I Heard He's Out of the Closet

Brad rolled his eyes as he watched the wiry young man trotting on the treadmill at the opposite end of the gym.  The lean brunette’s whipcord frame was a far cry from his own sculpted proportions, lacking the athletic bulk he’d worked so hard to build over the years.  The loping man was thin and shapeless, looking sharp and pointy compared to the dark-haired hunk’s muscled curves.  Brad’s shoulders were broad and round, his pecs plump and prominent, both combining to give his strapping torso a noticeable taper in the direction of his tight, trim waist. His arms and legs were proportionally chiseled, with neither set looking too large nor too small against the rest of his precision-crafted build as they hung exposed from his draping muscle shirt and loose shorts, respectively.  He shook his head and gave the equally ripped meathead next to him a slap on an exposed bicep, his tone disgusted.  “Can you believe David still has the fuckin’ nerve to show up here?”

“Right?  Who the fuck does he think he is,” Luke grunted.  Other than his lighter shade of chocolate hair, he could have passed for Brad’s twin.  Their outfits were simply color swaps of each other, both had the same square-jawed, boy-next-door features capping their impressive builds, and, at the moment, each bore the same scowling expression.  “Dude’s gonna make a big deal of ‘coming out’ and then still show up here like everything’s cool?”

“Guess we were right about all that shit we gave him back in high school,” Brad laughed, fondly recalling the shouted slurs and rough locker shoves he and Luke had provided David with a few years prior.

“Long as he keeps his gay ass on THAT side of the gym and outta the locker room we’ll be cool,” Luke spat, his head falling back on his shoulders at a sudden realization.  “Fuck, dude…you don’t think he’ll be at the Halloween party this weekend, do you?”

“Bro, there’s like two hundred people in this town.  Of course he’ll be at the party,” Brad said, clapping Luke on the back.  “Just think of it as an opportunity to revisit the good ol’ days.”

“Yeah, but I was gonna rock my Thor outfit without a shirt…I don’t want him eye-fucking me all night,” Luke groaned.  “And you know he’ll be all over your skin-tight Captain America suit.  Better keep that shield handy.”

The dark-haired hunk laughed and shrugged.  “Whatever.  If he wants to look that bad, we’ll just make sure he pays for it later.  Doesn’t mean we can’t still have a good time,” he said, reaching back out to give Luke’s meaty rear a swat.  “Besides…I heard the real reason you’re so uptight about gay dudes is because you’re a big ol’ closet case.”

The brawny brunette gasped, his head spinning as the stinging at his rear transformed into a pleasantly lingering tingle.  Luke felt like he was falling in slow motion as he turned to glare at Brad, a sudden lifetime of repressed desire surging through him all at once.  The men working out around him, men he’d never thought about as anything other than peers, punching bags, or potential competitors, flared to life as bright beacons of arousal, his cock twitching at the musky, muggy aroma that he secretly longed for.  “What…what did you just say,” he sputtered, his stomach fluttering as he looked at his handsome friend.

Brad blinked and shook his head, looking momentarily confused.  “What?  I said we’d still have fun at the party.”

Luke’s heart was racing, the sound of his friend’s deep voice causing his suddenly-remembered fantasies to surface.  The brunette jock blushed and bit back a groan as he thought about how many times he’d jerked off to the memory of Brad’s naked body in the locker room, or the blessed, skin-to-skin contact when they were ‘horsing around.’  “No, I mean the part about me being a closet case.  And fuck you, dude!  I heard the reason you give David such a hard time is ‘cause you’re so hot for the dude you can’t stand it.”

It was Brad’s turn to gasp.  The dark-haired stud went pale, then a ruddy crimson as he turned to stare at the wiry man on the treadmill, a pang of longing punching through him.  He didn’t know what Luke was talking about, or how he’d learned.  Brad didn’t remember saying anything just then about his friend being in the closet, it was just something everyone knew, but his own hidden lust for the smaller man should have been a secret.  The strapping hunk spent nearly every night stroking himself while fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to, and have done to him by, David.  Every time he’d been with a girl he’d been picturing the cute little man’s tight frame beneath him, not their soft curves, pretending that it was David’s firm little bubble he thrust in and out of.  He forced his eyes away as his cock started twitching in his shorts, feeling a similar attraction for his friend and the men around him, though to a much lesser degree.  “That’s…that’s not…” he sputtered, his face turning a deeper shade of flustered red when he saw the way Luke’s eyes were glued to his chest.  “Bro, what the fuck?  You’re practically drooling, dude,” he barked, eager to change the subject.  “You want me to take my top off?  Show you my tits?  Here…this better?”

