Jocking Out

My voice was caught in my throat. I felt like I was choking. I could hear my pulse thundering in my ears.

A few feet away, my therapist was looking at me with kind eyes. She was quiet. Waiting for what we both knew was coming.

“I’ve never come out to anyone,” I said, finally choking out the words.

“Don’t worry Brad, you’re not coming out right now,” she said. “What you say to me in these sessions, it’s all private. Nothing you say here will impact your life, not unless you want it to.”

“I just... I’ve never even said...”

She looked like she wanted to say something, but her professional training took over and she stayed quiet.

“I’ve never said... I’m gay.”

I felt the knot in my stomach relax slightly.

“I’m... I’m gay,” I repeated. I could feel my shoulders drop. My stomach released. There were tears welling up in my eyes and I couldn’t stop it.

“It’s okay Brad,” she said, leaning a little closer. “You’re safe.”

“But I’m not!” I wept. “Look at me. I’m short and skinny and.... once I come out everyone’s gonna think I'm just some twink!”

“You get to define your own life –“ she started to say.

“No, not when you look like this,” I gushed. “Everyone’s going to look at me and see a fucking stereotype. They’re just going to see the gay kid...”

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay Brad,” she offered.

“Tell that to the assholes who stuffed me into lockers,” I spat. “I wish I didn’t look like this. I know anyone can be gay – there are even like... gay pro athletes now. But nobody picks on them.”

“It sounds like you’re scared that if you come out, nobody will see you for your true self,” she said.

Why do therapists always talk like they sell crystals on Etsy?

But... she wasn’t totally wrong.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m afraid they’ll just see me as some stereotyped gay guy. I’m scared that I’ll be trapped in a box. Who’s gonna invite me for rock climbing or beers if they think I spend all my time clubbing and drinking stupid cocktails.”

“I hear your concern,” my therapist said. “I’m going to propose something a little unorthodox. Do I have your permission to suggest something that’s... not one of the normal therapeutic treatments?”

“Uh... sure?”

“Thank you Brad,” she said. “Though I’m the first therapist in my family, my mother’s lineage have been healers for as long as anyone can remember. What I’m about to perform with you is an ancient ritual, passed down from mother to daughter from times past.”

I blinked at her. I knew she was flakey, but I didn’t think she was Flakey.

“You will feel no pain,” she promised.

“Uh... okay,” I sighed. “What do I do?”

“Close your eyes,” she instructed. “Just sit there on your chair. I’m going to get some supplies from my desk, and then I’m going to paint your face and say a prayer to the Goddess.”

“Are people gonna see... like paint on my face and everything,” I winced.

“I have wet wipes,” she said kindly. “You’ll be all cleaned up before you leave the room.”

“Uh... okay,” I said nervously.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of a desk drawer scraping open. She hummed absently to herself as I heard her bend down in front of me and start dabbing something wet onto my forehead. I tried not to laugh.

At least someone was trying to help.

She started mumbling, so low I could barely hear it. I caught phrases like “true self” and “perfect self” and “permitted by the truth”. She ended the whole thing off by giving a long, low OOOOOOMMMMMM.

“Keep your eyes closed for a moment,” she said. “Breathe deeply.”

I smirked.

“Okay,” she said calmly, her voice returning to a professional sound therapeutic tone. “Go ahead and open your eyes.”

I opened them. She was sitting across from me, looking almost proud. I stood and checked the mirror that hung on her door. There was no trace of paint. I wonder if she just wiped water from her water bottle on me. Like a placebo or something?

“I can feel your hesitance,” she said. “As our session concludes for the week, I’ll ask you to consider a next step. Now that you’ve come out to yourself, perhaps you could consider including a trusted friend. Is there anyone in your life you could come out to? Someone you trust perfectly?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll think about it,” I said, picking up my backpack and hanging it off my shoulder. Maybe this mystical crap works on some people, but I don’t like it. We could have used that time to talk about... almost anything would have been more helpful.

As it stood, she seriously wanted me to come out to someone?

That was NOT going to happen.

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I stopped at ‘Coffee & Chat’, our on-campus coffee shop. It’s not great, but they don’t bother you if you just want to sit and study.

I ordered and found a spot at the counter. I’m like a hundred pages behind in my Intro to English class, and Jane Austen needs to be read with a stimulant.

