing him my sexiest smile. “I was just talkin’ with Sam, and we were thinkin’ maybe you wanna come over for supper sometime? Like tomorrow night?”
Eddie gave me a weird look.
“Uh... look Grant. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Eddie said. He kept glancing over to Sam. “Professor Larkin suggested this, right?” Eddie asked, dropping his voice to a whisper.
“Yeah,” I grinned, leaning in close so he could smell my cologne. “So what?”
“You know he’s got an ulterior motive, right?” Eddie said. “I’m worried for you bud.”
God. Eddie is like... such a drama queen.
“Sam won’t hurt me,” I promised. “He’s like... awesome and stuff.”
“Look at you bro...” Eddie grimaced. “This isn’t you.”
“What are you talkin’ bout?” I laughed. I flexed my pecs, showing Eddie how good they looked under my stringer tank.
Yeah, sure, I never woulda worn these clothes before the pills, but...
“You gotta admit,” I grinned. “I look damn good.”
“Because Professor Larkin’s doing something to you,” Eddie insisted.
“Eddie, use your brain,” I said with a vapid smile. “I snuck the first pill. Then I broke into Sam’s house for the next one. And I sucked Tyler’s cock to get it! Yeah, the pills change me, but I made those choices. Sam’s just rolling with it!”
“Grant...”
“What?” I grinned. “It’ll be so much fun, I promise! I’ll cook something special for you guys, and we’ll get to hang out. C’mon babe, it’s been like... sooooo long since we hung out.”
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I spent all day cooking supper. Roast duck and a bunch of side dishes. Salad, steamed carrots, fried asparagus, baked baby potatoes, grilled peppers... my mouth was watering just looking at it. Of course, I’d also prepared baked chicken and brown rice for Tyler and me.
Normally I cook with just the apron and some cute underwear, but Sam had insisted we all dress up for the night. I was wearing a pair of dress pants that hugged my ass, wingtip shoes, and a button-down shirt that stretched across my chest. Sure, it was pink mesh, but a man’s gotta have style.
“Grant, this is wonderful,” Sam said, looking pleased. “It's smelled amazing in here all afternoon, I can’t wait to try everything.”
I grinned. A good himbo likes being appreciated.
“Mmm... yeah babe, this all looks delicious,” Tyler said, unfolding his napkin and draping it over his lap.
Eddie’s eyes grew wide.
“Do you cook like this every night?” he said, staring at me. “I didn’t even know you could cook.”
“Tyler taught me,” I giggled, giving Sam’s boyfriend a glance. He was dressed in a black dress shirt with a lime green tie. I licked my lips. Tyler’s super yummy.
“Grant’s got a talent,” Tyler said with a wink. “Especially when it comes to handling meat.”
“Boys, settle down,” Sam laughed. “Eddie didn’t come all this way for innuendo. Though... and Eddie, it’s entirely up to you, you’re certainly welcome to stay the night.”
“I hope you do!” I blurted out.
“Uh... thanks man,” Eddie said nervously, pushing his food around the plate. “And uh... thanks for inviting me Professor Larkin.”
“You’re very welcome,” Sam said. “Now dig in. Let’s eat while it’s hot.”
I was started cutting up my chicken and shovelling it into my mouth. With the amount Tyler and I work out, my body needs serious fuel.
“Is there something wrong Eddie?” Sam asked. I glanced across the table at my buddy – it looked like Eddie hadn’t even taken his first bite.
“Um... it looks really good,” Eddie stammered.
“But?”
“I uh... look Professor...” Eddie stuttered.
“Spit it out son. Grant cooked all afternoon for you.”
“How do I know it’s not spiked?” Eddie said, dropping his fork onto the plate. “For all I know you drugged the food.”
“I’m sorry?” Sam said, sounding honestly shocked.
“You know... maybe you ground up one of those himbo pills or something. Maybe you’re trying to make me on of your boy toys, just like Grant!”
Sam laughed. I like the way Sam laughs.
“Relax Eddie,” Sam said. “The food is safe. I promise you that.”
“It’s just...”
“Relax Eddie,” Sam said gracefully. “I can understand your concern – if I were in your shoes, I’d have the same suspicions. But I promise you, if my goal was turning hapless lab assistants into slutty himbos, you would have been mine months ago.”
