One Hot Slut

My friend Shelley lives in this big place in the burbs, it’s totally out of the way, but it’s huge and they throw the best house parties.

I was down in the basement, telling one of my favourite stories. I’m a diving instructor, and I end up in a lot of situations that sound super dangerous. They’d be super dangerous too, if it wasn’t for me.

“So we’re in Mexico, forty feet down,” I said. I had a small audience, two girls and a dude. “This one girl, she pulls her knife out, trying to look badass for a picture, and ends up slicing her air hose.”

“No shit,” one of the girls said. She was a few beers deep and ready to be picked up. “Did she survive?”

I’ve told this one a thousand times. How I swam over and got her breathing off my tank. How she was breathing so fast it almost used up the air for both of us. How I got all six students up to the surface.

“So our heads break the water, right? And –“

“Yo! Violet, c’mon!” I heard a voice yell down the stairs.

The drunk girl’s friend tugged at her arm.

“C’mon hon, our ride’s here,” she said, pulling her friend away and up the stairs.

So it was just me and the dude left in the basement. He was totally generic. Baggy hoodie, backwards ball cap, white sneakers. The room had emptied out, but he was staring at me with wide eyes, clearly drunk, nodding along and hanging on my every word.

“Dude... you’re like a hero,” he slurred. “That’s awesome!”

“For sure, diving’s a blast,” I grinned. If the girls were gone, maybe I could make some money. “You ever done it bro? I teach... you should come out for some lessons.”

“Yeah,” he nodded along. “I bet you look great in a wetsuit.”

Suddenly I got it. The intense stare, the eager nodding along. The dude wanted to fuck me or something – not that there’s anything wrong with that, dude’s just aren’t my thing.

“Hey man, look, that’s super sweet...” I said, trying to be cool about it. “I just uh... uh... uhhhh...”

The rest of the sentence wouldn’t come. I felt a wave of disorientation flow through me. My knees buckled.

“Oh shit!” I heard him say, reaching out to grab me. He held me upright as my body convulsed. He had such strong hands... that was hot...

I looked up at the gay bro. He was staring at me with a look of tired concern. I felt like I wanted to throw up on his shoes. But I didn’t want to do that... fuck, I didn’t want to throw up on a hot dude...

What the hell was I thinking? I’m straight... he was hot, and I was straight... I was straight... at least I thought I’d been?

“Whoa, what happened?” I said, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

He tilted his head to the other side of the room. There was a big mirror on the wall.

That wasn't me. That wasn’t my reflection.

Except it was.

My shaggy hair had been trimmed and styled. Most of the time I look like a beach bum... now I looked like a fashion model. My grey t-shirt was gone, replaced with a floral print tank top. The neckline scooped low over my chest, showing off my swimmers build. I stopped shaving when I stopped swimming competitively, letting the hair grow into a thick forest. My chest was totally bare now, just an expanse of waxed muscle.

“Whoa...” I repeated, stepping closer to the mirror and looking carefully. My skin was smoother, my stubble was gone, my hair had subtle highlights. I’d turned into a total pretty boy.

“I’m fuckin’ hot...” I said, staring in the mirror. I always knew I was good looking, but now I recognized just how beautiful I was. “I’m fuckin’ hot...”

“Oh shit...” the bro said, shaking his head. “I did it again.”

“What did you do?” I asked. My voice sounded higher than it usually did. A little nasal. Maybe I was getting a cold or something.

“I’m sorry bro,” he said. “I’m really really sorry.”

He looked so earnest and awkward. It was kinda cute.

“I’m... uh, I’m Kirk,” I said, sticking out my hand toward him. My head was swimming, and only one thing was certain. I wanted him bad.

“Bro, I...”

“C’mon babe,” I said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and giving a smooth grin. “I’m Kirk. What's your name?”

“I’m Eddie,” he said awkwardly. “But that’s not... look dude, I didn’t meant to...”

“What are you talking about,” I giggled. “Eddie babe, I don’t mind if you flirt with me.”

I brushed my hair behind my ear again. I caught myself giggling as he looked me over. I felt weird and out of place... but this is what you do when a hot guy flirts, right?

I put my hand on my hip and pushed out my pecs, making sure he got a good look.

“Look... bro... I’m gay, yeah... but I don’t... I’m like straight passing, y’know?” he stammered. “And I got a lotta internalized homophobia I’m working on...”

