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by CockTFBoi

Cameron, Dakota, and Zack head out for a sex-filled weekend at a remote cabin. Once there, things take a bit of a turn for the weird as the trio experience some unexpected transformations.

Added: 22 Aug 2020 Updated: 17 Oct 2020 12,968 words 3,367 views 4.8 stars (4 votes)

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The three of us are in my Jeep driving up to the mountains. It took us nearly an hour just to get out of the city due to the heavy traffic, but now we were cruising along free of the bulk of the traffic. Now that we’re clear of the mountains I don’t need to focus so hard on the road and take a look around. My boyfriend, Dakota, is reclined in the passenger seat gently dozing. His large hairy muscular chest showing from the gaps in his loose tank top. The bottom of his soft belly sticking out slightly from the bottom of the tank top where it had begun to ride up. I grinned slightly to myself as I turned back to the road, picturing some of the things he was going to do to me when we got into the cabin tonight. The bear of a man has a fantastic personality and had a nice fat cock to go with it.

Glancing into the rearview mirror at the backseat I see my roommate and occasional fuckbuddy, Zack, reading one of his schoolbooks. I had graduated a couple years ago, but Zack was still finishing up his last year. He may be shorter than either Dakota or myself, but Zack was way more muscular. He spent almost every evening in the gym, so his muscles were understandably large. Despite that though, he was a voracious bottom in bed. More than once he’s ridden my cock when he didn’t feel like going out, not that I minded fucking his tight ass.

Dakota had a bit of a kinky streak but had wanted to keep our bedroom activities to just us so far. It had taken some convincing, but finally he agreed to let Zack join us though he had some conditions. Namely that the whole weekend Zack and I were going to be his personal toys. The thought of it excited me, especially since it meant I stood a decent chance at getting to top Zack at least once.

Shit. I can feel my cock getting hard in my hiking shorts. It was going to make it uncomfortable for the rest of the drive. I try to focus on the drive, but my right hand drifts down to the front of my shorts, kneading my bulge while I keep my left hand on the wheel. I glance nervously over at Dakota and Zack, but neither notice me. I know I won’t be able to get off while driving, but even just edging myself a bit is helping me focus. I continue driving down the road for another 15 minutes, gently rubbing myself through my shorts the whole time. Then I give a jump as I feel another hand down there. Taking a quick glance down, I see Zack’s hand on my bulge, giving it a quick squeeze. I turn and look back at him, he’s leaning forward. His eyes meet mine and he puts a finger up to his lips and gives me a sly wink.

I give him a grin, shifting my hips forward a bit and spreading my legs to give him more access. I look back to the road, focusing on keeping the car straight. I feel Zack pull my zipper down and his hand dig into my fly and grip my cock through the pouch of my jockstrap. He slides his hand up and down my shaft through the rough fabric of my jock. I can feel my cock pulse and leak some precum into the fabric. Zack knows the spots and his skilled fingers hit the right spot just under my head and I have to clamp my mouth shut to suppress the moan. I pull into the right lane, keeping the car steady as my breathing starts to become heavier. Dakota shifts a bit and Zack pulls his hand out of my shorts, sliding back into the back seat. I grunt a little in frustration, being so close to cumming but getting denied. We’re almost to the trailhead, so maybe I can find a quiet spot to finish myself off before we start the hike to the cabin.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull off the road and into the gravel parking lot at the trailhead. This late in the season, there are only a couple other cars in the lot. The fall colors have already come and gone, and most of the trees are bare. This would probably be the last trip for us this year, before the risk of heavy snows became too great. This was a new cabin rental I found; it was very cheap but remote. I really wanted the remote part, as it was good to disconnect from the world every now and then. Dakota was awake and out of the car as soon as I stopped. He bolted towards the woods, looking for a bit of cover to take a piss. Zack and I started pulling the backpacks out of the trunk, loaded with enough supplies to get us through the weekend. Zack gives my cock a couple quick squeezes while Dakota’s away. Just enough to tease me and make me leak some more into my jock.

I can hear the crunch of Dakota’s boots as he walks back across the parking lot. I quickly bat Zack’s hand away as I grab my backpack, trying to be nonchalant about the obvious hardon in my shorts. Zack grabs his bag and starts over towards the trailhead, giving me a quick wink. Dakota comes over, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist and giving me a deep kiss, his tongue teasing at my lips briefly before he pulls away.

“Come on Cameron, let’s get a move on,” Dakota says as he pulls on his backpack. “We’ve only got a couple hours of light left, and you said the cabin was a couple miles up the trail.”

“Right, the trail isn’t supposed to be too hard. So, we’ll have plenty of time.” I grab my bag, taking a quick moment to make sure everything is still packaged securely. I especially check one of the side pouches to make sure the two containers of lube I brought haven’t spilled. They’re special tubes of lube I picked up from one of Dakota’s friends. He told me they have some extra special properties that will enhance experience this weekend. He refused to elaborate on the specifics, but he had a knowing grin as he handed me the bottles.

I pull my backpack on and follow the other two, as we start onto the trail. I pull out the trail map and double check the route as we hike along. We make some casual conversation as we go, but I can’t help but stare at Zack’s ass in front of me. It’s been a few months since I got to top and the thought of working my meat between those cheeks was proving very distracting. I reach down and adjust my hardon in my shorts. After an hour or so, we can see the cabin through the trees, though the trail looks to be taking a winding route to get to it.

“I’m just going to cut through,” Zack says as he steps off the trail. “It’s starting to get dark and I don’t want to have to try to get unpacked without any light.” Before I can say anything, he’s trudging through the fallen leaves and underbrush.

I look at Dakota and he just shrugs at me, then steps off the trail himself to follow Zack. I roll my eyes and sigh, following the others. Up front I see Zack trip and stumble a bit and a small glint of light catches my eye momentarily. Zack seems to recover, but he’s stopped. Dakota and I catch up to him.

“Are you okay?” Dakota asks.

“Yea, just a stubbed toe,” Zack responds while checking out his foot. “Just tripped on a pile of rocks there. Guess I didn’t see them.”

I look around and see a few scattered rocks on top of the leaves. A few other small piles of rocks are nearby in a rough circle. There’s a strange shift in pressure in the air and a chilly wind rustles the branches of the trees above us. Looking up, I can see some dark clouds outlined in the orange light of the setting sun.

I speak up, “Looks like there might be a storm coming in. Let’s get inside before it starts up.”

The other two agree with me and we finish hiking through the underbrush to the small clearing around the cabin. We head inside and set down our packs. The cabin is simply furnished with some rustic styled wooden chairs and sofas in the main room. A small kitchen area sits in one corner and the door to the bathroom sits along the far wall. A series of stairs goes up to a small lofted area where the bedroom is. A large stone fireplace hearth dominates the back wall of the main room. Dakota walks over to the fireplace and begins to build a fire, eager to get it going before it gets too dark. He asks Zack to go grab some extra logs from the woodpile outside, while I move over to the kitchen area to unpack the food we brought.