“Yeah...” Eddie said. You could see him thinking. He’s so cute.
"I’ve asked you here because I need assistance with a project, and you’re the perfect person to help.”
Eddie stared at the food.
“Would you prefer we called for some takeout?” Sam asked, sounding annoyed.
Eddie glanced around the table. He gave me a worried look before spearing a potato with his fork. A moment later he was chewing on it carefully, looking like he was ready to spit it out at any moment.
“Okay,” he said, swallowing the mouthful and relaxing slightly. “Okay. So why am I here?”
“Well Eddie,” Sam said. “It’s like this. The himbo pills are a brilliant invention, I won’t deny that, but they are still a blunt instrument. They change a mans personality, but the results are unpredictable.”
“How?”
“I’ve tried them on a couple dozen guys,” Sam admitted. “Tyler was the first subject who really took to them. Not everyone turns out so beautifully,” he said, staring across the table at his boyfriend. Tyler returned his playful smile.
“What does that mean?”
“Some guys turn into raging sex maniacs,” Sam said quietly. “Some guys regress so far in their intelligence that it’s... entirely unattractive. One young man went into a violent rage and had to be restrained until the effects wore off. Honestly, until Grant came along, I thought Tyler might be the only perfect subject.”
“Wait...” I said, trying to untangle what Sam was saying. “So I’m like... an accident?”
“You’re a miracle,” Sam said, reaching his hand out towards mine. “The pills worked perfectly for you, and I love who you’ve become.”
“So you want help making them more predictable?” Eddie asked. “I don’t know what I can do about that. I’m the guy who washes the beakers.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Sam said with a chuckle. “You see, the pills also have another major downside – they’re temporary. Unless a man takes them regularly, he reverts back to his former self within a day. Grant and Tyler both take a pill every twelve hours.”
“Right,” Eddie said. “The first night... Grant was back to normal the next day.”
“That’s right,” Sam said, giving me a knowing look. I’d told him all about Eddie and mine’s first fuck session. My cock was getting hard just thinking about it...
“Is that such a bad thing?” Eddie asked. “I mean... do you really want something this unpredictable to be permanent? It’s not like you need a basement of failed experiments.”
“Of course you’re right,” Sam agreed with a devilish grin. “There’s no sense in having a permanent himbo pill – not when the problem has already been solved.”
“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. He was torn, somewhere between doubtful and fascinated.
“Well... when it comes to transforming young men into himbos, I’m not the only one who’s been working on the problem,” Sam said. He sounded sad, like someone had a cock he couldn’t suck.
“For real?” Eddie asked. “There’s more than one mad scientist working on himbos?”
“His name is Dr. Jeremy Robinson,” Sam said. “I don’t know if I should call him a friend or a rival – we’ve certainly been both at times. Him and I have been in the same academic circles for years – guided human evolution. You’ve read some of my papers on it.”
“Yeah, but that’s stuff like improving immune systems or treatments for Alzheimer’s,” Eddie said, biting into another piece of fried asparagus. I licked my lips, wishing I could have some. The sacrifices you make for your abs, huh?
“That’s where the funding is,” Sam shrugged. “About ten years ago, Jeremy and I were both at a conference, all the way down in Texas. It was late and we’d spent far too long in the bar, drinking like we were still undergrads. There was this bartender... god, I still dream about him. Muscular, handsome, and blond... he was perfection. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and neither could Jeremy.”
“Well... you do have a type,” Tyler teased. He definitely fit that description. I suppose I did too!
“Yes, I do,” Sam agreed easily. “And we were drunk enough that we started talking about it. Jeremy and I both have a thing for himbo fuckboys. I was just flirting whenever we ordered, but Robinson seemed to have more in mind. He was drunk and rambling, talking about the possibility of actually transforming regular men into himbos.”
“And now you have,” Eddie said, glancing at my smiling face.
“The next morning I was so hungover, but the thought stuck with me,” Sam explained. “Yes, it inspired the research that led me to the himbo pill. And of course, I shared my results with Dr. Robinson.”
“And he solved the problems. He made it predictable. Permanent.”