“How ‘bout we get this dick inside you?” I said automatically. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but damn, it felt so right.

“Fuck... I always... I hit on straight guys bro, cause I know nothing’s gonna happen, right?”

“Then you hit on the wrong guy," I said with conviction. I would have sworn I was straight, but somehow... I just knew. I was a hundred percent homo.

“Yeah... here’s the deal. I’ve been seeing a therapist about my shit, and... we’ve been unlocking a lot of good stuff but... I don’t know exactly what happened bro, but lately when I hit on a straight guy... uh... the guy turns gay.”

I felt a wave of relief. Of course, that made sense. I had been straight, but yeah, I was gay now. I could feel it. And staring at this bro... I totally loved it!

“Look... Kirk, bro, I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” he winced.

I laughed. Of course I laughed, the whole thing was absurd. Like he thought I’d be pissed?

“Eddie, listen, it’s no worries, okay?” I said. My hand landed on his shoulder, massaging the base of his neck a little. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay, it’s not like you broke me or anything.”

“That's what everyone says,” Eddie shrugged. “But bro, it’s –“

“Eddie, it's cool,” I insisted. “For real, I used to be mad jealous of the gay dudes in college. They got laid like... so easily. I always had to take girls out for a thousand dates before we could even... hey, this might be totally weird, but do you wanna get a beer sometime?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Eddie said nervously.

I stepped close to him. We weren't quite touching, but I could feel the heat coming off his skin.

“Or maybe we head home early tonight,” I whispered into his ear.

“Dude,” Eddie said, stepping back and away from me. “You don’t get it, right? Whatever happened... you’re all the stuff I’m not into, alright? Shit dude.... you’re all pretty and colourful and swishy... it’s just not my thing.”

“Really babe, you’re afraid of this?!" I laughed, throwing my hands up and striking a pose.

I could hear music playing upstairs. I moved my body to it automatically, loving the way my arms felt swaying in the air. I needed to dance so bad... god, I wish Eddie would just like... get over himself and dance with me.

“Look, Kirk, I’m sorry bro,” Eddie said, backing away from me. “I’m gonna go.”

Eddie turned and ran up the stairs. I checked out his ass as he went. Stupid baggy jeans.

“Too bad,” I sighed. Damn I was hard.

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I only sulked for a minute. Then I followed Eddie up the stairs, ready to cruise the party and find a cock with fewer issues.

I was walking past the bar when I saw Eddie in the living room. He was in the corner with some girl, waving his arms a lot as he talked. I rolled my eyes – the dude thinks he's straight passing, but he talks like he’s trying to help airplanes land.

I knew he was a total closet case, but something about him just drew me in.

I got myself a cocktail and camped out somewhere I could see them. Eddie looked anxious and frustrated, but eventually the girl seemed to talk him down. Eddie wandered off, so I decided to approach her.

“Heeeeeey!” I said, giving her a big wave.

“Oh hey,” the girl said cheerfully. "You must be Kirk.”

“Yeah!” I agreed easily. “How did you know that?”

“I’m Cassie,” she laughed. “Eddie's my BFF. He just told me all about what happened, and well... a good looking guy with excellent style just slid up. Trust me, it’s not my first rodeo.”

“And does anyone... uh... ride the cowboy?” I asked with a wiggle of my eyebrows.

That got her. I had to wait for her to stop laughing.

“Yeah, you’re gay for sure,” she laughed. “Besides, you haven't tried to check out my tits once.”

“An hour ago I woulda,” I promised. “But yeah, you know Eddie’s deal.”

“Totally,” she chuckled, shaking her head a little. “You're a funny guy.”

“Thanks.”

"You got a girlfriend Kirk?”

“Nah,” I said, suddenly grateful that I was single. “That’d be awkward as shit, huh?”

She gave me an empathetic look.

“I’m looking forward to coming out though,” I said brightly. “My Mom loves gay guys, and my whole family is super chill. Like... my cousin’s a lesbian, and when she came out we just had a big party.”

“That’s great!”

“Right? Anyway... I uh... where’d Eddie take off to?”

“Smoking a joint,” Cassie smiled. “Out on the patio. Maybe give him a few minutes to mellow out?”

“Yeah, for sure. I'm just like... super into his vibe.”

“That makes sense,” Cassie said. “That seems to be how it works. Whatever's going on with Eddie, it makes you seriously into him. And it tweaks you so he’ll be seriously into you!”