I start cooking some dinner for us while the others finish getting everything set up. I make a simple pasta dish with some seared chicken on the small gas-powered stove and soon the cabin is filled with the delightful smells of the cooking food. I can see Dakota out of the corner of my eyes hanging around the edge of the kitchen, a bit of anxious hunger in his eyes. I plate up the food and we all chow down on it, too hungry from our hike today to do much talking during the meal.

As we finish, Dakota leans back in his chair and unbuttons his jeans. He reaches in, pulling his cock out and gives it a few quick strokes. He looks at the two of us with a smirk, clearly already wanting to get tonight’s activities kicked off. He stands up, his 8-inch cock flopping against the table as he begins to strip.

“First rule for the rest of the weekend.” Dakota’s voice took on a commanding timbre as he spoke. “You must be nude unless I say otherwise.” A strange charge in the air forms as he speaks, and a distant rumble of thunder punctuates his sentence.

Zack and I exchange a nervous glance, but even Dakota seems caught off guard by the coincidence. Still, Zack and I decide to play the part of the submissive sex toys and stand up, pulling our shirts off over our heads. I shake my head, shifting my hair to one side, giving Dakota a sultry look. A look I know will drive him wild. I let my fingers trail down my chest, running through the dusting of hair between my firm pecs and following the trail of fur down to the waistband of my shorts. Out of the corner of my eye I see Zack has already finished stripping, his 4-inch cock curving up and to the right from the thick bush of pubic hair. I turn around, as I unbutton and slide my shorts off. My ass is exposed to Dakota, framed by my black jockstrap. I yelp as Dakota gives my ass a hard smack followed by a quick squeeze. I look back into Dakota’s eyes and slip my jockstrap off as he leans in to give me a quick kiss. I try to kiss him more deeply, but he pulls away.

“Now now, none of that yet. You two are certainly willing enough, but a proper toy needs to be a bit more desperate to please me.” Dakota walks over to my backpack and pulls out the special bottles of lube. “Now, both of you, sit on the couch.”

As we move and sit next to each other on the coach, Dakota sits down opposite us in the chair gently stroking his cock. He checks the labels on them and tosses one over to me, keeping the other for himself. “Now toys, take that lube and slick up your cocks, then start jacking off for me.”

I give him a quizzical look but pop the cap open on the bottle and squeeze a bit into my hand. The lube feels warm and gives a slight tingle to my hand as I spread it onto my fingers. I reach over with my lubed hand and smear it onto Zack’s cock, stroking his little hardon with the lube. I squeeze another dollop of lube into Zack’s hand and he reaches down and begins stroking my own 6-inch cock. As soon as the lube touches my hard member, I feel a surge of heat run throughout my cock and into my balls. I can feel myself becoming hornier at the mere contact.

Both Zack and I begin stroking one another’s cocks, each feeling eager to please the others’ cock. Dakota is still sitting there, his cock slick with his own lube as he strokes it slowly, relishing the pleasure. I want to slow down a bit to relish the pleasure and match Dakota’s pace, but Zack is intent on stroking my cock faster and faster. The horniness clouds my thoughts a bit, my desires focused on Zack’s cock. My cock feels so much more sensitive than usual, the pleasure building on itself. I can my climax approaching, my balls pulling up tight against my body. I gasp and moan, and right when I feel like I’m about to shoot, my cock and balls just start feeling an intense heat. It isn’t painful, but the heat surges through my cock. Zack starts moaning and panting as well, and I figure his own cock is feeling the heat.

We both keep stroking, desperate to feel some sort of release, but instead the heat remains, amplifying the sensitivity of our cocks. It feels like I’m trapped right on the verge of the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, but I can’t seem to make it over the edge. I release Zack’s cock to grab my own. Using every trick, every sensitive spot on my body to try to make myself cum. I’m pinching my nipples and playing with my hole, but nothing seems to be able to send me over the edge.

Zack is beside me squirming and moaning, several of his fingers crammed into his hole while he jacks his cock like a madman. Dakota has stripped off across the room, running his fingers languidly across the shaft of his cock. He walks across the room to us and pulls my hand away from my cock. I’m panting, completely out of breath. He grabs my cock and puts the head up against the head of his own cock. The heat and pleasure running through my cock reach a fever pitch as I feel a tugging sensation on my cock. I watch in shock as my cock looks to be getting shorter while Dakota’s grows bigger. I shake my head, convinced I must be seeing things, but it gets smaller and smaller. When there is nothing but the head of my cock left, Dakota pulls away. My balls pull up tight, the skin stretching over my crotch and the mass inside shifting and merging. Soon I’m left with a smooth mannequin-like bulge where my cock was. I am freaking out a bit, but the intensity of the horniness from the denied orgasm clouds my thoughts. My feelings are muted by it somehow.

Zack seems to have been so wrapped up in his own stroking he didn’t even notice what happened to me. Dakota steps over and grabs Zack’s cock and presses the head against his. I can see his eyes go out of focus as the pleasure overwhelms his mind. His cock is already half-gone before he’s able to focus enough for him to even notice his cock is shrinking. His eyes go wide in surprise and he looks into Dakota’s face, who grins widely back down at him. Zack looks to me and notices my bulge and meets my gaze with a panicked look on his face.

Dakota pulls away from Zack, a massive 12-inch cock hanging off his body. “There we go. Now you’ll both be better able to service me and focus on my needs. And don’t worry, it’ll wear off in a couple of days.” Despite his assurances, I still worry a little before the horniness of being able to worship such a magnificent dick take over.

As he says that he takes his huge schlong and presses the head against Zack’s asshole. Zack’s body seems to relax into it as he shudders in pleasure, taking the big dick without the slightest hint of pain. In fact, he seems completely out of it, his mind overwhelmed with pleasure. I admit I feel a bit of jealousy at watching the pleasure on Zacks’ face. I rub my own bulge, which does feel nice in its own way, though nowhere near as nice as if I had a cock to jack.

I get to my feet shakily, and take one of Dakota’s nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it with my teeth. My hands run through the thick pelt of hair on his chest as he pounds Zack’s hole. I see his eyes gently closing, as his lips twitch a bit. His mouth opens as a low moan escapes from his throat. With a great shuddering moan, he begins to cum. Almost immediately though, a concerned look crosses his face. I look down and see Dakota buried to the hilt in Zack’s ass, but Zack’s previously smooth bulge is pushing outwards, the clear shape of a cockhead forming. Within moments a full 12-inch cock has grown out of Zack’s crotch as Dakota staggers back, now cockless. Dakota’s balls are already pulling tight and forming a smooth bulge.

“Well that wasn’t supposed to happen,” Dakota starts, “It was only supposed to be the two of you that would be bulged. And it was only supposed to be the one transfer. Fuck, did they give you the wrong lube?”

“How does lube even do stuff like this anyways?” I ask, still eyeing Zack’s massive dick.

