As I said... Part 03

Wade couldn’t stop smiling. The whole thing just seemed to be too crazy. But it had to be real. He’d gone and pushed it further with Chris. Starting by telling him that he doesn’t like to wear shirts when it was just the two of them. It took a few seconds but the discomfort of the shirt covering his muscular torso finally got to him and he stripped it off. 

“It’s alright, right?” Chris asked. 

“I don’t mind,” Wade said.

Chris rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t mind. But…”

“But what? You love exposing your muscles.”

A smile tipped the side of Chris’ handsome face. “I mean… Yeah… But I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Cause… You know…”

“Don’t think negatively about my sexuality anymore. You don’t worry about things like that,” Wade ordered.

“I guess not,” Chris felt his worries disappear as he relaxed on the couch. Feeling the wind from the fan on his exposed skin. 

Wade felt his heart beat pick up as he watched the other man sit comfortably in his exposed state. Little beads of sweat dripped over his pecs, down around his nipples. “Hey… Answer me honestly, what would you say if I asked you if I could touch your body?”

Chris started laughing. “I don’t know man. Probably want to put my shirt back on?”

“That’d only make you more uncomfortable though,” Wade quickly said, afraid he might do it.

“Yeah… I guess… But then you would be less uncomfortable. I know I can be a bit of a dick sometimes, but you do pay over half the rent.”

Wade felt like there was a bit more honestly in the statement than he thought. “Yeah… I guess I do. But there is a way to pay me back…” He was trying to worm the idea in. If he just said it and Chris realized what was going on, the game would just be over.

Chris let out an even louder laugh. His discomfort around the suggestion completely gone from the previous order. “Dude. You saying you want me to fuck you?”

“Well… What about just touching your body? You act like I’m an attractive girl whenever I do,” Wade answered.

“Dude!” Chris bellowed out more laughter. “That’d be so weird man.”

“Can I try?” Wade felt his heart racing again. His fingers flexed as he tried to hold back. But his body just kept moving forward. He crossed the living room and plopped down on the couch next to his jock of a roommate, hands just barely inches away. Part of him was still waiting for an answer, the other part just wanted to give in. 

“Wade?” Chris asked.

Wade finally gave in and put his hand on the firm bicep in front of him. Chris seemed to flex it out of insting, allowing Wade to squeeze and feel the strength behind it. “So strong…” Wade moaned.

“You think so?” Chris held up the other one and flexed it as well. His mind knew it was Wade, but wasn’t acting like it. He could feel the soft hands of his roommate on his harder muscles but felt a surge of joy all the way down to his dick. It throbbed as though he was Meg. “Cause I work out. A lot.”

“Yeah you do… You love being big and strong. You love those big muscles of yours…” Wade’s hands were moving more confidently as he felt the sturdy and firm muscles underneath his hands. Chris’ breathing picked up, but he tried to keep it together. There was a calm confident smile on his face as Wade explored more of his body. 

Chris’ cock grew hard. The feeling was better than he expected it to be. Each time Wade’s small soft hands found a new muscle to touch, a pleasurable shock went through his system. But the moan is what surprised him most. It was guttural and unintentional. Chris felt his cock throb and then it just escaped his mouth.

He locked eyes with Wade. Neither one moved. Wade’s hands were on his chest. Slowly they approached. Their lips getting closer and closer. 

“YO! Fucker! You in there? You ain’t trying ta ditch me are ya?” a continuous knock on the other side of the door brought them out of their moment. Wade’s hands left Chris’ body and he could think again. Though, the dick throbbing between the jock’s legs was hard not to notice.

“Shit…” Chris grabbed a shirt. Though he held it in front of his crotch. “Hold him off. I forgot all about Tyler wanting to work out today… Fuck.” Several more curses were uttered under his breath as he went into the other room to properly get changed.

Wade went to the front door and opened it. “Hey Tyler,” he groaned. 

“Sup faggot,” Tyler pushed past Wade as though he wasn’t even there. The big jock was even more abrasive and annoying than his roommate. “Yo asshole! You gonna make me wait all day?”

“Just give me a minute!” Chris shouted back.

“Stop yelling!” Wade ordered.

Tyler paced around the room, angry that there was any waiting at all. The wannabe bodybuilder always had a lot of energy. He wanted to keep shouting at Chris, to hurry him up. But every time he was about to raise his voice, nothing would come out. His attention turned back to Wade. “So how have you been doing faggot?”

“Don’t call me that,” Wade glared.

“Listen queer, I’m just tryin ta be nice,” Tyler swaggered back towards Wade, not noticing the change in word. He had an arrogant way of walking around. His wide shoulders and thick toned chest, gave him an intimidating silhouette. “Got it?” A hand went over Wade’s shoulder and held up Tyler’s weight.

“G-got it…” Wade felt the words get caught in his throat. Even though he could have said whatever he wanted, his mind seemed to have reverted back to its earlier state. ‘Don’t piss off people bigger than you.’ 

“Good,” Tyler let his mouth curl into a quick smile and then back to his normal angry face. He moved away from the wall and wanted to yell for Chris again but the words didn’t seem to come out. 

“How are you doing?” Wade felt his confidence come back as Tyler wasn’t on top of him any more.

“Good. Good. Got this new shit that’s doin wonders for me. Already gained a couple extra pounds. Bet you like that don’tcha?” he threw up his thick arm to flex. The solid muscle had a strong peak that dipped into an even thicker tricep.

“You like showing off to guys,” Wade said. It could have easily been played off as a joke or question but he had to make it a command.

