The cock bois

by CockTFBoi

 When Colin gets a text from a blocked number he is drawn into an adventure to uncover a conspiracy and find his boyfriend.

Added: Mar 2021 Updated: 5 Jun 2021 13,215 words 4,659 views 5.0 stars (4 votes)

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My phone’s alarm went off, the stupid little tune irritating me into waking up. I fumble in the dark for the phone and pull it up to my face and shut the alarm off. I fumble for my glasses and pull them on and unlock my phone. I spend the next several minutes idly looking through my social media feeds, letting myself wake up slowly as I mindlessly look at pictures and memes. “Okay Nick, time to get going,” I say out loud to myself.

I drag myself out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. I squint against the sudden light as I flip the switch. The dark circles under my eyes giving away my lack of sleep from the night before. I take a few moments to look over my body. I still had a decently muscular chest, though my abs were not longer visible as I had neglected working out over the last few months. I used to focus on working out all the time, but these days I just couldn’t motivate myself to do any of that.

I pause as my eyes catch on the pair of toothbrushes in the holder on the counter. I still hadn’t brought myself to toss his stuff. Mark had disappeared nearly three months ago. For a while I had held out hope of him coming back or even just reaching out to get his stuff, but there was nothing. Since then rumors had been flying through the gay community in the city of guys disappearing. The police didn’t bother to investigate. Whether that was due to malice or not, I couldn’t tell.

I finish getting ready for the day and pad over to my kitchen in my briefs to put some food in me. I started the coffee machine up to brew some of that dark life-giving substance. While the coffee maker started going through its usual round of gurgles and spurts, I turned to the fridge and stared blankly into its depths wondering what to eat. There weren’t many options, so I settled for some leftover pizza from the night before. I threw a couple slices in the microwave and busied myself on my phone while the miracles of modern technology whirred around me.

A few minutes later I push myself off the counter I had been leaning against and pull out a coffee mug with “Give me Coffee or Give me Death” emblazoned across the side. I pour my coffee into the coffee mug, and bring it up to my nose, taking a deep whiff of the heavenly aroma before taking a small sip of the still too-hot coffee. The microwave beeps and I set my phone on the counter to grab my food. While my back is turned I hear the chirp of my text message alert.

I set my plate down on the counter and check my phone. It was a text from an unknown number that said “I found him” with an image attached. I unlock my phone and looking at the picture makes my blood go cold. The picture is of Mark in a dark club, he’s on his knees wearing a black leather jockstrap, a heavy metal collar is locked around his neck with a large padlock, and a chain goes from the collar to a slender hand. The owner of the hand is barely in the picture, but I can see a slim leg, a set of flat twinky abs, and a prominent bulge in their dark pants. I’d been to leather clubs before, but this one seemed a bit different. The vibe of the picture seemed darker, and Mark looked out of it, a long strand of drool hanging from his mouth.

After I recover from the initial shock, I send a quick response saying, “Where did you find him?”

A few painful seconds go by before the reply comes. “Dark Eagle Club. He wasn’t there by choice.”

I respond, “How can I get him back?”

A longer wait this time. It drags on, but the little dots on my screen keep me hopeful. My breath catches each time they stop. Finally, the mysterious person responds “Something more is going on. Meet me at the Buckstars on 3rd Street in two hours. We can talk there.”

I shoot back another text. “Who are you?” However, no reply comes.

I take another sip of my coffee and wince, it tastes bitter to me now; the whole interaction having soured my mood. I drink it anyways, as I need the caffeine, but the foul taste doesn’t go away. I toss the uneaten slices of pizza into the trash, my appetite completely gone now. Is that what happened to Mark? Someone kidnapped him and turned him into their sex slave? A mix of emotions flow through me, but mostly a growing rage at those that took him from me.

The Buckstars wasn’t far, I could walk there easily enough. I throw on a pair of jeans and pull on my socks. I reached for my shirt but stopped short. It suddenly occurred to me that I don’t know who this person even is. For all I know, this could be a trap and I would find myself taken just like Mark. I need some sort of protection. I don’t have a gun, but I know Mark kept some knives and swords and stuff in the closet. I walk over to the closet and find them stacked in the corner. I pull out a large pocketknife with a simple handle with dark wood on it. It looks big enough that I might be able to scare someone off, but I know I wouldn’t really be able to use it in a fight.

I walk over to the dresser and pull out a green shirt. Mark always said the green brought out the blue in my eyes. I pull the shirt on and check the mirror. I run my fingers through my hair to fix It. I see one of the necklaces that Mark had laying on top of the dresser. A small shiny black medallion with a rune carved into it, hanging from a strip of black leather. As an impulse, I grab it and pull it on, letting the medallion hang down between my pecs.

I grab my jacket and head out into the brisk weather. The sky is overcast with a chill wind blowing between the buildings, and the dark clouds threaten to unleash a downpour. I move quickly and make it to the Buckstars 45 minutes early. I wait across the street from the shop, checking the place over for anything that might point to trouble. I find a place to sit down and keep an eye on the coffee shop.

Everything seems normal at the shop, and none of the people around seem suspicious. I let out a tense breath. I don’t know what I really expected. This guy is unlikely to be dressed like some cartoon villain. It is a public place, so it would be harder for him to take me here. Just need to stay alert when I leave here. I head across the street into the coffee shop and order a large coffee. I keep my phone in my pocket and keep my head on a swivel, keeping an eye on the other people in the shop while I wait for my coffee.

After a couple minutes they call out my name, and I pick up the coffee from the counter. I go find an empty table in the corner, away from the doors and windows, and take a seat where I can keep an eye on the whole room easily. I know I’m being paranoid, but I don’t know this guy and if he’s involved in Mark’s disappearance, I want to have the best chance of getting away. An middle-aged guy with a trench coat walks in and heads to the counter and places his order. His eyes are darting around, and he’s looking around nervously. I keep a close eye on him as he waits for his coffee.

“Hi Nick,” I hear and turn to look at a guy as he sits down in the chair across from me. He looks like he’s in his mid-twenties, though he’s very sim. His lithe body is scantily clad, wearing a thin grey tank top, a pair of very short red shorts, and a pair of black roller blades. His outfit stands out considering the chill weather, but he seems unperturbed. “Glad you could make it.”

I’m a bit taken aback by his appearance; he was certainly not what I was imagining. “Ummm, are… are you…”

He nods. “Yes, I’m the guy who texted you a couple hours ago. Probably not what you expected, but it’s what keeps me safe. You can call me Brad. The guy who took your boyfriend is very dangerous, and I have to keep on the move.”

My eyes dart towards his rollerblades and arch my eyebrow at him.

He laughs. “Yeah, those help too.”

“So where is Mark?” I ask directly.