“Not right away,” Sam frowned. “I sent him copies of my lab notes. Instructions to reproduce my work. Even a few samples of the pills. At first he wrote back frequently, and we worked together on refining the compound. At least, I thought we were working together. After a while I noticed information only flowed one way.”
“From you to him,” Eddie said.
“He started asking more and more specific questions, asking about details that didn’t make any sense. He didn’t seem to be working on the himbo pill – instead he was looking for drug cocktails that put a man into a compliant state. He wanted zombies, and he wouldn’t say why.”
“Can you do that?” Eddie said nervously.
“Well... I can make a man relaxed. Get his brainwaves into certain frequency ranges. Make him accept what he’s told... yes, I can do those things. I’ve never made someone eat brains, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I laughed. Suddenly everyone was looking at me.
“I don’t wanna eat brains,” I shrugged. “Might make me smart!”
Tyler chucked along with me. I giggled at my own joke.
“Did you ever figure out what he’s doing?” Eddie asked.
“About a year ago, Jeremy just disappeared, right off the face of the Earth,” Sam sighed. “He didn’t answer emails, his phone line was disconnected. I called his university, they said that Dr. Robinson had resigned abruptly. I want you to understand Eddie, he had tenure. You don’t give that up.”
“So something happened to him.”
“I was convinced he’d made a breakthrough,” Sam said. “I decided to track him down. It took me three months, but I managed to track him to a factory space in Brooklyn. He’d set up a lab there, continuing his research where there was no oversight.”
“What was he doing?” Eddie said, pushing away his empty plate.
I went to get the cake.
“He setup a machine... Robinson was always like that, more technical than biological in his approach. I suppose that’s why he needed me to create the drug cocktail, his expertise lies in the mechanical systems. I was careful – I broke into his lab before he arrived for the morning. I found an unused cupboard and hid inside all day, watching through a crack in the door. Jeremy had always been paranoid, and I needed to learn what he was doing.”
“That’s not creepy at all,” Eddie said, leaning back in his chair and rolling his eyes.
“It was warranted,” Sam said, biting his lip. “He drove into the factory with a white van, the sort of thing you might see in a spy movie. When he opened up the back, I saw there was a cage inside. Black iron. Really strong stuff. And there was a man inside, zoned out and listless. I realized he was a zombie... the result of my drug cocktail.”
“That’s hot,” Tyler said.
“What?” Eddie said with a shocked look.
“I mean... it depends what porn you’re into,” Tyler laughed.
“That’s fucked up man,” Eddie said.
“Robinson strapped the man down,” Sam continued. “He strapped him down and connected wires to his head. There was a weird red light flickering over his eyes. There was a humming that made my stomach clench... it went on for hours. And then the man got up and laughed... dumb and bubbly... the perfect manufactured himbo.”
“No way,” I said, eyes wide.
“I promise you,” Sam said, looking haunted. “Every day for a week, I showed up and hid in the cupboard. He was mass-producing them, creating one, sometimes two every day. After he left, I’d always look over the machinery, but there wasn’t much I could do to understand it. The computers were all locked down, and I’m no good with technology. Not like you young people.”
“A year... that’s.... hundreds of them,” Eddie breathed.
“My bros good at math,” I said proudly. “That shit’s hard.”
“I don’t know how many himbos he’s made,” Sam said. “Because after a week of observing the process, I decided to reveal myself. I waited outside for him to arrive, then I knocked on the door. I don’t know if he was relieved to see it was me or not. I’d noticed a few of the local cops were pretty vapid... I suspect he’d already had a few run-ins with authority. I pretended like I didn’t see the needle.”
“He was going to drug you?”
“I guess so. But when he saw me, he just smiled and invited me inside. There was a young man secured to the table already – I’ll never forget him – this young latino guy in a track suit. Too many gold chains. Dude looked like a real asshole, you know?”
“I’m guessing he wasn’t a volunteer,” Eddie said, glancing in my direction.
“No,” Sam sighed. “Robinson described his subjects as angry young men – he was taking them from anywhere they wouldn’t be missed. Drunks at dive bars, prostitutes, lonely college kids... he was using them to calibrate his machine, each subject refined his ability to program the next one. For the greater good, you understand?”
