New Beginnings, ch. 2

Colin’s heart was a jackhammer in his chest.  Sitting on Russ’s large leather sofa, the trembling young man felt like he’d just spent an hour on the treadmill.  He still didn’t know why he’d even agreed to come over to his friend’s house and chalked it up to the stress over whatever was happening to his body.  He kept telling himself he wasn’t really going to cross the line with another guy, but now, sitting inches away from his beefy friend, that resolve was quickly fading.  

“Seriously, buddy, relax,” Russ laughed, watching the glass of whiskey shake in Colin’s hand.  He sat back on the couch, a heavy arm draped over the top in the younger man’s direction.  “It’s alright...we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”  

Colin shook his head and took a sip.  “I don’t even know what that is at the moment,” he sighed, looking down at the tufts of curly brown hair pushing out through his opened polo.  “Sorry man, this is just a lot all at once.”  

“What is it that freaks you out so much about that?  Other than it coming on so sudden...it’s just some hair.  What’s the big deal?”  

“I just never thought I’d be one of those furry guys,” Colin said, squirming.  “None of the guys in my family are like that...it’s just everywhere.  There’s no hiding it!”  He ran a hand over an increasingly hair-covered bicep, lifting his shirt sleeve to show how the hair spilled around it.  

“So?  Do you WANT to hide it?”  Russ did the same, popping the buttons of his shirt down to the navel to show off the dense, dark carpet covering his burly torso.  

Colin blushed as he felt his cock throb at the sight.  “I don’t mean...it’s not a bad look for YOU.  You’re a fuckin’ beast, man.  But I’m not built like that.”  He reached down and lifted the polo, peeling out of the tight shirt entirely before motioning to his trim, athletic build.  The hair had grown into a silky forest, obscuring his chiseled pecs and washboard abs.  “I just look weird!  You can’t even see any of my definition.”  

“You can always get bigger,” Russ said, his eyes traveling up and down Colin’s tapering torso.  The younger man shifted in his seat, not sure how to feel as he pictured himself inflated to Russ’s bulky proportions.  “Or just shave.”  

“My chest, maybe,” Colin sighed.  “Look at my shoulders...it’s starting to spread to my back.”  

Russ let his hand shift from the back of the couch to his friend’s shoulder, his stubby fingers gliding across the sprouting patches of hair.  He pushed Colin forward, leaning over to get a better look at the wispy hints just starting to appear between the shoulder blades.  “So it is,” he said, letting his hand linger before pulling it away.  “How about this,” he said, undoing the rest of his shirt and turning away.  He could feel Colin’s eyes on his broad back, the muscles flexing as he worked the shirt free and tossed it aside.  “Go ahead.  Touch it.”  

“Uh…” Colin’s hand shook as he reached forward, his hand hovering inches from Russ’s solid, furry back.  

“Seriously, go on,” the older man said encouragingly, leaning back to make contact.  

Colin laughed awkwardly, tentatively sliding his hand through the dark carpet. It wasn’t as thick as the coating on Russ’s plump pecs, but it was enough for his fingers to slip under as he felt the firm muscle underneath.  He set his drink down, one hand becoming a roving pair that traveled up and down the other man’s wide body.  

“See?” Russ grinned over his shoulder.  “Not so bad, right?”  

“Not, uh, not bad at all,” Colin stammered.  His disappointment when Russ pulled away was short lived, as one of his friend’s meaty paws found its way to his own furry body.  He held back a gasp but couldn’t do anything about the goosebumps when Russ’s roving hand started kneading his pecs and slowly twisted the hair running down his abs.  

“And how’s that feel,” the older man asked, his deep voice a low growl.  

“Pr...pretty good,” Colin panted as Russ’s hand rested on the waist of his pants, their bare torsos inches apart.  He knew this was his last chance to walk away.  If things went any further, there’d be no going back.  

Russ waited a moment before undoing Colin’s belt, smiling at the young stud’s nervousness.  For someone who’d bragged so often about his prowess in the bedroom, the young man was shaking like a virgin teen.  He undid the button and slid Colin’s zipper down, spreading the pants open to reveal the tented black boxer briefs beneath.  “How about this,” he asked, kneading the other man’s aching cock through the soft cotton before fishing it free.  

Colin groaned, wide-eyed with surprise as Russ leaned forward and swallowed his rigid pole.  One hand clutched at the hair on the older man’s back while the other stroked lovingly through Russ’s thinning scalp.  The sight of the older man’s rippling, hairy back and shoulders flexing as he bobbed his head on the throbbing organ was nearly enough to make Colin cum on its own.  The younger man whimpered, hit with a flood of confusing desires.  

“Oohhh...oh fuck…” he moaned, lifting Russ’s head free.  The older man sat up and grinned as Colin’s glistening, spit-slick cock stood proudly between them.  

He reached down and grabbed the long, twitching member.  “So far so good?” 