Brad’s face turns serious and he says, “So, your… well, Mark, was taken by a man named Edward Woods. I know he has been taking a lot of guys, and they are usually never seen again. I’ve been tracking the missing persons reports and linking them up and trying to connect them to him. Mark is the first one that I’d been able to spot after they disappeared. My boyfriend and I had been tracking them after his friend disappeared. He took what we had to the police, but,” he pauses, his eyes tearing up a little. “He took the stuff to the police station, I watched him walk into the building, and that was the last I saw him. The police pretended they had never seen him.”

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, realizing that whatever is going on is much bigger than I thought. I had hoped that if this guy had information, I could just take it to the police. But this sounded like they were involved somehow, or at the very least being paid to look the other way.

Brad continued speaking, “I know this is a lot to drop on you all at once. You probably don’t believe me, I know nobody else has. I’m hoping that you’ll believe me, and maybe be able to help me.”

“Help you? How? This seems all so big; how could I help you with anything?” I say while quietly feeling anxious about the whole issue.

“Well, after the party where I saw Mark, I managed to follow Edward to an old warehouse.” Brad’s voice starts to pick up, speaking faster and faster. It seems like one part of anxious energy with one part excitement. “He didn’t have Mark with him at the time, but I followed him in and saw him drive off in a car with an extra person in the car with him. I think that you and I can slip in there and get some evidence against him. Something concrete that he won’t be able to bribe his way out of. Take it to the news and anywhere else we can and force the police to confront him.”

“Do you think that will work? If he has the police in his pocket, he might have bought off the news too.”

“I know, but I need to find Jason. I can’t…” He pauses and gathers himself before continuing, “we need to find our loved ones, and we need to stop this guy. I think if we can get the proof and get it out, we can force someone to do something about it.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “All right fine, we get in there and get some evidence and then we get out. We can’t help anyone if they disappear us too.”

“You’re right. First trip we just take a look, nothing crazy. Here, meet me at this location,” he says as he slides a folded piece of paper across the table, “tonight at 8. We’ll head out from there.” He gets up, and deftly glides out of the coffee shop and down the street.

I take another sip of my coffee. It has gone cold, but the bitterness seems almost soothing to my mood. It’s a chance to find Mark, and all it may cost me is my freedom.
My thoughts are racing as I walk back home, imagining what it will be like to have Mark back; to see him again, hold his body against mine, to taste his cock again. Despite the strangeness of the meeting with Brad, my libido was certainly not willing to stay quiet. I used to constantly be horny, it seemed. Mark and I would fuck and suck each other several times a day, sometimes having marathon rounds of fucking. Since Mark left, no, since Mark was taken, I hadn’t been in the mood for much; just the occasional perfunctory jack off session to release some tension.

Now that the thought of having Mark back was in my head, my cock decided to get back into its normal groove. I could feel my 6-inch cock expanding in my briefs, stretching and rubbing against the material as I continue my walk along the dreary streets. The coarse fabric rubs against the head of my cock and I have to close my eyes briefly to get myself back under control. I can feel my cock throb and a heavy drop of precum soak into the fabric of my briefs. I hurry back to my apartment, adopting an awkward gait to try to reduce the friction a bit. The thought of someone noticing my hardon tenting my jeans simultaneously fills me with embarrassment and causes a pulsing need to grow in my loins making my cock feel even harder.

I make it back into my apartment and kick the door closed behind me. I toss my bag down on the floor and vault over the back of the couch. I practically tear at my belt and zipper until I can wiggle my hand into my briefs and take a grasp of my cock. The heat coming off it is intense as the meaty piece of flesh throbs in my hand, and my precum coats the palm of my hand as I give it a few quick rubs. My other hand pushes my shirt up, exposing my hairy stomach until it reaches my nipples. I give my nipples a few tweaks as I use my other hand to pull my cock free of my pants.

My 6 incher throbs and a musky bead of precum glistens at the tip. My hand slides up the shaft until my fingers can reach the head, then I twist my wrist letting my fingers gently smear the precum around the head, before sliding them back down the shaft. I start getting into a rhythm, letting my hand glide smoothly up and down my cock. I twist my hand on the upstroke, giving extra attention to the head and letting my head lean back against the back of the couch.

I close my eyes, and let my mind drift a bit. I start picturing Mark’s body. His tan, lithe body, his dark body hair, thick across his chest and abs, his trimmed bush sitting above his heavy cock. In my imagination he grabs his cock and gives me a cocky grin as he starts stroking his 10-inch schlong. Just picturing that huge cock, makes my mouth water and I feel the urge to fall to my knees and deepthroat it. I pick up the pace on my stroking, relishing in the sensations running up my spine. My cock is throbbing and I’m leaking precum like a faucet.

In my head I’m down on my knees, looking up at Mark’s face, his bright green eyes giving me a lustful gaze. I shift closer to him, running my hands up his hairy legs and tracing my fingertips along his tan lines. My fingers encircle the base of his cock, while I lean forward and take the heavy head into my mouth. I can practically taste his musky sweat on my tongue as his cock slides into my hot mouth. As I stroke my cock, I let my jaw relax and my mouth hang open as I imagine Mark’s dick sliding deeper and deeper into my mouth. I can practically feel his girth stretching my throat wide, his hands running through my hair. His fingers grip the back of my head and pull my face forward, feeding inch after inch of his thick dick into my throat.

He starts slamming his cock into my mouth, abusing my throat. In my fantasy I’m gagging on his dick, hearing his moans and gasps as he uses me to pleasure his cock. I’m moaning louder and louder, not even caring if the neighbors here me. It feels so good, even if it’s just a fantasy, it is the most intense thing I’ve felt in weeks. I give my nipples another strong tug and I can feel my balls pulling up tight against my body. I speed up my strokes, the fantasy version of Mark still fucking my mouth, until finally I feel the cum start to boil in my nuts. I can feel the surge of cum travelling up my shaft pushing a wave of precum ahead of it. Then there is that intense build up as it reaches the tip of my cock.

In my fantasy, Mark is holding his cock fully down my throat, not letting me up for air. I glance up to him, but instead of Mark, I see Brad’s face. I’m shocked for a moment, but I can’t hold back any more and my cum starts flying out of my cock. Pulse after pulse sending long thick ropes of cum flying. The first rope hit me in the face, the warm stickiness sending another surge of pleasure through me. The next ropes go a little shorter, coating my chest and stomach in more cum. I lay there sticky and sweaty, basking in the afterglow of the jack off session.

After a few minutes I stand up, scooping the cum off my face and licking it off my fingers. I stagger to my feat and walk unsteadily down the hall to the bathroom. I can smell the funk coming off of me from the jack off session and my chest hair is matted with the sweat and cum. I turn the shower on and let it warm up as I rinse my face off in the sink. I pull the curtain back and step in as a cloud of steam wafts out. I climb in and quickly scrub my body off, washing away the funk, sweat, and cum.