“So he’s just scooping people off the street,” Eddie said, looking disgusted. Dr. Robinson doesn’t think you look like a model citizen, boom, you end up brainwashed.”
“It’s not brainwashing,” Sam said. “Jeremy told me that he had figured it out – he’d made a machine that could rewrite people. Mentally, emotionally... even somewhat physically, given enough time.”
“It could change the way they looked?” I asked, scratching my chest. I’m hot enough... but what guy doesn’t dream about bigger muscle tits.
“The machine pumped them full of nutrients and stimulated muscle growth. By the time our young hispanic friend was discharged that afternoon, he’d added almost twenty pounds of muscle.”
“Damn...” I chuckled.
“Did Dr. Robinson teach you how to program them?” Eddie asked curiously.
“Not... no, I didn’t learn the fine details,” Sam said. “But he input the parameters in front of me. Lowered inhibitions. Moderately low IQ. Extreme sexual urges. And of course, he made sure that every man who left his factory had been permanently altered to lust after men.”
“Hot,” I said.
“I can’t deny that,” Sam said, giving an embarrassed smile. “You don’t get to decide what makes your dick hard, y’know? I spent all day watching the subject get rewritten into his new self. The drugs kept him relaxed and compliant, but you could see the emotions on his face. Thought after thought, popping out of existence as the machine restructured his neural landscape. Muscles twitching and flexing, getting bigger one cell at a time. Towards the end you could see it in his eyes... euphoria.”
“Permanently,” Eddie said.
“Yes. By the time he got off the table, the subject was hot and horny and so excited to go suck some cock. So I let him have mine... it seemed like the right thing to do. And he was good at it. Eager and talented. The himbo machine... it’s not like the pill. The pill is just a drug, it just changes the way you think... the machine can actually re-educate you. He sucked cock like a porn star.”
“Bet he fucks like a beast...” Tyler grinned.
“I came all over his face,” Sam said, smiling a little at the memory. “And then Jeremy sent him off to his new life, satisfied that he had one more data point for his calibrations.”
“He sounds like a real piece of work,” Eddie said.
“I told him it was an amazing accomplishment,” Sam said. “I told him we should be working together on it. I could fine-tune the drug cocktails, maybe do something to enhance the muscle growth... together we would be unstoppable. And you know what? He agreed with me. Told me to come back in the morning and we’d practice on a fresh test subject.”
“And that’s when he bolted,” Eddie guessed.
“I never saw it coming,” Sam admitted. “I went back to my hotel, had a celebratory cocktail, and took a hot bath. When I arrived the next morning, the place was deserted. The equipment had been ripped out overnight and Robinson was nowhere to be found. It was some pretty heavy equipment, but he managed to get it moved.”
“So where’s he now?”
“That’s the thing,” Sam said. “I don’t know, and every time I try to track him down he’s five steps ahead of me. I’m convinced he’s watching me somehow, or anticipating my moves. I haven’t seen Jeremy since that day at the factory... and Eddie, that’s why I need your help.”
“You need my help?” Eddie asked. “Look, professor, just cause I set up your email, I don’t know how to build one of these things.”
“I don’t want you to build one,” Sam smirked. “I want you to find me the one that already exists. It’s the embodiment of my life’s work, and I deserve to own it. My drug mixtures are the only reason it works in the first place. But I can’t get close – Robinson’s got me under surveillance, I’m sure of it. If I get too close, he’ll run. I need you to steal it.”
Sam got really quiet, waiting for Eddie to speak. Even Tyler and me could feel the tension.
“No...” Eddie finally said. “I don’t think I will.”
“Edward. I could really use your help.”
“And I don’t need to get involved in this,” Eddie said bluntly. “Look, whatever fucked up situation this is, I’m already too involved in it. What happened to Grant... this shit could seriously ruin my life. Thanks for the offer professor, but you’re gonna have to find someone else.”
“Are you absolutely sure?” Sam asked cautiously.
“I’m sure of it,” Eddie said, pushing his chair away from the table. “Thank you for the lovely evening. I think I’ll be going.”
“Make sure you take Grant with you,” Sam sighed. “He’s taken his last himbo pill.”