“I hate to burst the bubble sweetie,” I said. “Eddie's not that interested in this.”

Cassie rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, he only sleeps with other masc for masc guys,” she sighed. “Sorry Kirk, you’re exactly what he wants, and that’s what scares him.”

“Whatever,” I grinned. “I can butch it up.”

We both laughed at the idea.

“Before you uh... make that attempt... hang on a sec,” Cassie said. She scanned the crowd and caught someone’s eye, waving them towards us. “ANTONIO!”

This Italian guy swished over, moving to the music like it was his heartbeat. He had olive skin, on display under his half-buttoned shirt. The shirt itself was silky with a loud floral print pattern, and he'd tucked it into an overly tight pair of dress pants that stretched dangerously around his bubble butt.

“Well, hello Antonio,” I said, leaning in automatically and kissing him on both cheeks.

“Ciao,” he said in a Jersey accent.

I loved his look. The clothes were loud and tight, he wore a thin gold chain over his waxed pecs, and his short black hair was gelled into heavy spikes.

“Mmmm.... look here, Eddie’s been a busy girl,” Antonio said, poking me in the chest with a pointed finger.

“Huh?” I asked, glancing at Cassie for confirmation.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “A couple hours ago Antonio was called Tony. A wanna-be lothario who was trolling for some girl to hook up with.”

“I was lucky to set my sights on Cassie,” Antonio said, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. “We were chatting for a while, at least ’til Eddie showed up. I didn’t wanna get cockblocked by some drunk dude, so I asked Cassie to dance.”

“And in classic drunk Eddie style, he goes ‘wish you’d dance with me stud’,” Cassie laughed, giving Antonio a sideways look.

“You know the rest girl,” Antonio said, throwing his hands in the air. “Whatever power he’s got... it got me! And babydoll was right, I totally want to dance with him! I gotta move this booty, you know?”

“Of course Eddie totally freaked out," Cassie shrugged. “This... whatever... it’s pretty new. He’s been being careful, but tonight he’s pretty drunk... and drunk Eddie hits on straight guys.”

“And then he won’t even dance with us!” Antonio complained. “He’s got issues girl!”

“Yeah...” I said, thinking about Eddie out on the porch. “I think I’m gonna...”

“Come dance with me!” Antonio said, interrupting my train of thought.

“Not right now...” I said. I had to admit, watching his tight ass move to the beat while we talked was making me hard. But Eddie was more my type. “I think I'm gonna go talk to Eddie for a while.”

“Why?” Antonio said, staring me dead in the eye. “He’s not gonna fuck you!”

“Yeah... I dunno, I feel bad for the guy,” I shrugged. “And maybe... uh...”

“Whatever girl,” Antonio said, snapping his fingers at me. “You do you!”

I took a good look at his ass while he moved back to the dance floor.

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I went out looking for Eddie. There were a few people out on the patio, lounging on folding chairs and having loud conversations. I didn't see Eddie, but I saw the flash of a lighter on the lawn. That had to be him.

I went down into the yard. Eddie was near the back fence, smoking a joint alone.

“Hey bro,” I said, making sure to pitch my voice down. You could still hear all sorts of gay inflections in my words, but maybe he wouldn’t freak out at that.

“Hey,” he slurred. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

“Lightweight?” I asked, glancing at the barely smoked joint.

“My second,” he shrugged. “I need to be done, you know?”

Still, he offered me a toke. I took the joint and puffed on it.

“Thanks bro,” I said, handing it back.

“Don’t do that,” Eddie said, taking another hit. “Don’t be all ‘bro’ this and ‘bro’ that with me. Don’t pretend like you're someone you're not... not anymore...”

“Bro...”

"And the voice," Eddie complained. “What, like you're trying to sound masc now?”

I rolled my eyes. He’s such an asshole. A hot fucking asshole.

“Okay,” I said, dropping the act and letting my voice float higher. “So I talked to Cassie. She told me about your curse or whatever, and she told me that it turned me into like... your perfect guy. The clothes, the wax, the hair... Eddie, you like this shit. So what’s your problem?”

“It made you a queer,” Eddie said bluntly, inhaling another cloud of smoke. He didn't offer me the joint this time. He was clutching it like a lifeline.

“So what?” I asked. “Just cause I wanna fuck you, now suddenly you're on the run?”