Colin opened his mouth to speak but instead lunged forward, shoving his tongue into Russ’s mouth.  Any remaining hesitation fled the instant their tongues made contact, his old instincts forcing through the nerves.  He pushed Russ down on the couch, pressing their hairy chests together in a tangle of muscle and fur while his friend’s hands slipped into the back of his underwear.  He pumped his hips, grinding his cock into Russ’s stomach as the older man kneaded his perky bubble.  Colin felt his pants and underwear being pushed down, but it only drove him on.  

“You weren’t just bragging,” Russ purred, kissing Colin’s neck as the younger man rolled his hips in rhythmic fashion.  “That’s not a bad technique….let me show you mine.”  Colin yelped in surprise when, in one quick motion, Russ flipped them over, pinning the young jock beneath him.  With the ease of a season pro, Russ had his pants open and his fat, solid cock free.  

Now it was the younger man’s turn to knead Russ’s plump, furry cheeks, working his friend’s pants down until their naked bodies writhed against each other.  Russ ground their cocks together, pumping and thrusting in short, quick jabs and long, deep plunges.  

Colin had never felt anything like it.  The sensation of Russ’s heavy, furry body on top of his own turned him on more than he ever could have imagined.  All of the plentiful sex he’d had in his young life paled in comparison to what he was feeling now.  The excessive hairs that he’d been dreading were like antennas for pleasure, amplifying the already blissful sensations until he found himself rolling over.  

“You sure,” Russ asked, using his oozing rod’s natural lubricant as he lined himself up.  

“Yu...yes...do it…” Colin begged, burying his face against the couch as Russ lifted his trim hips.  He didn’t have time to think about the fact that he’d just asked another man to fuck him before Russ plunged inside.  The leather cushion absorbed most of Colin’s scream, his fingers digging in so deep they nearly tore through.  His friend’s wide, solid organ felt like it was splitting him open as Russ slowly pumped his hips to loosen him up.  

The impaled young man forced himself to relax, focusing instead on how wonderful Russ’s burly, hairy chest felt pressed against his back.  The older man’s pecs were simultaneously soft and solid, the silky forest providing a smooth buffer for the ample muscle underneath.  

“OOHHHHH….oh yeah...ohhh yeeeaaaa….fuck, man...this is...holy shit…” Colin gasped into the sofa as the pain subsided, leaving only the mind-numbing pleasure.  

Russ’s tone was smug as he began thrusting in earnest.  “We haven’t even gotten started.”

“FFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK….!  FFuuunnnhh….oaaaoohhhh….fuck me….fuuuucckkk meeee…” Colin bellowed, his body shaking from the assault.  The constant vocalization caught the young man off guard.  Other than the occasional groan or moan he was usually silent during sex.  Now he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.  “Yes...yessss...yes….yes...fuuuuuuck yes...harder...give it to me...harder…” Not only was he being fucked by another man, he was begging for it.  

And Russ was only too happy to comply.  The burly bear slammed into Colin like a piston, the young man’s lustful cries ringing through the house until he gave one last, grunting wail.  Russ laughed as Colin gasped and spasmed beneath him, the young man experiencing an orgasm without working his cock for the first time.  

“It only gets better from here,” Russ whispered in Colin’s ear as he finished, filling the young man’s virgin insides.  

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“Oh...oh wow,” Colin laughed sleepily when he opened his eyes on Russ’s furry pecs.  He was half-draped over his friend, their legs tangled together.  The sensation of his solid cock digging into the other man’s side told him their frenzied night hadn’t been a dream.  They’d gone at it for hours before finally collapsing in Russ’s bed.  

“Mmm...mornin’ stud,” Russ yawned, giving Colin a peck on the forehead as his eyes struggled open.  “Damn, kid...you wore me out last night.”  

“You’re one to talk...I think my ass is gonna be sore for a week.”  

“Not bad for an old man, right?”  Russ flexed a brawny arm as he said it, reaching down with the other one to squeeze Colin’s perky rear.  “Whoa…” 

“What?”  Colin asked, clearing his throat.  “Damn...my voice is all fucked up this morning.”  

“Probably from all that screaming you did last night,” Russ said, laughing when Colin turned crimson.  “Hey, I liked it.  But it, uh, looks like you got some new growth.”  He stroked his thumbs across the now-dense swatches of fur on Colin’s shoulders and through the growing patch stretching between his friend’s shoulder blades.  There was a fuzzy new trail leading down his spine that had yet to fully blossom.  

“Fuck!”  Colin hopped out of bed and over to Russ’s mirror, wincing and blushing at the sight of his reflection.  His friend was right.  The slight patches on his shoulders had grown as thick and dense as the rest of his torso, and there was no denying that it was flowing over and down his back.  He reached around and felt the fuzzy trail leading down his spine, knowing that eventually it would grow to join the thickening layer that had spread up from his thighs to coat his perky bubble.  To make matters worse, Colin was even more humiliated at seeing much of the unwanted hair matted with dried cum.  

“You get used to that,” Russ yawned as he lumbered over, pointing out the dried patches on his own beefy frame.  “Comes right out in the shower.”  