Luke couldn’t look away as Brad slipped out of his muscle shirt.  He knew he was openly ogling the other man, that his friend was taunting him with his body, but it turned him on as much as it grated against his inflated ego.  And he knew he wasn’t alone.  Neither of them would say it out loud, but Luke was well aware that Brad would enjoy a similar view just as much.  “You wish,” he spat, peeling out of his own shirt and flexing his impressively sculpted pecs.  He caught the flash of hunger in his friend’s eyes as he puffed out the smooth, prominent mounds, the recognition of their mutual, unspoken desire sending a shiver through him.  “This is what they’re supposed to look like, bud.”

“If you say so,” Brad shrugged, though he didn’t look away.  “I heard about how much work you’ve put into getting jacked for your Thor outfit, but I’m not trying to get huge like that.”

“Fuck!”  Luke staggered and nearly fell at the crushing weight that draped itself over him without warning.  It was as if gravity had increased its hold on him, and as he forced his blurry eyes back to the mirrored wall, he suddenly understood why.  He was huge.  He managed to look up in time to catch the last of the inflation, watching as his now-massive shoulders settled as a pair of heaping cannonballs on either side of his mountainous new pecs.  The juicy slab rested on the cresting pile of muscle that had become his ‘roid gut, and the shorts that had once been loose were now plastered to his thick, meaty lower half.  “What…but I…did I really…” Luke stammered, his eyes wide as he gawked at the way his piston arms now hung at an angle from his ripped, excessive build.  Just like the recently acquired fantasies, the addled meathead now remembered spending countless hours lifting, eating, and cycling in an effort to bulk up, piling on the shredded, striated mass until his athletic frame had nearly doubled in size.

“I’m not sayin’ it’s a bad look,” Brad quickly added.  “All that meat’s just not my thing.”

Luke shook his head and raised an eyebrow as he turned his attention back to his friend.  “Really?  Then how come I heard so much about all that time you’ve put into building up America’s Ass?  Can you even fit those things in the costume?”

Brad could only groan as he felt the pressure at his lower back.  He watched it happen in the mirror, his firm, proportional bubble inflating like a pair of balloons until the cheeks were dramatically oversized compared to the rest of him.  Like Luke, his shorts were now tight and straining around the supple, heaping melons, and Brad’s stomach dropped at the sudden memories of how they bounced and shook and clapped with the slightest motion.  The rest of his Adonis-like physique had already been close to the necessary comic book proportions for his costume, but he’d wanted to keep up with his on-screen counterpart so, as with his friend, he’d spent countless hours on his aching glutes.  The pillowy globes caught everyone’s attention and spilled out of everything he owned, at least the articles that could still even attempt to contain them, but Brad kept it growing.  “What do you care? Why are you so interested in my ass in the first place, bro,” the bottom-heavy jock asked, already forgetting that he’d ever existed without the colossal cakes.  “Pretty gay the way you perv out over dudes’ asses…but I heard you need a big one to handle that massive hammer of yours.”

Luke gave a guttural grunt, feeling like someone punched him in the balls as he watched his already-girthy package swell against his shorts.  There’d already been a noticeable bulge since they’d tightened, and that fat lump grew to look like a grapefruit had been wedged between his trunk-like thighs.  Instead of the boxer briefs he’d been wearing, the elastic bands of a jockstrap were now clearly outlined against the straining bottoms, the wide band of which was visible as the now-heavy package weighed down the front of the shorts.  Luke had always been proud of his above-average endowment, but now he recalled strutting around the locker room with an oversized banana swaying proudly on display, even as he pictured all the meaty, masculine rears he wanted to thrust it into.  “Yo, it’s not gay if you’re not the one taking it,” he barked defensively, even as his mouth watered at the sight of Brad’s bouncing new bottom.  “And if you wanna talk about gay shit, I heard you spent a ton of money on that blonde dye job and all the tanning.”