“Yeah,” Eddie snapped. “I don't know why it's so hard for you fuckers to understand. I’m not like you, okay? I don’t want to prance around and act like some fuckin’ fairy. I don't want everyone looking at me like I’m on Queer Eye. I just wanna be normal, so leave me the fuck alone.”

My blood boiled. I know I was straight an hour ago, and yeah I’m new at this, but I’m hella proud. I wondered...

“Come with me,” I said, grabbing Eddie by the hand and tugging him toward the house.

“No, dude...” Eddie moaned, resisting a little but still stumbling forward. “People are gonna see us and think –“

“I don't care,” I said. I dragged him up the back steps and toward the crowded patio. “Go ahead and make a fuss, that’s just more people staring.”

That stopped his complaining. Eddie was desperately trying to look like he was just some heterosexual guy with another totally heterosexual guy holding his hand at a party.

We had to pass through the front room to get upstairs. I caught Antonio’s eye and tilted my head. The message was “follow me”, and I hoped that he'd get it.

We went upstairs and down the hall. I knocked softly when we reached the last door on the left, then stepped inside. It was empty – a girls bedroom, full of clothes and books. I knew the girl who lived here – huge Star Wars nerd, really into Harry Potter, and she loves the colour purple.

“This is my friend Shelly’s room,” I said, leaving the door cracked open. “We used to sneak up here and fuck.”

“Before I made you queer...” Eddie said with a sigh.

“Yeah, whatever bro,” I shrugged my wide shoulders. “So what. She’ll find new dick to suck. We’re just here for the mirror.”

I pointed at a large antique mirror she kept in the corner. Our reflections stared back at us. Eddie, dressed up like a straight boy, and me, an obviously gay stud with my white 5” shorts and my floral print tank.

Eddie got my cock totally hard, but his fashion choices were tragic.

“What do you see?” I asked, gesturing at the mirror.

“Uh... I see me.”

Antonio slipped into the room behind us. He gave a little wave and I watched Eddie roll his eyes and tense up even more.

“Hey man, do me a favour and lock the door,” I said.

“Sure thing babe,” Antonio grinned. I had a plan, and I hoped that he'd pick it up.

“Okay Eddie... describe yourself,” I said.

“This is dumb,” Eddie said, turning to go. I put a powerful hand on his rights shoulder and held him there. He could have fought me, but I could tell he didn’t really want to. Some part of Eddie wanted to talk this stuff through, and I intended to give him the opportunity.

“C’mon Eddie, just work with me,” I said. “Tell us what you see.”

“I see a gay guy,” Eddie spat.

“Well, you’re right about that,” I shrugged. “I see one too. A handsome, built, charming as fuck gay guy. There’s nothing wrong with bein’ gay Eddie. It’s a big part of you.”

Eddie glared at the mirror.

“You really think I’m handsome?” he asked, letting his eyes wander over his image.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Yeah...” Eddie said, cracking a smile. “Yeah, I guess my pecs look pretty good in this hoodie.”

I couldn't see his pecs through the hoodie and I doubted he could either. It didn’t really matter – I didn’t care about reality, this was about perception.

“Yeah, they do,” I agreed. I stood close behind him and reached my hands around his body. His pecs did feel pretty decent, once I got my hands on them.

“I... uh.... I lift a lot,” Eddie said. “I guess... yeah.. it shows, huh?”

“Yeah,” I grinned, rubbing my hands over his torso.

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie said, cracking a smile at the mirror. "I look fuckin’ hot.”

“Yeah you do,” Antonio said, coming up beside Eddie and grabbing his arm. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

I grabbed the bottom of Eddie’s hoodie and tugged it up. He raised his arms cautiously and let me pull the shirt off. He was wearing a baggy black tee underneath which Antonio lifted off him.

Eddie clearly went to the gym, but in that straight bro sort of way where he was scared to be aesthetic. His chest was heavy with muscle, but his body fat was somewhere around 25%. Next to me and Antonio, he looked pretty chubby.

But Eddie didn't need anyone shaming him. He needed friends to help lift him up.

I turned him around and kissed him, moving his eyes away from the mirror. I whipped off my tank so the two of us were both shirtless.

I glanced at Antonio. His silky shirt was already on the floor and he was peeling off his dress pants. The guy was wearing a silky black thong and that was it.

Antonio took over kissing Eddie while I undid his belt and pulled off his jeans. The baggy denim dropped easily to the floor, revealing a pair of beer themed boxers. Every layer of his outfit had been carefully chosen to give the impression of maximum straightness.