“But...why is it still growing?!  Fuckin’ hell this is frustrating!”  

“Easy, easy….relax,” Russ said, gently rubbing Colin’s back.  

The younger man sighed, relaxing as he was told despite his fear.  The sound of Russ’s deep, commanding voice and the feeling of his friend’s strong hand didn’t leave room for anything else.  

Staring at his naked, furry body he knew something was very wrong.  He knew he shouldn’t be covered in another man’s cum, just like he knew he shouldn’t have an ass that was equal parts sore and eager for more.  He kept having visions, flashes of himself in a burly, brawny body like Russ.  He saw himself covered in muscle and hair, a thinning scalp on top of the round, full face where his sharp features should be.  Colin knew he was turning into something; he just couldn’t do anything about it.  

His concern grew as they got ready for work.  The longer he was out of bed and upright, the more Colin started to notice that something felt “off” about his body.  He kept stumbling, like his balance was thrown off, and when Russ fucked him in the shower he felt his body shaking in unaccustomed ways.  It was difficult to tell through all the hair, but staring at himself as he toweled off, Colin desperately told himself he hadn’t actually grown any larger.  

That lie became harder to maintain when he pulled on his underwear from the day before.  The perfectly fitted boxer briefs were stretched painfully tight around his thighs and rear.  He even caught Russ eyeing him curiously as he waddled to get his pants, pulling at the tight underwear.  

“Everything alright?”  The older man asked when Colin stopped with his pants below his knees.  The younger man looked pale, his eyes wide.  

“My clothes don’t...fit…” he said absently.  “My underwear feels like it’s about to go any second and my pants…” he finally forced the skinny slacks up his thighs, the fabric going so tight he couldn’t close them.  Even if he could, they left nothing to the imagination, outlining his heavy balls and snaking hose as they threatened to split open.  The same went for his polo, which was plastered around his trim waist where it usually hung loose. He couldn’t fasten the buttons at the collar at all and the already-tight sleeves felt like they were cutting off circulation.  “Do you have a scale?”  

Colin peeled out of the clothes and practically ran back to Russ’s bathroom.  He closed his eyes as he stepped up on the scale, wishing he’d never opened them when he saw the number.  “Fif...fiteen pounds.  How did I gain fifteen pounds?!” he yelled, his hoarse voice cracking.  

“If your body’s pumping out extra hormones it makes sense.  It looks like it’s muscle, at least,” Russ said, eyeing his friend.  “Give me a flex.”  Colin blushed, but did as he was told.  “Yeah, bud.  We’ve worked out together enough that I can say those guns are definitely bigger.”  

“But...I don’t want to get bigger!  I like the way I look!”  

“I’m biased, but I think you’d look hot as hell with some extra meat on these bones,” Russ said, spinning Colin to face him so he could plant another kiss on the confused young man.  

Colin relaxed in his friend’s embrace again, still not sure why he wasn’t rushing to the hospital.  Instead, he followed Russ around the bedroom, pulling on a pair of his friend’s briefs while the other man looked for something he could wear.  He felt ridiculous.  Instead of too tight, he swam in Russ’s borrowed clothing.  The light grey underwear was looser than his boxer briefs normally were, and he felt like a kid wearing his dad’s clothes in the baggy pants and billowing shirt.  

But despite the embarrassment, there was an underlying thrill at the thought of wearing Russ’s clothes.  His friend’s words were echoing in his head, and the image of himself as a burly, hairy beefcake straining against the large clothing was more vivid than ever.  

He tried to lose himself in his work when they got to the office, but focus was impossible.  His skin itched from the growing hair and his muscles ached from the night before.  He squirmed in his seat, trying not to think about Russ’s thick cock sliding in and out of him for hours on end.  As the morning wore on, he could think about little else.  

“Fuck!  What the hell am I doing…” Colin hissed quietly when he caught himself kneading his solid cock through his borrowed pants at his desk.  He’d been staring at the same spreadsheet for the past two hours, his mind constantly wandering back to the previous night after only a few keystrokes.  He was horrified as he looked down at the damp spot on his thigh, having no idea how long he’d been at it.  The fact that he was about to blow was the only thing that made him notice in the first place.  

He sat, taking deep breaths until he was soft and grabbed a stack of folders to cover the damp spot.  He was on the edge of panic and needed to go talk to Russ.  He knew his friend could calm him down.  

“Oh...oh god…” as he stood and stretched, Colin had second thoughts about Russ’s abilities.  The clothes that had been so loose just hours before were significantly tighter.  They weren’t plastered on like when Russ wore them, but the terrified young man wasn’t swimming in them the way he should be.  He dropped back into his chair, a wave of dizziness washing over him as he thought back on the previous few days.  He clung to the memory of himself as he should be: lean, shredded and smooth.  Thinking back on his trim, athletic body and clean-shaven face felt like a lifetime ago, not less than a week.  He stared down at the patches of hair on the backs of his hands and the way his expanding thighs pressed towards each other as he sat, feeling like he was trapped in a stranger’s body.   “What’s happening to me?!”