I barely turned my first page when an elderly man shuffled in and took the seat next to me. He smelled old.

“Excuse me young man,” he said. “Are you Brad?”

“Uh... yeah?” I said hesitantly. “How did you know that?”

“My daughter has summoned me to assist,” he said. “She has told me of your problem.”

My stomach clenched. Everything about this guy was weirding me out.

“She’s not supposed to do that,” I said quietly. “She’s not supposed to tell anyone.”

“No harm will come to you,” he promised.

And you know the fucked up thing? For some reason, I trusted him.

“You stand on the precipice of a great decision,” the old man said sadly. “But like so many before you, you stand frozen on the knifes edge, unable to commit to your true course of action.”

“You could say that,” I said, shifting uncomfortably. Had I stepped into an eighties action movie?

“I did say that,” the man said with a slight smirk. “You must choose your own speech. You can choose to remain silent, poised on the knife forever. Or you can choose to speak and determine the shape of your fall.”

I paused. It was couched in mystic bullshit, but he wasn’t wrong there.

“But what if I speak wrong,” I blurted, feeling the emotion rush out of me. “I mean... what if... what I say might make... fuck man...” I mumbled.

“Then you will fly a path differently than you know, but know that path is a correct one.”

“But not THE correct one?” I asked.

“There is so such path,” the old man said. He signalled the waitress for a drink. “No matter where you take yourself, you will be guided to a place of safety and respect. You fear the future because it has not yet happened. I assure you that the future will find you well.”

“There’s no way to know that.”

“I promise you this my adopted son,” he said. “Though life is long, it remains too short to harbour regrets. You will always wish –“ he croaked, his voice breaking. “You will always wish you spoke your truth sooner.”

I almost cried just looking at his face.

“Now run along Scooter,” he said, breaking the tension and giving my shoulder a gentle shove. “I want to sit here and drink my fuckin’ coffee.”

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He got to me.

That night I invited over my friend Shauna. We met the first day of orientation, and we’ve been besties ever since. To be honest, I think she’s waiting for me to make a move, but I’m also certain that she’ll be cool when I dash her hopes. It was better than bringing over one of my guy friends. They’d probably all think I was hitting on them. Like gay guys can’t keep it in their pants.

“So, what movie are we watching?” she asked, flopping herself down on my bed.

“There’s uh... there’s something I need to tell you first,” I said nervously. “I mean, there’s something I need to talk about.”

“What’s that?”

Aw man, she totally thought I was about to ask her out.

“I’m... uh, I’m gay,” I stuttered. A wave of surprise passed over her face, but she hid it well. I felt my whole body tighten and tense, then relax totally. Oh god, I actually did it.

“Okay,” she said carefully. I could feel the uncharted water.

“You’re the first person I’ve told,” I said quickly. “Like... I mean, I’ve talked about it with my therapist, but you’re the first real person I’ve actually really... like... sat down and told,” I said, pacing back and forth in my small dorm room. “I hope I’m not totally fucking it up.”

“You’re not,” she smiled, looking at me with gentle eyes. “It’s... it’s an honour. Thank you Brad.”

“Even my parents don’t know yet,” I said, taking a seat on the bed and staring at her with wild eyes. “This is so scary. But I’m so happy you know, it feels so good,” I gushed. “Please don’t out me. I don’t want to tell everyone yet.”

“It’s okay Brad,” she said, taking one of my hands in hers. “You’re safe with me. You can take things as fast or as slow as you want. For now, I’m just happy you told me.”

“I’m happy I told you too,” I said, feeling the surge of adrenaline subside. “Hey, I got us something.”

I grabbed a box from my nightstand. Inside were two chocolate cupcakes. They had rainbow sprinkles – not cause I wanted anything rainbow for my coming out, but just that’s what they had at the store.

“Oh my god Brad, these are so cute,” Shauna laughed, reaching in and taking the smaller one. “Here’s to you! Oh my god, this is such a surprise.”

I smiled.

“Here’s to me,” I said, tapping my cupcake against hers.

“Okay, so down to business,” she said, curling up her legs and getting comfortable. “Are there any guys you like?”

“Uh... I mean, yeah, there are lots of guys I think are uh... cute, but...” I paused. “I don’t really know how to talk about this yet.”

