"..."
"You wish what, man? You gotta stop starting sentences if you don't have an end for them," smirked Ken.
Jack snapped back to attention, a little bit of drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. He was sick of Ken treating him like an idiot! Just because he wasn't a MENSA member didn't mean he wasn't the raddest fucker on campus. He decided it was high time to knock his smarty-pants roommate down a peg.
"You know what, man? I wish you weren't the top of your class."
I snapped my fingers and time reversed itself once more.
"I wish you're weren't the ONLY HAIRY DOM top of your class."
Ken chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm not the only one, boy... But lucky for you, I'm the best." He ripped the sleeves off his button-down, which faded into a battered red flannel vest that showed off his muscular arms. Soft brown hair coated them like a carpet, and Jack could see a huge bush of unruly hair sticking out from his armpits in every direction. He was pretty sure those hadn't been there before, but he was finding it hard to remember...
As Ken unbuttoned his vest, his mustache poured around the edges of his lip, spreading down his chin and curving up back toward his ears into a thick, full beard that puffed out as it grew bushier and more wild. Thick, curly brown hairs erupted just beneath his Adam's apple, spreading across his clavicle and expanding down his entire torso. Hair erupted from nipple to belly button in a thick carpet like someone was sliding a paint roller down his bulging muscles.
While all this was happening, his beard grew further and further from his chin, seeming to suck his medium length hairstyle back into his head as it progressed, until his entire skull was covered in a close-cropped military cut that offset the wildness of his beard perfectly.
He stepped toward Jack, and even though his weight hadn't changed his footfalls seemed heavier, more intense than before. Ken's hot breath puffed against Jack's goatee stubble and he took a step back, giggling nervously.
"Alright Ken, I know I wished for this or whatever, but I'm not-"
Ken clamped a hand over Jack's mouth and licked Jack's neck. "I'm not here to talk, boy." He grabbed Jack by the hips and flipped him over onto the bed. "I'm here to get what I need before seminar, now shut up so I can cum and go."
Jack panicked, this wasn't how he was planning his afternoon would go! "Um! What? Oh... OK. I can fix this. I wish you were the bottom of your class!"
Rewind.
"I wish you were FUCKING ME, the bottom of your FRAT class!"
"Granted," grunted Ken, shucking down his shorts, spitting into his hand, slathering his dick, and penetrating Jack with ease. As he thrusted and pumped, Jack felt a pleasure course through him that he'd never felt before. Every thrust sent shudders of pure ecstasy through his prostate and he couldn't help but yelp, "Yes, daddy! More, daddy!"
Jack grabbed a can of beer out of the cooler conveniently located next to his bed, allowed the pulsations of his body to shake it up, and popped the tab, allowing the cooling hops to shoot into his mouth as sloppy foam sprayed everywhere across his bed. He might be the perfect bottom now (and come to think of it, had his ass gotten juicier and fuller since he'd last seen it?), but he was still the party boy frat president of Delta Theta Pi. What was wrong with Ken being his brother AND his daddy?
He passed the remainder of the beer up to Ken, who dumped it over his face to cool himself down, letting the rest splash onto Jack's bouncing globes. Almost imperceptible beneath the thick pelt of hair on his left pec, the Greek letters "delta theta pi" inked themselves into a dark black tattoo. To complete the look, a white backwards baseball cap covered Ken's sheared locks. I didn't think the "daddy" and the "frat boy" looks would work together, but whaddya know, they did.
I sat back and watched the two frat kings rut like animals, knowing there wouldn't be any wishes until both of them busted a nut. What more could either of them want?