Ian placed his hands on his now prominently muscular chest. He slid his hands down slowly, running over the ripples of abs immediately below his pecs. The gentle touch sent a cold shock down his spine. Ian couldn't help but smile. He continued to flex in front of the mirror, deeply analyzing the new ridges of his muscular body. He had just came all over his friend Derek so his dick went limp, still hanging at an impressive 9 inches.
Derek was still sitting, soaked in Ian's cum. It was like a bucket had been dumped over his head. He was still too in shock to even realize the condition in which his clothes were in. He was slowly coming to, when he was finally able to focus his vision on Ian again... and he noticed something strange. Ian had already begun to breathe heavy again. His massive cock was twitching erratically as it hardened and stood at full mast. Ian's face twisted with agony.
"Uhh.. fuck. I'm so hard." Derek fell back, landing on his ass. He looked around quickly and began to realize that the only way Ian would be able to satisfy himself now was to find someone to fuck, but he was the only one around. Derek stumbled as he tried to get up and get away from Ian. As he stumbled, Ian again was reminded that he wasn't alone. He smacked his lips and lunged forward, landing on the floor behind Derek. Derek had managed to slowly get up, but Ian grabbed him by the ankle.
"Where do you think you're going? You HAVE to help me!" Derek fell forward, but continued to claw his way away from Ian. With his new changes, Ian was much stronger and, in a few tugs, managed to pin Derek beneath him. Derek felt Ian's massive tool against his back. He began screaming and sweating profusely. Ian began violently humping Derek's back, rubbing his massive boner against his friend.
Ryan watched from behind stands of clothes, feeling his own dick harden. The sight of the two straight guys in close, intimate contact was turning him on. It wasn't long before Ian came again. Buckets of cum shot out of his cock, soaking Derek again. Ian rolled over onto his back, next to Derek, falling into a puddle of his own semen. Derek was panting, laying face down in a pool of Ian's cum. He turned his head, spitting, trying to clear his mouth of Ian's semen. He had to get away somehow. This can't happen again.