Threesome of TFs: Robbie and Draco (1)

This story is inspired by the picture here.

Robbie adjusted his bathing suit while he glared at me, annoyed. I just sipped from my vodka lemonade and dodged his eyes.

“So where the hell is everybody?” he asked. “You said the party started at 11.” It was well past noon.

“On… their... way,” I said, emphasizing each word and then slurping my drink loudly. I pulled out my phone and busied myself with it. With all that beef exposed in front of me, that sexy chest hair, that beard I just wanted to bury my face in and nibble on, it was really hard to seem uninterested. Earlier, when Robbie had been slathering on lotion after slipping into his skimpy trunks, it was all I could do to not jerk myself off right there. His irritability did nothing to reduce my infatuation.

“There’s no party, is there?” he said, folding his arms, causing his meaty pecs to bulge up in a way that did nothing to diminish the infatuation he was always complaining about. “You know, Draco, I’m really tired of these little schemes of yours to get me into positions where you can just… feast your eyes on me.” He gestured at his exposed body as he lectured. “I’ve told you a million times, I’m not into you, and I’m not just some piece of meat for you to slobber over all the time.”

I was well aware of his lack of interest, just as I knew that Robbie had a massive crush on my work friend Trent. Robbie was going to pass on my little pool party until he heard Trent was invited. I knew that little piece of info would get Robbie there right on time, looking his hottest, doing his best to attract dark, studly Trent.

But it wasn’t a lie. Trent was on his way, as were my other guests. “Of course there’s a party,” I said putting my hands behind my head. I was starting to get hard but I was no longer concerned about him seeing it. “I just told you to be here a few hours earlier than everyone else.”

His oiled skin was gleaming in the sunlight. I had provided the oil, of course, a very special blend with mind-blowing properties. I squinted at him, trying to see the changes as they took place. Just a few more seconds, I predicted…

“Why the hell would you do that?” Robbie asked.

“To give you time to get ready,” I replied.

Robbie blinked, starting to feel that something was amiss. He put a hand to his head, seeming a little dizzy. “Well, I’m ready now,” he said.

“No,” I told him with a smirk. “You’ll be ready in just a few minutes.” His own swimsuit had tented out with his growing erection. When he noticed this, he looked down, baffled, wobbling unsteadily on his legs.

“Did you…” He adjusted his swimsuit again, trying to will his erection to subside. “...put something in my drink?”

“Robbie, I haven’t served you a drink yet,” I said.

Then it happened, nearly all at once. There was a sound like a balloon suddenly swelling up with air and his body went stiff, his eyes wide, then the changes swept over him: his skin became translucent rubber, his face, hair and swimsuit just painted-on features. A little inflation valve popped out of his hip. I stood up and walked around him. He was taller than me, even now that he was an inflatable pool toy. In this shape he retained the round fullness of his muscles, although his sexy chest hair was now just spray-painted color across his full rubber pecs.

I aimed one finger at his surprised face (an expression he would now wear forever) and gave him a poke. He tilted over, falling slowly until he made a soft rubbery sound against the deck. His tented out swimsuit was retained in his rubberized form, a distinct bulge that stood out prominently against the rest of him. I gave the mound a squeeze and rubbed it vigourously. He could still feel it, of course (magnified about a thousand times, thanks to the magic I had used to transform him) but he could do nothing about it.

“Into the pool with you, inner tube,” I said and nudged him with my foot. He skittered across the deck and landed with a gentle plop on the water’s surface.

Since I had appetizers and drinks to prepare, I gave Robbie some time alone to adjust to his new form. When my guests finally showed up, I was so busy entertaining that I almost forgot that I had a beefed-up hunk trapped in the form of a pool float spinning helplessly on the water. Big studly Trent was the first one to point it out.

“That raft in the pool looks just like Robbie!” he said. “Is he going to be here?”

“No,” I said, feigning disappointment. “He cancelled on me. I really wanted to unveil my custom-made raft to him. I’m sure he would love it.”

Trent smirked, chugged the rest of his mimosa, and then cannonballed into the pool, taking the Robbie-float under with him. When he resurfaced, he twisted around until he was comfortably floating on Robbie’s air-filled body. Robbie had an upclose view of Trent’s muscular traps. I’m pretty sure that plastic mouth could taste Trent’s sweaty body, too. That, combined with the way Trent kept rubbing up against Robbie’s prominent bulge, must have been driving the poor helpless hunk mad.

After the party was over and everyone was gone, I spoke aloud to Robbie, knowing he could hear me. “I’m sure you’re ready to be turned back into a person again, aren’t you big guy?” I said as I picked up bottles and dirty glasses. “Although you should be thanking me. You got so much up close and personal time with your boy Trent! I’m sure you loved that, didn’t you?”

I reached in and yanked the Robbie float out of the pool with one hand. “Well, I used fairy tale magic to change you, so one kiss will change you back to normal.” I held both sides of Robbie’s head with my hands as I pulled him in and kissed his rubber mouth.

I waited a second before laughing at his perma-expression. “Just kidding! That was a one-way transformation. You’re going in the pool house with the other rafts.” I yanked the plug out of his side and watched, a little sadly, as those big full muscles deflated. Then I rolled him up into a tube and went into the pool house to store him.

“Well, boys,” I said to the darkened storage shed. “Looks like you’ve got a new member of your little gang!” I switched on the light and shifted around the dozen rolled-up inner tubes, each of them formerly a sexy man who rejected my advances, and chose a spot for Robbie. “I think I’ll put you next to Pablo and Troy. I think they would love you if they knew you when you were a person.”

Before leaving the pool house I blew a kiss to my collection and then headed inside to bed.