I never had to be in the closet. Eddie’s magic wand or whatever had taken me right from being a well adjusted straight boy to a well adjusted gay man. I hoped we could find the same peace for him.

I dropped my shorts and revealed a pair of purple briefs. They pushed my cock forward and made it look pretty big. I liked my new taste in undies.

The three of us tumbled onto the bed.

“Okay... whatever...” Eddie stammered between makeout sessions. “Let’s hurry this up. Which one of you wants to fuck me...”

“I gotcha bro,” I said smoothly, reaching down and squeezing his ass hard.

“I wanna fuck him too!” Antonio laughed.

Two tops in a threesome? Now you know magic’s real.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Eddie said, flipping onto his stomach. “Go hard man... go really fuckin’ hard, okay?”

“Whoa...” I said, massaging his cheeks. “Slow down a little. Let's relax. Enjoy the moment.”

“Dude, someone could walk in.”

“The door’s locked,” I shrugged. "Trust me, I've had lots of sex in this room. Nobody barges in.”

"You don’t gotta be scared Eddie,” Antonio added. He was seated near Eddie’s head, giving his shoulder muscles a good massage. I had the feeling that Eddie stored an awful lot of tension.

“Well... do something...” Eddie said.

So I buried my face in his ass and started licking. I heard him gasp as my tongue darted at his hole. I got the idea that Eddie's sex life mostly consisted of getting plowed, rough and fast and rarely. I wanted to change all that.

“Oh my god...” he moaned. I felt him moving a little. I just went faster and deeper, leading him farther and farther into the pleasure.

When I pulled my face out, Antonio was giving me a wicked grin. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, taking my focus off Eddie for the moment. I heard Eddie shift underneath us and look – his eyes were wide as he watched as make out tenderly.

Then I slammed him down, burying his face in a pillow. My cock was hard as fuck, so I dragged it along his ass, teasing his hole with the promise of more.

“Mmmmm...” he begged softly under me. “C’mon man... please...”

He was trembling by the time I plunged my cock inside him. He let out a grunt as he took my tool, but that was it. I pushed inside slowly, waiting for the inevitable sounds of a man getting railed. He was quiet, only letting out a tiny muffled moan.

I pulled back and thrust in again. I didn’t even get a moan.

“C’mon girl, let it out!” Antonio cheered from the side.

After a while I swapped out, hoping Antonio would have more luck. He teased Eddie for a few seconds, but Antonio was far more direct than me. He started jackhammering Eddie's ass. Eddie kept his eyes squeezed tight the whole time.

“Is this some macho thing?” Antonio whispered, tossing me a look of disbelief. “Fine!”

Antonio let out a loud moan. The unmistakable noise of a man in heat. With every thrust, he moaned harder and harder. If there was anyone nearby, the noises would be unmistakable.

“Uh...” Eddie gasped, finally letting out a little noise. You could barely hear him next to Antonio.

“That’s right girl,” Antonio cheered, letting out another massive moan of his own.

It only took a minute once we broke the dam. Soon Eddie was crying out loudly with each thrust, the echo of their voices crescendoing as they neared climax.

Eddie's eyes were open wide, staring up at me. I leaned down and played with his nipples while he rode Antonio’s cock.

“Uh... uh.... uhhhhhhhhhffff!” Eddie finally screamed out. His cock spurted a giant load, splattering across his chest and catching me in the backsplash.

“Yeah!” Antonio shouted. “Yeah.... yeah... yeaaaaaaaaaa!”

He pulled his deflating cock out of Eddie, collapsing on the bed next to him. My cock was still hard and eager, but... well, they needed a few minutes.

“Mmmm... that was nice...” Eddie said eventually.

“Yeah...” Antonio echoed.

“I never... I uh...” Eddie stuttered, still coming out of the afterglow.

“Had a threesome?” I chuckled. Eddie didn’t even know – there was so much more we could do.

“No... uh...” Eddie said with hesitation. "I've never uh... I've never been with a guy who wasn’t on the DL, y’know?”

I chuckled.

“You’ve never been with a guy who didn't hate himself,” I suggested.

“No! I mean... maybe? A little?”

“A little louder this way, huh babe?” Antonio asked.

“Yeah...” Eddie said. “Maybe it's weird or shitty or whatever... but I only ever hook up with guys like me... y’know? Like they’re kinda pissed they need this?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... usually it's like... a race to get off,” Eddie admitted. “You guys... it's like you were having fun...”