I climb out of the shower feeling refreshed. Honestly this is probably the best I’ve felt in weeks. Though now, as the realization that I’m about to go break into some abandoned warehouse hits, a sinking pit forms in my stomach. But Brad seemed sure that it was just going to be a quick in and out job. Go in, see what the set up there is, and get out before anyone even knows we’re there. I’d never really tried sneaking around, but I was fairly light on my feet despite my size. I’m sure we’ll be okay.

I try to keep myself calm around the apartment by distracting myself with some games. Just something mindless to keep myself distracted for a while. I while away the afternoon until it’s time to get ready. I walk into the bedroom and change my clothes. I get some dark colored clothing, but something that still looks relatively normal. Makes sense to wear something dark to keep from being easily spotted, but I don’t want to wear anything that’s going to stand out. A guy in all black sweats in the middle of the night is going to attract more attention than a guy just dressed normally.

I check the paper that Brad gave me. It’s a small burger place across town. I head outside and grab a cab. After giving the guy the address, I lean back into the seat and read through my social media feeds. It’s honestly been a while since I really kept up with them. I realize I’d sunk into quite a bit of a depression, but with this lead on finding Mark, I’m feeling a bit more myself. The backseat of the taxi smells funky, like it hasn’t been washed in years. The cheap air freshener is trying to cover up the smell but failing at it miserably.

The cab pulls over and I pay the fare and step out into the early evening. The rain from earlier has stopped, but the ground remains damp and puddles line the street. A few potholes in the road remain filled with murky water, obscuring just how deep they are. The area is a little run down, so I would figure that they are much deeper than they’d appear at first glance. The wind is tearing down the street, ripping what little warmth is left from my body. I pull my grey jacket up close to my body, keeping whatever heat I can as I hurry into the burger shop. The harsh neon lights and brightly colored plastics of the 50’s style décor sear their way into my retina.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, “Good you made it,” Brad says. He’s dressed in a more normal way now instead of his skimpy outfit from before. His dark blue jeans are tight against his legs and accentuating his ass. His shirt is a dark green with a brown jacket over it.

“Of course. This is important to both of us.”

“Well, come on, we’ll go take care of things. Then, you can come back and get something to eat afterwards.”

“Right, maybe I will.” I really had no plans on eating at that place, but I wasn’t going to be rude and say it out loud. I’m sure the food was fine—greasy and unhealthy, but good enough. Still the lights hurt my eyes, and the garish colors disconcerted me.

The two of us head off down the street, taking a round-a-bout route to the warehouse. Brad doesn’t seem cold but is calm and collected. He keeps his head on a swivel, checking our surroundings constantly. I realize he’s looking out for anyone who might be working for this Edward guy. Thugs, cops, hired muscle, whatever form this guy’s goons might take, Brad was alert for them.

We start wandering around, seemingly aimlessly. I realize he’s leading me around in seemingly random directions, but we’re gradually moving towards some goal. His turns and double backs are there to keep it from being too obvious where we’re going if someone was watching us. I’m not sure that it would really work, as the repeated double backs might tip them off as well. Somewhere in the middle of the walk Brad had put his arm around my shoulders, I guess as a cover to make us look like friends or lovers out for a stroll in the early evening. Though I know it’s just meant to be cover for us, I can’t help but feel a bit flush and my cock chubs up a bit in my jeans.

After about 45 minutes, we come to a dark alley and Brad slows us down. He gives me a conspiratorial glance and pulls me into the alley. He grabs my ass as we walk down the alley and he pushes me against the wall behind a pile of boxes. He leans in, cupping my cock through my jeans and gives me a kiss on the lips. I feel my cock surge to full erection as he pulls his face back a little.

“Just a bit of cover,” he says in a breathy whisper before giving me another kiss then continues, “we’re here though.”

He drops down in front of me as if to give me a blow job. I feel my knees go a bit weak and my cock leaks a heavy drop of precum into my briefs. He tugs on my belt, but not to pull them down. Instead, he pulls me down so I’m behind the boxes and hidden from the street.

“Okay,” he whispers, “that should distract anyone who was following us. The warehouse is just over that fence back there.” He moves his head to indicate the chain-link fence at the back of the alley. “There is a blind spot in the cameras back there, we can use that to get up close and get to the door. Once we get inside we can see how many guys they have here, and maybe an idea of how many guards are inside. That way we can plan on how to get everyone out of there.”

I give him a nod and the two of us move towards the back of the alley. He goes over the fence first, the chain-link rattling slightly as he does. I pull myself over after him, though my weight makes the fence bend a little, the links rattling loudly. I hit the ground and try to remain motionless, keeping an ear out for any sounds that might indicate that we alerted someone. The area seems quiet, with no noises other than the sounds of traffic coming from the nearby streets. Even that is distant. I shift myself and move over behind some boxes with Brad, who gives me a bit of a dirty look. I try to look apologetic as we keep a watch around the area.

The area outside the warehouse is mostly empty with the odd scattered group of pallets and boxes. The space between the fence and the warehouse was pretty small, maybe a couple dozen feet on this side. About 50 feet away on the side of the building is a single metal door, the paint on it chipped and rusting. The door sits at the top of a small concrete platform raised a couple feet off the ground with three steps leading up to it. There is an old light fixture above the door, spreading a weak pool of light around the door. Brad points to a spot on the wall a little closer to us and following his gesture I see the darkened rectangle of a window about 10 feet off the ground. In what little light reaches it I can see a few old panes of glass, but most of the spaces are broken or missing. He quickly moves across the path in front of us and stops below the window. I follow him, trying to be as quiet as I can.

He gestures to me and puts his hands together in a cupping motion. I understand and mimic his gesture to give him a boost up to the window. He steps in my hands and I haut him upwards until he can grab the windowsill. He pulls the windowpanes upwards, opening the window and climbing through. He reaches his hand down, and I grasp it. Surprising me a bit with his strength, he helps to pull me up and through the window.

It’s even darker inside the warehouse and it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. In the faint light I see we’re up on a small catwalk. Easily 20 feet below us is the floor of the warehouse. It seems odd since that would put it well below street level. In the middle of the warehouse, I can make out a small structure. There is a door on the side of the structure with a faint light shining through the edges around the door. On the far side of the warehouse, I can make out some large machines, but in the dim light I cannot tell what they are for. I motion to the structure to Brad and he gives a short nod and then points to a ladder connected to the catwalk nearby. I sneak over to the ladder, trying to keep low. I slowly climb onto it, carefully testing each rung as I go. The metal of the ladder is corroded, but it holds. Once I’m on the floor Brad follows down the ladder quietly.