Eddie glanced at me with worried eyes. Then Sam’s words started to sink in and I felt my stomach drop.
“Wait... what?” I said.
“Look at him Eddie,” Sam said coldly. “You did this to him. If you hadn’t brought him to my party, if you hadn’t let him sneak upstairs and go through my medicine cabinet... well, Grant might still be some stressed out college bro. But now he’s happy and tranquil. And he loves getting fucked... you’ve fucked him plenty, haven’t you Eddie? Maybe you’re even in love?”
“Don’t take this out on Grant,” Eddie said. “You can find someone else to help you.”
“I don’t think so,” Sam said. “Besides, two smart young men like you... you’ll be able to find it easily.”
“But I’m not smart!” I whined.
“You will be. By morning you’ll be your old self again.”
“I don’t wanna!"
Sam stood and picked up his plate.
“You’ll have to take that up with Eddie,” Sam said, heading for the kitchen. Tyler looked at me with wide eyes, then started grabbing plates and following Sam.
I started at Eddie. He looked into my eyes, seeing the panic. I didn’t wanna be smart again. I didn’t wanna be anxious.
“Wait, dude,” Eddie said. “Okay. I’ll do it, okay?”
“Too late,” Sam called back. “You’ve missed that opportunity. Here’s the new deal – you steal me that machine, I’ll provide you with a lifetime supply of himbo pills for Grant. Hell, I’ll provide you with the formula, you can make them yourself.”
“I’ll do it, I’ll get the fucking machine,” Eddie said, following after Sam. “But keep Grant here, okay? Hold him like... hostage or whatever, there’s no reason to fuck him over.”
“No, I think you need the motivation,” Sam said, dropping his plate into the sink.
“I’m motivated!”
“Go pack a bag Grant,” Sam ordered me. “You’re going with Eddie.”
“C’mon babe,” Tyler said, taking me by the arm. “Let’s go upstairs for a little and let these guys talk.”
I trudged up the stairs with Tyler, pouting my lip out and making sure I stomped.
“Alright Eddie, let’s go over my notes,” I heard Sam say downstairs.
My pretty pink room was cheerful and happy, like my life wasn’t getting stripped away.
“This sucks!” I said, pulling a pink suitcase from the closet.
“I know baby, I know,” Tyler said soothingly. “Just look at it like... it’s like going on a little trip, okay?”
“But I don’t wanna be smart,” I moaned.
“Look at this,” Tyler said, pulling my favourite blue thong out of the dresser. “You want to take this one, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, snatching the fabric from his hand and tossing it in my suitcase. He was right... I look so hot in that thong, how could I like... not take it? “And the pink jockstrap, okay?”
“Hell yeah,” Tyler grinned, digging the jock out from my underwear drawer.
“Oh! I wanna take those jeans with the sequins!”
“Those make your ass look so good!”
Pretty soon Tyler and I were filling the suitcase with my very favourite items. Those tiny red shorts I sleep in... my white leather jacket... no matter where Eddie and me were going, I was gonna look hot.
By the time we finished I almost forgot being sad.
“Hey Grant, you’re all ready to go?” Sam called from the living room.
“Yup, I’m all packed,” I said.
“Good. Alright, Eddie’s got everything he needs, so you just go along with him. I’m sure we’ll see you back here soon.”
“I’m gonna miss you babe,” Tyler said, giving me a long hug.
And then we were outside, walking down the path towards Eddie’s truck. I put my bag in the back. We were both quiet as we drove away from Sam’s place.
“I’m uh... I’m sorry bro,” Eddie finally said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah...”
“You probably don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” Eddie said.
I watched the street lights pass by. One stop sign. Then another.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“Dude...”
“For real,” I said. “It’s like... I shoulda had my next pill already. You heard what Sam said, I’m gonna be straight again by morning.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said. “And you’re not gonna be happy if I pound your ass now.”
“Bro, it’s not like that,” I insisted. “When I’m off the pills, yeah, I’m straight... and yeah, I’m not gonna wanna get fucked in the morning, but... I don’t regret all the gay shit. I love it, okay? You’ve got a great cock.”
“Thanks,” Eddie said. For the first time all night, he gave me a slight smile.