“It’s okay,” Shauna smiled. “But when you crush hard on some guy, I want to hear about it!”

“Deal.”

“Can I ask you... kind of a sensitive question?” she asked shyly.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you um... are you gonna totally change?” she asked, wincing as she said it. “Like, I knew this guy in high school who came out and all of a sudden he was all rainbow flag this and heteronormativity that. Are you gonna...”

“Relax,” I interrupted her. “I don’t know. I mean... maybe there will be some stuff, but I feel like I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be. This is just speaking my truth, y’know? It doesn’t change who I am.”

Shauna laughed and grinned. Then she asked another silly question. And another. Before I realized it, it was almost midnight.

“I should go,” she finally yawned. “You know, everyone in the dorm probably thinks we had sex all night.”

“Yeah, well... I don’t care what they think,” I said. It was such a relief.

After Shauna was gone, I got ready for bed. The dorm I live in is pretty nice, though I do have to share the shower and a toilet with my neighbour. I was brushing my teeth when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I had pecs. Not big ones, but on my normally flat chest they were undeniable. Two tiny bumps of muscle. And was it my imagination, or were my arms a little thicker too? No way coming out could do that – I looked like I’d been hitting up the gym. But I’d never even gone inside that place.

Weird. Maybe puberty is finally catching up to me.

Coming out feels good.

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Shauna threw me a little dorm room party with our three closest friends. Unlike my low key cupcakes, she went overboard and got me a cake with a unicorn on it. The icing read “OMG BRAD!!!!” Thankfully she had the good taste to keep it hidden – somewhat ironically in the closet.

“So guys... this isn’t just a game night,” Shauna announced after we’d laid out all the pieces for Catan. “Brad has some news to share with everyone.”

“What’s that dude?” Pete asked.

“Well... I wanted to tell you all first,” I said nervously. “I’m gay.” I felt my body tense and push again. This time I half expected it. I could feel my shirt sitting weirdly on me, and my jeans tight in the wrong places.

“Dude, no way,” Irina grinned at me. She lunged forward and hugged me. “I’m so happy for you! Thanks for trusting us.”

“Bro, that’s awesome,” Pete said, giving me a fist bump. “It’s still ‘bro’, right?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “He/him.”

Grace didn’t know what to say, but she’s always been the quiet one. She just looked happy and gave me a little nod.

I casually scratched my chest, feeling the new muscle under my shirt. Hot damn... something was definitely going on. Whatever weird spell my therapist had cast on me, I was into it. I almost wished my friends would leave, just so I could get a good look in the mirror.

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“C’mon, you can’t just sit in your room until you graduate,” Shauna urged, practically pushing me up the sidewalk towards an off-campus house. “I know the host, she’s really nice. And she’s invited like... a bunch of her gay friends. Maybe you’ll meet someone?”

“I’m just not sure it’s my scene,” I claimed. “I mean, so what if it’s a house full of gay guys? We probably don’t have anything in common. And they aren’t gonna be into me. And besides, I don’t know what to do or whatever. And –“

“And you’re here,” she said, shoving me through the door.

“SHAUNA!” a blonde girl yelled from across the room. She separated herself from a group and ran over to give Shauna a hug.

“Hey Julie,” my friend said. “This is Brad. He’s my gay friend I was telling you about.”

“I’m not just –“ I protested. I didn’t love the way she put it but... I could feel my t-shirt getting a tiny bit tighter. If I flexed my biceps, I bet they’d fill the sleeves.

“Oh my god, Brad, it’s so great to meet you,” Julie said, giving me a drunk girl hug. “Come’on, let’s get you two some drinks, and then Brad... I’m just dying to introduce you to Owen.”

“I’m guessing Owen is....”

“You’ll love him!”

A few minutes later I was holding a triple rum and coke, getting introduced to the nearest gay guy Julie could see.

“Cole,” she said to a shaggy haired bro. “This is Brad. You two should talk!” Then she was gone, dragging Shauna off and away.

“I’m guessing you’re uh...”

“Yeah, Julie’s not subtle,” Cole grinned. “I’m a flamer.”

I chuckled uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m gay too.”

I felt my a shock rip through me. I sort of thought I’d figured out the formula – come out to someone, get a little more muscular. Which is a pretty cool formula.