“I know a guy who does a bit of magic. Told me about his new Bulge Boi formula, and I thought it’d be hot to have a couple insatiable bottoms to fuck all weekend. Mine was just meant to boost my sex drive and cum production so I could keep going all weekend.”

Zack speaks up as he rubs his huge cock. “I mean, this is neat and all, but what the fuck am I going to do with this?”

“Listen, we’ll just go see my guy and get this all sorted out.”

“There’s no way we’d make it back in the dark during a storm. We’re going to have to wait for the morning,” I say as I glance out the window. This far from civilization there’s no light at all and the clouds from the storm obscure any light from the moon that might be showing.

As I turn around, Zack has pulled on his briefs trying to hide the massive hardon. The two of them seem to be trying to hide their horniness as they process the changes. Though from the furtive glances they’re giving each other and me, I don’t think we’ll hold out for long. Already I can feel all my latent horniness bubbling up inside of me, wanting to break free and pleasure cock. Any cock really, but since there’s only one within miles, all my focus is going towards Zack. It’s going to be a long night.
I wander away from the couch, gravitating towards the kitchen area. I try to busy myself cleaning up the dishes from dinner, hoping to distract myself. Getting edged and denied a couple times today already had me feeling very frisky. Combined with whatever Dakota did to my cock is making it very difficult to focus on anything except sex. We had played with chastity a bit a couple months ago, and already I can feel that same sort of constant horniness as if I’d been locked up for a week.

I’m so lost in thought that I jump a little when I feel arms wrapping around my chest from behind. I feel soft lips and scruff against my neck as I feel some gentle kisses against my skin. I turn my head slightly and see Dakota there, and I pull him in for a quick kiss. I clean off my hands hurriedly, while Dakota continues his seductive kisses along my neck and shoulders. I turn around and pull him into a deep embrace, our mouths meeting. Our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths passionately. My hands roam across his hairy chest, feeling the solid muscle under his warm skin.

He presses his smooth bulge against mine and begins grinding them together. I shudder in pleasure, my head leaning back as a low groan escapes my lips. Without a cock to focus it, the pleasure spreads throughout my body. I can feel the pleasure building and a sensation like the build up to cumming but spread throughout my whole being. My mind is a little overwhelmed by it and it is hard to think about anything other than building more pleasure. I feel the need to cum, to get myself off, anything to release some of this build up. I have a death grip on Dakota’s shoulders as he continues to grind our bulges together.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, babe?” he says in a hoarse whisper.

His words give me something for my mind to latch on to. I had almost forgotten about everything around me, but he gave me a lifeline to focus on, bringing him back into focus. I manage to breathe out a soft “yeah…” as the pleasure continues to build. My knees go weak as the pleasure mounts. On and on it builds, far beyond the point where I would have normally cum. Dakota is leaning into me, his hot breath on my shoulder. His moans harmonizing with my own.

I’ve long since lost track of time, but eventually Dakota staggers backwards. My body still tingles with the echoes of the pleasure that I was feeling. I collapse to the floor as my legs finally give out. They feel like spaghetti, and I can barely move them. Dakota has flopped into one of the chairs, his legs splayed wide, his head leaning back to face towards the ceiling, and his eyes closed.

“Fuck, guys, that was so hot,” Zack says, breaking the silence. He’s standing off to one side, stroking his huge cock. His cock shines with precum on the tip and a light sheen of sweat covers his hairy body. “You guys look tired, but do you think you could help me with this?” He points down at his heavy dick.

I stare at it, my mouth watering just looking at it. I lick my lips subconsciously as my mind fills with thoughts of sucking and pleasuring that delectable dick. It hangs nearly to his knees, unable to stick upwards due to its sheer weight.

“I’ve been stroking for the better part of an hour just watching you guys go at it, but I couldn’t finish myself off.” Zack hefts his dick, giving it a few strokes, coaxing a heavy drop of precum to the tip. I can see him shudder in pleasure and give a frustrated groan. I struggle up to my hands and knees, not trusting my legs enough to try standing.

I crawl over to Zack, slowly. I balance myself against his legs and I shift up to my knees. Zack leans back against the back of the couch, his hands gripping the top of the coach to hold us up. I slide his dick into my mouth. As it slides into my willing mouth, I feel a surge of pleasure well up inside me. At once the pleasure is spread and indistinct, but at the same time I can feel a strange focus to it. The pleasure is radiating from the cock in my mouth, but at the same time there’s a strange feeling of familiarity to it. Though the cock in my mouth isn’t mine, it provides focus to the pleasure coursing through me. The further it pushes into me, the more my pleasure focuses and wraps around it.

Though I’d never been that great at deep throating, I just kept pushing up until my nose was buried in his thick bush. I could feel his dick in my throat, yet I didn’t even struggle to get it down there. And now it was there, I didn’t seem to be struggling to breathe. I slid back, letting it come back out of my throat, and then back down again. Fucking my face onto his massive dick, I feel my throat opening up to accept his girth more easily. Long strands of spit hang from his dick as I let it out of my mouth to grab a quick breath.

My rest is short as Zack grabs the back of my head and rams his dick back down into my throat. His movements are sharp and desperate, his frustrated groans growing in intensity. I run my hands up his legs, moving to cup his balls. I hesitate though, his balls aren’t there. A flat expanse of skin sits below his dick, a slight bulge to it before it curves beneath him towards his hole. Even as he pounds my throat I realize that though he got the massive dick from Dakota, no corresponding balls grew back with it.

Just as I think this might be the reason for Zack’s difficulty to cum his breathing becomes labored and he croaks out “I’m gonna c—” as his cock seems to swell in size in my throat. He slams it down to the base into my mouth. “Wait. N-no no no no no!” The pleasure emanating from his dick grows in intensity, and I can feel it concentrating down into his cock. All my pleasure focused into something that isn’t even a part of me. Then suddenly there’s an abrupt shift in the pleasure. The dick in my mouth is gone, and I shift forward from the sudden lack of support falling into Zack’s smooth crotch.

The pleasure is running through my body, and I feel hot, like I have a fever. The heat starts growing in intensity, spreading but coming up to the surface of my skin. It feels white hot as I pant and shudder. The pleasure begins to coalesce in my crotch, a searing heat emanating from my bulge. I feel a hand run across my shoulder and I moan as intense, almost painful pleasure radiates from that spot. The heat and pleasure shifts away from my bulge, spreading back out, following the hands running along my skin. There are more now. It is hard to focus on any one hand, but there must be more than just two.

The heat and pleasure come to a crescendo, and suddenly I feel an orgasm rip through me. More intense than anything I’ve ever felt, it courses through my entire body. Every finger, every toe, alight with pure pleasure. I’m losing myself in the pleasure as to flows like a torrent through me. I hear a voice though calling out, “Cameron!” I latch onto that voice like a life preserver and hang onto it for dear life. Eventually the pleasure begins to fade, and the world comes back into focus. I can see Dakota and Zack kneeling over me.

