tomgungy:

People always got a certain way around me that I didn’t ever quite get myself.

Take, for instance, my boss today. I had wanted to talk to him about getting time off for my brother’s wedding As I knew that the boss could be quite the stickler for off time, however, I was prepared to fight for it.

Though, no sooner had I entered the office that I was promised all the time I needed. I was then invited to sit down, the boss smiling at me. As I sat across from him he started t shift around nervously. He ended up in awkward position with his foot up on the desk and his right hand at his face. His left hand covered his crotch for some reason.

He started talking to me about relationships between employees, professionalism, and the nature of attraction. I thought this was some sort of reprimand until I saw his eyes were fixed on mine. That was never good. The hand that had previously covered his groin caressed it. His right index finger now toyed with his mouth, bringing thoughts of a sexual nature to mind.

I saw that all intelligent thought was lost as his words transformed to grunts and moans. He was now consumed by lust as they always were, and as always I was the gentleman in the only way I knew how. I let him continue to look into my eyes as he pawed at his crotch.

I never understand why they get that way, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be polite about it.

I did it! I made it to the bottom of my Likes in one day, all the way down to December of 2015 and this hot story.

lixpex:

Wayne the Wizard has cast his annual Halloween spell at the frat party, making all the boys turn into their costumes for the evening. Oh, and making them all gay, and extremely horny.

So instead of two bright, promising college students, we now have a horny gay cowboy and a brainless, horny surfer dude. Wayne’s getting all the video cameras set up – the real festivities are about to begin.

It’s that time of year again to wish I could go to parties like this.

Source: guysineedtofck

hyphyphurray:

“You feel it too, don’t you bro?” my roommate said, pointing at me.

“Feel what?” I asked. “And what’s with all this sports equipment in here? And when did you start working out?”

I had come home to my formerly nerdy roommate in his underwear, rubbing his hands up and down his washboard abs- abs that he had never had before. Josh had been a geek like me as long as I’d known him; it’s why we moved in together in the first place. And now suddenly he was sporting “duh” face and calling me bro? What was going on? I felt lightheaded.

“There it is,” he grinned. “Right on schedule.”

“There what is?” I asked, frustrated. “Why are you acting like some dumb jerk-off jock?”

I think I needed to sit down.

“Dude, you won’t be so harsh in a bit when you join me,” Josh said.

“Join you in what?” I said, slurring my words slightly. My head felt like it was filling with cotton.

“Jockland!” he laughed, clapping his hands together. “It’s already happening. Where’s your shirt, bro?”

I realized that I was shirtless. I looked down to see my formerly scrawny frame slowly inflating, and a new treasure trail snaking its way down to my crotch.

“Dude…” I managed. “But… what?”

“Yeah man,” Josh said, rubbing the bulge in his underwear. “Stroke it like the jockboy you are.”

I realized that my hand had made its way to my crotch, my suddenly throbbing member aching to be released. I felt a dopey grin make its way onto my face.

“Fuck man,” I said, my voice deeper and duller than I remembered. “I feel like I’m getting dumber and shit…”

I could feel my hair spiking up with gel as a five o’clock shadow filled in. My pecs were sore, and I felt just… fucking bigger. Slower.

“Remember that guy I made fun of on campus for being a dumb jock?” Josh asked grinning at me. “Well, he sent me this canister of some kind of air spray that went off when I opened it….”

My biceps were swelling. I was getting fucking hot!

“And I guess there was still enough left in the air for you too, man, hah!”

My head was swimming. This was… wrong. Josh and I weren’t some meathead jocks… We were… smart, and… and….

“Breathe deep, bro.”

Something… in the air. It smelled… musky or something. My cock twitched.

“No!” I yelled. “I don’t want to be some dumb frat boy!”

“Too late for that man!“ Josh said, standing up and walking over to me. “I had it all wrong- being a dumb jock is awesome!”

Josh got down on his knees and yanked down my jeans.

“Dude! What the fuck-?”

I broke into a moan as Josh took my cock in his mouth. My hand rubbed my new, toned pecs as I arched my neck.

“Fuck bro,” I said. “That feels so good.”

Any resistance I had still managed to hold onto evaporated. I grabbed the back of Josh’s head with my new larger hands. His head bobbed up and down on my new enlarged member.

“Yeah man,” I growled. “Suck my fat, jockboy cock.” 

I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths as my roommate put his new slack-jawed “duh” face to work.

I wonder if this can be made into a scented candle for an afternoon’s transformation?