And yeah, my muscles rippled and I noticed that my t-shirt sleeves were snug around my biceps, but this felt so much more intense. It was like reality was bending a little. I felt light headed and nauseous.

I glanced around for a mirror. I’d been doing that a lot lately.

Holy shit – I didn’t just gain muscle. This time I'd gotten a haircut too. It was buzzed short on the sides, with stylish curls on the top.

“So, you wanna fuck?” Cole joked, totally oblivious to my changes.

“What?”

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” Cole laughed, touching my arm. “I’m sorry, I was just playing with you. Don’t worry man, I’m not that guy. Though I kinda thought, maybe you were that guy.”

“Huh?”

“A guy who looks like like you,” he said. “You must get laid a lot. Either that, or you’re channeling a lot of sexual frustration at the gym.”

The gym? I’ve never stepped foot in the gym. Except... maybe I had? I could vaguely remember it. The smell of the sweat, the clang of the weights, the rough grip of a barbell... yeah, I worked out all the time. Nobody gets a body like mine naturally.

“Heh, yeah,” I chuckled. “I guess I work out an awful lot.”

“Is this the fresh meat?” I heard someone say behind me. I turned and saw a twinky looking redhead.

“Hey Owen,” Cole said. “Brad, this is Owen. Owen, Brad.”

“Hey,” I said. “Yeah, I’m the new gay. I guess Julie’s been talking me up?”

The whole world seemed to bend for a moment. I wondered if I’d let Shauna put too much rum in my cocktail. Or was this what happens when I come out to a gay guy?

Things settled down and I re-focused on Owen.

“– never had to talk you up,” he was saying. “All she mentioned was that one of the football guys was gay, and you’re not hard to spot,” Owen said, gesturing at me.

I glanced down and almost laughed. Man, I forgot I wore my varsity jacket tonight. Yeah, of course they’d be able to pick me out.

“It’s good to meet you dudes,” I said, raising my beer. Cole was totally into me, but I don’t think I’m ready to take that step... not yet. Shauna and I walked home alone.

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I was at the gym working out with Danny. He’s this rugby player that lives down the hall. Big and burly and totally straight. We might play for different teams, but we kept running into each other in the gym, and now we’re pretty solid workout buddies.

It was six in the morning. The place was empty, except for guys like us.

I was straining under the bench press. Is it the most important exercise? Nah, legs matter way more. But... I like the way my chest looks in a t-shirt.

I was trying to break two plates – I can do 220 okay, but there’s something about 225 that makes me hit a wall.

“C’mon dude, you got this,” Danny grinned, spotting me as I eased the bar down towards my pecs. I could feel my t-shirt stretched tight across my muscle as I fought to keep control.

I grunted, pushing hard to get the bar back up. Fuck... it wasn’t moving. I could feel my face starting to flush red. Dammit – this was the third time I’d tried, and I wasn’t getting it.

I just needed a little more strength.

“Dude,” I grunted under the bar. “You know I’m gay, right?”

The world twisted again. Holy fuck – I just wanted a little more muscle. I never knew, Danny was... I mean, he must be...

I shoved the weight up like it was nothing. Instead of re-racking, I dropped it down again, pounding out eight reps. Fuck, I felt like magic.

“Nah dude, I didn’t know that,” Danny said nervously, glancing around the room. I sat up and caught myself in the mirror. My t-shirt was gone, replaced by a red stringer tank with the school crest on it. My shorts had shrunk from a modest cut to six inches that barely hid my cock.

I glanced back at Danny. He was half-hard in his sweats.

“Yeah, no big deal,” I said, shrugging my big traps. “But I thought maybe you’d want to know.”

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I started spending like half the day checking myself out in the mirror. Ever since I told Danny, I’ve got from being an average college athlete to a hot jock. It might be vain to think that, but fuck it, maybe I'm vain.

But I still wasn’t the hottest jock at school. I wasn’t even the hottest guy on the football team. These guys had devoted their lives to building perfect bodies, and I was just some guy who got incredibly lucky with a magic spell.

It wasn’t fair.

They didn’t stand a chance.

It was time to pull out the big guns – not my biceps, those are almost always on display. I meant the campus pride group. I’d never gotten involved, I didn’t want people to see me as some little twink, but there was no risk of that now. And besides... it was a big room of gay guys and I was ready to come out.