We make our way over to the structure in the dark. Now that we’re closer I can see that the structure is three large cargo containers pushed together into making one big structure. If Mark and the other guys are in there, then they could move them within a few hours. We have to be extra cautious not to get caught. We approach the door and I strain my ears, trying to listen for anyone moving around inside. I move up and test the door handle slowly; luckily it is unlocked, and I continue slowly turning the handle until I can open the door. I slowly pull the door open, letting the bright light spill out into the darkened warehouse. I’m momentarily blinded by the light, but soon adjust enough to squint and look into the structure.

I don’t see or hear anyone moving inside, just a low hum of electronics running and the rumble of an air conditioning unit. The air coming through the door is warm and damp. It smells like disinfectant, but with a faint undercurrent of something musky. The room appears to be several long rows of lockers with a small walkway running down the middle. There is an open doorway running between each of the containers. I scurry inside the first container, looking both ways to make sure we’re alone in there. Brad follows shortly thereafter, pulling the door shut behind him. Hopefully, if anyone glances in now everything will look normal. I poke my head through the doorway into the next container checking for anyone. Finding none, I move into the last container and verify that we’re alone.

I look at Brad and shake my head. There’s no guards in here, but there’s also no sign of Mark or anyone else. At one end of the first container is a small desk with a computer mounted to it. Brad moves over to the computer and starts typing on it. I can see a bit of worry in his face, obviously fearing the same thing that I am, that this is a dead end. While he busies himself at the computer I look around the rest of the container. The lockers are all numbered, each in this container labeled “69-” and then a string of numbers. I move to the others and they are labelled similarly, except the lockers in them start with “68-” and “67-”. Assuming the numbers are accurate, it would imply that they have at least another 66 containers like these. Not sure what the lockers are for, but I’m sure it can’t be good.

In the third container in the same location as the desk was in the first, is a set of canisters. They look like the canisters they store helium in, but these are labelled as “K0-K69 Gas.” There are a couple of small canisters, about the size of an energy drink can, sitting on the floor. I grab one of them and carry it back over to Brad. As I walk through the door he looks up and motions me over. I hurry over to him, setting the canister down on the desk and look at the screen. He’s in some sort of database. There are pictures and stats of various men. Every picture is the man naked in a clinical setting. Instead of names they’re all referred to as “Test Subjects.” Holy shit, these guys are kidnapping men and using them for some sort of strange experiments.

Just as we’re about look for some clue as to where they’re keeping the subjects we hear the noise of a metal rolling door going up. We’re both startled, realizing that someone must be coming. In that brief jump scare my arm bumps the canister and sends it off the desk and onto the floor. There’s a clattering as it hit and I can hear the hiss of the gas escaping from some crack in the canister. A white mist quickly forms in the air as the gas begins to quickly fill the small space. The mist stings my eyes, and I begin to tear up. I pull my shirt up, trying to cover my mouth and nose as the two of us move quickly out the door.

I spare a quick glance towards the front of the warehouse where the doors are open and I can see the lights of a large truck with the silhouettes of several men showing in the light. We move quickly back up the ladder, worried more about being quick than stealthy. We make it back out the window and drop on the pavement outside. We can hear some shouts coming from inside, so we book it for the fence to the alley. We’re over the fence in seconds, and run up the alley hiding behind the boxes on the side away from the fence.

We’re both breathing heavily, but I manage to get out between hot gulps of air, “do you think they saw us?”

“There’s no way they didn’t see us in the warehouse, but hopefully, they didn’t see us go over the fence. Come on, let’s get going. We can’t stop until we’re away from here.”

We take off at a jog, trying to look more like a couple of joggers, though our clothes don’t match that. Brad leads the way, taking a direct route somewhere, though I’m not sure where. We took so many turns to get here, I’m not exactly sure where here is. After a few blocks we slow to a walk and Brad leads me up to an old apartment building.

“Okay, we can lay low here for a while. At least until morning,” Brad says as he starts up the stairs.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what’s going on, but quickly follow him up and into the building. We head upstairs to an apartment on the second floor, and Brad unlocks the door with a key. Inside is a dark and poorly lit apartment. A single lamp illuminates the room on from a small side table. The apartment is a small efficiency, with a black leather couch on one side and a TV on the other. There is a small kitchen area off to one side and a door that presumably leads to a bathroom. Brad walks in and flops down on the couch while I gently close the door behind me and lock it.

I stand there for a moment and try to catch my breath the rest of the way. As I do I become aware that my cock is rock hard in my pants. I feel a flush of embarrassment, followed by a bit of a rush of pleasure. Brad is sitting on the couch with his legs splayed wide, and I can see the outline of his hard cock in his tight pants.

“So, umm…” I start, trying to find something normal to talk about. “Did you see anything on the computer before they—”

“—before you knocked that gas over and nearly got us caught? Yeah, luckily I did. There were a bunch of numbers that I couldn’t figure out what they meant, but I did see an address near the docks where it listed some other containers.”

“Well, I did see the lockers were numbered. I think they have a lot more of them out there. No fucking clue what they’re for though. And that strange gas, do you think that’s what they’re testing on the guys they kidnap?”

“Yeah, probably, and you exposed us to it. I wouldn’t be surprised if we won’t be tripping balls before too long.” Brad adjusts his cock before he starts talking again. “Though speaking of balls, mine are feeling really full all of a sudden.”

I grin, feeling flush, my head feels like there’s a fog in my head. Thoughts keep slipping away before I can grab a hold of them. “Yeah, man, my fucking cock is so hard.” I walk over to Brad and climb between his knees. My hands start roaming over his body, pushing his shirt up and massaging the ample bulge in his jeans. He pulls his shirt off over his head, as I lean forward kissing his slim stomach, working my way down to his waistline. I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. I feel a ravenous need to suck his cock and I start pulling at his pants almost violently. I rip his pants down enough to let his cock spring free, a very thick uncut 7 inches comes out and slaps against his belly with a wet smack. I lean forward and lick the splatter of precum off his stomach as I take his cock into my mouth.

I take his cock down to the root easily, as if I never had a gag reflex in the first place. I can hear him moaning, but I can’t seem to focus on it. Nothing but the cock in my mouth matters. As each drop of precum hits my tongue, an electric pulse of pleasure travels down my spine and straight into the base of my dick. The precum is intoxicating, and I feel like I’m actually getting drunk off it. His hips are bucking, and his legs are shaking with the pleasure, but all I care about is the cock and the cum I can practically taste. His hands are running through my hair, grabbing at me and holding my mouth down so he can fuck my throat.

“I’m gonna—” he starts but before he even finishes the word, I can feel his cock swell in my mouth and he starts shooting. The cum is shooting in a torrent, and I greedily swallow it down at first. But his cum just keeps shooting, huge pulse after pulse spraying into my waiting mouth. I pull back to breathe before I pass out and catch a couple ropes of cum across my face. My tongue flicks out and licks it up. His cock is still shooting though. Now that it’s not buried in my throat, I can see something’s wrong. His cock is smaller. A lot smaller. It’s maybe 4 inches long now, and his balls are nonexistent. With each rope of cum he shoots his cock get perceptibly smaller.

