Happy closet day

by Alex Anders

Today is the anniversary of the day Juan came out to his frat, and Darius intends to celebrate it with him.

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The First Anniversary

“Happy Closet Day, dude!”

“Thanks, big guy. Get me anything?”

“Come to my room tonight and find out,” Darius said. And with a wink and a grin, he was gone.

Ugh, I thought, about time I started getting come-ons.

A year ago today, I came out to my fraternity. I was so nervous about it I almost threw up, but I needn’t have worried. They had already accepted me as one of their own, and nothing was going to change that.

They even still asked me about my conquests, and actually listened as I went into great gory detail about the guys I dicked down and assed up. A few of them even gave me pointers, mostly stuff they loved when their own conquests did it to them. That’s how I discovered the joy of nipples.

In fact, Darius was the one who told me how cum buttons worked. And he was the most supportive of my brothers. Strange how he was the first to come on to me, and on such a significant date, too.

Well, I thought, might as well see what he has to offer. He’s not bad-looking. Worst comes to worst, I’ll just help a brother out.

That evening, I opened the door to his room to find Darius on his bed ass up, wearing a ridiculous shiny rainbow speedo with a bow stuck between his cheeks.

“Aw, for me?” I cooed as I closed the door.

“You’ve earned it, dude,” he said. “A whole year out and proud.”

“Frankly, I thought you were gonna give me your dick,” I said, opening my fly as I walked up to him.

“Eh, I already know the mechanics of fucking,” Darius shrugged. “It’s being fucked I’m curious about.”

“I’ve always wondered why you were so eager to hear about my conquests.”

“Oh hush, we gonna do this or-—”

He gasped as I yanked the rainbow speedo off his ass and started thumbing his hole. “Aw, you already lubed up for me. You do pay attention!”

“It’s all yours, dude,” Darius moaned. “Just take it.”

“I’ll take my sweet time if I wanna,” I declared, but my cock was already leaking with anticipation. So I set to, and plugged my cock into his ass.

He gasped at the intrusion, then moaned as he relaxed around my cock. Well, not quite relaxed. His hole remained tight, squeezing my cock just the right amount. It was like his ass was made for my dick.

I’d have written it off as just a happy coincidence if not for the fact that his ass cheeks swelled with muscle and fat, inflating into two perfect bubbles. They were firm and smooth and jiggled ever so slightly when I smacked them, with my crotch or my hands. I loved it, he loved it, and within minutes we were both cumming all over the bed.

As I fell back, spent, Darius jumped out of bed, revved up and rarin’ to go. “Aw yeah,” he said. “I knew that potion would deliver.”

I was about to ask him what he meant when I caught sight of his cock. It was no longer a respectable eight and a half inches, but an ass-splitting thirteen and three-quarters! (I’m a gay man and a frat bro, of course I measured.) When the tunnel vision subsided, I noticed the rest of his body had changed too.

He was a football player, which meant he was ripped with a paunch. That is, he had been. Now he was slender without being scrawny, slight without being frail, lithe without being gangly. He was still built, but it was a swimmer’s build—or maybe a real footballer’s, with those thighs.

His body hair had thinned out too, his fur coat reduced to a nice dusting on his chest and down his abs and some thick bushes around his cock, in his pits and even on his face. He may have become a twink, but he was still clearly a man, even without the ass-splitter sprouting from his crotch. He even still had all his height, especially the two sexy inches he had on me. In fact, I think he now had three!

But he was also clearly a twink. His soft beard framed a pair of succulent lips, and the way his esses softened ever so slightly hinted at an equally succulent tongue hidden behind them. The dusting on his chest drew the eye to a puffy pair of cum buttons that I was definitely pressing the next time we fucked. And while his cock was anything but twinky, his delicious bubble butt that I noticed first thing was just screaming to be fucked over and over again.

Somehow, noticing his ass snapped me out of my reverie and I finally asked what he meant.

He plopped back onto the bed and started telling me:

“I wanted to get you something for your closet day so I found this magic sex shop. Well, I wasn’t looking for it, but I found it anyway, you know how these things go. Anyway, I found this magic sex shop, and I told the shopkeep I wanted to get something for your closet day, and he scrounged up this potion.”

Darius grinned. “He said that if you drank it, the next guy who fucked you would turn you into his perfect fuckbuddy. You’re a power fucker, so I dismissed it out of hand, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. In the end, I bought it for myself, as well as a pair of magic undies. And, well, the rest is history.”

I blinked back sudden tears, touched at the sincerity of his actions. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course, Juan, you’re a brother.”

“But you came here on a football scholarship.”

“That I lost by sophomore year,” Darius huffed. He flopped back onto the bed. “The only reason I’m still here is ‘cuzza the frat. And I always hated football. The only reason I even played in the first place was ‘cuzza my dad. Now I got the perfect body to play the sport I really want.”

“Which is?”

“Ballet.”

“No,” I snorted. “You? How’d you even get into it?”

“You’d be surprised how many star athletes dip into ballet for dexterity training,” Darius said sagely, complete with a nod. “My dad got me lessons when I was eight, took me out when I was sixteen.”

“Wow.” My eyes found his dick again, bobbing and throbbing with want and sex.

Darius grinned. “That was another thing I was hoping for. You are such a size queen, I knew I’d get a bigger dick out of this. And on this twinky body it looks even bigger!”

I snorted again. “So you did this for you, then?”

“Hey, a good gift makes both parties happy. And I don’t hear you complaining.” He got up and put his rainbow speedo back on.

“So, magic undies?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, one style fits all,” Darius said.

“Don’t you mean one size?”

“Nope.” And suddenly the shiny rainbow speedo was a shiny rainbow jockstrap, his ass winking at me to come back in. “I’m feeling up for another round,” he said. “Which, if this potion works as good as the shopkeep said it does, means you are, too.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, and pounced.