“Hi everybody,” said Sean, this cute little cub who was... I guess president of pride? “We’ve got a new member joining us today. Before we start the meeting, I’d like to give him the opportunity to introduce himself.”

All eyes turned to me. My body was like a black hole, sucking in all of their attention.

“Hey guys,” I said smoothly. “My name’s Brad. I’m a freshman here, and I’m on the football team, and I thought it was finally time to start coming to pride cause... I’m gay.”

A dozen thirsty faces stared at me as I felt the world reshape itself around their gaze. I felt my stomach drop and turn. This was a big one. I gave a wide grin and felt my bones crack and pop, settling into some new configuration.

“Hi Brad!” everyone chorused. There was a litany of guys saying nice things. They all wanted to ride my dick.

“Okay, now, to business,” Sean said, trying to pull his eyes off me. “The autumn fair is tomorrow, and I know it’s sort of snuck up on everyone. Pride has booked a table, and I’m looking for two volunteers to hang out there for the afternoon and represent the club.”

My mind raced. A whole afternoon of letting people know I’m gay... yeah, that sounded fuckin’ awesome.

“I’ll do it,” I rumbled, raising my hand.

It probably won’t surprise you, but once I volunteered, every other guy volunteered too. Sean had to pick a name from a hat.

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I showed up at the booth just as Sean and Hassan were finishing the setup. I guess I should have got there earlier to help.

After yesterday's meeting, I’d added a few pounds of muscle, but most of the changes were in my face. I was fuckin’ pretty now. Really devastatingly beautiful. Pouty lips, high cheekbones, a strong jawline... I looked like a young Paul Walker.

I’d taken my time picking an outfit for the day. When you’re hot like this, it’s just good manners to put in some effort too. I’d decided on a tiny pair of rugby shorts and a white tee that I’d cut into a tank. I’d found a rainbow bandanna in my dresser, so I was using that to keep my hair out of my eyes. I was proud to say it – I looked hot as hell.

“Hey guys,” I waved as I approached.

“Oh hey Brad,” Hassan grinned, subconsciously straightening up and biting his lower lip. “You look amazing today! Even better than yesterday!”

“Thanks!” I laughed. Hassan was cute and confident. A few days ago, he would have totally intimidated me.

We spent all day waving down students and chatting about the club. Every time someone stopped, I made sure to tell them that I was gay. Unfortunately most of them were straight, but I knew who the gay ones were immediately. Every single gay agreed to come to our next Pride meeting.

“Dude, I wish we had you at club day,” Hassan laughed during a quiet moment. “You’re like a magnet. Everyone wants a piece of you...”

“Thanks bro,” I said, scratching under my shirt. The last gay guy had given me a cut set of abs, and I was still getting used to them. The one before him had gifted me with a seriously big dick.

I couldn’t wait to get naked and check myself out. Hassan tried to suggest a drink, but I hurried home instead.

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I looked like every fratboy jock you ever hated. And I loved it.

I had a thick back and a wide chest and a beautiful face. I had heavy shoulders that lead down to juicy biceps and pumped forearms. I had an ass that wouldn’t quit, and a cock that begged for attention.

Could I get any hotter? I had an idea, and there was only one way to find out.

I squeezed back into my rugby shorts and grabbed my phone. It only took me a minute to download TikTok and set up an account. Don’t worry about my username. You’ve already seen my videos.

I browsed for a few minutes, trying to nail down whatever todays trend was. I noticed that a lot of guys were doing a hip swivelling kind of dance, so I loaded up the music and tried it myself. I was clumsy and unpracticed, but let’s be real, nobody was gonna watch this for the choreography. All eyes on the booty.

“Hey guys,” I said with a wink after I finished the move. “My name’s Brad, this is my TikTok, and I’m gay as fuck!”

I posted the video without hesitation. And almost instantly, the views started pouring in.

I was going viral.

I felt my body spin, collapsing into a cyclone of disorientation. I landed hard on the floor, gripping it and trying not to fall off the edge of the world.

“Oh my god...” I moaned, feeling my bones crack and distort, pulling and stretching at my heavy muscle until it all seemed to snap into place. I screamed loudly, my deep voice echoing off the tile. If anyone heard me, they probably thought I was fucking like a beast.