“Are you okay?” Dakota asks, a look of worry on his face.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine… I think.” I struggle a bit but manage to sit upright. The room spins a little as I get up, my hand slips a couple times on the wet floor beneath me. I take a second to just breathe while the room stabilizes. Once the room stops spinning, I take stock of myself. My body looks the same, no over signs of anything changing since beforehand. My cock is still gone, the hairy bulge remains in its place. I look over at Dakota and Zack, and they look about the same as before, though now Zack is dickless like the rest of us.

“How long was I out?” I ask as I slowly pull myself up, steadying myself on the back of the couch.

“Not long. Maybe a few seconds.” Zack replies, though he’s looking downward, refusing to meet my gaze. His cheeks look flush and he seems embarrassed about something.

I wipe my face off, I must have been drooling while I was out. My hand on my face feels oddly pleasant. I run my other hand across my chest, scratching an inch, but pause as a wave of pleasure radiates through my body. I do a little bit of a double take as I look at myself, then at Dakota, then Zack. “Guys, what happened with the cock?”

Both of them blush, looking downwards. Neither says anything for a couple seconds while they try to do anything but look me in the eyes.

“Is it in me?” They both nod in reply. “Okay, so what aren’t you telling me?”

Finally, Dakota breaks their silence. “Well, you started shooting cum out… and well… we could sorta feel it too.”

“Wait, what do you mean you could ‘feel’ it?” I look around, noticing the dampness on the floor and the couch around me and just how big the splatter is. I run my finger through a nearby glob, realizing that it’s a glob of cum. I stick it in my mouth, sucking it off my finger. I shudder in pleasure as the sensitivity of my finger. I hear a muffled moan come from Zack and look up at him quickly, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“Well,” Dakota starts, looking a little flush, “as you started cumming, we did too. But more than that, we could feel through you. It was like you were our cock. And… uh, it still feels that way.”

“So, you mean that you can feel when I do… this,” I say as I gently pinch my nipple. I feel a surge of pleasure radiate from my nipple, but Zack moans, his knees going weak. Dakota’s lips go tight, and I can tell he’s fighting the moan he wants to make. I run my hand down my chest, letting my eyes close. The pleasure is intense, like rubbing the shaft of my cock but amplified a hundred times. I open my eyes and watch Dakota as I rub my chest and belly with both hands. The large bear visibly shivers and his mouth falls open as a deep, involuntary moan.

Dakota walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my body, letting out another moan at the touch. His hands roam across my back and chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He leans forward and starts making out with me, moaning into my mouth as the intense pleasure begins to overwhelm me. The intensity of the pleasure makes it hard to focus on anything. My knees go weak, and I fall into Dakota’s arms.

I feel another set of arms around me, as Zack’s arms encircle me from behind. The two hairy studs are rubbing me with their arms and rubbing their bodies against me. The intensity of the pleasure escalates and judging by the moans coming from the men on either side of me, they’re feeling the same thing. Our bodies are grinding against one another, everyone’s attention focused on me, rubbing me, and feeling my body. One hand cups my bare crotch, rubbing the smooth mound of flesh. It’s too much and a sensation like my balls are churning, but it’s coming from inside of me, deep inside my bulge.

Dakota pushes his bulge against mine like he did earlier, grinding it against me. The pleasure mounts higher and higher, but then there’s a strange heat from my bulge and as Dakota shifts his hips, I feel a tug. I’m pulled forward, further off-balance, and Dakota staggers backwards. I am pulled along with him, and we topple over. Dakota lands on his back, myself body landing on top. He continues rubbing my body, moaning beneath me. Zack is behind me, kneading my ass.

I can feel the pleasure hit a peak and all three of us moan, crying out in pleasure, as we hit a simultaneous orgasm. My head jerks back, my back arching, as I look towards the ceiling. Dakota’s strong arms are running up and down my sides in rapid strokes. I feel something rising up my throat, and suddenly hot cum is spewing from my mouth. It arcs several feet into the air before it lands loudly with a wet slapping sound on the floor of the cabin. Several more ropes of cum are launched from my mouth, going high into the air. Each rope goes a little shorter, until the last few dribble from my mouth, landing in Dakota’s beard beneath me.

I collapse breathlessly onto Dakota’s chest. We’re both breathing heavily. I can hear Zack’s heavy breathing somewhere behind me. I shift, pulling my chest away from Dakota’s but when I try to move my hips, they’re stuck. I shift to get as much space as I can, sucking in my gut a bit to look at our crotches. A smooth expanse of skin connects our bodies, the skin tones shifting and fading from my pale skin to Dakota’s olive skin.

“Umm babe…” Dakota starts, “can you get off me?”

“I don’t think I can. We’re sorta connected, see?” I feel a bit of a shift and there is a warm sensation in the skin between our bodies. I focus on it, and I can feel it shifting somehow. The heat becomes more intense, but I feel relieved as I watch our bulges start to separate. It takes a couple minutes, but soon we can pull ourselves completely apart. I stand upright, feeling almost normal. I wipe some of the cum away, and I feel a sense of relief as my skin feels more or less normal. No intense pleasure this time.

“I can’t feel you anymore,” Zack says. He rubs his own chest, letting his fingers play through the thick hair over his beefy muscles. “I don’t feel anything either.”

We both look over at Dakota, who is rubbing his bulge. As we watch his bulge pushes outwards, growing larger and becoming a thick tube of flesh. It becomes more detailed, as a distinct head forms, the skin at the top splits open as his foreskin forms. A thick vein forms along the underside, as the cock forms fully. It keeps growing, passing 12 inches, past 13 inches, and yet it keeps growing. Finally, it stops growing at a full 18 inches long. It is massive, much bigger than it was when Dakota first absorbed our length. Dakota marvels at the huge slab of meat and strokes it with a look of wonder on his face.

Then a confused look crosses his face. He keeps stroking, but then suddenly there is a pop and his dick comes free of his body. It topples out of his hand landing on the floor with a soft thud. We all look at one another shocked by what happened. Before Dakota or I can react, Zack runs over and grabs the cock off the floor. Then he runs into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. We can see him hold the huge dick to his crotch, and we can hear a thick stream of piss flowing and a deep sigh come from Zack. Dakota and I look at each other a little surprised, but then a bit of a knowing look crosses our faces.

“I’ve got next!” Dakota cries out quickly before I can say anything.

As Zack pisses, I realize that I can’t feel the cock anymore. It comes as a bit of a relief. The last couple hours had been rather surreal with the sensations coming from our cocks. Zack finished taking a piss and walked out of the bathroom. He had his hand is wrapped around the base of the huge cock. He gives the cock a twist and tugs on it and it pulls free of his body with a soft squelching noise. He shudders and looks at the disembodied cock in his hands.

“Fuck, that feels so weird.” He turns towards Dakota, “I think I heard you call it next. I know you both gotta be feeling desperate by now.”

