At the end of the next period, Horst told Carter to wait until next period. During both periods, Carter was having second thoughts about wearing his buddy Ryan. Actually, he liked his own dick. It might not have been as big as Ryan's, but it was pretty big, and it was proportional. He was shorter and stockier than Ryan, and well, his cock was thicker than Ryan's. Besides his girlfriend liked it.
At the end of the next period, Horst met up with Carter by the gym. It was Horst's study period, but he always used the gym weight room, and rarely the library to study.
"Yo, Carter, ready to get Ryan-sized?"
"Nah, I've decided to keep my own cock. You can wear Ryan the rest of the day."
"Cool!"
Horst whistled as he walked to his locker. He stripped down to his jockstrap. Then he pulled open the pouch, it looked like Ryan's cock and balls nestled among Horst's dark pubes. He pulled on his shorts and shoes and headed to the weight room. He seemed invigorated by the time the first bell rang. He headed to the sauna to give Ryan a good soaking in his sweat. He kicked off his shoes and hung his shorts on the hook outside the sauna, and went into lie down.
He couldn't help staring at his new big bulge. He was curious if it felt the same or different. He kept touching himself. Soon he was rock hard and jerking off into Ryan. He hadn't meant to blow his load, but it happened. He decided to let the heat dry it, and he dozed off.
When he awoke, it was already well into the next period. Horst was parched, and rehydrated at the drinking fountain for nearly 5 minutes. He went back and collected his shorts, and shoes. He took a peek in his pouch. His jaw dropped. His carpet no longer matched the curtains. His pubes were blond like Ryan's had been. His initial reaction was to take it off, but then he wondered if his hair would turn blond on his head too, if he Ryan a bit longer. He pulled his street clothes on without showering over Ryan, and headed toward his bicycle. He always thought better when he was riding. He was too late for his class anyway, and then Vinnie would be looking for him. He wasn't sure what to do. So he pedaled, harder and faster. His street clothes were drenched in sweat by the time he stopped to see where he was. He had bicycled nearly 20 miles from town and it was getting dark. He looked around, and grinned. He knew exactly where he was. He walked his bike down the gravel road that led to the Standish fishing cabin. He knew no one would be there, and he knew where they stashed the key. He lifted the plaster crocodile in the garden and extracted the key. He went inside, and flopped down in Ryan's bed. The last five miles, he'd been so horny. He needed to blow his load and sleep. Maybe when he woke up his pubes would be black again, or the hair on his head would be blond. He stripped down to his jockstrap and climbed under the covers. He blew two loads before he fell asleep.