Brad’s eyes went wide as he watched his raven hair lighten to a lustrous gold, his pale, olive skin taking on an uninterrupted bronze.  After a lifetime of sporting jet-black hair he blushed at how different the combination made him look, at least while the brief moment of awareness lasted, and how the lightened hair and glowing skin accentuated his pretty-boy features while Luke looked more rugged than ever.  “I’m going for authenticity,” Brad said, his tone defiant as he adjusted his golden crop in the mirror.  “And why are you giving me shit?  All I did was dye mine…I heard you spent months growing that beard and letting your hair get long before you dyed yours.”

Luke felt like ants were crawling all over his face and scalp as a lush, golden beard sprouted from his wide jaw.  At the same time, his chocolate locks took on a matching yellow lustre as his short hair thickened and lengthened until it reached his broad shoulders.  The inflated mountain of a man blinked at his reflection for a moment, taking in their now mismatched frames as the memory of the matching jocks vanished for good.  “Yeah, but a beard ain’t gay,” he laughed, stroking a meaty hand through the bushy hair that tickled the top of his chest.

Brad laughed louder, his supple cheeks rippling as he tossed his head back and folded his arms in the process.  “Sure it isn’t.  Tell that to David.  I heard the dude loves how it feels on his back when you’re givin’ it to him.  Sounds real straight, bro.”

Luke squirmed at the sudden memory of the smaller man writhing on all fours in front of him, his broadened bulk dwarfing David as he draped himself on top and thrust his imposing girder between the wiry man’s surprisingly adaptable cheeks.  “Like you can say shit!  I heard you hit that ass just as much as I do, but at least I don’t huff the dude’s shorts in the process.”

An encompassing wave of contentment washed over the flustered, bottom-heavy blonde as his memories shifted to finally include him and David together in the real world as opposed to his fantasies, but he blushed at the addition of the smaller man’s sweat-soaked briefs pressed against his face while he rolled his heavy hips.  Brad could feel his cock starting to harden at the mere thought of it, the musky aroma of the gym a mild precursor to the rank bouquet that he greedily huffed from the source whenever possible.  A part of him wanted to deny Luke’s accusation, but a bigger part wanted to stretch his friend’s sweaty jock over his pretty face and savor the salty, sweaty deliciousness.  “I mean, how could you?  I heard you’re too busy tossin’ him around to do much else.  Dude likes it rough.”

Luke grinned at the image of David thrown over his shoulder, and at the way his brawny arms could so effortlessly manhandle the thin twink.  He saw himself pinning David down, the other man’s ecstatic whimpers bouncing off the walls while his beard tickled the lean thighs and he worked the wiry brunette’s cock with his tongue.  With their mismatched size Luke always had to be careful not to take things too far, but that’s what he had Brad for.  Instead of balking at his friend’s statement he reached out and gave the other man’s fattened rear a squeeze.  “He sure does.  Just wish I wasn’t afraid of breakin’ him.  But I heard you’re always happy to throw down when I really need to blow off some steam.”

Brad’s twitching cock went fully hard as his years of “horsing around” with Luke turned into something else entirely.  He still remembered the two of them wrestling and writhing together, only now there was an added edge, a competition to see which of them would come out on top and which of them would be the “gay” one who ended up taking the other.  He did his best to win, moreso to maintain his bragging rights than anything else, but Brad was well aware that neither of them really lost.  “Bro, you always need to blow off steam.  I heard you’re constantly ready to swing that hammer.  Everyone in town is used to seeing your hard dick at this point.”

Luke blushed as his enlarged cock shot to attention, the bulbous head poking up above the waist of his jock and shorts as it wedged against his muscle gut.  He had a flash of crushing embarrassment, but it passed as he saw himself strutting around town with a near-constant tent in whatever bottoms he wore.  Given the new size of his hefty log there was no concealing the rigid club, though fortunately no one seemed to react with anything other than amusement.  “I can’t help it if I’ve got more than enough to go around.  But at least I have an excuse…I heard you just can’t keep your clothes on unless you absolutely have to.”