“C’mon bro,” I prodded. “Just in case we don’t find the machine or whatever... this might be our last time."
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Eddie and I burst into the apartment. I banged my wheelie suitcase on the doorframe as Eddie pulled me inside.
“Uh, hey man,” I heard a voice from the couch. There was a guy there somewhere around our age. Brown hair, decent body, watching some action movie.
“Hey, uh...” Eddie said, glancing at me. “Grant, this is Sean, my new roommate. Sean, this is Grant.”
“Hey,” I said, wondering if I was gonna get a threesome. He gave off a straight vibe. God... why does Eddie always go for straight roommates?
“You moving in Grant?” Sean asked, giving my suitcase a funny look.
“Nah bro,” I laughed with confusion. “I just moved out!”
“Oh? Oh!” Sean said, realizing who I was. “You’re Grant. You’re the old roommate, huh?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “It’s great to meet you man.”
“Grant,” Eddie prompted, tugging at my hand. “C’mon man.”
We disappeared into Eddie’s room. In the front room I heard Sean mutter before turning up the volume.
Eddie slammed me against his closed door, pressing hip lips against mine with an animal hunger. I returned it, breathing in his scent and feeling the heat of his body against mine.
He ran his hands down my arms, squeezing my muscle before knitting our fingers together. Then he released my hands and took a half step back, creating just enough room to loosen my tie and drop it on the floor
I grinned and pushed him away. He stumbled back against the bed, giving me a nervous look.
I grabbed at my chest, taking hold of the fabric and pulling with all my strength. My dress shirt tore open, buttons spraying around the room. My chest was bare and exposed as I dropped the useless fabric to the floor.
A good himbo hates to be overdressed.
“Holy shit,” Eddie laughed.
I just grinned. Fuck yeah baby, check out this stud.
“Take off your shirt,” I ordered. Eddie tugged off his polo shirt and tossed it in a laundry basket.
I got down on my knees in front of him and undid his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers. Eddie moaned when my lips wrapped around his cock. I took it all in, loving the taste of Eddie’s dick in my mouth.
In a few hours I’d be straight. I wouldn't want this anymore. I breathed in his scent, savouring it. Somehow, knowing it wouldn’t last long made the experience even sweeter.
I didn’t want to waste it.
“Uhhh....” Eddie moaned above me, grabbing thick handfuls of my blond hair. “Fuuuucck me... you’ve been practicing...”
“Everyday bro,” I tried to moan, the words impossible to understand. I wouldn’t stop deepthroating his thick cock.
After a wonderful few minutes, Eddie pulled me up off his cock. He fumbled with my belt, finally loosening it and peeling my dress pants off. He pushed me back onto the bed and I flipped my naked body, eager to expose my ass. Eddie crawled over me, rubbing in a bit of lube and lining up his cock.
I popped my hips up and back, swallowing his cock with my hungry hole.
“Uuuohhhhhhh!” Eddie cried out loudly. In the other room, I could hear Sean turn up the movie even louder. I screamed out with joy, hoping he’d be tempted enough to join us.
“Fuck me stud,” I moaned under him.
Eddie started to buck his hips back and forth, plunging his dick into me over and over. After a few moments he found his rhythm, hitting my bullseye with military precision.
“Yeah,” I laughed, enjoying his cock. God, it felt so good up there. I love it so much... but isn’t that wrong? Wasn’t I straight?
How could I be straight? With this much cock up my ass?
“Mmmmm....” I moaned, thrusting my hips back and pushing him even farther.
“Yeah baby...” Eddie moaned above me. “Yeah...”
No, this was wrong. I love women. I love pussy. I love Eddie’s cock though. I love getting my ass fucked. Holy shit... I was letting Eddie fuck my slutty hole.
What the actual fuck. What was going on? Fuck me bro. Fuck me harder.
“I’m gonna cum...” I screamed, my whole body lost in the pleasure.
I could feel my cock pulsing, drenching the bed in my cum. Inside of me Eddie was still thrusting... pounding my hole... cumming inside me...
Oh my god.
We collapsed in a sweaty pile. Did I seriously just...?
I fell asleep in the afterglow.