Tyler instantly noticed it. “Look queer. I just like attention.”

“Yeah. You get sexually aroused when it’s from other men,” Wade continued. “And I say you do look good.”

“Listen queer,” Tyler stomped his weight in each step towards Wade. Though there was a bit of a waddle as his dick started to fill with blood. The growing member had to fit between the solid quads on either side of it. “It ain’t like that.”

“Look I get it,” Wade was doing his best to maintain his confidence. Even though Tyler was right above him again with his muscles tensed and ready to kick his ass, Wade had to keep going. “You don’t feel like you can express it outwardly yet. You want to be this big tough guy but when you’re around a guy who gives you a compliment about your size you just want to get on all fours and stick your ass high up into the air. I mean you have such a great body that any position you’d be in would be amazing.”

Tyler saw the malicious grin on Wade’s face. But what worried him more was how right he was. Right now his knees were going weak. He wanted to drop down and turn around so badly. “What’s…”

“You’re just experiencing what you’ve always wanted. Whenever you’re alone with a guy that finds you attractive, this starts to happen. Your asshole starts to get a little itchy, craving something to fill it.”

“W-Wade?” Tyler took a step back feeling the sensation. His finger naturally went back to scratch it but he tried not to. Wade took a step closer, and Tyler took one back. 

“When you're horny, your asshole naturally produces a lube to make it easier for entry. It turns you on even more just thinking about all the dicks that you want inside you.”

“Dicks? No. I like women. Vaginas. Boobs,” his words were rushed and out of breath. A mixture of his arousal and fear forced his heart rate to speed up.

“Really? You can’t even remember the last time you had sex with a girl,” Wade took a second to watch Tyler try to defend himself. To think of that girl again. A blurred image was in his mind but it wouldn’t focus. No name. No face. Even her body was hard to think about. “You can’t even think of a time when you found a girl attractive.”

“I… I… I…” Tyler was losing control. He racked his brain for some kind of answer but couldn’t think of any. Every girl he thought of just disappeared as though he’d never thought of her before. His large body stumbled against the coffee table. When his hands hit the ground they couldn’t get back up.

“See? Look how much you love that position. Just putting your hands on the ground and your dick starts throbbing. You get so turned on when your ass is put up into the air. Just look how sexy you are.”

“Oh Wade,” Tyler moaned. His arms collapsed from the pleasure as he dropped completely to the floor. Clear fluid was starting to drip down his legs from his asshole. 

“Just look at you. You can pretend around your friends that you're this dominant alpha, but when you’re with someone who wants to have sex with you, you’re a weak, submissive bitch. You love this feeling. You love this feeling of someone else being in control.”

“Oh fuck… Oh please… Please just fuck me already…” Tyler begged.

Wade smirked as he pulled down the jock’s shorts. They dipped down over his legs and down to his feet. The two solid globes of ass pointed directly at him. Their firm round nature, prime for the taking. Wade pressed his hard cock against his asshole. The fluid from Tyler’s ass helped him slide in far easier than he expected. 

“Ooof!” Tyler moaned as he finally felt the itch get satisfied. His muscular body rocked back and forth at the new sensation, egging it on more and more.

“That’s it. You love it when other guys are on top of you. Every time a guy compliments you, you just want to get bigger. To get more compliments. It makes you feel like a man. A real strong man. Because your dick is so small.”

“N-n-no Wade… Please…” Tyler’s six inches were rapidly starting to disappear. He could feel his average sized cock wither away.

“What? You love your tiny cock. The two inches make all your muscles look so much bigger. It makes you want to grow even more. And it’s so sensitive…”

Tyler’s body wouldn’t stop thrusting against Wade’s. At the mention of his sensitive cock, he could feel it all the way through his body. Each muscle seemed to tingle as he finally felt his body release. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. 

Wade wasn’t far behind. The tightness of Tyler’s ass and the fluid letting him enter and exit like it was almost nothing, was better than he could have imagined. The consistent tightness around his cock that held him in finally put him over. A surge went through him and he felt his balls unload into the man underneath him. His nails dug into Tyler’s muscles as his body flexed to maintain stimulus. 

“Oh fuck…” he smiled. Sweat dripped down Wade’s face. He could feel his body reacting to the workout as Tyler’s back seemed to be covered in sweat as well. Whatever was dripping out of Tyler’s ass made it as easy to exit as it had to enter.

However once Tyler was out of his throws of joy, he backed away. “What was that? What’s going on? Why did I want to do that so badly?” He looked up at Wade. Then backed into one of the chairs in the living room. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing that you haven’t wanted to happen for years. Since I moved in with Chris you’ve been secretly wanting to have sex with me but too afraid to ask. And you were too afraid to tell anyone as well. But now that we have done it, you feel more comfortable with your sexuality and will look for a boyfriend. You can still pretend to be straight around your friends but when you find someone you like, you’ll come out.”

Tyler felt his memories starting to rewrite themselves. All the times he was chasing girls in the gym and bar were already gone, but now there was something to take their place. Guys. Men of all shapes and sizes and he could feel it. Looking up at Wade again, he felt the, ‘want to have sex’ command fill him again as his 2 inches of cock filled with blood again. “Shit…” he cursed. “I need to go to the bathroom…”

Tyler rushed past Chris. “You ready to go?”

“Just give me a minute!” Tyler slammed the door to the bathroom.

“What’s up with him?” Chris asked.

“Dunno,” Wade smirked. “I’m sure he’s just excited to go to the gym.