I have my hands down my pants, stroking my own cock as I watch his shrink. He’s watching his cock shrink away as he moans and shoots hot cum all over his body. Barely thirty seconds after I start stroking, I feel my balls pull up and I start cumming. I hadn’t even gotten my pants off, and I’m still watching as the last of Brad’s cock shrink away to nothing. I fall back, first against my heels, then falling all the way until I’m sprawled out on the floor. My pants are filling with my hot cum, and in my cum-drunk haze I don’t really care. Finally, my orgasm stops, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. My last thoughts before unconsciousness claims me are of cocks and cum.

I squint in the morning light. Long bands of light stream through the gaps between the vertical blinds that line the wide sliding door. I lift my left arm up and weakly flop it over my face to try to block out the light at bit, but I immediately recoil from the touch. My arm is covered in a dried and crusty substance. The events of last night start to come back to me and I realize it is my dried cum. I pull myself upright, and I can hear the crackling noise as the dried cum breaks and separates on my body and clothes. Looking down at myself, my clothes are thoroughly covered in dried cum. My forest green shirt looks like it had been used as a cum rag for an entire frat for a year. There is barely a spot that isn’t caked in dried cum. My jeans are likewise caked in cum and the dried ring of cum around me shows where the huge puddle of cum once sat.

I pull myself up to my feet, cringing as the cum flakes off of my body and clothes. Looking around, I see no sign of Brad. Well that’s an exaggeration, there is a rough outline of his form in the dried cum that covers the couch. I move through the small apartment looking for him. Dust highlights the bands of light coming through the windows. The place is a bit of a mess, but there is dust all over the place. I’m not sure that its actually been lived in recently, or if they’re just very messy. There’s only one bedroom and one bathroom, so it doesn’t take long to verify that the place is empty. I hear noises coming from the front door. A scuffling noise and the sound of hushed voices.

“Come on, do you think he’d really be dumb enough to come back here?” one gruff voice says.

“Probably not, but he was near here, and we know he was exposed. He wouldn’t have had long before it overtook him,” another higher but masculine voice replies.

I back away from the door. These guys must be working for Woods, which means they are looking for Brad and me. Well at the very least, they’re looking for Brad, and if they’ll probably figure it out pretty quick that I was there too. My clothes are filthy, and there’s no way they’ll be dumb enough to not be suspicious of me. My best chance is either to run or hide. I move over to the sliding door and unlock it. I slide it open just enough to slip out onto the balcony and close it again. I move out of line of sight of the window, hugging the wall as I look around. There is a partition on one side of me, separating this balcony from the neighboring one and a solid wall on the far end that makes up the corner of the building. The railing is solid pieces of glass with two breaks for support posts along its length. I’m only on the second floor, and the balcony is looking over a small park behind the building. I quickly glance over the edge and see below the balcony is a narrow strip of grass before the sidewalk along the edge of the park.

I begin to contemplate jumping over the railing when I hear the door inside burst open. I press myself back against the wall. My heartbeat is throbbing in my ears. I can hear them stomping through the apartment. A muffled noise of disgust comes from one of them. Probably they noticed the giant cum stains in the living room, but I dare not poke my head around the corner to look. I hear one of them moving through the apartment, the sound of doors slamming open. I see some of the blinds out of the corner of my eye moving. I press myself further against the wall, desperately trying to make myself invisible. The blinds shifted again, and my breath catches. My heart is pounding, he must have seen me. There’s no way he didn’t. Several long seconds pass that seems to stretch on and on. Finally, I hear the footsteps moving away from the sliding door. I let out my breath, feel some relief wash over me.

“He’s been here for sure. Must have ducked out. Call up Mark and let him know,” I hear the deep voice say from within the apartment. I can hear the muffled sounds of the other guy making the call, but can’t make out enough of the words to follow the conversation. After several minutes the call seems to end. The other voice says something, but he’s too far from the window and I can’t make it out. “Fuck, we have to wait here in case the bastard comes back? Do you really think he’s going to be dumb enough to do that?” There’s another indistinct response and the sounds of more footsteps moving away from the window.

Fuck, what am I going to do now? They’re going to be fucking hanging out in there in case Brad comes back, so I’m going to be fucking trapped. I hear the sound of something, probably a chair, being dragged across the floor, the feet digging into the cheap fake wood flooring. I think if I can get over the railing I can drop down to the ground below and get out of here before they can grab me. Once I’m away, I’ll probably be safe. It sounded like they’re only after Brad, so maybe they don’t realize I was there too. Getting over the railing without them noticing is going to be tough though, it doesn’t have any good footholds, so I’ll have to step over it all at once. That will be pretty obvious if they so much as glance out of the corner of their eye.

What I need is a distraction. Something to pull their attention away for just a minute. I check my pockets but nothing other than my keys, wallet, and phone. I can’t afford to leave any of those behind, and I don’t know who I could call to try to distract them without giving myself away. I try to calm myself down. I might be stuck here for a while.

I stand there, my back pressed against the wall for ages. It feels like hours standing there as my legs cramp and ache. Then I hear the sounds from inside change. What had been some muffled talking punctuated with the occasional crass laugh turned into much more primal sounds. Grunts and groans emanate from within the apartment. I shift slightly, to try to hear a little bit better. There isn’t much difference, so I risk a peek around the corner of the door. I duck back around the corner to process what I saw. The two men, one a big burly bear with pale skin and the other a thin but muscular jock with a heavy tan, were sitting on the couch, in the crusty remains of Brad’s orgasm, making out with each other. They’re shirtless, their arms wrapped around each other.

I know this is the perfect opportunity to escape, while they’re getting busy, but the thought of them going at it is turning me on. I keep myself against the wall, but I let my right hand run across my chest, tweaking my left nipple through my shirt. I let out a gasp, the pleasure from my nipple seems so intense. It must be the adrenaline or something, but the pleasure seems heightened. A loud moan comes from inside, and I dare to poke my head back around the corner. On the couch the muscular jock is sitting in the bear’s lap, grinding his ass against the bear. They’ve stripped off their clothes and the jock’s ass is thick and muscular and the flexing of his ass muscles as he grinds against the bear is almost hypnotic.

My mouth is watering at the sight of that ass. I spit into my right hand and slide it down along my chest and slip it into the waistband of my jeans. I can feel the rough, cum-crusted texture of my underwear as I slide my fingers under the waistband. My fingers move through my trimmed bush, but then I pause. My fingers are touching my balls, the small hairs faintly tickling my fingertips, but what I’m not feeling is my raging hardon. All I feel is my balls, aching for release. I move back placing my back against the wall and undo my pants, sliding them and my red briefs down my thighs to just below my balls. I can feel the cool breeze against my balls as I look down with trepidation.