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I woke up at first light. There was dry cum caked down my leg. Eddie was holding me tight, playing the big spoon.
“Fuck!” I said, realizing where I was. My guts twisted. It wasn’t a bad dream – I was cut loose. No pills. Just the horrible anxiety of my regular brain.
“Mmmm...” Eddie moaned, half awake. He cracked one eye and saw the freaked out look on my face.
“Hey man,” he said, sitting up and giving me a concerned look. “How’re you doin’ bro.”
“Well... I’m straight again,” I winced. “Last night was... uh, I had fun dude. But uh... you gotta calm that thing down,” I pointed at his rapidly hardening dick.
“Sorry,” Eddie said, pulling the blanket to cover it. “Sorry dude, I uh... fuck, this is confusing.”
“Yeah,” I laughed nervously. “Trust me bro. I know exactly how great your dick feels, and there’s no way I’m letting it near my ass.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie nodded. “You’re okay... with last night?”
“The sex? Sure man, whatever. Getting cut off from the pills? Fuck man, this sucks.” My brain was running at a hundred miles a minute.
“It’s okay,” Eddie said, laying a hand on my shoulder.
I shook it off.
“No dude, it’s not okay,” I snapped. “I want a fuckin’ pill!”
Eddie bit his lip.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just... fuck man, it was paradise, you know? And now I’m just here again, mortal and fucked up. You gotta help me get back there.”
“I will,” Eddie promised. “It might take some time, but we’ll find Dr. Robinson and steal the himbo machine. Fuck... that sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”
“This whole thing is ridiculous,” I growled. “Look, bro, are you sure you can’t make the pills? Take a blood sample to analyze or something?”
“I’m sorry, it’s... it’s borderline impossible.”
“You wanna get high then? Maybe take the edge off.”
“It’s six in the morning!” Eddie laughed.
“Yeah... okay, whatever,” I said. “Let’s figure out where this machine is, okay? Like... today, let’s get going today.”
“We will,” Eddie said. “Just... let’s get up and shower and eat something. We’ll go over Professor Larkin’s notes. He gave me everything, we’ll figure out where to start and then we’ll go there.”
“I don’t wanna shower man... I wanna go to Brooklyn and...”
“And what? We need a plan.”
So I showered. I stayed in there for half an hour, trying to relax while Eddie cooked us some breakfast. And then I broke out laughing when I opened my suitcase. All this shit was totally ridiculous – like I was gonna wear any of it?
But Eddie’s not my size, and all my old clothes were gone. So I tried to pick out the least slutty outfit I could find. Dark jeans that hugged my ass, a black tank top that showed off too much chest, and that leather bomber jacket. I swear to god, it’s the only thing I own with sleeves.
Nobody had to know about the pink jockstrap. You gotta have underwear.
“Damn bro,” Eddie whistled when I finally came out of the bedroom. “Lookin’ good.”
“Shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes. Yeah, I’m sure I looked hot, but my brain wouldn’t stop telling me how dumb this all looked.
“How about I tell you the plan,” Eddie said, sliding a plate onto the table. Eggs. Bacon. My stomach growled. It had been weeks and weeks since I’d eaten bacon...
It tasted so good.
“So the last confirmed location is Brooklyn,” Eddie said, pointing to a map on his tablet. “Larkin didn’t have much past that. I’m thinking if Robinson cleared out in a hurry, maybe he left behind a clue or something.”
“That’s the plan?” I laughed. “That’s a shitty plan.”
“It’s a start,” Eddie shrugged. “We’re gonna go to Brooklyn. We’re gonna track down Dr. Robinson. We’re gonna steal that machine.”
I shoved another slice of toast into my mouth. God I missed carbs.
“And then we’re gonna get the formula for those pills,” Eddie said. “As soon as we got that... You and me Grant, we’re gonna ride off into the sunset.”
“Okay... yeah,” I said, staring at my empty plate. “Yeah, I’m sorry bro. Go take a shower and let’s get started.”
I sipped coffee and stared at the sunrise. I heard the water turn on in the bathroom as Eddie washed last night away. Yeah... Eddie’s plan was good. Even if I did end up riding his dick at the end.
“Yeah,” I repeated softly. “A good himbo does what he’s told.”