My cock went hard at the thought, pointing straight out from my body. My balls surged, an impossible load of cum churning inside of them. Fuck, I was horny. I was so gay. I was so horny. I was so gay... how had I never fucked a guy? Why was I still a fuckin’ virgin?

The world kept twisting, but I was finding my place at the centre of the storm. I grabbed onto my bed and pulled myself up, eventually bringing myself to seasick legs. I held onto the wall, lurching towards my bathroom mirror.

Holy shit.

I used to tell people I was 5’8”, but I was adding an inch. Now I had to crouch down to see myself in the mirror. I was at least 6’4”, probably taller. My waist looked fuckin’ tiny – I don’t think it changed, but proportionally it barely looked real. My muscle had inflated, keeping the same shape, but there was just so much MORE of it now. My shoulders and my chest and my abs created an impossible taper that made me salivate just looking at it.

Down below the waist, my long legs were covered in thick tissue, powerful and sexy. My ass had shredded my rugby shorts, and my thick cock was hard as hell and at least ten inches long. It looked small, compared to the rest of me, but it was big enough to make most men cry.

I used to be a boy. Now I was a fuckin’ man.

I gave myself a confident grin. Holy hell. It looked like I’d reached past my genetic potential, taken steroids, and finished it off with some plastic surgery. I was a cartoon of a man, and I was in love with every stroke of it.

“I wanna fuck...” I rumbled, unafraid of who might here. Everything about my body mirrored my words. One look at me and you’d know – I’m nothing but a horny jock fuckbeast.

I checked my Tiktok. The views were still exploding, and I could feel little pieces reality still shifting around me, but it seemed like I was finished changing. There was nowhere else for me to go.

I’d found my true self.

I turned to my closet, trying to find something to wear. The whole cupboard was full of bright pieces of clothing, half of it gym wear, the other half clearly meant to show off my thirst trap of a body.

I grunted and closed the door. I didn’t want to wear clothes. I wanted to fuck.

I found a big green towel and wrapped it tightly around my waist. On anyone else, it would have been for the beach. The towel did nothing to hide my hard on, but at least it held my cock tightly enough that I wouldn’t take out an eye. I wasn’t going far anyhow – just two doors down.

Danny answered after a couple of knocks. My gym buddy was looking good, casually hanging out in jeans and a hoodie. I loved that he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt under the half-open zipper.

“Hey Brad,” he smiled at the sight of my massive pecs. “You uh.... you looking to head to the gym again buddy?”

“I’m looking to fuck you... buddy,” I growled.

A look of vulnerability passed over Danny’s face.

“Brad, you can’t just... fuck man, someone’s gonna see you,” he said, pulling me inside.

Danny’s room was a temple to heterosexuality. Posters of half-naked girls on the walls. Dirty clothes piled on the floor. Even a pair of panties carefully wedged between his night stand and his mattress, like a one-night stand had forgotten them.

Who was he trying to fool? He was rock hard, mouth open, staring at my cock.

“C’mon dude, you know you want it,” I said, letting my towel loose and laughing when it got stuck on my dick. I picked it off my rod and dropped it on the floor.

Danny was jumping for the window, closing the blinds as fast as he could.

“Look, Brad, I don’t know what you heard...” Danny said desperately.

“Take off your pants,” I ordered.

The rugby jock whimpered.

“Take off your pants,” I ordered. “I won’t say it again.”

“Okay,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”

Danny pulled off his hoodie, leaving his barrel chest exposed. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them off, leaving himself in a pair of beer company boxers.

“Take those off too,” I told him. “And lose them in the wash or something. A guy like you should be dressing so much sexier.”

“We can’t all be like you,” Danny said, stepping out of the boxers. “I get it, it was easy for you. But some of us... I don’t want everyone to think I’m just a... , you know?”

“Is that what you see?” I said, stepping so close that his chin was touching my chest. “Just a fag?”

“No...” he said. I could hear his voice shaking. “You’re... so fucking hot.”

I picked him up and set him on the bed.

I found lube in the nightstand, lucky for him. I slicked up my cock and rubbed a little on his hole for good measure. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was actually gonna do it! I was actually gonna fuck a guy!