Dakota snatches the cock from Zack’s hand and runs to the bathroom, holding it like a baton. Meanwhile, I realize that I do feel an intense need to piss. The sensation had been suppressed a bit in the back of my mind, but now that Zack called attention to it, it came to the forefront of my thoughts. I feel around my blank crotch, seeing if there’s any sign of something I could piss from. Zack looks at me and gives me a bit of a smirk but says nothing. I can feel a bulge to my skin, it feels warm, but the skin is soft and sensitive. I can feel a hint of firmness within the bulge, the sensation not too dissimilar to touching my balls. My fingers make their way further down as I check all the back to my asshole. After a couple moments of groping around, I realize there isn’t any extra hole or anything like that down there, so I’m stuck until Dakota finishes with the cock.

“Yeah, I already checked myself,” Zack starts off as I finish my self-inspection. Behind him I see Dakota walking out of the bathroom and over to us. “There’s nothing down there at all. I’ve needed to piss for the last hour, but I wasn’t sure how. While you were out, I even tried sitting down on the toilet and trying to just let it go, but nothing ever came out. The moment I saw the dick pop free, I was just so desperate to piss.”

Dakota is gripping the cock, making a twisting motion, but is struggling with it. “Hey man, ho- how did you get this thing off again? You made it look so easy.”

“Oh, here let me help you.” Zack walks over and grabs the base of the cock, and giving it a practiced twist, pops it off of Dakota’s body. He holds it out for me to grab.

The heavy cock looks so strange in his hands without it being attached to someone. I tentatively grab the detached hunk of flesh. It feels warm and it throbs in my hands. I reach down and start lining the cock up with my blank crotch, when Zack grabs my wrist.

“Trust me, it’s been a while for you. Wait until you’re in the bathroom to attach it,” he says, looking me in the eyes. His face looks very serious, so I move the cock away from my crotch. He gently releases my wrist and I head into the bathroom.

The bathroom looks a bit of a mess, there are splatters of piss here and there around the toilet. I try to line myself up with the toilet, realizing that I probably won’t be able to hold it once I attach it. I bring the cock against my crotch and I can feel a small depression in my skin. With a sudden snap I feel a rush of pleasure as the cock attaches followed by the sudden surge of piss as all of what I had been holding back comes flowing out. After the initial burst goes spraying into the air, I manage to point the head of my long dick to the toilet and keep the rest of the stream pouring into the toilet. The piss just seems to keep flowing for ages, but finally it slows to a dribble. I shake the dick, getting any lingering drops out, and head back into the main room.

Dakota and Zack are sitting on the couch, Dakota is wearing a pair of skimpy briefs while Zack sits naked. They have been talking about the situation while I was in the bathroom.

“I know it isn’t ideal, but we need to get back to your guy as soon as we can,” Zack is saying to Dakota. “I’ve dated a few guys who play with sex magic. And the one thing I know is the longer you leave things, the harder it is to undo them.”

“Wait, when did you get so familiar with this magic stuff?” I ask as I walk up to them.

“An ex of mine. He loved to use various sex magic on me. Nothing ever went wrong when we were together, but he told me stories about others who had some major mishaps. The one thing he told me was that transformed bodies have sort of an inertia to them. The longer you remain changed, the more energy it takes to change again. Take too long and the changed form becomes your new default.” Zack’s face looks very grim and serious.

“It’s still dark out, there’s no way we could make it in the dark.” Dakota says.

I go over to my bag and pull out my phone. There’s no signal out here, but I can check the time at least. “Well it is 5:30 am already. Dawn should be coming in just a couple hours, so we can start off at first light,” I say looking up from the screen. I look out the front windows, and see the sky above is lit by a faint blue aurora. The light from the aurora is enough to see the ground around the cabin is covered in a light layer of snow. It must have snowed some during last night’s storm. The others have come over to the window with me and see the snow and the aurora.

Dakota breaks the silence after a few moments. “Well, that snow is going to make things more difficult, but it doesn’t even look like an inch. So, we just have to take things slow.”

“Yeah,” Zack replies, “but what’s with that strange light? I’ve never seen an aurora around here. We’re way to far south for those.”

“Well, let’s get everything packed and get dressed, so we can head out once the sun rises,” I say as I move around the room, gathering up the discarded clothes, and packing away the remaining food. I manage to get everything straightened away and packed up. By the time the three of us are finished, the sky has lightened, and there is enough light that we can see the ground and the woods nearby.

I realize that we’re still naked, except for Dakota, who is still in his briefs. I guess I hadn’t really noticed as we were working. I must have been distracted. I go pull out some clothes from my bag and pull my jockstrap up over my legs. I get about half-way up my calves before the jockstrap just stops and won’t move up my legs any further. I pull it down a bit and it moves easily, but I can’t pull it up my legs more than a couple of inches. I let go of the waistband on one side to check to see if it’s caught on something, but the moment I let go, there’s a force pulling on the jockstrap, pulling it off my legs. I release the other side and it falls to the floor between my feet. I look around the room, thinking one of the other guys is messing with me, but Dakota is across the room pulling on his jeans. Zack is closer to me, but he’s having his own issues with his underwear.

“Zack, I think I’m having the same problem. Can’t seem to pull my jockstrap on,” I say as I walk over to him.

“Yeah, it must be some side effect of the magic gone wrong.” He looks over at Dakota saying, “Hey Dakota, we’re having some issues getting dressed.”

Dakota is now fully dressed, and walks over, looking us over. “What’s wrong? Your clothes shrink?”

“No, nothing so simple. Watch,” I say as I grab my jockstrap and start sliding it up my legs. It makes it to about the same point and then won’t move any further. “See, it won’t go on any more than this. And if I let go,” I let go and it is pulled off my body, “it’s like something is pulling them off me.”

Dakota looks concerned and glances at Zack. “Does the same thing happen to you?”

“Yeah, same exact thing. I tried to pull on my shirt at first and I couldn’t get it over my head at all.”

Dakota thinks for a moment before speaking. “Wait, when we finished dinner last night, I told you guys you couldn’t wear clothes unless I said so. Maybe the magic somehow picked up on that and that’s the problem. So, all I have to do is say you can get dressed and we’ll be good, right?” Zack and I nod hopefully. Dakota seems to take a moment longer than he really needs, looking over our nude bodies before speaking. “You may get dressed now.”

Zack and I both start pulling on our underwear, but it still won’t move up our legs. “Well, that didn’t work. It was worth a try at least,” Zack says as the thong he was trying to pull on drops to the floor.

“Fuck,” I say giving off a groan of frustration. I grab my socks, thinking that since I could get the jock up past my ankles, maybe I could at least pull on some shoes and socks for the hike back to the car. I pull the socks up and, onto my feet, without any issues and slip my feet into my hiking boots. “Well guys, at least I can hike this way.” Zack sees me, and quickly follows suit.

Dakota watches us as we finish lacing up our boots. “Well your feet will be protected, but you look a bit ridiculous with that massive dick flopping around. Since I’m the only one that can wear clothes, I should take it.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I say as I reach down to my meaty dick. It’s hanging soft off my body, about 8 inches long. I take a firm grip around the base like I saw Zack do and give it a twist. There’s a sudden rush of pleasure as the cock quickly grows fully hard and then with a wet pop, it comes off of my body. I shudder as a strange sensation comes over me. I can still feel the cock in my hands, but the sensations from it are fading quickly. Within a few moments, I can no longer feel through it. The disembodied cock throbs in my hands, a drop of thick precum hangs from the tip.

