Roommate reunion

by Seth Adams

Seth moves back to his college town and finds his old roommates have changed for the better, and the hornier.

It had been a decade since I’d last seen my old college roommates—Jake, Jamie, and Austin—and man, had the world changed since we graduated. Besides political and social upheaval and the usual coming and going of trends, the twin technologies of genetic therapy and nerve-electronic interfaces had changed what it meant to be human. Where once tattoos were the most the average person had been able to modify their body, I now never went a day without seeing a furry, a cyborg, or at least a guy so muscled he could have only gotten his physique from steroids ten years ago. I had refrained from body mods, more out of cheapness than lack of interest, but I bet my old roommates had gotten a few upgrades.

I had just moved back to our old college town and arranged a get-together in our favorite old diner. As I figured, Jake was the first to arrive. He had been three things in college: short, balding, and punctual. I figured the first two were gone, but as I saw a man with his face walk to the booth, I noted a new Jake characteristic: four-armed.

“Jake!” I yelled.

“Seth!” he yelled, walking over to give me a double hug. Were there four pecs against my chest? As we slid into the booth, he took off his cap, revealing the full head of hair he hadn’t had since we were eighteen. “Dude, what the hell is up?” he asked.

“Not much. You seem a little handier than when we graduated.”

“Yeah!” he replied, waving his four hands around. “I got it as a write-off when I got the height and hair.”

“What?”

“Yeah! The plant covered it so I can pick more stuff off the assembly line when I train the quality assurance guys. Most of them are four-armed now too!”

“That’s so hot…” I trailed off, staring into his baby blue eyes. All four of us had always been flirty, even though we had never escalated to sex. Still, Jake and I had spooned many times, and had never gone further because I figured I’d move away after college. But now that I’m back…

“So, you got any mods?”

“No, I’ve been too cheap. And I’m a little nervous about committing to something permanently.”

“Dude, it’s not permanent, that’s kind of the point. And you may change your mind when you see Jamie and Austin.”

“Really?”

“Yeah—they’re… well, they’re driving up now.” Out the window, I saw a Charger pull up. Out of the driver’s seat came a cat furry. Austin? He’d always struck me as a bit of a furry, but I didn’t think he’d go through with it. He was holding something under his shirt. A basketball? In college, he’d been a tennis guy.

“That booth got any tailholes?” said the unmistakable voice of Austin, who was still about the same size and shape as in the old days, except for the head-to-toe fur and fluffy tail sticking out of the back of his jeans.

“What? You wanting to go back outside to play hoops?” I kidded. Austin grinned and revealed—Jamie’s head? Unattached to anything?

“Dude, I’d love y’all to play basketball with me, but that’s like the one thing I can’t do,” Jamie said, as Austin slid next to me and put Jamie on the table.

“What the hell?” I had seen headless guys (mostly in porn), but never in person, and especially not the head of a man I lived with for four years.

“Yeah, Steve did it because of his accident and said it was the most freeing experience of his life. When he asked me to be his best man, I figured I could get a matching suit and a matching body.” I had wondered about Steve, paralyzed in our freshman year in a rock-climbing accident. He was already mostly walking again by the time we graduated, but I wasn’t surprised he’d gotten an upgrade after that.

“Freeing? Don’t you miss being able to move?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry—my skeleton’s in the car. And, dude, you don’t know how awesome it is to be that car.”

“To be that car?”

Austin jumped in: “Yeah, you just hook his head into the console, and he controls everything.”

“And I feel everything,” Jamie added. “But I figured you’d want to see me like this.” In the pause after Jamie stopped talking, I noticed there was an inch-thick piece of metal under Jamie’s neck. He must have noticed me looking, adding, “Yeah, that keeps my blood recirculating. Just have to plug in at night and I’m ready to go all day.”

“So, you gonna eat anything?”

“I can eat for fun with my lower body on, but I don’t need to, so no.”

“I wonder if they have catnip on the menu,” Austin grinned, putting his furry arm around me. I leaned my head onto his polo, feeling the fur underneath.

“Why, does that get you off?” I asked.

“It’s a little high, like smoking a cigarette. Not as good as Jamie’s hole though.” We all bust out laughing. Austin had always been the most ribald of the four of us.

“Oh, he’s just jealous. He had his furry butt all over my driver’s seat cock on the way here, and it’s still not as good as Jake’s ass.”

“Oh, so y’all…” I trail off, interrupted by the waitress taking our orders. I guess it only made sense that, with years of sexual tension building up and new bodies to explore, they would have finally gone for it. After the waitress left, we turned to the non-sexual catching up. What we did for work, what brought me back where I’d be living. Austin and Jamie still lived together—why they weren’t engaged was anyone’s guess. Jake lived on his own, but he apparently made plenty of trips to Austin and Jamie’s. After the meal, Austin asked if we wanted to come back to his and Jamie’s place. I said sure, and Austin offered to drive my car so I could experience Jamie in his full glory. Austin and I had spent most of the dinner arm-in-arm. Just like old times, except for the fur.

“So I just put you under the windshield?” I asked, holding Jamie’s head.