“Mmmmmm...” he moaned into his pillow as I pushed the tip of my cock inside of him. This felt so right.

I went slow, even as he tried to push himself onto my cock faster. This was my first time, but he’d clearly done this before. Maybe not with a guy this hot... but yeah, Danny knew how to ride a cock.

So I let him ride mine. I bucked my hips over and over, moving to the rhythm he set with his eager motions. I got lost in the ecstasy, moving on autopilot. My eyes glazed over and I understood – this is my purpose in life. I’m a fuck machine, and any guy would be lucky to ride my dick.

“Fuck me....” he moaned under me. “Oh my god... Brad...”

Until finally I blew my load. It took an eternity, and I was still emptying cum into his ass long after he’d finished his own orgasm. I blasted his ass so hard his ears are probably still ringing.

And then I collapsed on the bed, our sweaty muscle mashed together in one giant pile.

I don’t know how long we laid there, but eventually Danny started to move.

“That was really good,” he said softly. “But dude... you gotta go. I don’t want people thinking...”

“You don’t want people to know a stud is into you?” I asked, giving him a charming grin. God, I was so perfect. Everything I did was perfect.

“I don’t want them to know I’m... uh....”

“Gay?” I asked.

“You said it, not me,” Danny said defensively.

“C’mon bro,” I joked. “Throw on a pair of booty shorts. Let’s hit the clubs.”

“Brad...”

“What? This ass needs to dance.”

“Brad, you gotta go man. And don’t tell anyone... please?”

I sighed. I rolled off the bed and found my towel. It was a little easier to wrap it around my waist now that my cock was soft. Of course, that didn’t make it any easier to hide the bulge.

“You know what?” I said. “I won’t tell anyone. But you should. You should fuckin’ brag that I tagged that ass. Cause you’re hot Danny, you just have to tell the world and they’ll love you for it.”

I didn’t wait to hear his answer. Instead I stormed back to my room and took a long shower.

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I was back in my therapists office, sitting on the couch this time. I didn’t really fit into her little chairs anymore. What a fuckin’ week.

“Well, you’ve certainly found yourself,” she said, giving me a wide-eyed look.

“Wait... you know?” I said. “Nobody else like... everyone else thinks I’ve always been like this.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not spiritual beings,” she shrugged. “I want to thank you Brad, for really leaning into the unorthodox and embracing your true self. Though I’ll admit, I never anticipated that you’d come out on quite the... scale... that you did.”

I glanced down at my epic body, squeezed into a pair of pink shorts and a blue tank top with a rainbow heart printed on it. My rainbow bandanna was up there, keeping my curly hair out of my eyes.

“Uh yeah...” I said, giving her a wicked smile. I don’t really do subtle anymore. Everything about me is wicked smiles and big bear hugs and earth shattering orgasms. “But there’s still kinda a problem doc.”

“Oh?” she said curiously.

“Yeah... it’s just... there’s this guy I slept with – I don’t wanna tell you who, is that okay?”

“Of course Brad, tell me as much or as little as you want.”

“Okay. So there’s this guy I fucked... and uh... he’s all like... closeted?”

“Oh?” she said. “What do you suppose draws you to closeted guys?”

“I don’t know! But I fucked this one three times this week!”

“Interesting,” she said, making a mental note. “Have you slept with any men who are out of the closet?”

“Yeah, a couple,” I shrugged. “And like, they’re totally hot too. But there’s this guy in my.... this is confidential, right?”

“Yes.”

“There’s this guy in my dorm and... he’s this big jock kinda guy. Like the kinda guy I thought could come out easy. But he’s so scared. I just wanna help him, y’know?”

My therapist sighed deeply.

“You know Brad, we can’t use the ancient rituals to solve every problem,” she said.

“But just this problem...” I begged, shifting my heavy body uncomfortably on the couch. “I mean, it’s basically the same problem.”

I closed my eyes and waited for the ritual.

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I pounded on Danny’s door. It only took a minute to pull me inside.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked with concerned eyes. “Dude, if you keep showing up like this, people are gonna talk.”

“Then you better not keep me waiting in the hall,” I teased. “Besides, I wore clothes this time.”

That was technically true. I was wearing a pair of yellow briefs that barely contained my cock, a mesh pair of black shorts over them that let the world clearly see my briefs, and a neon purple stringer top that barely qualified as a shirt.