There on my crotch, amongst the matted pubes and remains of my load from last night, are my balls, looking a little more swollen than normal. What isn’t there is what is more concerning. There is no sign of my dick at all, no scar, not even a little hole. It is like I never had one at all. I gasp and it takes all my willpower not to cry out in horror. I remember Brad’s cock and balls shrinking last night, the same thing must have happened to my dick. Just have to keep calm. I’m still so fucking horned up from seeing them going at it, but there’s nothing I can do without a dick between my legs.

I quickly pull my pants back up, my balls throbbing with need. This might be the best chance I’m going to get to get out of here. I peek around the corner, and my brain takes a second to process what is going on. The jock is still in the bear’s lap, but I don’t see his legs. Between the bear’s legs are a huge pair of tan balls. The wrinkled sac hangs down off the couch filled with two-basketball sized nuts pushing his legs out wide. The skin of the bear’s ball sac goes up and is attached to the Jock’s ass, the skin of his ass seems to be merged into one. The two men are making out, the Jock’s hands running through the heavy pelt of hair on the bear’s chest, while the bear’s hands are running up and down the Jock’s sides like he’s jacking a huge cock.

Both of the guys are moaning loudly, the jock’s mouth hanging slack with drool trailing down. The bear reaches up and takes some of the drool, smearing it onto the jock’s chin and down his neck. They look so engrossed in whatever the fuck is going on, I move over to the railing and climb over. Looking back at the apartment I hear the two men give out a huge moan, but the blinds obscure the sight of what is going on. I climb down until I can grab the ledge at the base of the balcony and let my legs hang down. I then drop the remaining few feet to the grass below. I give a quick glance around, hoping that there isn’t anyone around to notice. It looks like nobody noticed me dropping down at least.

I take off down the street, resisting the urge to run, but try to look like an average guy. The illusion is ruined a bit by the massive cum stains all over my clothes, but I try to pretend I don’t notice. I pull my phone out to check it, but it doesn’t turn on. Well there’s dried cum on it, so there’s a chance its dead, but hopefully the battery is just dead. Means that I won’t be able to grab a ride or anything. Might be for the best though, it means that they’ll have a tougher time tracking me if they ever realize it wasn’t just Brad that went there.

It takes me several hours to walk across the city and get home, but finally I make it back to my apartment. I unlock the door and walk through, half-expecting there to be someone waiting for me, but the apartment is quiet. On the floor is a piece of paper. I bend down and pick it up as I close the door behind me. On one side is a take away menu for some burger restaurant and on the other, is a hastily scrawled note.

The note says, “Hey, lay low for a few days. I know things are different, but stay home and stay calm. I’ll come by soon.”

I assume the note is from Brad, and his advice seems like a decent idea. I made it back here, and those thugs have no idea who I am. Slipped past those guys at the apartment. Give some time for Brad to give them the slip, then we can figure out where to go from there. In the meantime I am ready to get clean. I walk into my bedroom and strip down, tossing my crusty clothes into the hamper, and padding into the bathroom. My feet are sore from walking for so long, and I think a good soak in the tub will help. I start filling the tub with warm water and move over to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

My gaze is drawn to my crotch. My balls look so strange without a cock laying atop them. I use my fingers to search through my pubes, trying to calmly find if anything is left of my cock. After a couple minutes of searching, it is clear there’s nothing. This is certainly going to make for some frustrations, without some way to jack off, I’m going to have to find some other way to release some pressure. The tub is full enough at this point for me to get in, sitting down in the warm water as it slowly fills. This is one time that I’m happy we had opted for this apartment with a large, deep tub. I can easily sit down and stretch out my legs without issue and keeping everything below the water line.

I lay back and close my eyes, just trying to let myself relax and let my mind drift away and try to forget about the changes. The warm water feels amazing on my body and I can feel myself drifting and the stress just melting off my frame. I feel myself drift off to sleep in the large tub. My dreams are intensely sexual, images of hot men sucking cock, fucking, and kissing in every position my dreaming mind can come up with. I feel an intense burning desire coursing through my body as the images flow through my mind. In my dream I can feel arms wrapped around me, running along my body. There is a tightness to them, encircling me and holding me.

I awake suddenly as water goes up my nose. I had slid down in the tub until my face was in the water. I get up sputtering a bit, clearing the water out of my face. I’m still intensely turned on. Looking down at my body I’m a little taken aback. My abs are more visible and defined, my pecs seem larger, and my biceps bigger. My body is flush with heat and I can feel an aching desire coming from my swollen nuts, a desperate need to cum. I’m not really sure how to pull that off, but my horniness is overriding. I need to cum, and I don’t care how.

I begin massaging my balls, enjoying the slight relief from the ache in them. With my other hand I play with my nipples, tweaking first my right nipple, then the left. I gasp at the pleasure, giving off a soft uncontrollable moan. I can feel a throb within my body, somewhere deep in my belly. The throb sends a warm pulse of pleasure radiating slowly throughout my body. My mouth is watering as I play with my chest and balls. I bring my right hand up from my balls and start rubbing my abs above where the warmth started. This was a good idea as a surge of pleasure radiates outwards from where my hand is rubbing.

I swallow down a mouthful of saliva as I continue to rub my hands up and down my chest and abs. I can feel my nuts churning away, the cum roiling within them, desperate to get out. My hands speed up, soon matching each other, running side by side up and down, gliding across my wet skin from just above my balls all the way up to the top of my chest. Up and down and then up again my hands are like a blur. I feel myself getting closer and closer, the pleasure building within me until suddenly a dam bursts.

My back arches and I involuntarily lift my hips out of the water. My eyes are closed in pleasure as I moan. My moan is abruptly cut off as a thick substance seems to launch from my mouth to splatter against the shower wall behind me. My eyes fly open in time to watch the second volley of cum fire from my mouth. I want to moan or scream or something, but I can only ride the waves of pleasure that engulf my entire being as pulse after pulse of cum shoots from my mouth. After the eighth rope a few more weak pulses trickle out of my mouth and run down my chin before stopping completely.

I sit there in a mix of shock and the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced for a few minutes. I shift and let the water start to drain from the tub as I climb out, still a little unsteady from the intensity of the orgasm. The wall is covered with what looks like a gallon of cum, which seems to defy reality. There’s no way I could have shot that big of a load. Then again, I’ve never heard of anyone shooting cum from their mouth, so this is well outside of what I know. I turn on the shower and point the shower head at the cum, trying to wash as much of it as I can down the drain. Once I’m satisfied that I got as much as I could cleaned up, I turned the shower back off and pad over to the mirror.