Dakota has pulled his jeans open and his underwear down, exposing his blank crotch. He takes the thick cock from me and pops it onto his body. Dakota gives off a low moan as it attaches. He starts pulling his briefs up over his hard dick, but it’s too big to fit. It is almost comical as he tries pointing his dick several different directions, but several inches of hard cock are sticking out, regardless of which way he points it. His manhandling of his dick though has him leaking precum and the smell of it in the air is making me feel flushed and turned on.

Dakota’s eyes seem to lose focus for a moment then a sly grin comes across his face, “Maybe you bois should help me get this to go soft.”

Something in his voice seems to start something in my mind. I want to tell him that we should get moving, but I can’t speak the words. Instead, I find myself falling to my knees and tossing my backpack aside. Zack has done the same thing and is moving towards Dakota’s cock, pulling it into his mouth in one smooth motion. I feel a pang of jealousy, not at Dakota, but because I wanted the cock in my mouth. I scramble over, coming in below Zack and lapping at the flat skin where Dakota’s balls should be. In the back of my mind, I realize none of us had balls while the cock was attached, but it still leaves me a bit disappointed that there isn’t anything for me to take into my mouth.

Zack pulls off Dakota’s dick and puts his mouth on the side. I come up and put my mouth on the other side. Zack and I start making out around Dakota’s cock, our tongues snaking around the cock to touch each other. Dakota, meanwhile, starts pumping his dick back and forth, fucking between our mouths as his dick leaks copious amounts of precum. The smell of precum is heavy in the air and is driving me wild. I feel sluttier and sluttier as we pleasure Dakota’s fat dick, but some new sensation is growing in me. My lips and tongue tingle where they are touching his cock, becoming more sensitive and sending shudders of pleasure down my spine and pooling in my bulge.

Zack and I are alternating, taking a few quick sucks at the head of Dakota’s dick, lapping up the precum pouring from the tip. The pleasure flowing from my lips and tongue is becoming more intense, building up just below the surface of my smooth bulge. I reach down with one hand and rub my bulge, moaning loudly as I do so. I can feel the muscles in my bulge quivering and pulsing, a well of pleasure just ready to overflow at any moment. The pleasure is already so intense, I would normally have cum, but without a cock, it is like the pleasure isn’t focused for an orgasm.

Dakota is moaning above us, his breathing heavy. “I’m gonna cum,” he says as he pulls his cock away from our mouths. Zack and I open our mouths and look up at Dakota as he gives his cock a few quick strokes before he starts shooting. Thick ropes of cum go flying onto my face, a couple ropes landing in my mouth. Then Dakota points his dick onto Zack’s face, painting it with his cum. As the cum hits my tongue it provides a focus for all the pleasure that had built within me. The pleasure that had pooled within my bulged all rushes up through my body, overwhelming my nerves with the intensity. It hits my tongue and I can feel my whole body tensing rhythmically as my orgasm rips through my body.

It takes a couple minutes, but I recover from my orgasm, becoming more aware. I see Zack beside me, also recovering. Dakota is on the couch, reveling in the afterglow. We all get back up, and Dakota tucks his… no, our cock into his underwear. Even soft it makes a massive bulge, but at least he can zip his jeans up over it. The three of us pick up our backpacks, and head out. The air isn’t freezing, but it is chilly. My nipples are hard, little fleshy nibs on my soft chest. Despite being completely nude, I don’t really feel embarrassed or nervous about it, beyond worrying about issues others might make of our state.

We start off down the trail, taking it slow in the thin layer of snow. We must look a sight, two naked hairy dickless bears and a third fully clothed with a massive bulge in his jeans. It takes a lot longer to get back to the car than before as we must take it carefully through the snow. Luckily, the trails were empty, so we didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of running into other hikers. We make it back to the car, thankfully there aren’t any other cars in the parking lot. We toss our backpacks into the trunk, Zack and I pull our phones out and climb into the car, trying to not attract any attention from anyone who may come by. Dakota is on the phone calling the guy he got the magic lube from. After a couple minutes he climbs into the car, in the driver’s seat.

“Well, he’s not answering his phone,” Dakota says as he cranks the car on. “He might just be asleep still, but we can drive over to his shop. Hopefully, he’ll be there and can help us out.” Dakota pulls out of the parking lot and we make our way back to the highway. After an hour or so of driving, he pulls off the highway and into a gas station. “We’re going to fill up, and this one isn’t crowded. Just stay in the car, and don’t attract attention.”

With that Dakota gets out of the car and starts pumping gas. After it finishes, he heads inside. After he gets inside another car pulls up, sitting on the other side of the pump from us. The woman in the passenger seat climbs out and starts pumping. Something about the driver on the other hand catches my attention. He’s shirtless and looking around nervously. His eyes meet mine and he quickly looks away blushing in embarrassment. I give him a smile, though I’m a little confused as to why he’s embarrassed. Dakota climbs back into the car, and we drive off heading back into the city.

It takes us several hours to make it back into the city. Traffic seemed oddly heavy for this early on a Saturday. Perhaps there was a football game or something going on this afternoon. I hadn’t really been paying much attention to those things in my excitement for our cabin getaway. As we head down the highway, it seems like most of the guys we’re passing along the way are shirtless, which seems a bit unusual. As we pull off the highway and onto the city streets I can see most of the guys walking around aren’t wearing shirts. I guess it isn’t illegal, but it seems strange that so many men are shirtless, particularly since we aren’t near anything that would normally have shirtless men. It’s all types of men too, everything from skinny twinks, to muscle studs, to guys that are obese, and even old men.

Dakota pulls into an alley behind the Cauldron, a gay club in an old converted warehouse. Dakota had told me before that the Cauldron was where most of the magically inclined in the city went to party, and where he had met the guy who sold him the lube. On the alley side was the door to the backroom where the guy sold his magic wares. I had been here just two days ago to pick up the lube, but now it looks quite different. There were several long gouges running along the wall on either side of the door.

The door itself looked intact, but it was now painted with strange symbols in a white paint. It was hard to focus on the symbols. I could see them just fine, but any time I tried to look for a pattern, it was like the symbols had shifted slightly. There was a strange sense to them, like I shouldn’t look at them, yet something about them made them feel more real somehow. Like they were more real than even I was. I shook my head, trying to clear it. Just looking at the symbols was giving me a headache.

“Come on guys,” Dakota says as he climbs out of the Jeep, “let’s get inside before anyone comes by and sees you.”

Zack and I scramble out of the jeep, looking up and down the alley, and hurry over to the door. Dakota strides over to the door and knocks on it, taking care not to touch the strange symbols as he does. As soon as he does, he averts his eyes. I assume the symbols are giving him a headache too. I can hear some movement from inside, the sound of something heavy falling over followed by some swearing. The door swings open and a college aged guy is standing there.