"Cause we are,” Antonio said, sticking out his tongue at Eddie. “C’mon girl – sex should be fun!”

“Is that what you want?” I asked cautiously. “Like... do you want it to feel like it’s something dirty?”

“No!” Eddie said without hesitation. “I like... I admire guys like... like you two are now! Confident, y’know? And shameless about it.”

“Is that what you wanna be Eddie?” I asked. “Confident?”

“Yeah...” I said, staring up at the ceiling. I could see tears in his eyes. “I wanna be confident. I wanna be shameless.”

“You can be,” I offered.

“No, I can’t.” Eddie shook his head, suddenly sitting up and looking for his boxers. “Look guys... that was great but –“

"Just try it,” I said, cutting him off before he could bolt. “Even if it's just for five minutes.”

“That's not who I am,” Eddie said, shaking his head. He got up and pulled on his boxers.

I hopped out of bed after him.

“Look at this,” I said, grabbing my briefs and pulling them on. I moved in front of the mirror and looked myself in the eye. “It's not scary.”

Eddie watched me with a question on his face.

“I am one hot slut,” I said proudly, pushing out my chest and grinning as I said it. Damn, it felt good, feeling how true that was.

“Yeah...” Eddie said, giving his head a shake. "I could never do that."

“You can try,” I pointed out. “Come on, be a man.”

That was probably unfair, but it got Eddie to sigh and walk over to the mirror. He stood in his beer boxers and glanced down at his reflections feet.

“ImOneHot... ImOneHotSlut...” he muttered quickly.

“Okay,” I said. “Good. One more time.”

Eddie glanced at me nervously. I think he felt something. I knew he had it inside of him.

If he didn’t, Antonio and I would still be hitting on chicks.

“Come on,” I encouraged him. “You know it's true.”

“I’m... I’m one hot slut,” he said quietly, still glancing down at his feet. At least this time I could hear the spaces between the words.”

“Again,” Antonio said. He was sitting on the bed, staring up at us.

“Okay...” Eddie said, making eye contact with his reflection. “I’m one hot slut.”

For half a second, it sounded like he believed it.

“Damn right," I said. “Two studs just railed your ass. You’re a man Eddie, a big sexy man.”

“I’m one hot slut,” he repeated again. Confidently this time. Like he believed it.

He smiled. He could feel it building inside him. Confidence and belief.

“I’m one hot slut,” he said again. It was true. He knew it.

His body buckled and he doubled over with nausea. He looked up at me with fear and disorientation.

Whatever power had gotten me and Antonio, Eddie was caught in its grip.

“Kirk...” he gasped. “What’s...?”

Eddie’s boxers went first, sucking in on themselves until they reformed into a pair of bright red briefs. They stretched across his wide ass, barely able to hold it. Then I started noticing other changes – his hoodie faded away on the floor, his baggy tee seemed to shrink and distort, and that ball cap he wore turned from black to white.

His back relaxed and a wide smile travelled across his face. I could see his cock growing hard again inside his briefs. His eyes jumped down to my package.

I wondered what was happening inside his mind.

“Yeah...” he grinned, moving his hips and looking happy. “I’m one hot slut!”

He bent over again as another wave of disorientation passed through him. When Eddie straightened up again, it seemed like was another person. His body fat was melting away, leaving years of hard-earned muscle in it's wake. His heavy pecs were suddenly round and defined, hanging over a tight eight pack.

His ass was shrinking into a perky bubble. The red briefs still stretched to cover his cheeks, but they showed a lot more definition. A few seconds later, Eddie’s briefs melted away into a red jockstrap, exposing his hole to the world.

“Mmmm yeah...” he grinned at the mirror excitedly. He was riding a wave and he couldn’t bring himself to stop. His voice was an octave higher when he said it again.

“I’m one hot slut!!”

Another wave of disorientation passed over his face, but Eddie handled it better this time. Antonio and I watched in amazement as Eddie’s muscles pumped up, his heavy pecs turning into a bona fide pair of muscle tits. His back got wide and his arms got heavy and powerful. His ass followed, ballooning up into a set of globes that no pants could hide.

Eddie giggled at his reflection in the mirror, glancing back at me and Antonio. He gave us a wink and shook his ass.