My muscles seem back to normal, no longer as swollen and defined as before. My balls are still sitting there, nestled in my pubes, though they still look strange to me without a cock above them. So at least there doesn’t seem to be any other changes from that little adventure. I wash my face off and dry myself off with a towel. The rough fabric of the towel seems harsher than usual against my body and a few times I cringe a bit at how rough it feels. My whole body seems much more sensitive than usual. What the fuck is happening to me?

After I finish drying off, I feel a familiar need to piss. I’m not really sure how this is going to work, but I have a sneaking suspicion. I move back over to the tub and climb in, standing with my hands on the wall to steady myself. I mentally relax and let it flow. As I had suspected I feel a sudden shift in my mouth and my mouth opens involuntarily. A thick stream of piss starts flowing from my mouth splattering on the bottom of the tub and spraying my legs. I can’t stop myself now and just let it all flow out. I can’t really taste it as it flows, but as the stream comes to an end, my mouth comes back under my control and the acrid taste of a few stray drops of piss coat my tongue.

I quickly turn the shower back on and scrub my legs clean again. Once I’m satisfied that I’m clean I turn off the shower and dry off again. I’ll have to figure out a better way to do that tomorrow; right now, I’m just exhausted. I pad out into my bedroom and grab my phone. I plug it into the charger without even checking to see if it comes on and crawl into bed. I pull the covers over me and fall into a deep sleep.

My dreams were filled with intense sexual images. I tossed and turned in my bed as images and scenes of men fucking and sucking filled my mind. As the night went on, the dreams became weirder and stranger. Men without cocks getting fucked, men drooling long strands of precum from their mouths, and scenes of groups of men all firing cum from their mouths. Then the scene shifts and I’m moving towards a gigantic bubble butt. A perfect pink hole in front of me, flexing and winking in anticipation. I feel myself moving towards it quickly, until it swallows me whole. I can feel the tightness around me and pleasure floods my body.

I’m pulled out of my dreams by the sound of the alarm on my phone. I grab around and find my phone and shut it off. I can’t really go anywhere today, but in my tired state I guess I forgot to shut off the alarm last night. I shoot a quick text to my boss to let him know I’m feeling sick. I still feel hot and flush from my dreams. I touch my cheek, and my fingers come back with long strands of precum on them. Obviously I was enjoying the dreams a lot. I look at my arm and realize that my muscles are swollen again. It’s pretty clear that when I get “hard” my muscles start to swell.

Looking down at my pecs, they’ve grown from their normal toned slabs of muscle into a huge shelf of muscle. My biceps are massive, easily the size of softballs, with matching balls of muscle at my shoulders. My forearms are thick with muscle and my fingers seem thicker now. I push my sheets down more, exposing the bulging cobblestones of my abs and the deep “V” of my atlas belt. I start rubbing my hands up and down my chest and abs, letting my palms lightly graze against my nipples. I give a soft gasp and feel the sweet and sticky precum trail down my cheek from the corner of my mouth.

If I’m going to shoot as big of a load as last night, I should probably get into the tub before I soak the whole bed. I toss the covers off my body to get up, but freeze. The sheets flutter down to the floor beside the bed as I stare in disbelief at my legs. Where my long legs once were is now just a massive pair of balls in a huge hairy sac. I reach forward and let my hands gently touch the gargantuan orbs. I gasp in shock at the sensation of my fingers on the warm flesh. It is clear that it is my sac, just as sensitive as ever, but now just massive. It looks like all the mass of my legs were absorbed into my balls.

I’m shocked, but there’s no panic. Instead there’s just a wave of horniness, and I feel myself belch another glob of precum out, drooling it onto the warm flesh of my massive sac. The long strand trails from my lips as I start rubbing my balls. I can feel blood rushing through me, my skin feels so hot. I feel my back arching backwards against my will. I try to hold onto my balls, but soon I can’t fight it anymore and my whole torso is pulled back and flops against the bed. I look down at my massive balls and see my abs have faded. Instead of the cobblestones there is just a smooth cylinder of flesh with large prominent veins and a pronounced bulge in the middle. I can see my torso is slowly changing, everything below my meaty pecs is already turned into the shaft of a massive cock.

I run my hands up and down my chest and shaft, feeling the waves of pleasure running through my whole being. I bring one hand up to my mouth and collect some of the precum. I smear the precum onto my pecs and along the bulge running along the underside of my shaft, using it to grease my body up and make it easier to stroke my massive cock body. The pleasure has long since obliterated any rational thought in my head, replacing it with a thick cloud of lust and need. A deep desire to fuck, to be stroked and sucked, and most of all a desperate desire to cum.

I lean back, my head on the pillow as I continue stroking my cock-body. Precum is flowing from my mouth in a near constant dribble. I can feel my balls churning away below me and a rush of pleasure building up within me. Suddenly there is a surge, my body starts throbbing and pulsing as my skin of my balls squeezes up tight. I can’t feel my arms anymore as my head leans back until I’m looking at my headboard. I close my eyes as the pleasure overwhelms me and I can feel the cum rocketing from my mouth and splashing against the headboard and the wall, some drops flying back to cover my face. Pulse after pulse launches out from me for what feels like hours.

Finally, I stop shooting and come down from the intense pleasure. I open my eyes to survey the mess, but things feel weird, like I can see, but it didn’t feel like I opened my eyelids. I’m still looking up at my headboard, now drenched in cum slowly dripping down onto my pillow. I try to look around, but I can’t seem to move my head. I’m stuck sitting here staring at the wall with my slowly drying cum. I can feel a tingling coming from my legs, like I had been sitting on them strangely and the blood was just starting to flow back into them. The pins and needles sensation is intense almost painful, and it is slowly spreading from my legs upwards.

I can feel myself wiggling my toes now and flex my legs. My knees feel stiff, like they’ve been stuck in the same position for hours. I flex my legs, trying to work out some of the stiffness as the pins and needles is traveling up my abs. Already, I can feel the urge to piss growing in my post-coital state, so I throw my legs over the side of the bed and try to stand up. My vision shifts as my whole torso sways uncontrollably for a moment. It takes me a moment to get my bearings back. I’m stuck looking downwards at the floor. I start walking forward with a wide-shuffling gait, barely taking my feet off the ground to keep my balance.

It takes me a couple of minutes, but I manage to shuffle into the bathroom. By the time I get there, the need to piss is urgent, and I’m struggling to hold it in. As I get to the sink, I’m able to leverage myself up a bit more and get my viewpoint above the counter to look in the mirror. I’m shocked by what I see. I had suspected that I was a cock, at least partially, but to see my legs and hips lugging around a huge 4-foot-long soft cock instead of my torso just throws into stark reality the changes that I’ve gone through. The shock causes me to lose some of my control and I can feel my piss starting to flow. I hurriedly stagger to the tub just as the thick amber spray starts pouring from my slit.