“What?” He looks at the three of us and rolls his eyes. “I guess it’s getting worse. Come in quick before some cops come by and see you.” He steps back and to the side, making room for us to pass through. He hurries us along, even pushing Dakota’s back gently to hurry him along before he slams the door shut. He then locks the door, including several extra deadbolts.

“Okay, before you ask: no, I don’t know what’s going on. I can’t reverse it. And no, I did not cause it.” He seems a bit exasperated as he speaks. Heavy bags are under his eyes, and it looks like he hasn’t slept all night.

“Brandon,” Dakota starts, “man, what are you talking about? We were using the cock theft lube I bought from you last night, and well things seem to have gone wrong. It took their cocks just like you said, but then there was some merging and now our combined cock is detachable.”

“You hadn’t heard? All over the city, guys who bottom end up dickless and naked like your friends here.” Brandon pauses. “Wait, you said detachable? And this was from the lube? But that was cock theft lube, it can’t do that. Then maybe you haven’t been affected by whatever’s happening…” He trails off, and moves over to a desk, looking through books filled with strange symbols.

While he flips through the book, I look around the shop. Most of the items look like the typical fare in a sex toy shop, but with what little you know about Brandon, you guess that most of the items are magical in some way. The “Do Not Touch” signs scattered across the shop seem a lot more serious than your typical store. You think it must be less about you breaking something, and more about you getting some sort of curse.

“Okay, hold still,” Brandon says.

I turn around and see him with a strange crystal hovering it over Dakota’s body. He’s looking at a tablet in his hands, reading something. He shifts over to Zack and does the same for a few minutes before he walks over to me. As he holds the crystal up my body, I feel myself freeze into place, unable to move. I want to shift, to run, something, but my body won’t obey me. After what seemed like hours, but was more likely a couple minutes, he pulls the crystal away and I can move again. I shudder and flex my fingers, just happy to be able to move. Brandon steps away, still absorbed in whatever is on his tablet.

After a few minutes of reviewing the tablet and flipping through his books, he looks at us with a very serious expression on his face. “So, not sure how you managed it, but you guys caused this whole mess somehow,” he says. “I had been looking at some of the changed guys in the city since last night, and I could find some of my own magical signature in there, but its mixed in with a lot of something else. I wasn’t sure what until I checked you guys. The magic was tainted with the magical signatures of the three of you. None of you are magic users, not even unknowing ones, so I know you didn’t do it on purpose. So the real question is, did you do something or break something that could have spread this somehow?”

“Wait, how could we be responsible?” Dakota starts off, his voice rising in volume.

“I don’t know dude, just calm down. We figure out how it happened, and maybe I can reverse it before things get worse.”

“We didn’t do anything though,” Zack says. “We went to the cabin, ate dinner, then started using the lube. After that is when things started to get weird.”

“Wait,” I start, “what about that pile of rocks you tripped over?”

“Rocks? What rocks?” Brandon asks.

“Yea, on our way to the cabin, just outside. Zack tripped over some rocks. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but there were other rocks in sort of a circle shape.”

Brandon is hanging on my every word as I speak, then starts thinking. “Where was this cabin?”

I unlock my phone and bring up the location of the cabin on it to show the map of it. I hand it over to Brandon and he sets it on the counter. He pulls out an old atlas and starts flipping through it until he stops on one page. He compares the maps for a while and says, “So it looks like you stumbled on an old cairn. That’s an old style of magic storage. Probably been abandoned out in those woods for years. If you broke the circle, then the magical energies stored inside probably started spilling out. It may have interacted with the lube, and maybe some things you said or did last night, and now it’s just spreading out from there.”

“So, how do we fix it?” I ask as I try to read the map. However, the page is covered by more of those strange symbols that hurt my head. I close my eyes tight, trying to fight back the edges of the headache creeping back from looking at the symbols.

Brandon laughs a little. “We don’t do anything. You guys go home and relax. I’ll go out there and find the source and stop it from getting worse and spreading further. Then I’ll see what I can do to undo this mess.” Brandon gestures towards the door as he speaks and then starts grabbing various items from behind the counter and placing them in a bag.

Dakota, Zack, and I move towards the door and head back out to the jeep. I feel a bit disappointed, and just climb into the car in a bit of a daze. “Well fuck,” I say as I lean back in my seat, “what are we supposed to do now? Zack and I are dickless and naked, and it’s going to be hours before he even makes it out to the cabin, let alone fixes whatever happened. What if we’re stuck this way? How am I supposed to go to work on Monday without clothes?” I’m breathing heavily, on the verge of having a panic attack.

I jump slightly as Dakota puts his hand on my shoulder saying, “Don’t worry about it babe. Brandon’s an expert at this stuff. I’m sure once he’s out there, he’ll have the problem sorted in no time. Then you’ll be back to having a nice meaty dick between your legs and be back to wearing clothes.” He puts the jeep into gear and drives us back to our apartment.

I blankly stare out the window as we ride back to the apartment, trying to take my mind off my situation. My mind drifts to last night and I invariably start remembering the intense pleasure that came from our new forms. My left hand is resting in my lap, and I give a soft moan before I realize I was idly rubbing my bulge. Dakota looks over at me grinning, and I can see the bulge in his jeans is growing. “Let’s get back to the apartment first babe, then I’ll be happy to help you with your problem,” he says, and lets his hand rest on my thigh. He slides it up higher to my smooth bulge and gives it a rub.

I shudder and jerk as the pleasure runs up my spine and into my brain. My thoughts feel clouded and it’s hard to focus on anything other than his hand on my bulge. He must have kept it up the whole drive to the apartment, because when my thoughts cleared enough to be aware of my surroundings, we were parked in the parking garage attached to our building. I look around the parking garage, checking for other people. Luckily the coast is clear, at least for now. Zack and I climb out of the car and sprint over to the elevator. Dakota follows us, walking at a more normal pace.

“Come on, Dakota, hurry up before someone sees us,” Zack says, panicking slightly, trying to hide his nude crotch behind the edge of the elevator.

Dakota grins. “I don’t know, it’s kinda hot seeing you two like this.” He slows down his walk with a big shit-eating grin on his face. About 30 feet from the elevator, he stops and palms his cock through his jeans, giving off a soft moan. He starts walking again, still rubbing himself through his jeans. I can smell his arousal as he approaches. I can feel my bulge throb and I feel suddenly flush with desire. He finally comes into the elevator with Zack and I. Zack hits the button for our floor while I pull Dakota into a tight embrace. I start kissing Dakota, grinding my bulge against his muscular thigh. I feel another set of arms wrap around me, as Zack comes up behind me and starts kissing my neck. I can feel his hot bulge pressing against my ass.

