Steven kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed.
It was weird to have cancelled his plans with Tom, but he just wasn't feeling it today. He thought back to the wave of revulsion that had hit him shortly after he texted. It wasn't that he didn't love to get hard and think about sex, he thought. It was just the whole mushiness of the lovey-dovey cuddling episode with Tom would take all night, and he didn't want to deal with it, especially until he figured out what was going on with the boners he got today.
Speaking of which, he was hard again. It was hard not to get hard in a room full of gay posters, he reminded himself. After all, that was the reason why he decorated his bedroom this way. And that itching around his groin... hell, he might as well just get down to his underwear and watch some porn, maybe even jack off.e
Yeah, he thought, why not, he could always text Tom a shot of it later. Tom loved the image of his hard cock, especially if he was leaking pre in the photo. That'd be racier than cuddles and kisses anyhow.
Steven turned on some porn and flipped through a few options, settling on a threesome with two guys fucking a gal. The guys looked hot, he thought, but maybe the chick was hotter. Blond, juicy lips with pink gloss on them. He started stroking, soon pulling down his underwear. Was he really looking more at the bitch on the screen than the two guys?
Steven turned his attention back to his cock. That was when he noticed it -- his pubes had grown in more. They'd thickened up and looked darker, at least in the low light, maybe just because they were so much... thicker. He was really getting a serious bush on him.
What the heck was happening? He sat up, still hard. He heard the bitch on the screen panting and was surprised at how much it intrigued him. Was he going nuts?
He picked up his phone and texted Tom to try to clear his head. "Babe, I feel weird. Are you ok? Sorry about tonight." He thought of writing more, but did Tom really deserve any more than that? That was an odd thought... Steve shook his head and stood up, thinking he needed to go check this out in the bathroom.
He flipped on the light switch, the brisk click illuminating his reflection in the mirror. He still had his silky briefs off and was stark naked. A thick, dark brown bush surrounded his cock, much thicker than it had been before.
"This can't be happening!" he thought, soon leaning in to the mirror and noticing other changes. He had a brush of brown stubble on his face, like he was more of one of those dudes who could grow a goatee or maybe even a beard if he wanted to. He hated guys with fur on any part of their body, really, and didn't want to be like that! At least he still had his long blonde bangs to make it clear he still had his boyish good looks. Tom was a huge fan of his blonde, twinkling locks.
But what would Tom think of this? This dark brown bush that was dominating his whole groin area. It was hard not to panic. The porn continued to play in the background -- that bitch was really getting fucked -- and just hearing it made him want to wrap his hand around his cock and pump out a load. Maybe if he just rubbed one out he'd feel better, he thought, and would at least be able to tackle this with a clear head.