Brad winced internally as he felt his shorts begin to shift and change shape.  Instead of reaching almost to his knees, they now stopped at the top of his thighs, leaving the top and bottom thirds of his ass entirely on display.  At the same time, it left his prominent whale tail jutting out of the back, while the front of his thong was just barely visible as the low-riding shorts sat beneath his shredded obliques.  Like Luke’s exposed cock, Brad now saw himself scampering around town in nothing but similar variations of the revealing bottoms, while he wore nothing at all at home, even when other people were around.  Even the full-body Captain America costume he’d planned on wearing had become nothing but a pair of blue and red briefs with a shield on the front of the pouch.  “If I’ve got it, I’m sure as fuck gonna flaunt it,” Brad said, sounding more proud than bashful.  “Are you jealous?  I heard you’re just a stupid himbo beneath that beard and all that muscle…maybe you should join me?”

Luke felt like someone had removed a stopper in his brain.  All at once his thoughts seemed to slow, his attention unable to focus on anything other than his scantily clad friend and the frustrating ache from his monster cock and churning balls.  “Am not!” he barked, puffing out his chest.  “Even if I was, you’re way dumber!  At least I don’t need David to take care of me.  I heard you’re just an idiot jock with more cum than brains.”

Brad swooned as the world around him lost a chunk of its meaning.  As he blinked and shook his head, the symbols on the walls that he knew to be letters became indecipherable, as did the numerical markings on the plates and dumbbells around him.  It felt wrong, but the throb that pulsed through his cock outpaced his dread.  All he knew for sure was that he was painfully horny and that Luke was laughing at him.  “Fuck you!” he barked, unable to keep himself from shoving his friend.  It was an impulse, and if he’d had even a fraction of his former self left, Brad would have realized that impulses were what dictated his actions.  “S’not funny!”

Luke quickly regained his footing and shoved back, egging his horny, handsome friend on.  “Yeah?  What’re you gonna do about it, bro?  Think that fat ass can take me?”

Brad actually liked the way his inflated ass bounced and rippled as they tussled, not that he caught the insult anyway.  His frustration was quickly turning into an eager amusement as he and Luke went through their normal foreplay, forgetting entirely that they were in a public space.  He wanted to pin the bearded hunk down, strip his jockstrap free, and then suck on the sweaty underwear while he plowed the beefy stud and David watched.  Or maybe he’d suck on Luke’s jock and plow David instead, just so long as he wasn’t the “gay” one in the scenario.

“Guys!  Come on!”  The grunting, groping meatheads came to an abrupt stop at David’s stern voice.  Luke’s shorts were around his thighs, his jockstrap doing nothing to conceal that fat log that jutted from the side of the pouch, while Brad’s lower half was entirely bare.  People stared, but fortunately for all of them no one reacted the way they should have.  “I leave you guys alone to jog on the treadmill and you immediately make a scene,” the smaller man sighed.

“He started it,” Brad barked, standing in place as David pulled his shorts and thong back into place as best he could around his rigid cock.

“I was just playin’” Luke said, sounding sheepish.  He reached out and tousled David’s hair even as the thin little man glared up at him.

“You know how he gets,” the lean brunette spat, pulling out from under Luke’s meaty paw.  “I know it’s a lot for you, but I need you to help keep an eye on him when I’m not around.  You guys can play like this at home, but not at the gym.  Keep this up and we won’t go to the Halloween party this weekend.”

“He’s still the gay one,” Brad huffed, oblivious to the way David talked about him like he wasn’t there.

The smaller man put a hand on each of their chests when he saw how Luke tensed.  “I’M the gay one, alright?  Does that make both of you feel better?”  He rolled his eyes at the look of obvious relief on each of their faces, grinning despite himself.  “Okay, let’s just get out of here before you guys get us in trouble.  I heard we’re in for some fun when we get home.”