Before we can do much more though, the elevator dings and the doors open on our floor. We turn to get off and come face to face with our neighbor, Mark. He is blushing as he sees us, but then he glances down and sees that Zack and I are naked and dickless. He seems to blush harder and I can smell his arousal. We step past him and head down towards the apartment. He stammers something as he steps onto the elevator, but I hardly hear it as we make our way down the hall, still grabbing and kissing one another as we go.

Zack unlocks the door and pulls Dakota and I inside. As soon as I’m across the threshold, I’m pulling Dakota’s jeans down. His big thick cock springs up, smacking me gently in the face, provoking a moan from me. I’m dimly aware of Zack pushing the door closed before he’s pulling Dakota’s shirt up and licking and sucking on his nipples. I use my tongue to guide Dakota’s cock into my mouth, sliding it straight down my throat. I moan around it as it runs along my tongue. The ridge of his cock head slides down into my throat, hitting an extremely sensitive spot on the inside of my mouth that sends a surge of pleasure through my body. I start pumping my face up and down the length of his huge cock, enjoying his moans of pleasure.

With the two of us going at it, I can feel Dakota’s balls pulling up tight already. I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and give it a couple strokes until he’s right on the very edge of cumming. His balls are tight and I can feel his cock swelling further, then I tighten my grip around the base of his dick and give it a twist, popping his cock free. His moans of pleasure turn into frustration. His blank crotch is pulsing and spasming as he orgasms, however without a cock, the orgasm that was focused within his cock suddenly spreads throughout his whole body. His knees go weak and he leans back against the wall behind him.

I take the cock and attach it to my own body and give it a few strokes, relishing the pleasurable sensations as they spread throughout my body. The cock is still slick with my spit and I push my hips forward, raising Dakota’s legs as I do. I press the head of my cock against his tight hole. He moans in pleasure as I slowly push inside of him. Zack stands over Dakota, putting his smooth bulge in my face. I start kissing and gently sucking at his bulge with my mouth as I get my cock in Dakota’s ass to the root.

The three of us are all moaning as I start thrusting in and out of Dakota’s quivering hole. I quickly work my way into a nice rhythm, my thick shaft rubbing against his prostate. Zack kneels, making out with me as I plow Dakota’s hole. He places his asshole above Dakota’s face and starts moaning as Dakota starts rimming him. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Zack reach down, and gets a grip on the base of my cock. I look him in the eyes, and he grins at me, plotting to repeat to me what I did to Dakota. I don’t fight him, letting him take a tight grip around it. I lean into him, my head on his shoulder as I groan and gasp with effort.

“Do it,” I whisper as I feel my balls boiling. I can feel the first spurt of cum running up my cock just as Zack pops it off. The cum dribbles out the end as my mind is overwhelmed with the orgasmic pleasure, coursing through every nerve in my body. I sit back on my heels drifting on the orgasmic high and watch as Zack takes the disembodied cock and keeps fucking Dakota with it, using it like a dildo. Dakota is still rimming Zack’s hole, but his moans are starting to reach a crescendo. Dakota’s moans are more desperate before he lets out a deep groan of pleasure. I can see his bulge throbbing and spasming and his ass clenching rhythmically around the cock buried in his hole.

The cock slides out of Dakota’s well used hole with a wet schlorp. Zack takes it and sets it on the floor standing upright. He shifts and kneels above the cock, and sits down on it, letting the massive schlong slide into his tight hole. His eyes roll back into his head and he leans back as a long deep moan escapes from his lips. I shift forward, making out with him as he fucks himself on the massive dick. I reach down rubbing his flat bulge as he rides. The heat from his bulge is intense. Dakota comes over and joins us in making out, his hands roaming over Zack’s body. With all the attention focused on him, Zack doesn’t last much longer and he shudders. His legs collapse beneath him, but Dakota catches him as the orgasm wracks his body. The cock slips from his hole, spewing cum onto the floor. The three of us collapse into a heap, holding each other as we drift off to sleep.

I wake up several hours later, still tangled up in the arms and legs of the others and enjoying the warmth of the others. They start to stir as I start to shift myself a bit. I give them each a chaste kiss, and we disentangle ourselves. I pick the soft cock up off the floor and set it on the kitchen counter. I grab a couple of damp towels and wipe up the half-dried cum off the floor.

Dakota meanwhile, fishes his phone out of his jeans. “Hey guys, there’s a text from Brandon. He says he found the spot and is working to fix it. He already found that the naked part was temporary, so he wasn’t worried about that. It should wear off before tomorrow morning.”

“Well, that’s great news. How long ago was that?” I ask, curious.

“Ummm, three hours ago. Geez, we must have been asleep for quite a while.”

Zack gets up and heads into the bathroom. I look back at the counter and the cock is still sitting there, untouched. I grin thinking he might need that. I pick it up and walk over towards the bathroom door while I continue talking to Dakota. “Was there any other news from him?”

“Just that he stopped the uncontrolled flow of magic, and is working on something to fix the problems.”

I go to knock on the bathroom door, but just before I knock, the door swings open. Zack is slightly startled to see me there and sees the cock in my hand. He looks back at my face and says, “Well, I guess I didn’t need that. I had forgotten it but I sat down not even thinking about it and, well I was able to take a piss without it.”

“Well that’s some good news. At least we’ll be able to get on with at least a bit of normalcy until Brandon can get everything fixed.”

The three of us move over to the couch and sit down. I’m in the middle with Dakota on my right and Zack on my left. Dakota grabs the remote and turns on the TV. The news is covering some story about men being changed somehow, their bodies altered by what they’re calling a strange plague. The three of us exchange a knowing look, and flip to something more amusing. I lay my head on Dakota’s shoulder.

That text from Brandon was the last we ever heard from him. We learned over the next few weeks that he had tried to fix things and did the best he could. Turns out it is exceedingly difficult to undo magic of this nature, especially when it gets out of control. The magic had already spread very wide before he stopped it, but worst the magic seemed to spread from person to person, soon infecting nearly everyone on the planet.

By the next morning everyone was able to wear clothes again, though while dickless clothes never did feel right to wear. The changes were never quite as rapid or intense as that first night, but with their first orgasm after being infected by the magic, each and every man’s cock became detachable, though they retained feeling in the detached cock. So, we were unique in that regard. It became normal for bottoms to go dickless during sex, as when a top came in the bottom’s ass, if the bottom had a cock, it would shrink by about an inch, transferring the length to the top. The transfer was never a perfect 1-to-1 transfer though, so there would always be a bit lost in the process.

After the initial panic subsided, particularly in the gay community, life got more or less back to normal. Some men would wear their cock all the time, while others would leave it detached most of the time. Nearly every man, gay or straight had sucked themselves off at least once. Bottoms often advertised that they didn’t have a cock by wearing incredibly tight clothes, to show that they were ready to get fucked at a moment’s notice.

We were never able to separate our cocks. Zack never seemed broken up about it, and rarely asked to use our shared dick. Dakota and I would frequently trade off with the dick, taking turns fucking each other. Though, Dakota tended to keep the cock attached, and left me to hang out dickless most of the time. Not that I minded much. The three of us remained close for many years to come.

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