“Yep! Just match my hole to the plug and I’ll be good to go!” he responded. I was sitting in the driver’s seat of his black Dodge Charger. In the passenger seat was a man-sized set of chrome bars plugged into the console. This, I assumed, was Jamie’s “skeleton,” with the assumption corroborated as I noticed the thin metal hands and fingers at the end of the two arm-bars. I set Jamie’s head, or, I guess, Jamie, in the plug above the dash, and the engine started. Without me touching the steering wheel, Jamie took off towards his house.

“So how much of the road can you feel?” I asked. Jamie was in front of me looking at the road and didn’t dare turn to make eye contact.

“Almost everything. Doesn’t hurt too much when I get a flat tire, but it feels like I am the car.”

“Dude, that’s kinda awesome.”

“I’ll show you what else is awesome,” Jamie answered, and I felt something poke my back.

“Dude, is that your cock?” Mine was starting to get hard too.

“One of many. Feels just like the old thing.”

“Damn. So what, you fuck Austin when y’all run errands?”

“Every day. I could fuck you too now if you’re ready. Surely you’re self-lubricating now, right?”

I wished I were. Having a self-lubricating ass was by far the most common mod gay guys had, and probably the only one most gay men had. Still, I hadn’t even splurged for that yet. “No, not yet,” I replied.

“I always said your cheapness will get the best of you,” he said as we pulled up to his house.

“Do you need me to put you on the skeleton?”

“No, I got it,” and the chrome bars moved for the first time, unplugging Jamie from the car and attaching him to the platform at the top. He turned to me, saying, “When it and I are plugged into the car, I can control it too.” Getting out of the car and walking to the front door, I realized I was seeing Jamie at his old height for the first time today. While I’m glad he enjoys himself, and being a car at times sounds awesome, I don’t think I could ever be just a head. The vulnerability would get to me.

Jamie knocked on the door with his metal right hand. (There was nowhere on his skeleton to keep keys anyway.) A naked Austin greeted us, a glance down confirming he was erect and wet. “Sorry, we got started without you,” he grinned. As we walked in, I noticed Jake sitting on the couch in his new nude glory. God, I wished I could suck on all four of his pecs.

Jake got up and walked over to me. Standing face-to-face, he smiled and said, “Hey buddy. Wanna join?” My heart fluttered with years of pent-up sexual tension, and, before I could answer, he put his lower arms around me and drew me into a kiss.

“Do we have to be with those dorks?” I whispered with a smile. We were chaste throughout college, and now I had to share Jake?

“We can always have some alone time later,” Jake reassured. As his lower arms continued to hug me, his upper arms started pulling at my shirt. I nodded and took my pants off, and then reached down to give Jake a gentle handjob. Jake broke the kiss to add, “Dude, you’re looking pretty buff for a non-mod.” I had spent some time in the gym, but all I could think about his how much hotter I’d be if I were modded.

Before I could resume our making out, Austin butted in to reciprocate the blowjob he must have gotten from Jake before Jamie and I arrived. Through his fur, I could see Austin was self-lubricating. I started rubbing his asshole with my dick but didn’t want to penetrate anything just yet. Jamie walked over and gave me a metal hug from behind, whispering in my ear, “Wait till you see mine and Jake’s favorite trick.” He sat down on the couch, detaching himself from the skeleton. Jake picked him up and, interrupting Austin, shoved Jamie’s hole onto his cock, eliciting a low moan from Jamie.

“Dude, can you feel what Jake feels now?” I asked Jamie. I knew there were guys who had moved their heads to their crotch, so I wouldn’t have put it past him.

“No, but damn this feels good,” Jamie moaned. Austin walked over to make out with Jake, putting him in the perfect position to get a blowjob from Jamie.

I walked back behind Austin, but Jake interrupted. “Hey, let’s let the new guy get a taste.” Austin backed off so I could resume making out with Jake as the impaled Jamie sucked me off. Austin walked up behind me, but Jake said, “I bet it would be easier if Seth topped tonight.”

“I’ll do my best, but I might cum on entry.” This was, by far, the hottest sexual experience of my life. I hadn’t been out with many modded guys, and, lo and behold, my old roommates were all modded. Austin leaned over the couch, lifting his tail. I broke my crotchhead blowjob to rub my manhood against Austin’s furry hole. Grabbing his fuzzy pecs, I thrust into his furnace-hot ass, while Jake sat down on the couch, turning Jamie around to fuck him. I lasted a little longer than a two-pump chump, but not much longer, and Jake, perhaps sympathetically, came into Jamie. Jake got up, exposing the wet spot on the couch from his asshole. He gave me Jamie, bending over the couch to let Austin finish in him. I lay down on the couch in perfect position to tweak Jake’s nipples, putting Jamie on my chest. “So, what do we need to do to get you off?”

“Oh, I’ve already come a couple times. One of the few perks of not having a natural dick.” He smiled, revealing Jake’s cum was still in his mouth. “Can’t exactly swallow,” he laughed. I felt Austin finish in Jake and the two walked over to lay with us on the couch, all of us sharing the post-orgasm bliss. This had to be the best roommate reunion ever.

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