“Trevor!” Ike said clapping his hands together. The group had arrived back at their cabin just as the sun set. “You are always right. I don’t know how, but man Trevor.”
Trevor lurched. He nearly tripped up the steps.
“Trevor?” Ike said curiously. Kyle had already entered the cabin. “Trevor are you ok?”
Trevor lurched forward again and fell into Ike’s warm soft body. His dick went hard as his skin touched the bare chested beast before him. The way that Ike’s pecs rubber perfectly against his was ju-
Trevor suddenly went wide-eyed. He could feel Ike’s chest touching his own chest. Skin to skin. Not skin to shirt.
“Trevor,” Ike started. This only caused further commotion. “Trevor I really think you should get into bed.”
Trevor shook again, but this time he felt more excited. What was this guys perfect man? Trevor was ecstatic. As Ike hauled him into the bathroom for a shower, Trevor inaudibly spoke to make his previous statement no longer applied to the handsy Kyle.
The enourmous Ike practically shoved Trevor into the shower. I’ve entered and began his now nightly ritual of cleaning Trevor off. Trevor took a good look at himself. His was entirely naked and there were no clothes outside the shower.
Trevor turned around to look at Ike. Ike was cleaning his chest. He stood tall and erect, but was at eye level of Trevor’s pecs. And what mighty pecs they appeared to be. Trevor could see little of what lay beyond.
Ike finished and the two wordlessly exited the shower.
“I’ll be in bed Trevor,” Ike said. “Just come on in when you’re ready.”
Ike had seemed jealous of Kyle and Trevor sleeping together. Maybe the perfect man would sleep with him. It seemed as though that Trevor had finally broken the straight man.
Trevor turned towards the mirror. His facial features remained the same. That was about all though. He was huge. He had to lean over to see his full height. Built to the brim with top notch wrestler muscle, he looked like a live statue. Trevor stares at twin cocks similar to Ike.
It did make some sense. The ideal man for any guy is just a better version of themselves. Trevor now was a buffed up nudist wrestler with twin cocks.
He flexed and nearly fainted from the sight of it. He was perfect.
Trevor walked into the bedroom to find a singular gigantic bed in the place of the normal three. Trevor slid in and Ike grabbed him. They began to make out right then and there. Pounds and pounds of muscle over their heavenly tall and muscles bodies.
The two kept on going. Trevor had never experienced something so joyful. Not even sleeping with the four armed Kyle.
“Kyle is just like you,” Trevor said panting. I’m retrospect, it might have been a mistake. But Trevor didn’t care. Someone entered the room, and Trevor felt Someone grab him. It was pure bliss.
And that was all Trevor remembered before he fell asleep