I look at him, and at me. I am not sure what to do now, and the silence in the room is kind of awkward. It seems like Runt is picking up on it though and he yawns loudly, letting his sarcasm show, and stretching his now very handsome arms.
"OK well. We are all dressed for it. Might as well hit the gym and work on our guns. Gyms are always fun. Lots of guys working out all sweaty, most of them are really fun to fuck with. Double entendre right there. Get it?" He grins at me showing his white teeth that still have slightly demonic canines pointing menacingly.
"Um sure. Sounds fine. Let's go." I duck in to my bedroom and change clothes, still freaked out by how my clothing feels over my smooth bulge. Compression shorts feel like they don't fit properly. Lacing up my shoes I grab my gym bag and head to the door, Runt is right behind me and we silently walk down the hall toward the exit. He is following me really close, and for a second I get a feeling he is nervous being out here in the open.
When we get to the garage I walk over to my old Honda and hit the unlock button. The lights flash and Runt comes to a dead stop, putting his arm in front of me forcing me to halt as well.
"No way. That shitbox is what you drive?" He looks shocked. Then laughs at me. "Dude we can't be seen in that. Come on." I try to remain calm and not tell him to fuck off and walk then. I swallow my pride.
"Look I don't make a ton of money dude. This is what I have." Then it hits me. He said he came with benefits, I should use them. "Why don't you like, make it a Porsche or something?" I raise my eyebrows and grin expectantly. This might be better than I thought.
"Yeah I guess. That's not really fun though. Let's do something more exciting. Come on!" He says, his face alight with mischief...