It takes maybe a minute before the stream tapers off and I’m able to focus again. The need is gone and it’s like a fog has been lifted. I grip the edge of the tub with my hands and push myself back upright. I look down at my hands, a little surprised that they’re back. I look at my torso and see everything looks to be back to normal, well except for the distinct lack of a cock between my legs. I move over to the mirror, and see that I’m not completely back to normal yet. My head is still the huge head of my cock, half-obscured by my foreskin. I focus on it a bit, and I’m startled as suddenly everything sounds different. It takes me a moment to realize that my ears have popped back out of the sides of my head.

Maybe I can control this some. I stand there, staring in the mirror, focusing on one part of my face at a time and willing them to turn back to normal. Within a couple minutes I’ve got a human face again, breathing like normal, instead of however I was doing it while I was a cock. My hair is back, though it’s matted with cum and piss. The one thing that isn’t back to normal though, is the foreskin. It’s attached to my chin and wrapped around my neck like a thick fleshy scarf. I keep pulling it down, but it slowly creeps its way back up over my mouth. Luckily I can still somehow breathe through it and I’m tired of standing in the bathroom, so I pad out to the living room and flop down on the couch. I grab the remote and flip on the TV to some mindless show while I just chill.

I don’t really want to have to deal with this shit right now, so all I can do is distract myself for a while. Besides, Brad said to lay low for a few days. After watching the show for a while, my mind starts to puzzle over what’s happening to me. Well, the obvious part is that I’ve become my own cock or something. When I get turned on, my whole body starts acting like a cock. Plus, based on how I woke up, either something has changed, or it’s progressed somehow and now I physically become a cock too. Maybe I should test it? Then again, what if it progresses further and I don’t turn back?

Fuck it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained after all. I switch the TV over to access my porn stash on my computer. I start up one of my favorite scenes and lean back against the couch. I start running my hands up and down my nude body. I can feel myself getting aroused, my muscles swelling as I do. I let my fingers trace the contours of my growing muscles. I’m not trying to get off this time, but just seeing how long it takes before I start turning into a cock. I move to full on stroking my torso, reveling in the pleasant sensations. Precum is drooling from my mouth, but even after 30 minutes of edging myself like this, my legs are still human.

Thinking back to when I looked in the mirror, I focused on my legs and starting thinking about them becoming balls. Almost immediately there is a shift, and my legs start curling up on their own. Within the span of 30 seconds, my legs have merged and formed into a giant pair of balls. I pause in my stroking, and focus again on my balls and focus on turning them back into legs. And again they shift back. Fuck, it feels good, and it’s incredible. I’m like a were-cock or something.

I spend the next several hours practicing on shifting my body part by part back and forth from cock to human. In the process I figure out how to make the change go quicker, but also that the more turned on I am, the easier it is to become a cock and harder it is to turn human. The one strange thing is while I’m a cock, I can still hear, taste, and look around without having any of those organs that would normally be needed to do so. My viewpoint seems to be able to shift to be from anywhere on the head of my cock.

Now I’m laying on the floor of the living room as a huge dick, leaking precum. I can barely shift my body so I can’t even get myself off, so I’m just waiting on my horniness to get down far enough to turn myself back into a human at least a little. Luckily, I left the TV running, so I could just watch something while I waited. It probably took 20 minutes before I noticed it, but my body had mostly shifted back to normal. So it’s clear that whatever chemical we were exposed to gave me this. I wonder if Brad is going through the same thing. And if so, what is the point? Why would someone make a gas that lets you turn into a cock?

I chill for another couple hours until I start getting hungry. I look around in the kitchen, staring idly into the fridge, but nothing feel appealing. After browsing through the pantry and still not seeing anything appealing, I grab my phone and order a pizza through an app. I flop back down onto the couch while I wait for the food to arrive.

I hear the knock at the door and get up. I give a quick glance at myself and realize I’m still naked, with my blank crotch showing. I swear quietly and grab the blue blanket thrown over the back of the chair and wrap it around my waist and open the door. Standing there holding the pizza box is a skinny college guy. He has some sweaty brown hair sticking out from under the black baseball cap he’s wearing, and thick glasses on. He looks like some sitcom writer’s idea of a nerd. Something surges within me and I feel a wave of lust sweep its way through my body and clouding my mind. I feel drawn to him suddenly.

He holds out the pizza for me to take, but I instead grab his shirt and pull him into my apartment, the pizza dropping from his hands and landing in a pile on the floor. He lets out a yelp of surprise and alarm, but is quickly silenced as I smash my lips into his with a sudden surge of passionate lust. I shove my tongue into his mouth while my hands frantically tug at his shirt, quickly pulling it up. I break the kiss briefly to pull the shirt off over his head. He starts trying to say something, but I start kissing him again before he can get more than a couple syllables out. His body is thin and lanky with some tattoos running up and down his left arm.

I grab his cock through his jeans, already rock hard. It doesn’t feel exceptionally large, but at the moment my lust doesn’t care. A cock is a cock. The blanket tumbles from around my waist and lands in a heap as I lean forward and kiss my way down his chest. I take his left nipple into my mouth and give it a gentle nip with my teeth before I suck on it hard. He gasps and then lets out a moan. The sound is like music to my ears, and I continue nibbling and sucking at the tiny nibs of his nipples for several minutes.

Then I shift downwards to my knees and start licking at his cock through his jeans. My nimble fingers make their way to his belt and unbuckle it, then slide to the fly and undo the button and slide down the zipper. My nose is assaulted by the sweaty musk coming from inside his pants. It is rank, the smell of someone who has been trapped in a hot sweaty kitchen for hours. Normally I’d be repulsed by the stench, but the lust clouds my mind and I rip his jeans and boxers down off his thin hips like a starving man at a buffet. His 4-inch intact cock springs free of its fabric prison and the smell is even stronger now.

I inhale his cock to the root, swirling my tongue around the head as I pull back. I take it back to the root, getting his dick well coated with my saliva. He’s moaning above me, his voice an octave higher than before, muttering about how he’s so close. I pull of his dick, wanting that cum in my hole. I push him backwards toward the couch and push him down to a sitting position.

His eyes seem to lock onto my crotch for a minute as I move to position myself. He opens his mouth and says, “Hey, what happened to your cock?”

“Don’t worry about it. I just need yours in me,” I manage to get out, between my panting. I turn myself around and back my ass up onto his dick. I’m riding his cock hard and we’re both moaning. I start stroking my hands up and down my body. He suddenly seems to find some inner dominant side as he pushes me forwards, his cock still in my ass and shift into fucking me doggy style on the floor. His moans are getting louder and higher pitched as he pounds my hole, until he finally reaches a crescendo. I feel his cock spasming inside my hole, flooding my guts with his hot, sticky load. While he’s standing there basking in the afterglow, I feel unsatisfied, though the haze of lust is starting to lift from my mind.

He shifts his feet and then pauses. In a confused tone of voice he says, “Dude, I think I’m stuck.”

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