“Like... oh em gee boys...” he said in a valley girl accent. “I'm just like... such a hot stud, right?”

“Hell yeah,” Antonio said, his wide eyes staring at Eddie's impossible ass.

“Yeah...” I agreed. “You’re uh...”

“I’M ONE HOT SLUT!” Eddie shouted, throwing his hands in the air and shaking his ass. We could barely hear the music downstairs, but Eddie still moved his hips to the beat.

I watched as Eddie’s hair bleached itself to a platinum blond. His delts pumped out a little more – sleeves were going to be difficult for him now. His lips grew big and plump, true DSLs that would attract any man. His eyebrows were pruned and plucked, dark against his tanned skin. A rainbow flag tattoo appeared on his left pec.

Every detail screamed out that Eddie was a hot gay slut.

“That was like... so hot,” he said with a carefree laugh. He sounded vapid and his eyes were dull, but it didn't seem like a tragedy. Whatever magic had passed through Eddie, it left him exactly like he wanted. An empty-headed muscle boy.

“C’mon bitches! We should like... let’s go down and party!” he giggled, tugging on his pants. Sometime in the last few minutes they’d gotten shorter, a pair of denim cut-offs. He slid them on over his red mesh jock – I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock squeezed into it.

Stereotypical? Sure, but a happy stereotype.

He grabbed another scrap of fabric from the floor. A tiny little crop top that barely covered his nipples. The baby blue fabric had white text on it – “BITCH!”

Antonio had pulled his dress pants back on and was buttoning up his shirt. Next to Eddie, he looked practically overdressed.

“Slow down,” I grinned, gesturing down at my briefs. “It doesn't seem fair... you both got off...”

“Like... oh my god, that's so rude!” Eddie gasped. He sank to his knees in front of me and pulled my briefs down smoothly. “I wanna suck your cock like... so bad...” he moaned loudly. I think he hoped they’d hear us downstairs.

He took my cock in his mouth and started flicking his tongue around under the head. I put one hand on the back of his blond undercut. Eddie knew how to give one hell of a blowjob now, taking me right up to the edge and then backing off again. He teased me over and over, reducing me to a quivering mess.

“Eddie... I gotta man... please...” I moaned, begging him to finish the job.

He glanced up at me. His eyes were mischievous, but he gave three quick flicks of his tongue and set me off. My hips bucked as I finally emptied my load down his throat.

He didn't waste a drop.

“Mmmmm...” he moaned, licking his thick lips, just to be sure. “You’re like... totally juicy,” he giggled.

“Holy shit...” Antonio was saying, staring with envy. “Uh... maybe before we go down...”

“You want me to go down!” Eddie giggled.

“Oh fuck that was good,” I said. Eddie stood up and kissed me, the salty taste of my own cum still lingering on his tongue.

“For sure,” Eddie giggled. “But more pineapple, okay bitch?”

“Yeah...” I nodded. My head felt cloudy as I absorbed his suggestion. Eddie was totally... like if I was gonna be a good lay I needed to taste good, right?

“Okay!” Eddie said, playfully messing up my hair. “C’mon sluts, let’s go dance!”

I reached for my shorts and tank. Antonio was all dressed, and Eddie was as dressed as he was gonna get. I couldn’t believe I was slowing us down. Gay dudes like us.... we need to party!

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“Look at you!” Cassie gasped as we glided into the front room. The dance floor was still going strong, mostly girls but a few guys were dancing with them.

“Hey bitch!” Eddie giggled, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “We’re gonna dance... come with us!”

Cassie started to shake her head, but she charged her mind almost immediately.

“Uh... yeah!” she said, clapping with excitement. “I totally wanna dance!”

The four of us took centre stage. Eddie and I were grinding together, just two sluts having some fun. Cassie and Antonio were sort of dancing together, but his eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for other guys who might be interested.

It didn't take long for Eddie and me to start making out on the dance floor. He was a total showoff now.

“I love the attention,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

I had to agree. I didn’t mind the attention either. Actually, when I was dancing with him, I kinda craved it. We were loud and proud.

We danced for almost an hour before Eddie whispered in my ear again.

“I like... need my ass filled.”

“Uh... I’m still pretty drained,” I said, moving with his body. “Maybe later dude, but I’m just not that horny right now.”

Eddie gave me a half smirk and a wink.

He moved a hand down to cup my package. I felt my balls churning.

“Yeah you are,” Eddie said. “You’re one hot slut.”