“Fuck man, I don’t even know why we became friends,” Danny said, rolling his eyes. “I mean... I know why... but I’m on the DL bro, you gotta respect that.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I said. “Tell you what bro, I’ll be totally discrete from now on, if that’s what you want, okay?”

Danny looked at me, a mix of hunger and annoyance.

“Okay, fine.” he said. “You’re forgiven.”

“Sick,” I grinned happily. “Now... you wanna ride the unicorn?” I asked, slipping out of my shorts and rubbing my bulge through my briefs. I liked to tease him, but I couldn’t do it too long – I didn’t want my briefs to get all stretched out.

“You know I do,” he admitted. I slipped out of my briefs and tossed my stringer on the ground. He pushed me back onto the bed, and I let him. A few seconds later, he was covering my cock in lube and fingering himself a little bit. We’d developed a little routine.

Danny climbed on top of my body and lowered himself onto my pole. Damn he was good...

I watched him fuck himself on my cock, sliding up and down in ecstasy, using every bit of his hard earned muscle to tear his hole apart.

“Mmmm,” he moaned through gritted teeth. I gasped and clutched at the blankets, feeling my balls starting to churn. I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“I’m gonna....” I moaned.

“Ssssh!” He kept pounding himself down my cock. He was such a hot bottom boy... I don’t know why he wanted to keep it a secret.

It wouldn’t be secret much longer.

That drove me over the edge.

“Uhhhggghh...” I moaned, my cock pumping hot cum into his hole.

As it flooded his ass, I felt reality bend around us. Danny was wide-eyed as a whole new world came into being around him.

His room was reshaping itself. The half-naked women on the walls faded away. A giant rainbow flag took up most of the wall. The lace panties jammed beside the nightstand had disappeared. The piles of dirty clothes were still there, but they were no longer just blacks and blues. Instead his laundry was a rainbow of vibrant fabric.

He came, blowing his load all over my face. I was nowhere near done, still pumping fresh cum up his ass. His body tightened, losing enough of its fat that his abs were visible when he tensed them. His muscle looked so much more cut. I was into it.

His hair grew out from its blond buzzcut into golden locks. It wasn’t long, but it framed his face beautifully. Between the blond locks and the shiny lip balm and the chest tattoo of a pride flag... no way anyone would mistake him for straight.

“Fuck me Brad!” he screamed loud enough for the neighbours to hear. He grinned, giving me a playful look.

“You’re such a fucking slut!” I screamed as my cock finished pumping. “You’re such a fucking hot bottom Danny!”

He collapsed on me, nibbling on my neck and rubbing his hand over my broad muscles.

“Damn right I am,” he chucked.

We laid there for a few minutes before he started moving to a more comfortable position.

“Mmmm.... are you doing anything else tonight?” he asked, tracing a heart on my left pec.

“Nah,” I said. “I got all night if you wanna go again.”

“How about we get out of here?” he asked. “Maybe hit up a couple clubs. I feel like dancin’ tonight.”

“What? Won’t people find out you’re gay?” I teased. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t have any idea that he’d been a closeted homo twenty minutes ago.

“Hey, the more the merrier,” Danny laughed. “C’mon babe, I wanna shake this ass.” He guided my hand down to his cheeks and grinned as I gave them a squeeze.

It took like an hour before we were ready to go. We showered together, so that was distracting, and then it takes Danny like... forever to choose an outfit and do his hair. He finally picked out a pair of white pants that clung to ass and a pink tank top that hugged his pecs. He’s so basic sometimes.

Me? I’m not as modest as Danny, so I put back on my yellow briefs and mesh shorts, then paired it with a white hoodie that wouldn’t zip all the way up my chest. I complain about Danny taking his time, but it didn’t go to waste – I styled up my hair and did a new TikTok for my followers. Like... every post goes viral.

“Hey guys,” I said, giving my signature ending. “My name’s Brad, this is my TikTok, and I’m gay as fuck!”

I finally collected Danny and we called a cab. While we were waiting downstairs, one of the guys from our dorm wandered by. He was trying to ignore us, but I saw the way he glanced at our bulges and blushed.

I bit my lip and smirked. I’d help him out soon.